The New Laws is a series of shorts based on, well, fictional new laws. While this legislation is ostensibly meant to protect the public, they unfortunately have humiliating and painful consequences for women at large.

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The Law: Post-Secondary Hands On Educational Opportunities for Women, 20 U.S. Code Part B § 3491 (2025).

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Samantha Paulson presses the button on the remote and her presentation progresses to the final slide. It reads “Anal Only Gangbangs” above a large question mark.

“Any questions,” Samantha asks the audience. The twenty-one year old state college junior is dressed in a light blue blouse and black slacks with brown loafers. Her long black hair is worn in a thick braid over her left shoulder. She’s five-foot-seven in bare feet, though she looks a bit shorter with her hips cocked as they are now.

A few hands in Professor Lewis’ 2 PM Human Sexuality in the Modern World class go up. “Do women even like gangbangs, or is it just some porn thing,” a dowdy looking middle-aged man asks.

“Well, um,” Samantha begins to respond. She takes a second to think and reassure herself. This has been an awkward class to say the least. Each student in the seventy-person class had to present on a topic of their choosing. Samantha drew the shortest straw and wound up presenting first, so there were bound to be some nerves and hiccups. She flips back a few slides to one detailing testimonials from various people who had had group sex.

“It’s definitely a porn thing, but I do believe that many of the women who participate, even just anally, enjoy the experience outside of any money they may gain.”

A few other students ask her a couple softball questions, and Samantha begins to wrap things up.

“I have a question,” Professor Lewis says pointedly.

“Oh, um, yes, of course Professor.”

“We haven’t seen the demonstration portion of your project, in fact you haven’t even explained what it involves.”

“I-I’m sorry?” Samantha asks. She suddenly feels very flush as she looks around the room for other confused students.

“I can only speak for myself” he continues, “but when I read your project title, I assumed that we would have seen you repeatedly sodomized in class by several men at this point.”

“Excuse me,” Samantha asks incredulously. She again looks around but only sees several students nodding in agreement.

“The syllabus is very clear that the project needs to include a live demonstration of the sex act which is being presented.”

“I, um, I showed a brief clip of a woman being gangbanged, and uh” she begins but trails off.

“You did read the syllabus, yes? It’s quite clear,” the Professor asks.

Samantha begins to tear up, both from humiliation and fear. She had merely glanced through the sixty-five page document. “Yo-you can’t be serious, Professor.”

“Ms. Paulson,” the Professor retorts. “We discussed the new legislation at length on the first day of class. All federally funded colleges and universities must provide hands-on experience to their female students, and must prove such experience has occurred. Were you present on the first day,” he asks as he begins to check the student roster. “We spoke about it for nearly a half-hour. This part of the project fulfills that requirement for this course.”

Samantha feels a lone tear run down her cheek but doesn’t dare wipe it away for fear of being caught crying. She had skipped the first day, thinking it would just be a cursory discussion of the course.

The Professor clicks his tongue. “Ms. Paulson, I see you were not here on the first day.” Samantha begins to mount a rebuttal before Professor Lewis cuts in. “Ms. Paulson, I’m very disappointed. You’re a pre-med student, yes? I would expect a future medical professional to understand the importance of both attendance and being on time.”

More tears run down Samantha’s face, and her voice cracks as she apologizes. “I’m sorry, I had an obligation and couldn’t attend. I-I can do the demonstration,” she promises, still not fully comprehending what she is obligating herself to. “Can I please get an extension?”

Professor Lewis shakes his head. “You don’t even have a plan in place to show today. This project is ninety-percent of your grade in this class, and the demonstration makes up seventy-percent of the grade for this project.”

“Bu-but Professor,” Samantha shouts before reeling herself in. “I can’t fail this class, I’d lose my scholarship.”

Professor Lewis again shakes his head and is about to speak when a voice Samantha recognizes speaks up. “Professor, if Samantha had a plan today, would you be able to give her a one-week extension?”

“I suppose I would,” the Professor replies, “but it doesn’t seem as if Ms. Paulson is in any state to come up with something on the spot.”

“What if the class helped and we brainstormed a plan as a group,” the voice asks again. Samantha can’t place it or see who it is because of their tears in her eyes.

Professor Lewis thinks for a moment. “Well, I think that would be feasible, so long as no one has any qualms.” No one in the class appears to have any. “Alright, Ms. Hudson, why don’t you start brainstorming for us.”

Samantha winces. Jessie Hudson. That’s the voice. Jessie had it out for Samantha their Freshman year at college and bullied her relentlessly.

“So, I agree with you that Samantha needs to be gangbanged in order to fulfill the requirement. Her definition of a gangbang was four or more people, usually men.”

“Yes, that follows with my expectation. However, given that we only have fifty minutes of class time, let’s limit it to three men.”

“She should be tied down in some way, like in her porn clip. And they can only fuck her in the ass,” says a young man in the front row. He’s dressed in gray sweats emblazoned with the school logo. Several students nod in agreement.

“Also, one of them should cum on her face,” an older male student in business casual says. “The rest can cum in her ass, but a gangbang always has at least one facial. Or, so I’ve been told,” he adds with a defensive tone.

“Yeah, no condoms, either. Everyone fucks her bareback,” a third man adds.

“Well, I think it should be Samantha’s decision on protection,” Jessie says in disagreement.

