The Freshman Ch. 10

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For the first time in several years, Cecilia contemplated her own death. Without her studies, she had no future, and if she had no future, there was no point in staying alive. She wondered if she could work up the nerve to commit suicide, and if so, how she would carry it out.

Her thoughts drifted to her hero Kimberly Lee. Yes, Kim was another person to whom she owed an explanation...

Finally, at about 5:00 p.m., Burnside called Cecilia back into her office.

"Now, I'll tell you what's happening and what I hope to accomplish tonight. The first thing that I'll let you know is that I'm really pissed at you. Among other things, I'll have to re-write the entire mid-term, and I don't appreciate that. Second, I want you to understand that if you had just done what I told you to do, or at least asked me before clicking on that file, none of this would be happening. You understand that, right?"

"Yes, Dr. Burnside. I understand."

"The next thing I want you to understand is that between now and 7:00 tonight, I'll have one priority on my mind, and that's keeping you enrolled. No matter what I say to that committee, you are not to contradict me. Do you understand?"

Cecilia looked up Burnside with teary eyes and nodded. Burnside's expression bore into the miserable student.

"I want you to understand that what I plan to do is to try to convince the ethics committee to defer your punishment back to me. I'll settle matters with you afterwards, which is going to be part of my argument to the panel that you shouldn't be expelled or prosecuted. You'll be punished, but we'll do it in private and it'll stay out of your student records."

Cecilia wondered what on earth Burnside meant by the comment "you'll be punished, but we'll do it in private". She remembered the rumors, those weird stories about the whippings. Her hands shook. Was it possible...?

"Before we head to the hearing room, I want you to take a look at this and sign it. You are responsible for honoring this agreement if I manage to keep you from getting expelled."

Cecilia read:

I, __________, admit to having accessed an active course examination file on __________ without authorization from either my professor, Dr. Ruth Burnside, or anyone else associated with the Department of Economic Studies. I fully understand that unauthorized access of an active examination file is grounds for immediate expulsion from this university under the student code of ethics. I also understand that an unauthorized access of an active university examination file for the purpose of re-distribution is a misdemeanor offence under the laws of this state and is punishable by 90 days in jail and/or a $ 5,000 fine.

In lieu of disciplinary action from the university administration, I, __________, freely and willingly choose to accept the disciplinary alternative offered by my professor, Dr. Burnside. I understand that upon completion of the disciplinary alternative to Dr. Burnside's satisfaction, I will continue my coursework and no further action will be taken against me.

Signed ___________.

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A few minutes later Cecilia and Burnside stood before three very stern-looking senior professors. Cecilia recognized two of them from the Department of Economic Studies. The third panel member was a female professor from the Business School. As severe as Ruth Burnside might have seemed to Cecilia, if anything, the three in front of her looked even worse. Burnside's usual direct and confident self-demeanor was a bit toned down in the hearing, given the uncomfortable task she had in trying to convince them to let her student stay enrolled.

Burnside directed Cecilia to present her statement to the committee. She signed it in the presence of the committee members who each initialed the bottom of the document. There was a reading of the computer log, and the conclusion that it matched Cecilia's statement. The director of the committee then spoke to Burnside.

"Ruth, what's your interpretation of Ms. Sanchez's motives?"

"As odd as this sounds, I think she's telling the truth. The computer log doesn't show the downloading of any text, which to me would have indicated she had some other purpose for accessing the file. She says it was just curiosity, and I think that's what it was."

"Do you think she was aware of the serious consequences of her actions?"

"No, of course she wasn't. And that was partially my fault, because I didn't say anything about not opening the test files. I just assumed she wouldn't."

"You assumed. Ruth, you can't make such assumptions! That sloppiness of thinking is unacceptable, especially from someone with your standing in the department! You're at fault then, for leaving those files unsecured! Do you understand that?"

"Yes, I understand that. I accept blame for leaving my files unsecured. I am willing to accept my part of the responsibility for this incident, because I did not secure the contents of my computer. Ms. Sanchez accessed the file in large part due to my own negligence."

The female member of the panel spoke.

