The following story was written to celebrate the 100th story posted to my blog.
I had to split it up into 5 parts to share on reddit.

I hope you all like it and return for many more stories.

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After-hours cleaning was just a side-job for Samantha. It helped her pay the bills while she put herself through college.

This means, that the day after she’d thoroughly disciplined herself with a cleaning brush at work, she had to go to class with some lingering bruises on her poor backside.

Samantha cursed herself regularly that day. She’d gone too hard on herself. She hadn’t expected to still feel some pain the next day, but the bruises had her sitting gingerly during her classes, making her squirm when she rested her weight on one of them.

Yet despite the curses, she thought fondly of her actions the day before. She often felt aroused by her own squirming and wondered whether anyone noticed.

Witnessing a spanking, or hearing one happening through an office door wasn’t enough to make just anyone spank their own backside with a brush of course. It had been a fantasy of Samantha for a while, something she’d daydreamed about often before finally trying it out on herself.

Her boss hadn’t been her first choice as a source of she disciplinary fantasies however. She more often fantasized about the few handsome male teachers at her college: being held after class and disciplined for bad grades or disruptive behavior.

Today especially, spurred on by her sore bottom, she often found herself fantasizing about being a naughty schoolgirl.

What Samantha didn’t know, was that she wasn’t the only girl in class with these fantasies. A few rows down sat Charlotte, a girl she had very little contact with, but apparently with whom she had more in common than she thought.

Charlotte was squirming in her seat, just like Samantha, yet Charlotte’s bottom was pain-free and still pale as moonlight. Charlotte wasn’t squirming because of a spanking she’d recently received, but because of one she was about to get.

The class the girls were currently in was being taught by a young and handsome teacher, professor James, who made the hearts of many of his students beat faster.

What those girls didn’t know – but Charlotte did – was that in his free time, James wrote erotic fan-fiction focussed on BDSM relationships and with a special emphasis on spanking and discipline.

Charlotte had discovered the professor’s work long before she became one of his students. In fact, she’d only enrolled in his class in an attempt to meet him. The subject he taught was barely relevant for her studies.

At the start of the school-year, Charlotte had confronted the professor with this knowledge and confessed to him that she – like the girls in his stories – was in desperate need of firm discipline. It had taken a while for her to convince him, but she now regularly received the stinging, bare-bottom punishments she so desired.

So when Charlotte was squirming in her seat today, it was because she knew the professor was going to make her stay after class. Last week they’d had a test and as usual, Charlotte would have scored poorly. She didn’t know her official results yet, but she knew it couldn’t be good.

In reality, Charlotte was a great student. She got near perfect scores in all her classes. All classes, except the one taught by James. This one was barely relevant for her studies and could easily be dropped. Not that she would of course, she’d rather just forego studying and receive the punishment that came with her bad grades.

When the class ended and the students left one by one, Charlotte waited, arriving at the door as one of the last.

“Charlotte, can you wait for a moment?” Professor James asked.

Charlotte took a deep breath and turned around. Her bottom was tingling.

The last student left. Samantha, Charlotte thought. She barely knew her, though she blushed, wondering what she might think of her if she’d know what was about to happen.

“Your results on last week’s test were very disappointing, Charlotte.” Professor James said after the door closed.

Charlotte licked her lips. “I’m sorry professor, I didn’t have enough time to study.

James shook his head. “You have to make time, young lady, how often do I need to tell you?”

Charlotte blushed. She purposefully never studied, and yet she still felt abashed when James scolded her for it. “I’m sorry, professor.” She replied.

“You know what we agreed upon, Charlotte.” The professor said. “At the beginning of this year you came to me, asking for my help.”

Charlotte nodded.

“Extra discipline.” James said. “To help you with your studies. And I have given it to you, weekly almost. Your bottom has been red and sore so many times and yet your grades have hardly improved.”

Charlotte nodded again. “I know, I’m trying.”

James shook his head. “I don’t think you are. In fact I know you aren’t. Do you think I don’t notice, when you’re moaning and squirming? Do you think I don’t see when I pull down your panties, how wet and excited you are?”

