Dr. Amsah and Johanna need a little help

Julia Morgan is a charming dinner companion, smart, funny, a good listener. The conversation flows effortlessly and you manage to forget that this is the same woman who was the bane of your life before you found the Rulebook. You find out that she is the oldest of three children, having one brother and one sister. She grew up in a small industrial town and was the first woman in her family to attend higher education and the first person of either gender to obtain a postgraduate degree. After two years postdoctoral research, she received a lectorship from a large plate glass university, before moving to your college, originally as a lecturer, becoming a fellow at the age of thirty and the Tutor for Woman less than a year later. Quite a meteoric rise, although she is pleasingly complimentary about your own less impressive employment history.

The excellent company means that you scarcely notice the decidedly average meal which Amy serves you. She seems to have conquered her nerves and is everything you could want from a waitress, attentive without being intrusive. When she arrives to clear away your empty plates, you decide against dessert and order coffee, instead.

Just as Amy leaves, Julia glances over towards the table where Johanna and Dr. Amsah are sitting and pats your hand in excitement.

"Ooh, looks like they could do with some help, there!"

You turn and look, to see the Arabic brunette standing over her younger companion, trying to help her to her feet. Johanna, though, isn't going anywhere, the chair's phallus wedged firmly in her delectable rear. Every time she tries to rise, the seat goes with her and they both drop painfully back to the floor.

Before you know it, you're halfway across the room. When your student catches sight of you, the expression on her face is almost comically shocked. Not having noticed you before, it must seem as though you've been following her around in the hopes of catching her performing further misdeeds. Dr. Amsah follows her date's line of sight and turns towards you as you arrive.

"May I be of assistance?" you enquire, sweeping round behind the offending chair and taking a firm hold of its back, without waiting for an answer.

With you holding it in place, Dr. Amsah is finally able to drag her petite companion to her feet with a groan of anguish. When the bulbous shaft eventually pops out of the teenager's gaping arsehole, she looks down anxiously, as if expecting to see half her rectum left behind on the oversized intruder. Still unable to stand in the ballet boots, she sinks to her knees with a sigh of relief as soon as she's released.

"Thank-you," says the older academic, extending a hand. "I wouldn't have asked for the hot seat if I'd known the trouble it would cause. Allow me to introduce myself—"

"Dr. Maryam Amsah, of the Aldebran Institute," you finish with a smile, before adding your own name and explaining how you know Johanna. While you're talking, Julia arrives and a further round of introductions takes place.

"So you're the reason I can see so much of my charming young lady, this evening," Dr. Amsah says with a twinkle in her eyes. "Please, call me Maryam."

"It would be a pleasure," you reply. "How has my student been behaving herself?"

"Oh, you know, she's a good girl, but not so good a nice tanning wouldn't make her even better!" Maryam strokes Johanna's head proprietorially as she speaks. The Asian fresher has not made any contributions to the conversation so far, perhaps feeling it is better to remain silent in such august company until spoken to.

"Well, I'm sorry to leave so quickly, but we must make use of the facilities before our dessert arrives."

"Oh, I'll join you, if I may," Julia breaks in and the three young women head off together, two on their feet and one crawling on hands and knees, her spanking implement once again held carefully in her mouth.

You return to your table and take a seat, wondering how long it will take for your acquaintances to return. In fact, they're remarkably quick, leading you to wonder whether a culture of spanking has also had the side effect of speeding up female ablutions.

Julia hurries back and sits back down opposite you, leaning across the table conspiratorially.