“Yes, as we’ve discussed, consent and safer sex practices are all very important in this classroom,” Professor Lewis says.

Samantha feels like she’s in an episode of the Twilight Zone, how can they all be so nonchalant about her body being used like this? How can they think she would consent to this?

“Well, I think this was a good discussion. Anyone other thoughts before we move on,” Professor Lewis asks.

A student in the front row raises their hand. “Yes,” Professor Lewis asks, “do you have a questions, Mr. Daniels?”

“Yes,” Brad Daniels, the biggest suck up in class, responds. “I don’t think it’s fair that Ms. Paulson gets an extension without some kind of punishment. Shouldn’t she get a demerit or something?”

“I can appreciate your concern, Mr. Daniels,” Professor Lewis says. “However, I do believe in second chances. That being said, does anyone else have a concern with the extension?” An ocean of hands begins to rise. Samantha cries openly now, having lost any reservation against doing so.

“Very well, university policy allows for corporal punishment at the discretion of the faculty. This would also add color to our discussion of impact play last week. Would a bare bottom spanking in class assuage any qualms, Mr. Daniels?”

“I think that’d be fine, Professor,” Brad replies.

Samantha is again incredulous. How can any of this be real? A spanking? And did he say it would be on her bare butt?

Before she can respond, Professor Lewis has walked from his desk and is carrying a chair with him. He sits in it and pats his right leg. “Okay Ms. Paulson, let’s get this over with.”

Samantha is unable to move. She’s cemented where she stands. There’s no way she can take a spanking - especially a bare one - in front of all these guys. And definitely not in front of Jessie.

“Ms. Paulson,” the professor warns, “you have until the count of five to come and take your spanking. If I get to five, you fail this course. One.”

Samantha still can’t move.

“Two.”

Samantha looks around for any help. She can’t make out any faces, but it’s clear salvation is at least delayed if not denied.

“Three.”

“Professor, I, y-you can’t”

“Four.”

Some part deep inside Samantha hotwires her brain and she suddenly rushes to Professor Lewis’ side. He takes the remote control for the presentation screen from her. Pressing a button, the screen now changes to show the view from a camera in the back of the room. Samantha can see herself clearly from the back. She quickly looks back over her shoulder at the camera.

Her attention snaps back forward as Professor Lewis undoes the clasp on Samantha’s slacks and pulls the zipper down. Tugging the pants down to her ankles, the Professor then turns his attention to Samantha’s soft pink bikini underwear. Samantha shivers as she feels his fingers slide into the waistband. Slowly, almost to a tortuous degree, Professor Lewis finishes baring his student’s behind.

And now, in high definition, Samantha looks up and can see her bare bottom on the big presentation screen. And it’s not just her, she realizes. Everyone in class can see her pale ass. The heat in her chest continues to rise as her instructor turns her over his knee.

“I think twenty spanks should be sufficient,” he says, his voice sounding a million miles away. “I hope this helps you remember to be responsible.”

Samantha imagines all of the students leaning forward to get a better view of the screen. It’s clear that anyone looking at the screen can see her furry pussy. And oh God. There’s her asshole. She prays this is all just a bad, bad dream.

But her prayers are interrupted as the first spank lands. It isn’t very hard, but it definitely stings, and Samantha feels her butt jiggle. Worse, she squeaks out a little cry when the first slap connects. There’s a light pink handprint on her right butt cheek now.

The remaining spanks come in quick succession, and Samantha moans or cries out during the short punishment. She watches the spanks in abject humiliation and sees her little butt jiggle. There’s a heat building in her rear end, too. Mercifully, it’s over almost as soon as it started.

However the Professor doesn’t let his student up immediately. Instead, he grabs Samantha’s bottom and spreads her cheeks wide. Samantha watches her slit widen and feels the cool air between her pussy lips. She’s still too frozen with fright and humiliation to say anything or mount a defense against this latest exposure.

“Ms. Paulson,” Professor Lewis says as Samantha watches and feels him gently stroke her asshole. “The entire class, myself included, expect to see you repeatedly penetrated right here by three different men during next week’s class. Is that clear?”

Samantha nods as she sobs “Ye-yes, P-P-Professor.” She can’t believe how incredibly humiliating this day has become. How will she ever show her face again in this class? But Professor Lewis has one more degradation for her.

“Please ensure that you are completely hairless next week,” he says as he tugs at her pubes. “I’d hate for anything to get in the way of your classmates’ learning experience.”

Finally, Professor Lewis allows Samantha up and she hastily redresses herself. The Professor asks if anyone has any other questions or discussion items. No one says anything, and several students shake their heads. “Very well. Ms. Paulson, we look forward to your demonstration during next week’s class. Have a good week, everyone.” He walks away from Samantha, returning the chair to its place.

Samantha pushes past the departing crowd to where Professor Lewis stands. “I-I, uh, Professor. Um, I can-can’t d-do this,” she says haltingly, hoping for some last minute reprieve.

“Ms. Paulson, you have exactly three options in this situation,” her Professor explains. “The first is that you drop the class. We are past the drop period, as I assume you are aware. Thus, dropping the class now will result in an F. The second is that you don’t do your demonstration next week, which will also earn you an F. The third option - and the only way you don’t fail this course - is to get anally gangbanged next week during class in front of your cohort and me.” And with that, Professor Lewis walks out of the class.

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