Charlotte blushed deeply, yet this too was part of their routine. Her professor had known from the start that this was a fantasy, not a real desire for discipline. Of course even in the stories he wrote, the ones that had brought Charlotte to him, such desire was always an underlying factor of a young lady’s punishment.

He always teased her with this knowledge and yet it was also a reminder, that this thing between them was consensual and something they both desired.

“Yet I’m still hopeful that you might learn something.” James continued. “So I am going to spank you again and hope that this time you learn your lesson.”

Charlotte licked her lips. “Yes, sir.”

“And afterwards.” James continued. “I want us to discuss how much you like being spanked.”

Charlotte blushed. That wasn’t routine, they never discussed such things. And yet she wondered, eagerly, what he might want from her. Her punishments left her horny and excited and while her professor had allowed himself to freely grope and fondle her backside while disciplining her, he had refrained from taking advantage of her even further. Charlotte was eager to learn what he might want to do to her. She knew she’d be unable to say no to anything he might desire.

“Now get over here, young lady.” Her professor said. “Bend over my desk so that I might remind you of the importance of studying and hard work.”

With butterflies in her stomach Charlotte made her way to the front of the classroom. Arriving at her professor’s desk, she bent over, arching her bottom high.

Positioning herself such, ready for her punishment, the shortness of her skirt was emphasized. Charlotte always wore something extra short on days she had class with professor James and something sexy underneath. Even when she wasn’t due some discipline.

Her professor placed his hand on her lower back and then let it slowly slide down, over her bottom, to the edge of her skirt. His fingers grazed the bare skin of her upper thighs, which were no longer covered by the narrow piece of fabric.

He grabbed the short skirt and pulled it up, revealing her bare bottom and the lace red thong stuck snugly between her buttocks.

James squeezed her backside gently, holding the soft, plump flesh of her backside in the palm of his hand. His fingers alternatively pinched and caressed, playing with her bottom as Charlotte softly moaned under her breath.

She greatly enjoyed how her professor took advantage of the situation to fondle her thus. He said he did it too get her bottom warmed up for her spanking, to relax her muscles and loosen tension; but she knew of course that he mainly just wanted to grope her backside.

When he was done playing with her, James hooked two fingers behind her panties and slowly pulled them down.

Charlotte blushed slightly, no matter how aroused she was and no matter how often he did it, she was still always slightly embarrassed to be so exposed in front of her professor, to be punished on her bare behind.

As her professor pulled her panties all the way to her knees and revealed her most intimate parts, hidden between her thighs, he could see she was wet with excitement, deeply aroused by the prospect of her punishment as well as the thorough caressing of her backside moments before.

The professor placed his hand on her bottom, one last squeeze and then raised his hand.

Charlotte braced herself. She might’ve asked for this herself, might be aroused by it greatly, but it was still a spanking. She grunted when the first smack landed firmly on her behind.

Professor James did not hold back, each swat came hard and fast. Charlotte moaned and squirmed. The sting built quickly in her backside.

The sounds of her professor’s hand connecting with her bottom echoed in the large classroom, accompanied by her grunts and moans. Charlotte imagined the many students that had occupied those seats moments before and blushed deeply. She knew the classroom-door wasn’t locked either. There was always a chance someone might return, perhaps with a question for their professor and they would walk in on them. Luckily that had never happened before, yet the chance of being discovered was part of what excited her so.

After that starting salvo of quick, hard smacks, James slowed down a little. Each swat on her backside was now precise, well-aimed and planted perfectly to make her buttocks bounce, the flesh of her backside ripple and the sting to spread through her behind.

Charlotte moaned deeply with each swat. Her professor didn’t say a word, but she knew he was just getting started. Scolding would follow, as would the discussion of her grades. She didn’t really care for those, they were just an excuse to bend over her professor’s desk, and yet, he somehow always managed to make her feel guilty about them nonetheless.

“Am I getting through to you, young lady?” James asked, right on schedule.

“Yes, sir.” Charlotte replied, knowing her warmup was now over.

