Fast Times At Eden S&M Ch. 01

"WHA!! OH--"

He looked up to find the face of his Gender Studies professor just a few feet from his own. She looked absolutely furious as she leaned down, giving him stink eye he'd not soon forget.

"Am I boring you Mr. Marshall? Or perhaps you simply don't care about women's rights?"

Trevor's hand found his chest as his heart continued pounding away. He looked around, finding all gazes suddenly on him. Most of them belonged to female classmates, naturally.

"Sorry Professor Armstrong. I must have dozed off."

"Such keen insight! Perhaps I'll call you Captain Obvious from now on."

Laughter rippled through the class and Trevor grimaced. He knew Professor Armstrong was going to be a tough one from the first time he laid eyes on her. She was a massive woman; at least as tall as Trevor without her heels. In her high heeled boots, she towered over him.

That wasn't where her intimidation ended. She was well built with strong arms and truly massive thighs that were barely contained by her black leather skirt. Her silky scarlet top did little to hide her broad shoulders or the giant jugs jutting from her chest. Trevor wouldn't even take a guess at her cup size. He wasn't sure how high the letters went for bra sizes.

Her long, dark hair hung around her head in a wave and slipped down her back. Her glasses lent her an air of sophistication that matched her rapier wit. She had deep blue eyes that could pierce a man's soul and lips as plump and full as any fashion model's. Yet her feminine traits were matched by a borderline masculine jaw and hands much bigger than the average woman's.

Trevor's mind raced. If he wanted to recover and not look like a total fool in front of the class, he had to give as good as he was getting. His surprised expression melted into one of calm acceptance. He would roll with the punches and not let her provocations get the best of him.

He entered a mock salute, raising his fingers to the brim of an invisible cap.

"Captain Obvious, reporting for duty, Ma'am!"

Another wave of laughs cascaded through the classroom. The professor looked unimpressed.

"Now that you're awake, you can answer my question. What are three examples of male privilege?"

"Male privilege... Ummm..." He hadn't done the reading, of course. If he couldn't give a good answer, the second best course of action was to give a funny one. At least he might save some face in the eyes of his fellow students, if not Ms. Armstrong.

"Let's see... We, don't bleed every month unless we do something stupid. We can pee standing up. And the greatest privilege of all, the well known fact that Dudes Rock!"

He doubted Professor Armstrong was aware of that particular internet meme, but it didn't matter. It was mainly for the benefit of his age group. Unfortunately, it only yielded some light snickers and mild laughs. Ms. Armstrong looked from side to side, immediately silencing the few other males in the room with her stony gaze. The women all stared at Trevor, as unamused as their teacher.

"If that was your attempt at comedy, I wouldn't quit school to be a comedian just yet. Technically, two of those answers are correct, but from your tone and flippancy, I don't feel you're taking my class seriously. I wonder what Sarah would think if I told her how little regard you have for the field so crucial to women's liberation?"

Trevor was completely caught off guard by that one. "Wait! What?!?"

"Oh, yes. I've seen you and your girlfriend together. It's hard not to when you insist on such public displays of affection. Sarah takes this course as well. Should I tell her what a total ass you've been, or are you going to behave?"

Trevor bit his tongue. It was time to take the L. "No, Ms. Armstrong. I mean, yes, I'll behave. My apologies."

She tapped the ruler in her hand and gave him a last, disdainful look. "Come to my office after your last class, today. We're going to have a little one on one."

The women in the room giggled and a few oooohs went up as Professor Armstrong strode back to the front of the room. Trevor maintained his composure, but seethed internally as the big woman launched back into her lecture. He was in a university classroom, but it suddenly felt like he was back in junior high. What a disaster.

* * * * *

A little over an hour later, Trevor found himself walking the halls of the Administration building. He'd gone back to the main Social Sciences building first, but was surprised to learn that Professor Armstrong's office wasn't there. Apparently, she ranked higher in the campus hierarchy than Trevor would've imagined.