"Well Ruth, perhaps it is a noble thing you are trying to accomplish, but I suspect your efforts to accept blame and keep your student enrolled are being misdirected. To me it seems that Ms. Sanchez has proven herself untrustworthy, and to be honest, I feel she's taking the place of someone else who could bring to this university a better character. The fact that you left examination files unsecured is a separate issue, but I don't feel that means that Ms. Sanchez should not suffer the consequences of her actions."

"I agree with you. Ms. Sanchez should suffer the consequences of her actions. But I don't think those consequences should entail ruining her life. My intention is not to let her off, but instead make this a learning experience for her. I ask you to remember that outside this incident, she has been an exemplary student. Should we condemn her for a single mistake, however serious that mistake may have been?"

The chairman of the committee spoke to Cecilia:

"Young lady, I'd like to ask you something. How do you feel about this? What lessons do you think you might take away from this hearing?"

"Sir, all I can say is that I really messed up. I don't know. Maybe I deserve to get kicked out, 'cause of all the trouble I caused for Dr. Burnside. But, no matter what, I do wanna say 'thank you' to Dr. Burnside for at least trying to help me, and that...I'm sorry for what I did."

"If this committee decides to refer your discipline back to Professor Burnside, would you find that acceptable?"

"Yes sir. I'd do whatever she tells me."

"Then..." the director faced the representative from the Business School, "...Brenda, I'm going to disagree with you on this. I think the interests of Ms. Sanchez and the university are better served by keeping her enrolled and deferring the matter back to Ruth. Bob, what do you think?"

"Let Ruth handle it. That's my vote. Brenda?"

"I'm dissenting. I think this young woman violated the trust of the university and of a faculty member. She should be made into an example for other students, and I would like that comment recorded in the minutes of this meeting."

"Very well, Brenda, your concerns will be noted. Ruth, this panel is voting two to one to allow Cecilia Sanchez to remain enrolled as a student in the Department of Economic Studies. I am recommending she be placed on probation for the rest of the semester and will hold you personally accountable for her behavior from this point forward. As of this moment the suspension against her is removed and she will be allowed to return to her classes as of tomorrow morning."

"Very well. For the record I want to express my deep appreciation to this committee for your consideration, and also for meeting on such short notice to resolve my student's standing."

Burnside turned to leave, but Cecilia was so stunned that she couldn't even react. The professor touched her arm.

"Cecilia, let's go. I need to talk to you in private."

Cecilia quietly followed Burnside down the stairs, not completely sure what exactly had been decided by the committee. She was too scared to ask or say anything. Once in the office, the older woman closed the door.

"Cecilia, do you understand what just happened?"

"I...I'm not gonna get kicked out?"

"Sort of. What the committee did was to make me responsible for deciding about your continued enrollment. Obviously it's my intention that you stay enrolled. It's my intention that you keep your scholarship and you get your degree. It's also my intention that you go back to your room with a lesson from tonight. I believe that everyone is entitled to one screw-up. You've just had your allotted screw-up, and it was a pretty big one."

"Dr. Burnside, what's gonna happen to you?"

"I'll get a written reprimand for leaving examination files unsecured. It'll stay in my file for a year and then get pulled out. I can't get promoted until that paper's out of my file, but that's no big deal. A year's not that long."

Cecilia said nothing. Burnside put the committee papers on her desk, except the paper Cecilia had signed immediately before the committee hearing.

"By the way, you understand that I still have to punish you?"

"But...I thought that..."

"Cecilia, what the committee did was to defer your punishment back to me. You're still getting punished for what you did. It's just that I'm doing it, not them, and the reason I'm doing it is so it won't go into your academic record. But you placed my career in jeopardy, and you're going to pay for that. That's why I had you sign that paper. The first part of your punishment is going to be here in this office in a couple of minutes. The last weekend in October will be your second installment, which is when I'll punish you again and have you serve as a hostess at my annual Halloween Party. That'll be it, assuming you don't screw up again."

Burnside took off her jacket and draped it over the back of her chair. Cecilia looked at her in terror, realizing...

"Get undressed. Get everything off, right now. Fold up your dress and put it on that chair. Then put your underwear on top and put your shoes underneath."