“You say that every time, and yet here we are.” Her professor countered, underlining his words with some extra hard swings with his arm.

Charlotte moaned and ground her teeth. The sting now really let its presence be known and these swats were much harder than before.

“I promise I’ll try harder this time.” She replied.

But her professor wasn’t having any of it. He kept up the assault on her bottom, fully raising his arm to swing at her behind. Charlotte’s moans turned into squeals as her bottom went from pink to bright red.

“I’ve heard that promise before.” He said, chastising her behind.

Charlotte moaned deeply, too focussed on the pain in her backside to be able to respond.

Then James placed his hand on her throbbing backside. “I really intend for you to learn, young lady. I think it’s time for the cane.”

Charlotte bit her lip. Torn between the gentle touch of her professor’s hand on her sore bottom and the prospect of the pain that will soon follow from his cane. “No, please.” She said. “Not the cane.”

“It wasn’t a question, young lady.” James said.

Charlotte moaned helplessly. She hadn’t really expected him to back down on his threat. It wasn’t the first time he’d used the cane on her, in fact, she loved it when he did. It was such a classical implement for a naughty schoolgirl, the thought alone aroused her greatly. Yes it hurt, a lot, but that was part of what made it so exciting.

James had already stepped away and fetched the cane from the bottom drawer of his desk. He kept it there especially for her. It was long and supple, and vicious.

Charlotte licked her lips as he placed it against her bottom, taking aim. She braced herself.

“Do you want to know how you did on last week’s test, young lady?” Her professor asked.

Charlotte blushed, not very well she imagined. “Yes, sir.” She replied dutifully.

“Out of twenty questions, you only got two correct.” James said, while stroking her bottom with the cane, menacingly.

Charlotte blushed even deeper, that was even worse than last time he’d used the cane.

“Eighteen mistakes, that makes eighteen strokes with the cane.” Her professor announced, confirming her suspicions that he would use the same rule as last time.

Charlotte bit her lips, eighteen strokes, that was six more than last time and she hadn’t been able to sit down for a day back then.

Yet still, while her bottom was aching with nervousness, while her brain was questioning her sanity for wanting this, her groin was burning with desire, her pussy so wet she was almost dripping.

The professor raised the cane. It swished through the air and landed across her backside with a loud crack.

Charlotte squealed.

“One.” Professor James called. He raised the cane again.

“Two.” He called as it painted a bright red stripe across Charlotte’s backside, right beside the first.

She howled.

“Three.” Her professor called as the cane cracked against her poor bottom.

Charlotte squealed and moaned and wailed. Again and again, the cane connected with her poor, stinging bottom, leaving behind a bright red line of burning skin.

James calmly counted each stroke, ignoring her cries of agony. “Four. Five. Six.”

Charlotte stomped the ground with her feet, she grabbed the edge of the desk as if to pull herself over it, yet she never considered running away or dodging the incoming strokes. James didn’t even hold her down and she kept her bottom raised for each stroke of the cane, welcoming her punishment at the same time as crying about it.

“Seven. Eight. Nine.” Her professor counted.

Only halfway, Charlotte thought. Last time it had been almost over by now. “Please.” She begged. “I’ll try harder next time. I’ll get better grades.”

She knew James wouldn’t back down of course. She didn’t even want him to. She didn’t beg for him to stop, she only did it because she didn’t know what else to do. She had to do something.

“Ten. Eleven. Twelve.” Her bottom was now criss-crossed with bright red stripes. Yet the two that her professor had aimed at her upper thighs had made her squeal the loudest.

Charlotte was shaking, her legs trembling to keep her bottom up in the air. Yet she managed, endured the pain and the excitement that it accompanied.

“Thirteen. Fourteen. Fifteen.” They kept coming, one after the other, not slowing down, not speeding up. Just like Charlotte’s squeals.

Just three more, she thought, just three more. Here they came.

“Sixteen. Seventeen. Eighteen.”

Charlotte moaned deeply. It was over. She’d done it. She’d taken her punishment, all eighteen strokes.

