With whip and cane

With no particular plans for the next couple of hours, you might as well take the time to handle matters yourself. You order the girls to turn around and face you, which they do, standing straight with arms crossed behind their backs, their shapely bodies revealed to your gaze. The curly-haired lass is darker of complexion, the other paler, with a smattering of freckles across her nose, but both look not merely apprehensive, but downright terrified. You run your gaze over their slender forms, taking in full breasts, trim waists and lean thighs, knowing that the longer you make them wait, the more they will worry. Finally, when it looks like the chestnut-haired beauty is about to burst into tears, you speak.

"Tell me who you are and why you're here," you say quietly, making them strain to hear your words.

"Anthea Dickon, fresher. I—my tutor sent me because my—my work hasn't been good enough," the darker girl replies.

"Lorna Gresham, also a fresher. A member of the public complained about my interpersonal skills." The tone of her voice tells you that she's still having difficulty regarding her ability to flirt with, seduce and sexually satisfy unattractive strangers as interpersonal skills that need to be practised and improved, but it is a compulsory part of the single-sex college experience.

You leave them standing and put your laptop on the windowsill, opening it to call up their academic records, helpfully tagged by the staff members who sent them to you for discipline. It's not surprising that both are relative newcomers to the university, since this sort of behaviour tends to get drummed out of students fairly quickly. Anthea has not only been getting low marks, but her tutors believe that she's not applying herself and could reach the required standard if she just buckled down. The porters' lodge received an anonymous complaint about Lorna, saying she was rude and unaccommodating. With the complainant declining to leave his name, you can't invite him to witness her punishment, unfortunately.

"Anthea," you say, turning back to the two young ladies, "it is clear that your academic failings require serious chastisement. You've already received a sixer, three dozens, eighteen thrice and two dozen twice in just three weeks. Show me your bottom."

She turns and bends forward, allowing you to run your hands over thoroughly welted nates and thighs. In addition to the canings, her tutors have been free with the strap in their efforts to reform her character and she moans in pain at your touch, quivering slightly, but not pulling away.

"By the end of term, you need to have taken as many strokes from me as from all your tutors put together. That means you currently owe a gross, or just under twenty nine per week for the next five weeks, provided you don't get any more to add to it. I'm going to give you a minimum of three dozen today, but you can have more if you wish and I strongly suggest that you do, otherwise you may find things snowballing towards the end of term."

If anything, Anthea looks slightly relieved by this. She might have expected more, but you're confident that when she feels the intensity of your swings, she'll have a change of opinion.

"Now, Lorna. Tell me more about the incident that led to the complaint."

"I don't know, sir. Whoever it was didn't say anything at the time. I thought I'd been doing alright."

"So you weren't spanked on the spot? It's worrying that you didn't realize you'd displeased your acquaintance. I think fifty lashes is appropriate for bringing the university into disrepute. However, since you're rather inexperienced, I'll allow you to take a hundred at the whipping post instead if you're worried you might not be able to hold position without restraint."

The freckled teen seems horrified, barely able to speak. Her body doesn't bear as many marks of previous punishments as the other fresher's. She's perhaps had a couple of dozen from the cane and a few paddle swats and her boobs and inner thighs look like they've been strapped, but she's very likely unused to floggings as harsh as the one you've decreed. Fortunately, she has some time to compose herself and consider her options, because you turn to Anthea first.