What does the morrow bring?

Bad news from the Senior Dean

You waken to the unusual but intensely pleasurable feeling of a talented mouth slurping on your morning wood. It takes no time at all for memories of the Rulebook to come into your mind and if you were inclined to think the whole thing just a dream, the skilled fellatrix between your thighs is compelling evidence to the contrary.

You push back the covers to see an attractive blonde in her mid twenties bending over the side of your bed. Now that you're awake, she smoothly pulls her lips off your stiff member, tickling your glans with her tongue as she goes. As soon as you wonder who she is, the information floods into your mind from the Rulebook: this is Susan, your most senior postdoc. Before you made the college women only, that position was held by a modest young man called Ashley who, as the saying goes, had much to be modest about. You've hardy had a chance to get acquainted with the woman pleasuring you, but simply from her appearance and current occupation, you consider her a vast improvement.

"Good morning, Professor," she says solemnly. "I'm sorry to disturb you, but you have an email from the senior dean and it's marked urgent." She reaches down beside the bed to retrieve your laptop, which she had ready on the floor. Sure enough, there's a notification in the bottom left corner of the screen, so you log in and open the missive.

"Would you like me to continue, Professor?" she asks, gesturing to your rapidly deflating erection, but you wave her away absently, wanting to concentrate on your correspondence and she slips out of your bedroom without another word.

After a brief preamble, the email gets straight to the point. The college doctor has examined a student and is concerned about the severity of a punishment you inflicted. The girl herself doesn't have any complaints about the way she was treated and the senior dean has persuaded the doctor not to call in the spanking ombudsman, but he warns you to be careful in case there's a next time.

You sit back against the headboard and wonder who it could be. The obvious answer is Imogen, for you were very hard on her last night, but there's no way to know for sure. The last thing you want is to get into trouble for excessive spanking.