Professor James laid his hand on her burning backside. Charlotte moaned, his touch was agony on her sensitive skin and yet she welcomed it.

“I don’t want to see such a bad test score from you again, young lady.” He said.

Charlotte blushed. Perhaps she’d gone a bit too far she agreed, scoring two out of twenty. Her scores shouldn’t matter to her though, the whole class didn’t matter and yet, at moments like this she couldn’t help but consider trying just a bit harder next time.

She never did of course, when the pain was forgotten and she was yearning for another punishment.

“I promise, professor.” She said.

James gently stroked her burning bottom. His hand barely touching her skin, hovering above it. Slowly, Charlotte’s backside cooled down, as her professor’s hand descended on her bottom, his touch ever so slowly growing more steady. Soon he was massaging her burning, throbbing buttocks.

Charlotte moaned softly. Just like he’d warmed her up, James said this moment was to help her cool down. She didn’t feel cool however, not with his hand on her bare, sensitive backside. She only grew hotter, not in her bottom, but between her legs, where her arousal grew brighter, the firmer she felt her professor’s hand.

She closed her eyes, wanting him to continue, to keep going, groping, fondling, taking advantage of her. He never did more than just massage away the pain however, not matter how much she wanted it, how unsubtly she raised her bottom and spread her legs to reveal her arousal.

“Was there something else you wanted to discuss, professor?” She asked, remembering his words from earlier.

“Perhaps you want to get up and get dressed first.” James replied.

Charlotte moaned softly. “No please, I’m still very sore, my bottom is burning, won’t you help me cool down just a bit more?”

Professor James complied, gently caressing her backside with his hand.

“You know I write stories in which the main protagonist often receives the same kind of punishment you received, right?” Her professor asked.

“Of course.” Charlotte answered, moaning softly. “I’ve read all of them.”

“And when I spank you, you’re not just learning a valuable lesson about the importance of studying, but you’re also greatly aroused.” He continued.

Charlotte blushed, but there was no point in denying, quite the opposite actually. “Yes, sir.” She replied.

“Well, I recently wrote a story that’s slightly longer than usual. Much longer actually, it’s a small novella and I’m presenting it at a convention next weekend.” James told her.

“Congratulations, sir.” Charlotte replied, not sure what else to say.

“I was wondering whether you wanted to come along.” Her professor asked. “Since you seem to be into these things so much.”

Charlotte blushed deeply, you weren’t usually asked out on a date while having your sore, red, bare bottom massaged. Yet she was sure that a date was exactly what he meant for it to be. She knew of course that if she were to date her professor, she’d still be getting spanked as much as she wanted, but she liked that she really was his student. If they were dating, if she quit his class, they would just be pretending. Now it was real, even if the class wasn’t important for her studies, and that made it just that much more exciting.

On top of that, her professor’s stories weren’t the kind that were presented at a normal fiction convention, it would be something erotical or even BDSM themed.

But the fact is, Charlotte wasn’t in a position to say no. Bent over her professor’s desk, her bottom burning red, her pussy glowing with excitement, right now she would do anything he asked of her. “I would love to, professor.” She replied.

Besides, who was to day she couldn’t be his student and secretly date him at the same time?

“Great, I’m very happy to hear that.” James replied, still firmly massaging her naked backside.

“Was there anything else you wanted to ask, professor?” Charlotte asked, still hoping that he might take more advantage of her position.

“Not right now.” He replied. “Unless you have something you wanted to discuss?”

Charlotte blushed. “The girl in your book, what happens to her?”

Professor James squeezed her bottom firmly. “If you want to know, you’ll have to read the book.”

Charlotte squirmed, her bottom was still very sore. “In your other stories then, what happens to those naughty girls after they get spanked?”

James grabbed her bottom firmly, making her her squeal. “I thought you read them all?” He asked.

Charlotte wiggled back and forth, trying to pry her sore bottom from her professor’s firm grip. “I did.” She protested. “I just wanted to ask you.”

Her professor finally let go, continuing his soft caressing of her backside. “Well.” He said. “Sometimes they are sent to the corner, bottom on display to think about their actions. Other times they are made to work or do their chores with their red bottoms exposed.”

