To the office of the college's Tutor for Women

Before you found the Rulebook, Dr. Julia Morgan was the college's Tutor for Women. In truth, you always doubted the importance of such a position, since every fellow taught both male and female undergraduates and you failed to see any reason why women couldn't approach their own tutor with any problems they might have, instead of having a dedicated staff member. After all, it wasn't felt necessary to have an official tutor for men.

At thirty-four, Dr. Morgan was quite young to be a fellow of the college. You suppose she was pretty enough, but her appearance was marred by a permanently pinched and disapproving expression, at least whenever she interacted with you. Also, her liking for cream cakes and dislike for exercise hadn't done wonders for her figure and her predilection for frumpy and unflattering jumpers and trackie-bottoms did little to help. You've never really got on, possibly due to her sensing your feelings about her job and your attitude to the reforms she tried to instigate. She claimed they were designed to make the college more female friendly, but as far as you're concerned, they just interfered with the way things had run for years with no problems whatsoever.

Surprisingly, when you arrive, you see that her office door still bears the legend Tutor for Women. In an all female college, you would have thought there was even less point in such a title, but since you never really understood what she did anyway, you put it out of your mind.

You knock on the door and receive the reply "Come in!"

Turning the handle, you swing the door open to the unexpected sight of a young naked woman kneeling on the floor and crying quietly. She has her nose to the wall and her back and buttocks bear splotches of purple from a recent belting. Looking to the right, you see Dr. Morgan sitting at her desk, although she stands up when you enter, smiling in what seems to be genuine pleasure at your arrival.

"Jack, how nice to see you!"

For a moment, you can do nothing but stare at the woman in front of you. She is unquestionably Dr. Morgan, and yet at the same time she is completely different. Tasteful make-up and lustrous chestnut hair in a thick ponytail down to her waist turn her from pretty into downright beautiful. Her figure is as slim as any of the girls enrolled at the university and emphasized by a neat blue blouse and a leather skirt only a few inches longer than those of the students. She is wearing black stockings and ankle boots with five inch heels, making her almost as tall as you, but the thing that shocks you the most is that a short cane hangs from her belt. According to the rules you have written, this means that despite her age, she can still be spanked by any man over forty. You briefly wonder whether you have misunderstood you own rules—maybe the cane is just for her to use on younger women, although the Dr. Morgan you know would be dead against any such action towards her charges—but when she notices the direction of your gaze, she reacts tellingly.

"Oh dear, have I done something wrong, Jack? Are you here to punish me?"

"No, no, nothing like that, Julia. I just wondered whether you had a moment."

"Of course, Jack," she turns to the girl on her knees and continues, "You can take your clothes and go now, Olivia. Don't forget to tell Dr. Marazynsky that you were out late last night when you should have been practising." While Olivia stiffly rises to her feet and collects her neatly-folded blouse and skirt, along with the thick leather strap used to thrash her, Julia steps closer to you and murmurs "The silly bint thought she could get off easier by coming to me instead of confessing all to Tomek. Now she's had one strapping and she'll get another from Tom, and probably a third for not going straight to him in the first place. Maybe she'll pass the message on to her friends that I'm not a soft touch just because I'm the Women's Tutor."

"Well, at least she did own up rather than keep quiet about it."

"Only because she knew she'd been seen in the nightclub by some finalists and was afraid one of them would say something," Julia replies, closing the door after the naughty fresher, "Now, what can I do for you, Jack?"