Professor Melanie Stevenson’s verbally abusive department chair needs to be schooled, and her naughty twin is just the person to slap him with a punishment he’ll never forget.
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“I’M AFRAID I’VE been a bad professor,” she said. “I didn’t mean to upset the students. I was only trying to do what you told me to do. I know I can do better—with your help. Please don’t punish me.”
“Punish you? No, why would I…” His thought trailed off as he likely followed the fantasy she’d just presented him.
She gave him a stronger nudge down the naughty path by back-pedaling. “Sorry. I misunderstood. Of course, you wouldn’t punish me. I mean… It’s just… The way you were yelling before. It reminded me of being turned over someone’s knee. And spanked.”
“Spanked?” he repeated, his voice cracking. She licked her lips and nodded, knowing she had his full interest now.
“Yes, spanked.” She coiled a lock of hair around her finger, looked down at her own knees. “You know, sometimes I miss that.”
“You miss being spanked?”
“It was so cathartic, you know? A hot hand on my backside, a good wallop, and all the bad was purged out of me. I’d done my penance and could go back to being good again.”
“I don’t know what to say,” he said. Perhaps not, but his thoughts broadcast loud and clear, as he undressed her with his eyes and likely imagined turning her over his knee. So not going to happen.
“Do you feel you need to be punished for what you’ve done?” he asked.
“I know corporal punishment is out of vogue,” she said. “But truly, it could be so therapeutic.” His head bounced like a bobble head as he communicated his willingness to give her what he most desired, him in the role of punisher.
Time to change the game.