It was an old building, but its immaculate condition suggested it had been renovated in recent years. The outside was all brick, cement and elegant arched windows, making the building look more like a cathedral than a typical administrative office. The inside consisted of lacquered wood, marble flooring and shiny, obsidian highlights along the walls and stairs. Eden S&M may have been a relatively small school, but they obviously weren't lacking for funding.

After climbing two flights of stairs, Trevor closed in on room 306. The lavish name plate read Professor Angelica Armstrong, Senior Humanities Officer & Director of Gender Studies. Trevor reached up to knock. Before he could even rap his knuckles, the heavy door swung open. There stood the fearsome woman who'd utterly embarrassed him in front of the class.

It was somewhat disconcerting for Trevor to bump into people who could look down on him. Doubly so when the person enjoying the height advantage was a woman. For tall young men like him, it was something that happened rarely. In moments like these, he got a taste of what shorter people experienced all the time. The infrequency of such events made the contrast even more jarring.

Her daunting aspect wasn't limited to the few extra inches her boots gave her. Her solid, well toned arms and the tree trunk thighs bulging through her leather skirt were evidence of someone who spent considerable time at the gym. To say she was imposing would be an understatement, and that was before you took her considerable intellect into account.

"Come in, Trevor" she said with a wave. "And hand over your phone. No devices allowed while we're in conference."

He sighed, but ultimately pulled the phone from his pocket and handed it over. Angelica made sure it was powered down before placing it in a table drawer by the entrance.

"Make yourself comfortable. You're going to be here a while."

Trevor strode in and made a quick study of her sizable office. There were many bookshelves, tables, a massive desk and a decent amount of leather furniture. It was much bigger and more lush than he'd expected for the head of Gender Studies. Not the cramped corner office he'd envisioned by a long shot.

"I didn't think detention was still a thing in college" he noted dryly.

Angelica closed the door before turning and walking past him. "Who said anything about detention? You can think of this as a disciplinary hearing. Or maybe just a professor and student getting to know each other better, if you can stop being a smartass for five minutes."

Trevor swallowed. Even if the whole thing was silly, there was no point in antagonizing her further. "Sorry, professor."

Ms. Armstrong turned and put her hands on her hips. "Are you though? Really?"

"I shouldn't be napping in class. I didn't mean to. I just had a long night..."

"Lengthy, late night study sessions with Ms. Dubois, I take it?"

Trevor rubbed the back of his head and blushed. His eyes darted away from the professor's stern gaze. "Something like that."

"Yes, I can just imagine what you've been studying."

"It won't happen again."

"I don't believe that for a second" Angelica said with a growing smile. "I know your type too well. You think you're the alpha male on campus, even though you act like the class clown. Someone didn't get enough discipline from Mommy. Or maybe it was a lack of affection? Probably both."

"Obviously, you've never met my stepmom. She's not exactly the lovey dovey type, but she never hesitated to call out my shit. You two would get along."

"Stacy and I know each other well. Our friendship is why you're here."

Trevor's eyes widened to their fullest. "Oh, so you're the one..."

"That's right" she cut him off. "And that's how I know your biological mother has been out of the picture for a long time. It seems Stacy didn't have the time to train you properly. There's only so much bad parenting one can correct in a few years."

"Hey! Don't talk about my parents like th--"

"You have two choices, Mr. Marshall!" she interrupted. "Either I can assign you a ton of extra work and make your academic life hell, or..."

Trevor grimaced. "Or?"

"Or we can settle this the old way!" Angelica said, pointing to the wall behind her desk.

He traced her index finger to a spot on the right side of the wall. Beside her various diplomas, awards and other framed accolades hung a massive, thick wooden paddle. The varnished hardwood had many small scratches, dents and signs of wear, yet the instrument of pain still looked plenty formidable.

"What? Are you serious?!?"

Angelica strode to the back and lifted the heavy paddle by its thick, braided leather cord. She hefted it in her arms and let its weight slap down into her hand, demonstrating how heavy the thing truly was.

"This paddle has been here since the school was founded over a hundred years ago. Eden has a long and rich tradition of corporal punishment."

"Funny, I don't recall seeing that in the brochure."

