Dealing with an unexpected request

You continue to watch the events unfolding on stage for a few more minutes, in truth enjoying the sight of the girls cleaning the boards more than the loser's paddling occurring at the same time, although her other spanker is a bit more accomplished and gives some solid whacks, to the delight of the audience. When the swats are over, Robyn thanks the three people involved and starts a round of applause for them, before announcing a short break for refreshments.

"…our gorgeous students are kindly giving their time to raise money for the football team and will be taking this opportunity to mingle with our generous donors, so please do get to know them a bit better. However, for obvious reasons, we ask you to refrain from oral sex with the mounts." Even after all the changes wrought by the Rulebook, this still seems like something that should go without saying at a charity event, but the fit young blonde continues: "I'm sure our waitresses will be more than happy to provide blow jobs, if anyone needs relief."

The increasing volume of the general hubbub from the crowd makes it impossible to tell what's being said, but you do catch Robyn's reply to a spectator that she'll also gladly help out. You really didn't realize this sort of thing went on, although to be fair, you don't actually see anybody taking advantage of the offer so far. You're about to go in search of refreshments, when the blonde you strapped during the race steps in front of you. She's still topless, her eyes almost as red from crying as her boobs from the lash, but she looks much calmer and less upset. Also, she's taken her smartphone back out of her bag and is clutching it tightly in her hand.

"Excuse me, sir," she addresses you much more diffidently than in your previous interactions. "I just wanted to say how much I appreciate you taking the trouble to spank me and, well, I know it'll be very beneficial."

"Yes, well, that's why you tipped me so generously," you reply, puzzled as to the reason she feels it necessary to thank you a second time. You step to the side to pass round her, but she moves in front of you again.

"I was thinking," she continues, "maybe it could be a regular thing; we could even record it to show my followers I'm getting the discipline I need."

You're quite busy enough chastising the students you're paid to teach, without taking on another. She's certainly attractive, but no more so than any of the girls at the university, although the arrangement could be lucrative, if she always tips so well. However, the idea just doesn't excite you and you search for a way to politely decline.

"I'm sorry, young lady, but I'm very busy at this time of year," you trail off at the comical expression of shock on her face that you're not jumping at the chance to take her over your knee.

"Th-think of the publicity!" She tries to convince you. "I could make you and your college famous."

She obviously doesn't realize you get around fifty applications from stunning and talented girls for every place available. You don't really need more publicity, least of all on a personal level. Still, she clearly does need somebody to take her in hand, even if that somebody's not you.