Johanna, a student whom you gave a nudity punishment in a tutorial earlier this afternoon, on a date with an older woman

You remember that Johanna was going on a date of her own this evening, but choosing this establishment must be something of a coincidence, although looking at her, you get the impression that her companion might be making the decisions in their relationship.

A young, smartly dressed Arabic woman with slightly curly hair down to her shoulders, the lack of a spanking implement tells you that she must be over thirty, but clearly not by much. The thing that tells you she is thoroughly in charge, though, is the fact that rather than walking side-by-side, Johanna is crawling on her hands and knees with her spanking wand held gently in her mouth, her long dark hair pulled back into a tight plait which the older woman is using as a makeshift leash!

"Yes, she's one of my freshers," you finally reply to Julia's question.

"What? No, I meant Dr. Maryam Amsah from the Aldebran Institute. She gave a guest lecture at the university a couple of months ago—quite brilliant by all accounts, although it wasn't really my subject, so I didn't attend personally. Well, well, well, that girl she's leading around is one of yours, is she? I suppose I shouldn't be surprised that she's already serving a nudity punishment, in that case!"

You know that Aldebran is a privately funded research group that only accepts the best and brightest. This Dr. Amsah is a shapely, full-breasted woman of medium build, maybe five foot five. The waiter politely holds her chair while she sits, but instead of doing the same for her date, he picks up the chair and walks off with it! You wonder whether your naked student is expected to kneel on the floor to eat, perhaps being passed titbits by her girlfriend like a favoured pet, but she makes no move to position herself in the place left vacant by the absent chair, instead carefully taking her wand from her mouth and placing it on the table.

You feel bad about getting distracted from the woman with whom you're dining, but Julia seems equally interested in the new arrivals, as do many of the other customers, now that you take the trouble to look. Indeed, some are even turning round in their seats to catch a glimpse of the first nudity punishment they've seen, which has turned out to be a particularly humiliating one, at that.

Dr. Amsah is chatting to Johanna whilst reading through the menu and other bumph and like you, she's soon drawn to the restaurant paddle, picking it up and slapping her hand playfully as, judging by her grin, she shares a joke with her date. Just at that moment, the waiter returns with a new chair, this one with a hard wooden seat instead of the padded cushion upon which the other diners are sitting. He takes out a pair of small plastic bottles and offers them to the Arabic academic, but she shakes her head and instead holds up the paddle, saying something you can't hear. The waiter smiles broadly and nods, making a gesture with both hands that you don't understand and after a few more words, he leaves again.

A short conversation follows with Johanna still on her knees and with the excitement apparently over, you and the other interested parties are starting to return your attention to your own tables, when Dr. Amsah suddenly pats her thigh and the younger woman immediately crawls over it, perfect bottom pushed out for a spanking. You see that she's sporting a few more weals that when she left your tutorial; clearly a girl on nudity punishment picks up more licks quite easily, exactly as you intended.

The flimsy plastic paddle flashes through the air and beats a rapid tattoo on the rounded and bruised buttocks. If you had any doubts about the implement's efficacy, they are quickly dispelled, as the slivers of skin visible between welts instantly redden and soon threaten to blister. The spanker pauses for a moment, leaning down to speak to her subject and bursting into quiet laughter at whatever it is she hears, then nodding and returning to her task, this time belabouring the less-battered thighs.

This is no mere test of the implement, but a thorough thrashing, leaving the poor Asian teenager writhing in agony, ballet boots drumming on the floor until a single, stern word makes her straighten up and take the remainder more bravely. Down and up the thighs and back over the bum, the paddle does its excruciating job, then Dr. Amsah pulls her girlfriend's cheeks apart and lays on a few slower, extra hard swats on the inner slopes. This is finally too much and Johanna begins to sob loudly enough for you to hear, the placard around her neck swinging wildly. Suddenly, you realize that the whole restaurant is silent apart from the slap of plastic on burning-hot flesh and the wailing of a girl in anguish, all eyes focused on the woman being spanked and the woman wielding the paddle.

When the ordeal is finally over and Dr. Amsah begins to run her hand gently over the tortured flesh, a spontaneous round of applause ripples through the restaurant. The delightful pair both look up in surprise, not realizing the show they've been putting on for everyone. The more mature woman recovers first, helping her partner in punishment to stand up so they can both take a flourishing bow. Johanna is a bit wobbly, both from the spanking and not yet having mastered the ballet boots, but she gamely complies with the wishes of her companion, face red with embarrassment and slick with tears.

The Arabic woman returns to her seat, but her date totters over to the other side of the table and gets back down on the floor instead of sitting on the new chair. It's only now that you notice what should have been obvious from the start, a large knobbly phallus jutting upwards from the seat, located so that it is obviously intended to reside in the rectum of the chair's occupant. Johanna applies her mouth to the sizeable protrusion and it occurs to you that the two bottles the waiter offered earlier might have been some kind of lubricant, or possibly two different kinds.

You turn back to Julia, who was equally as enrapt by the proceedings as you, and there is clearly no subject for your conversation except what you've just witnessed. Julia is highly impressed by Dr. Amsah's efficiency and no-nonsense attitude, although she thinks she could benefit from a masculine hand giving her guidance and support, despite her age and obvious experience. Before you can reply, a moan tells you that Johanna is ready to sit down and you and the college's Tutor for Women both watch as the diminutive teenager has to rock to and fro to get herself all the way down the bulbous shaft of the phallus to sit uncomfortably on the unyielding wooden slats of the chair's seat.

Julia gives a slight sigh of satisfaction and smiles at you across the table, just as Johanna and her date share a similarly intimate expression of happiness. It seems the harsh beating and very public humiliation hasn't done any harm to the relationship, but soon your attention is fully returned to your own dinner companion, who is quite a captivating conversationalist.