Practise being on top

You cup Amy's mound with your hand and crudely **** your middle finger between her neat labia. The slender girl gasps, but forces herself to remain still, allowing your unwelcome and uncomfortable exploration to continue without hindrance.

"You don't feel very aroused, Amy. You should be soaking wet when having sex, otherwise it can cause the man some discomfort."

"I'm very sorry, sir. I can try to get myself turned on now, if you'd like."

"That's not the point. Since you might be called upon to have sex at any time, you need to be ready all the time. Do you understand?"

"Yes, I think so…but it's going to be difficult staying aroused constantly."

"Have you had an orgasm recently? You may find it helps if you go a very long time without."

"Ohhh! That's why the college prospectus recommends students refrain from climax during term time. I couldn't work it out before. I'm afraid I came this morning, sir, but I'll try to deny myself in future."

You resolve to read the prospectus sometime, but for now it opens up a few possibilities.

"Who gave you your orgasm this morning, Amy?"

"Noone. That is, I did it myself, sir."

"But who told you to?"

"Nobody…I was just really horny and wanted to cum, sir."

"Well, that's completely unacceptable. A young woman must always have permission to climax—and don't even think of bothering anyone by asking. If a man wants you to cum, he'll tell you."

"I'm sorry! I've been such a bad girl, I love orgasms and I cum all the time!"

"Not any more, though, I hope!" She shakes her head vehemently at that. "In fact, why don't you make a promise, right now, not to climax until after you graduate? It'll do your application a world of good if you can tell the interviewers that you're going beyond what the guidelines recommend."

"Until I graduate? Not even out of term time? But that's over three years! Is it even possible?"

"I don't see why not. Many women never experience climax in their entire lives. However, if you fail, you'll just need to confess to someone in authority that you've broken your word and they'll punish you appropriately. I'd be happy to do it if you're lucky enough to secure a place at the university. Of course, if you really want to impress the interviewers (and show me you're truly repentant about your wanton and selfish prior actions), you'll go even longer, say until you've paid back your student loan."

Amy swallows a couple of times, apparently having trouble speaking, then finally croaks out: "I promise not to cum again until after I've graduated and paid back my student loan…no matter how long that takes." A tear runs down her cheek.

"Very good. Alright, I think it's about time for that shag we've been talking about. You have from now until we arrive at my bedroom to get yourself sopping wet—without touching yourself, you naughty little nymphet."

A frown of intense concentration crosses the brunette teen's beautiful face, as if she can get herself in the mood through willpower alone. You pick up her ruler and motion for her to precede you up the stairs, lightly tapping her irresistible bottom with the harsh metal strip to encourage her to move more quickly. She positively trots up the steps to the landing and you guide her to the bedroom with the gentlest of touches from the ruler on her side.

"Well, Amy, are you wet yet?"

She hangs her head in defeat. "No, sir, I'm sorry. I've never tried to do it without touching myself before; I just need a little more time."

"But you don't have any more time, do you, young lady? Lie back with your legs apart and I'll lubricate you a different way."

With an air of quiet resignation, the pretty girl before you gets on the bed and effortlessly spreads her long, slim legs into a perfect splits position. You go to your spanking cabinet and retrieve a box labelled Volcano Lube which you noticed during your explorations earlier. The box is heavy, telling you the squeezy bottle inside is almost full, but before you apply the contents, Amy needs to be punished for the failure to lubricate naturally as you demanded.

Walking back round the bed to stand at the junction of your guest's parted thighs, without warning you lash the ruler with a flick of your wrist across her mons veneris and her hairless, slightly parted labia.

The response is immediate, Amy rolling up into a ball with a keening wail of agony.

"Get back in position, young lady!" The blow was rather hard, despite being given from the wrist rather than the shoulder, but you still expect better. "I was going to consider the matter closed with just the one smack, but obviously you need a more formal chastisement. Please request three more the same and don't forget to count and thank me for each one."

"Yes, sir. I'm sorry, sir." Amy gradually stretches herself out once more, sucking in her breath as the pain crashes over her again, yet still offering her defenceless crotch to your cruel ministrations. "Please may I have three more smacks, sir?"

Your first instinct is to follow through at full ****, but you don't want the punishment to be disproportionate, so you give her the first slap at the same intensity as the previous one.

Forewarned, this time Amy is able to withstand the vicious pain with just a piteous whine.

"Thank-you for the first smack, sir. Please may I have two more?"

Another the same results in a mouth thrown open in a silent scream, but no unauthorized movement.

"Thank-you for the second smack, sir. Please may I have one more?" Amy's voice, when she is finally able to speak, is little more than a whimper, made tremulous by the shaking of her shoulders, heaving with noiseless sobs. When you raise the ruler high over your shoulder, her face crumples in helpless tears, terrified of an even more fearsome final blow, so it comes as a surprise to her when you swish the whippy instrument down, only to decelerate at the last moment, resulting in a swat that is by a small margin the gentlest of the four you've given her.

"Ohh-oh-oh-oh! Thank-you for the third smack, sir. I'm sorry I moved, before."

"You're forgiven, Amy. For a tip, you can buy me a new bottle of lube to replace the one I'm about to use on you."

You hold up the box and Amy looks at it properly for the first time, immediately letting out an inexplicable groan of horror. Is it fantastically expensive, you wonder, or does buying it require some hideously demeaning or painful ordeal? Whatever the case, it's Amy's problem now, so you open the box to reveal a clear plastic bottle containing a viscous red liquid and, oddly, a pair of latex gloves. You take the bottle and flip open the lid in order to squeeze a generous blob of the jelly-like contents onto your finger, when the girl you've just callously thrashed shouts out a warning to you.

"No, sir! It'll burn terribly if you get it on your skin. You need to use gloves or let me do it."

You frown. If the lube causes a burning sensation, then you definitely don't want to be shoving your dick anywhere it's just been applied, which rather defeats the object. Unfortunately, it's the only lube in your cabinet, so if you don't want to use it, you'll have to come up with some alternative.