Her professor took a pause, then continued. “Some times they are rewarded.” His hand slipped down between her buttocks, fingers at the edge of her pussy. “If they were good girls they might have their spanking supplemented with pleasure.” His fingers gently caressed her lips.

Charlotte moaned deeply, finally, he allowed his hands to explore her further than before. She arched her back, raising her bottom as high as she could, granting her professor access to her pussy.

“Some times they show their gratitude by sucking their master’s cock.” He continued, still feeling up her pussy, spreading her lips, feeling her wetness.

“And finally.” He said, his fingers probing for her entrance. “They get fucked, hard and fast.” He thrusted his fingers deep inside of her.

Charlotte moaned and squirmed.

“Why did you want to know, Charlotte?” He asked. “Did you want me to do any of these things to you?”

Charlotte gasped for breath. “Yes, sir. Anything, you can do any of those things to me.”

“Anything?” Professor James asked. He curled his fingers inside of her, pressuring her where she was most sensitive.

“Yes, professor.” Charlotte moaned.

James pulled his fingers away, grabbing her hips with both hands. Charlotte groaned deeply as he pushed his crotch against her bottom. Of course he would choose this, she thought. If she gave him the choice, what else would he choose?

Her professor thrusted his hips against her sore, sensitive backside. She could feel the bulge in his trousers grinding against her pussy, pushing between her lips. Spanked, caned, fondled and groped, her bottom burning as he ground against her, her pussy throbbing as he pushed up against it, it was almost enough for her to cum.

“I assume you don’t have a boyfriend, Charlotte?” He asked.

She blushed. “No, professor.”

“I didn’t think so. I think he’d be quote jealous if you let one of your professors spank you.”

Charlotte moaned.

“Does that mean you’re not on birth control?” He asked.

Charlotte licked her lips. “I am, sir.”

James pushed harder, shoving her against his desk. “I see, prepared for your professor to take advantage of the situation I bet.”

Charlotte grunted, but did not deny it. She pushed back, raising her bottom to meet her professor’s thrusting hips.

She felt him step back for a second, unbuttoning his trousers and then something big and hard pressed between her thighs. Her professor’s cock, large and throbbing. He grabbed her hips and thrusted it inside of her.

Charlotte moaned and squealed, for with each thrust his hips smacked into her sore, burning bottom. His cock, deep inside of her filled her up. It was too much, she groaned, trembling as the orgasm took over her thoughts.

She couldn’t do anything. James didn’t stop, he just kept going, ignoring her whimpering moans as one orgasm followed the other, not knowing where one ended and the next began. Until he froze up, his cock filling her up, his hips pressed up against her sore buttocks, cumming deep inside of her.

For a moment, the two of them just stood there, breathing heavily. Then James pulled out, he stepped back and pulled up his trousers.

Charlotte struggled to push herself up from the desk. She turned around, panties still around her ankles as her skirt slid down to cover her nudity. “Thank you, professor.” She whispered.

James smiled. “Im glad you enjoyed it, I’ll make sure to do any of those other things that happen in my stories that you seem to like so much.”

Charlotte blushed, already imagining what he might do to her next. “I’m yours to do with as you please, sir.” She replied. She noticed her professor’s juices were already leaking between her legs, she quickly bent down to pull up her panties.

“But this doesn’t mean I’ll go any easier on you when you show up with such bad test results, you hear?” He then said.

Charlotte blushed and reached back to rub her sore bottom. “Of course not, sir.” She replied.

“Right, you are dismissed.” James said. “See you in class tomorrow.”

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Four days after she’d been fucked by her professor, Charlotte accompanied him to the conference. In those days she’d had two more classes from him and while she had hoped he’d ask her to stay after class – not for a punishment, she hadn’t earned another one yet – he had seemingly made her wait for his attention until today.

The sign outside the large warehouse where the conference was held made it clear, this wasn’t anything ordinary, it was more a BDSM festival than a conference.

Blushing, arm-in-arm with her professor, she went inside. If anyone here recognized her, or worse if anyone here recognized who she was with… But then again, anyone here would be into the same things they were.