"Dr. Burnside, please...couldn't you just do it over my clothes?"

"Of course I'm not punishing you over your clothes! Now start stripping! If I have to do it for you then I'll really give you something to cry about!"

Her heart pounding, Cecilia reluctantly pulled the dress over her head. She fumbled with her bra and pushed her thong to her ankles, then stood in front of Burnside, looking away and trying to cover herself with her hands. The professor sharply smacked her hands away from her body.

"There will be no false modesty from you. I'm going to be seeing plenty of you next month, so you'd better get used to it. Now stand up straight and look at me."

Cecilia stood up straight, as tears continued to flow down her cheeks.

"This is the way I do things. My feeling is that if you screw up, you have to suffer for it. I believe in strict discipline, but don't believe in wreaking people's lives. There is an issue for us to settle, but we're settling it in private. That's what you agreed to, and it's what the ethics committee agreed to. Do you understand me?"

"Y...yes...Dr Burnside, I...I understand."

With that Burnside sat down on her office sofa. Cecilia reluctantly approached her, waiting for instructions. The professor reached up, grabbed her wrist, and pulled the trembling, naked student across her lap.

"Move forward a bit...good...now turn your butt up and spread your legs."

As she complied, Cecilia felt the cool air of the office gently blow against her exposed vagina and bottom-hole. She felt completely helpless and exposed, lying at the mercy of her professor. There was irony in the situation: Burnside had saved Cecilia's ass, and now she was going to spank it.

Burnside rested her hand on Cecilia's left bottom-cheek, gently caressing the mound of tender skin and her fingertips resting in the dark sensitive area in between.

"This is going to hurt, and we're going to be at it for a while. Until I'm finished, I expect you to keep your bottom relaxed and turned up. I expect you to keep your hands in front of you and your feet down. If you tighten your bottom by tensing up your muscles, I'll warn you by running my finger up the middle. You will relax immediately. If you disobey me, I am not going to tire my hand out spanking a tensed up bottom. I've got a cane behind my desk and I'll just finish up with that instead. If you try to cover yourself with your hands, we'll switch to the cane right away. If you want to avoid the cane, you'll keep your butt relaxed and your hands away until I'm done. Do you understand me?"

"Y...yes...I understand."

Burnside caressed Cecilia's bottom a few more times, enjoying the sight and feel of her victim's soft dark skin. Finally she lifted her hand and delivered a very sharp SMACK to Cecilia's right bottom-cheek. The student squealed, more from shock than anything else, at the force of the blow. She would discover that Ruth Burnside, although in her late 30's, was physically fit and very strong from having worked out all her life. She also had plenty of endurance in her arms. An over the lap spanking from Ruth Burnside was a very serious matter and a long, painful experience.

Burnside had thought about using the cane on Cecilia, but decided to spank her instead. She wanted the experience to be humiliating for the student and drag it out as long as possible, possibly as long as an hour. Having the naked girl over her lap also gave Burnside a feeling of intimate control over her, and she thoroughly enjoyed the sensation of Cecilia's body squirming over her thighs and the bare skin of her bottom against the palm of her hand.

SLAP!...SLAP!...SLAP!...SLAP!... Burnside spanked slowly, spacing the smacks about 5 seconds apart to allow Cecilia feel the full effect of each swat. She spanked on alternate sides, covering her entire bottom with painful, stinging marks. Cecilia struggled to keep her bottom turned up and clasped her hands to keep them from trying to reach back and protect her backside. Tears were running down her cheeks, but they were not tears resulting from the spanking itself. She was crying over the entire traumatic day, of which the physical punishment was the final painful episode.

Every few minutes Burnside paused from spanking to pass her hand over her student's warming backside and enjoy the feel of her swollen skin. As much as she wanted to fondle and massage the tender area between Cecilia's legs, she refrained from doing so. Burnside found Cecilia very attractive, but struggled to control her own sexual desires with her quiet victim.

