Ashleigh the spoiled brat (ass control/spanking)

Ashleigh, Eric thought, that brat needs some discipline and I know exactly how she's going to get it.

After another trying class Eric finally dismissed his class, hoping this would be the last class he had to deal with his three little trouble makers.

Predictably Hana came up to his desk as soon as class ended with the graded paper he'd handed out ready to argue her 98 into a 99, even if it took her four hours.

"Ashleigh, if you could stay back for a minute, I think we need to talk about your attitude, I've had some more complaints from your group members," Eric called out.

"Ugh, fine," the blonde said. Ashleigh was wearing her typical alpha bitch wear, a dangerously short jean skirt, threatening to show off the bottom curves of her ass, and a tight white tank top, with her bra showing through.

Turning to Hana he said, "I suppose it's your lucky day Hana. I don't have time for this argument, so why don't you take the perfect one hundred and go."

He took the paper from her hands and quickly changed the score before turning and motioning for Ashleigh to follow him.

"What is this about?" Ashleigh asked.

"We can discuss this further when we're in my office," Eric replied, "but it's about your attendance."

They walked the rest of the way to his office in silence, Eric planning how to get her to let him write on her, and her texting away on her phone. When they got to the office Eric ushered her in and sat down behind his desk, and Ashleigh plopped down in the seat across from him, nose still buried in her phone.

"Ahem," Eric coughed to get her attention

"What," Ashleigh snapped, finally looking up from her phone.

"I wanted to talk to you about your attendance," Eric began.

"Yeah," she said sarcastically, "you said that."

"Well it's causing problems," he said, "do you know how many complaints I've had about you on our group projects?"

"I dunno," she said, "a lot?"

"That's right a lot, and I am sick of fielding them for you."

"So what are you gonna do about it?" Ashleigh asked. "You know that's my daddy's name on the library, don't you?"

"Yes," he responded, "and I know if I even think about failing you he'll be on my ass like white on rice."

"Great, nice talk. Can I go now?"

"That's what I'm proposing, if you're not going to show up mentally don't show up at all," Eric said.

Ashleigh finally perked up and said, "so you're gonna pass me and I don't even have to go to your stupid class?"

"Yes, I'll let your spoiled little ass free, but you've got to do something for me first."

"What?"

"Let me write on your arm." Eric pulled the marker out from his desk drawer.

"What are you gonna write?" Ashleigh asked hesitantly.

"Who cares?" Eric responded. "You go back to your sorority wash it off and you're done with my class."

"Why do you want to write on my arm anyway?" Ashleigh asked. "What does that have to do with you letting me stay away from your boring, stuffy classroom?"

"It's about teaching you a lesson," Eric said. "Everything has a price, when you're older you'll learn the price for slacking off, but today you are going to learn that sometimes you have to do something you don't like to get something you do."

Ashleigh pouted as she always did when the world wasn't exactly the way she wanted it. She knew whatever he wrote was likely to be humiliating, but like he said, she could just go back to the sorority house and wash it off. The humiliation might last an hour or so, but getting out of his class would last the rest of the semester. Eventually, her desire to get out of going to class won over and she stuck out her arm. Eric took it and wrote "Eric Greene's ass."

Ashleigh looked down at what he wrote and jumped out of her chair.

"Oh no oh no no no," she said.

"Oh yes," Eric said," your ass is mine."

"Please my father will… " Ashleigh began.

"Your daddy can't help you this time," Eric said. "Now, I want to get a good look at my property, bend over my desk and lift your skirt."

Ashleigh resisted, trying to stop herself from bending over his desk, but in the end she knew Eric had a right to his property, and for perhaps the first time ever Ashleigh did as she was told. She bent over his desk and lifted her skirt to show Eric her pretty white panties.

"The panties too," he instructed her.

She pulled down her panties and resumed her position with her hands flat on her desk and her large round ass sticking out. Eric took a moment to appreciate his unimpeded view of her full round ass.

"Are you done yet, ogling my ass yet perv?" Ashleigh asked impatiently.

"No, I'm far from done," Eric said as he reached out and pinched her butt cheek, "but don't worry I'll abide by our deal, you'll pass my class no matter what."

"But if you choose to keep slacking off, I'll be taking it out of your ass." And with that he drew back his right hand and brought it firmly down on her ass with a crack.

Ashleigh jumped slightly and whimpered at the slight stinging of his blow.

"For every point under a C on any of your assignments you'll receive one hit, every time you miss a class you'll receive ten, and everytime you speak to me disrespectfully I'll give you a dozen. Do you understand?"

"Yes," Ashleigh said.

"Yes sir," Eric corrected her. "That's already one dozen, better shape up Ashleigh."

"Please sir," Ashleigh begged. "I'll be good."

"I know you will. I'm going to make sure of it." Eric stood behind her prepared to begin her spanking. "Now count the strikes and thank me for helping you to be a better student."

"Yes sir."

"Good." Eric wound up and brought his hand down on her unprotected cheeks with a loud slap.

"Eep," Ashleigh shrieked before she counted out, "one thank you sir."

Crack, another hard hit leaving a red handprint on her pale ass cheeks.

"Two, thank you sir."

Crack.

"Three, thank you sir."

Crack.

"Four, thank you sir."

Crack, Ashleigh's entire ass was already a light shade of pink.

"Five, thank you sir."

Crack.

"Six, thank you sir."

"Halfway there, I hope you understand this is for your own good," he said.

"Yes sir."

Crack.

"Seven, thank you sir."

Crack, Ashleigh was struggling to maintain her composure, begginning to breath heavily and her voice cracked as she squeaked out, "ei-eight, thank you sir."

Crack.

"Nine, thank you sir."

Crack

"Ten, thank you sir," she managed to out as the stinging pain radiated from her butt.

Eric wound up his arm and with a great came down hard twice, making the last hits the hardest yet

Ashleigh cried out and a was to leak out a quiet sob as the tears that had been welling up gently flowed onto her face. She relaxed her arms into the surface of his desk before finally managing to squeak out, "eleven, twelve, thank you sir."

"Now I have a meeting with the dean, so I'll let you get cleaned up," Eric told her as he threaded his belt back through his pants. "I expect I'll see you in class Wednesday with a whole new attitude."

Eric grabbed his briefcase and went to the door as the poor girl pulled up her panties and fixed her skirt.

He paused at the door and looked back at her as he said, "You'll need to wait ten minutes before you leave to avoid any suspicion between us, wouldn't want it getting out that your English professor spanked you until you cried like a little girl would we?"

She meekly shook her head no and he continued, "And while your waiting think hard about how you're going to shape up, if I haven't seen serious improvements by next week I'll start using my belt." With that he turned and left for his meeting, leaving Ashleigh to contemplate her fate.