The many booths and displays seemed overwhelming at first, but the presence of James was comforting. He had told her to call him by his name – they weren’t in class – but she still defaulted to professor, or sir.

They walked around for a while, and Charlotte slowly grew more confident, everyone was friendly and welcoming and no-one regarded them weirdly. James was older than her of course, but not by that much, not enough to attract attention anyway.

When they came to a small stage, James urged her to stay and watch. They had some time to kill, his book presentation wasn’t until much later in the evening.

On the stage, between two pillars stood a young woman, arms and legs spread wide as she was chained by wrists and ankles. All she wore was a set of lingerie and a collar around her neck.

“Everyone, I want you to meet Evelyn.” A man on the side of the stage said.

The woman gave a short bow, as deep as she could while being tied up.

“Evelyn here, has agreed to be spanked for your all entertainment.” The man explained.

Charlotte blushed. She was going to get spanked, in front of this entire crowd?

The woman didn’t blush however, she seemed excited.

“Do you ever wonder what it would be like if I called you in front of class and spanked you in front of all your classmates?” James suddenly asked. “Rather than wait until they’ve all left?”

Charlotte blushed even deeper.

“I bet you have.” James replied. “Perhaps you should get on that stage like Evelyn, then you’ll know what it feels like if everyone’s watching and knows what a naughty girl you are.”

Charlotte licked her lips. He wasn’t really expecting her to… No, of course not, he was just teasing her, like he always did. But it was unnerving how he always seemed to know these things about her, even when she found it hard to admit them herself. “Maybe next time.” She said.

Evelyn looked out over the crowd. Despite her confident facade, her stomach was in knots of nervousness. This was only her second time doing this.

It was easier when Eric, her partner turned her around. Ceremoniously he undid her chains – she’d been standing spread-eagled, presenting herself to the crowd for quite a while already, gathering more viewers – he turned her around and then re-shackled her ankles, spreading her legs far apart. At least this way she didn’t have to face the crowd, whilst presenting her bottom to them.

Eric placed a small stool in front of her and Evelyn bent over, placing her hands on top. The cheers and excited chatter of the crowd as she positioned herself turned her on greatly. The chains were now reattached to her wrists and looped around a hook attached to the floor, she wouldn’t be able to stand up straight again.

Eric placed his hand on her buttocks and caressed her gently. Evelyn closed her eyes and took a deep breath, being touched so intimately with so many people watching.

Her partner raised his hand, but did not bring it down. “Not yet.” He said, teasing her. “More people are still coming in, they all want to see.”

Evelyn licked her lips, wondering how large a crowd she was gathering.

“Evelyn here has been a very naughty girl.” Eric said, entertaining the crowd. “Haven’t you, girl?”

“Yes, sir.” She dutifully replied, remembering their rehearsal earlier at home.

“Tell the crowd Evelyn, why does a beautiful girl like you need to be spanked?” Eric asked.

“I’ve been disobedient, sir.” She replied with a remorseful tone. “I haven’t followed your rules and I’ve been a bit of a brat.”

“Very naughty indeed.” Eric said. “And what are these rules you didn’t follow?”

Evelyn licked her lips, preparing to add some sassiness to her voice. “I didn’t call you by your proper name, which is Your Holiness.” She said. “As you like to be called.”

Laughter erupted in the crowd and Eric swiftly smacked her bottom, the crowd suddenly silenced. “That’s not my name, young lady.” He said.

“I’m sorry, Your Righteousness, was it?” She tried.

More laughter and another smack on her behind.

“I am sorry people, it seems like Evelyn here needs a firm lesson before we can get any straight answers out of her.” Eric said.

The crowd murmured excitedly, it was about to start. Evelyn licked her lips, preparing herself.

Eric placed one hand on her back and the other on her bottom. Then he began to spank her. The crowd grew strangely quiet, the sound of his hand connecting with her backside was all she could hear, accompanied by her own grunts and moans, which grew louder the longer her spanking continued.