SLAP!...SLAP!...SLAP!...SLAP!... As the pain continued to worsen, Cecilia struggled to avoid crying out loud. There was nothing she could do about the tears flowing down her cheeks, but she was determined to show as much courage as possible and not let Burnside hear any crying. Only once did she tense up, the muscles in her bottom tightening against Burnside's hand. As she had mentioned before starting, Burnside ran her index finger up the middle of Cecilia's bottom as a warning. Terrified at the thought of the cane, the student managed to relax her bottom and the spanking continued.

The young woman's emotions were going through turmoil as she fought her instincts and tried to stay in position for the next swat. She did not resent being punished in this manner, because the alternative was expulsion and having her life ruined. If anything, the sharp pain burning into her backside was a more of a relief. All day she had felt horribly guilty over the trouble she had caused Burnside, and had wondered how to make it up to the professor. Well, now she didn't have to worry about that anymore. She was receiving the needed punishment, the intensity of which was driving away the guilt. The pain in her bottom was cleansing her soul...she felt this was what she needed. No, she would make no effort to avoid the swats or try to cover herself. It wasn't the fear of the cane that motivated Cecilia to stay in position; it was the feeling of needing to redeem herself by pleasing the professor and submitting to her discipline.

Burnside's anger slowly began to subside as she belabored the quiet student. She was pleased that Cecilia continued to quietly lie across her lap, stoically accepting the punishment she had so obviously earned. She also enjoyed what she was doing; enjoying he sight of the attractive naked student as her bottom jiggled and reddened under the continuing barrage of harsh slaps, the feel of the soft skin an resilient flesh each time her hand made contact, and the weight of her body as she lay in intimate contact with the professor's thighs.

As the spanking continued, Burnside became more and more aroused. Punishment always gave the woman intense sexual gratification, whether it was punishing a student such as Cecilia, or punishing one of her many lovers. The sight of a bare, badly marked up bottom and the teary face of a person being disciplined gave her intense sexual joy that nothing else could give her.

SLAP!...SLAP!...SLAP!...SLAP!... As brave as she was, it was becoming harder and harder for Cecilia to stay in position. She couldn't believe how strong Burnside was, nor how much endurance her arm had. The minutes dragged by and the slow rhythm of the spanking did not change. 15 minutes....20 minutes...25 minutes...30 minutes... The experience was as severe as a paddling; with Cecilia's bottom becoming swollen and red. Perhaps this was just an over-the-lap hand spanking, but the strength in the professor's arm ensured that Cecilia would feel it for a couple of days and sit uncomfortably in class on Thursday.

Cecilia couldn't hold out any longer. After about 35 minutes of severe spanking, she began crying. Crying was the one thing she desperately had wanted to avoid, but Burnside was not about to grant her that desire. Breaking the student was an important part of the punishment, and finally, after more than a half an hour of non-stop pain, the Dominican did break. As the painful slaps continued to land on her swollen bottom, Cecilia's body jerked from crying and her sobs filled the room, much to Burnside's satisfaction.

Cecilia buried her face in her hands as she lay crying. Burnside decided to wind down the spanking, because Cecilia finally was doing what she needed to do, cry. She was releasing the guilt and tension built up throughout the day's traumatic events, something the professor felt was necessary before the student could go back to her room.

Burnside stopped spanking continuously and began spanking much more slowly. She delivered four sharp slaps on alternate bottom-cheeks, then gently massaged the swollen area for a few seconds before delivering four more slaps. Burnside began lengthening the breaks between slaps as she enjoyed caressing her student's suffering bottom. Cecilia continued to cry, but now she felt enormously relieved, especially after Burnside delivered her final swats and sat quietly as the young woman continued to cry over her lap.

For several minutes Burnside did nothing, simply waiting with a re-assuring hand resting on the student's back while she continued to cry. Cecilia could take the time she needed to cry it out. When she had recovered enough to stand up, things would be right between the student and her professor. The anger and guilt from the day would stay here in this office. Tomorrow would be a new day, a new beginning, and a new opportunity for Cecilia to move ahead with her life.

Cecilia's crying subsided about 10 minutes after Burnside finished spanking her. Burnside motioned her to get up.

"Come-on, we're done. I want you to get back to Huntington Hall at a decent hour so you can get ready for tomorrow."