Uriah Gilbert, college student

A/N: I posted this on reddit the other day, and I decided to also post it here as well since I have not posted on the site in a while. Might be the beginning of a come back on CHYOA, but I'm not completely sure yet.

Uriah Gilbert was a student at North First Institute, a college that prided itself on producing well-behaved and mature students. While the school was co-ed, the courses that women and men took were very different. Male students learned how to be strict and how to discipline women for poor performance or disrespect. Female students learned how to be respectful and how to take punishments with grace and dignity.

It was Uriah's second year at the school. His first year had been a whirlwind of making new friends, learning disciplinary techniques, and seeing a lot of naked women. Now that he was a second year student, Uriah would be expected to help as a teacher's aid for some of the lower level courses. Every male student had to TA a certain number of courses before they could graduate.

Currently, Uriah was browsing the internet on his laptop. He had just finished unpacking his bags, and he thought he would take a break while he waited for his friend/roommate to arrive. He clicked through his schedule and noted the buildings and rooms he would have to go to. His classes consisted of disciplinary courses, standard academic courses, and the courses he would be TA-ing for.

Uriah's thoughts were interrupted by the door swinging open. His friend, Marcus, stumbled through the door, carrying too many bags at once.

"Woah, Marcus," said Uriah. "Do you need some help with that?"

"Nah," said Marcus, tripping and dropping his things next to his desk. He shrugged at the mess before turning back to Uriah, "How's it been, man? How was your summer?"

"Good, good," said Uriah. "I worked at my dad's shop part-time for most of it. What about you?"

"I mostly just chilled," responded Marcus. "I tried to find an internship, but I didn't have much luck. Ended up just doing chores around the house mostly."

"Well, at least you got to relax," said Uriah.

"Yeah, I guess," said Marcus, chuckling. He wiped the sweat from his forehead. The summer heat was still in full effect, which made the move-in process almost unbearable. "You wanna head to the campus food court? I would kill for some ice cream right now."

"You don't want to unpack your stuff?" asked Uriah, raising his eyebrow.

"Nah," said Marcus, flicking his hand dismissively. "That's a later problem."

"If you say so," said Uriah. The two guys left their dorm room and headed down the stairs of the buildings. The buildings were divided into different floors for boys and girls. Floors 1 and 3 were for girls while floors 2 and 4 were for boys. Uriah and Marcus happened to be on floor 2.

As they walked, they passed other students that were moving into their dorms. The building was completely upper-class students, since the first year students had their own buildings. First year students were not allowed to access upperclassmen housing without a upper-class guide, but upperclassmen were allowed to access first year dorms for certain "disciplinary" reasons.

The boys made it to the first floor and walked down the hallway towards the entrance. The rooms they passed now were girls' dorms. In terms of size and shape, they were identical to the boys' dorms, but the items that the female students had brought with them were very different. All female students were required to bring certain items with them, such as spanking implements, dildos, butt-plugs, rope, ballet boots, clamps, and more. While the school had their own toys for in-class activities, the girls had to provide their own for homework assignments.

Male students did not have to bring any of these things with them. They were expected and allowed to use the items that the female students brought. Male students could bring their own items as well if they preferred to use a specific spanking implement or sex toy. Additionally, many male students brought more creative punishment tools with them, such as hot sauce, ball-gags, and speculums.

Uriah stopped for a second to watch a girl neatly arrange her different paddles and tawses on a rack. The casual way that she organized the lewd and pain-inflicting tools made Uriah's cock strain against his shorts. Marcus had noticed that Uriah had stopped and had come back to check on him. Now, both boys were staring at the girl.

After a few moments, the girl realized that she was being watched. Squeaking, she blushed and hid behind the door. The two boys looked at each other and shrugged. They had already grown bored of watching anyways so they continued on their way.

Once they were outside, they could see that the campus was already buzzing with student life. On the grass, guys were playing frisbee or spike ball. In the shade, students were reading books and scrolling through their phones. A light breeze had begun to blow through the area, which had made the sweltering heat a bit more bearable.

"Alright!" said Marcus. "Ice cream, here we come!"

Uriah laughed in response. The two made their way to the campus food court. Apparently, many other people had the same thought as them because the line for ice cream was ridiculously long.

"Fuck," said Marcus. "What do we do now?"

Uriah opened his mouth to speak but heard a loud yell come from nearby, "What was that?"

They turned to the source of the noise, which happened to be towards the front of the ice cream line. An older man, possibly a professor, was loudly scolding a female student.

"Young lady," yelled the man, "you cannot take someone else's place in line. We have been waiting here for far longer than you have, and it is very disrespectful for you to do this."

"I was already here!" said the student. "I just went to the bathroom and came back."

"Do you have proof to back up your claim?" asked the professor, raising an eyebrow.

"Well … no but …" mumbled the student.

"Then," said the professor, "I have no reason to believe your claim. And, since I'm assuming you're lying, you must receive a punishment for cutting the line and lying to a professor."

"What?!" protested the student. "But I …"

"That's an additional punishment for talking back," said the professor, waiting to see how she would respond.

The girl wisely decided to shut up and accept her punishment.

"Good choice," said the professor. "Remove your skirt and panties. Then, bend over this table."

Slowly, the student pulled down her skirt, revealing her white panties underneath. She averted her gaze away from the line of people who were all staring at her. After folding her skirt neatly, she then moved onto her panties, removing them as well. The now bottomless girl placed her forearms on the table and stuck her butt out for the professor.

A random person in line offered the professor a thick wooden paddle, which he graciously accepted. Winding up, he let loose the first slap against the student's firm cheeks. The girl could not help but yelp from the impact. She had little time to recover, however, before the next spanking hit her ass.

The spanking continued as the line continued onward. Before, Marcus and Uriah had contemplated leaving. Now, they were completely mesmerized by the erotic punishment.

"Man, I'm so glad to be back," said Marcus, putting his arms behind his head. "You don't get views like this while sitting at home."

"Agreed," said Uriah, nodding. "Though, I wish I was the one spanking her."

Marcus laughed, "Oh, a hundred percent. We'll be doing that soon enough though. Just gotta wait for class to start."