In front of the crowd, her bottom grew pink, stinging and sore. The pain turned her on as much as their presence.

“Is this helping you remember how I asked you to call me, young lady?” Eric asked.

Evelyn moaned softly. “Your Feebleness, perhaps?” She asked.

The spanking suddenly increased in intensity. Eric’s hand now raining down on her backside, hard and fast.

Evelyn squealed softly. She’d known this was coming of course, they had practiced this and this wasn’t the last of the bratty answers Eric had prepared for her.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” She squealed as her bottom turned red.

Eric paused the onslaught on her behind, the whispering in the crowd grew silent as they awaited her next words.

“It’s My Lord The Most Handsome And Smartest Of All, of course.” She blurted out.

“That’s it!” Her partner decried. “Who here agrees that this young lady needs a much firmer lesson?”

Evelyn couldn’t see, but she was certain all hands were raised in the crowd. Some whole-heartedly agreed by calling out loud.

Eric walked around the small stage, taking the whip from their suitcase. It was a flogger with a long handle and about three dozen long leather falls.

It was Evelyn’s favorite item they owned.

The crowd was silent as Eric placed it against her behind. Evelyn squealed as he struck her bottom. It hurt, not too much, but enough that the crowd expected such a reaction from her.

Again and again, Eric aimed the whip at her bottom and thighs. He was slow and methodical, gradually, her whole bottom and most of her thighs was turned hot and red, burning with pain and desire.

And as her punishment continued, Evelyn’s squeals became less of an act and more real, until she began to wish she could just call Eric by his proper name, Sir.

She couldn’t though, not yet, there was still one bratty response left in their play.

Finally, Eric paused, as Evelyn struggled to keep in position, chains around wrists and ankles. “Well.” He said. “Are you finally ready to give me the correct answer, young lady?” He asked.

Evelyn licked her lips. Her bottom was on fire, no-one here in the crowd would know she was going off-script if she did. And Eric wouldn’t force the matter, he would understand if she was at her limits. But she didn’t want to disappoint him and, perhaps she could take just a little more. “Is it, Eric?” She asked.

Eric turned to the crowd. “Is it Eric?” He repeated. “Does anyone here think, that a naughty young woman such as you all see displayed in front of you should call her partner just Eric?”

Evelyn could hear the ‘no’s from amongst the chatter in the crowd.

“What about you, young lady.” Eric said, addressing one of the onlookers. “You look like you know what it feels like when you’re in Evelyn’s position. If that guy next to you, the man you’re here with puts you across his knee, do you call him just by his name?”

“No.” Charlotte replied, blushing heavily.

“What do you call him?” Eric asked.

“Sir, I call him Sir.” Charlotte said.

“So you would agree, that Evelyn here hasn’t learned her lesson yet.” Eric said. “That she hasn’t been spanked hard enough yet?”

Charlotte found her courage, holding on to James’ arm. “I’ve been spanked much harder, just recently.” She replied.

Eric laughed and Charlotte blushed as a few in the crowd now eyed her with interest.

“You hear that, Evelyn.” He said. “This young lady agrees, you should be spanked much harder.”

Evelyn bit her lips. This was the final part, she knew. Part of her was sad it would be over, and not just because she’d have to turn around and face the crowd who’d just seen her get spanked.

Eric placed the whip against her backside once more. He swung it with the full force of his arm.

Evelyn moaned and squealed as the many leather falls dug into the sensitive skin of her bottom. Her backside was on fire, her legs were trembling. She struggled in her chains but could not escape. The whip kept coming, her skin rippling from the impact.

Again and again, with precision, Eric punished her bottom, the sound echoing in the warehouse, probably heard all over the place, by the booths, at the entrance, near the vending machines, at the food court. She imagined that anyone who couldn’t see, could at least hear her yowls.

Then finally it was over. Eric unchained her and helped her up. Evelyn had seemed calm and at ease at first, but now she blushed deeply as she looked at the crowd, at those who had witnessed her punishment.

“What is my name, young lady?” Eric asked.

“Sir.” She replied simply.

The crowd applauded.

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Continued in part 4 ...