Of course he was

You hope for a fraction of a second this has nothing to do with you. The drone of his voice did send you to the state of only borderline awareness, but surely he could not possibly notice that in a lecture hall full of people..? The direction of his stare tells you that somehow he could, though. Seeing what happened to your peers earlier takes away any incentive to protest and, whispering an apology as you push past the students next to you and start making your way down, feeling dozens of pairs of eyes on you. You have been spanked in front of others before, of course, but you realise this is the first time when there is an actual audience about to witness it. Your insides are cold with fear as you are about to get your first punishment as a student in this reality.

You are motioned rather than told to proceed; very conscious of your surroundings, you step out of your shoes and then out of your short skirt. Pulling your top off leaves you in only a thong, but it follows very soon after, as you do not dare to stop or slow down. He clearly will not have a problem with assigning extra strokes. Fully naked in front of more people than ever (at least, in front of those focused on you), you copy the first girl's position on your back on the bench with your legs lifted. The view of the rising rows of seats is rather mesmerising from your position, but it feels as if you can make eye contact with any student looking at you. In embarrassment beyond words you close your eyes but open them again moments later as you feel movement to your side as the lecturer moves into position with the cane in hand. You would rather see the incoming strokes.

Everything happens just as before, only this time you feel rather than hear the cane striking a bare bottom. You have been given much harder punishments in this new world already; by the standards you induced for PhD students, this is little more than a warning to behave. Still, you exhale sharply with a soft groan every time the cane strikes the stretched skin of your cheeks. In your mind's eye you see the lines forming even though you dare not crane your neck to look between your legs in actuality. Sitting will not be comfortable for some time, you know, but maybe it is even better than way in the immediate future. Otherwise you might be lulled to sleep again and get something far worse.

The last two strokes are particularly painful, drawn across your sit-spots, and you are quite sure your reaction can be heard by your peers, but the worst part is the dread of what comes next settling back in after the need to obey instructions took over for a while. As the sixth welt rises on your burning bottom, the department deputy moves to stand in front of you, shielding you from most of the audience for a moment. He presses the tip of the cane onto your open womanhood and you dig in your nails into your legs to keep them open against every instinct. You shut your eyes in the last moment, unable to look, but the fireball of pain explodes between your legs all the same. As you moan and fight yourself to stay still, the gentlemen already moves to deliver the last stroke.

He nudges your arms surprisingly gently with the tip of the cane and, remembering what the girl before you did, you put your hands on your head, clearing the cane's way to its target. The wood presses into both your nipples as he takes aim; for the first time, however, his targeting is less than completely perfect. The stroke cutting into the flesh of your breasts still hurts awfully, but either by accident or a sudden measure of mercy it misses your areola. You groan again but maintain your composure. "Get dressed and return to your seat", you hear. Although you would love a moment to recover, you do not want to tarry or continue the show you are giving to your coursemates for any longer than necessary.

Sore in too many places, you get dressed hurriedly and make your way back to your seat. You catch sympathetic glances (with this guy being in charge you doubt anyone would take "you got what you deserved" attitude even with the prevailing attitude to discipline) but nobody dares to distract themselves with your pained expression for too long. You wince as you sit down again, but also find that you were right earlier; you will definitely have far less trouble staying alert now.