Ms. Armstrong chuckled. "Ten spankings, Mr. Marshall. That's all I require. Surely a big, strong man like you can handle that?"

Trevor allowed himself a weak smile. She was playing on his machismo, but that wasn't the reason he would say yes. Sure, Professor Armstrong was a strong woman and she would no doubt make the most of those ten wacks, but that still beat having to write an extra paper on some boring ass topic. Trevor would take that deal seven days a week and twice on Sunday.

"Alright, professor" he said, lifting his hands. "Do your worst."

Angelica's excited, throaty chuckle was audible despite her closed lips. "The couch behind you. Bend over the side" she instructed.

Trevor turned and found the one she was referring to. He nodded meekly before making his way to it and preparing to lean forward.

"Pants stay on, right?"

"This time" she quipped as Angelica stalked to his position.

Her heels sunk into the soft carpeting as the big woman closed the distance and stroked her thick wooden weapon. Her tight red top strained under strong arms and massive breasts. Her black leather boots and skirt gleamed in the afternoon sunlight beaming from the windows. Trevor was glad they were on the third floor so there was no possibility of someone walking buy and getting a glimpse of his shameful paddling.

He leaned over the side of the leather sofa and assumed the position. His arms and head were plastered into the thick leather cushioning. Within seconds, Angelica's mighty legs were kicking his own further apart. She placed her left hand on the small of Trevor's back and pushed him down firmly.

"Stay still and count out the blows as I deliver them."

"Yes, Ma'am."

Trevor felt the broad side of the massive paddle glide against his backside. She rubbed it in circles over the bottom of his jeans, teasing him a bit before unleashing her fury. Trevor sighed into the leathery cushions. It almost felt pleasant. Like a massage...

*WHHHHAAAAPPP*

"UHHHNNNN!!!"

The thick paddle blistered his ass with crushing force. The flesh of his bottom rippled and his eyes flew open. Holy fuck she was strong! Trevor instantly reconsidered how much he wanted to avoid some extra classwork.

"I didn't hear a number."

"One! One..." Trevor corrected himself. His voice couldn't help but betray surprise at the woman's sheer ferocity.

*WHHHAAAPPP*

This time he bit his tongue, but a faint grunt still escaped his closed lips. He could feel the heat building in his bludgeoned cheeks. He might as well not been wearing pants at all. They offered scant little protection from her tool of terror.

"Two!"

*WHHHHAAAPPPP*

"Three!"

*WHHHHAAAAAPPPPPP*

His voice almost cracked as he responded to the fourth blast. "Four!"

*WHHHAAAPP WHHHAAAPP WHHHAAAPP*

The blows continued and he shouted out each one. His voice grew more strained after every blow. His bottom burned and his eyes turned watery. Trevor gritted his teeth and endured, determined not to give her the satisfaction of a wimpy yelp or a cry for mercy.

*WHHHAAAPP WHHHAAAPP WHHHAAAPP*

"TEN!!!"

Trevor's face was red by the time she finished. He breathed deeply into the leather cushioning, content to rest after enduring the trial. It's not like he could get up anyway, with the big woman still leaning on his back. The pain in his ass lingered, boiling and sweltering in his now tenderized flesh. What surprised Trevor was what followed... a not altogether unpleasant feeling. A kind of giddy, low level euphoria he'd never experienced before took hold in his body.

"You handled that surprisingly well" she purred while rubbing the paddle against his bottom gently. "The question is, are you man enough to admit you enjoyed it?"

Trevor's eyes flew open and his teeth gritted anew. As he suspected, this wasn't just some old school tradition. She was getting off on this. He wiped his eyes with the sleeve of his shirt before planting his hands in the sofa and pushing himself up.

"Let go of me!" he snarled while fighting to right himself.

Angelica sighed and lifted her hand from his back.

When Trevor straightened himself, anger flared in his big, brown eyes. He ignored the pain in his bottom and the strange giddy feeling flowing through his nervous system. He stared up at his professor and cold determination entered his voice.

"I think I'd like to talk to the Dean."

Angelica snickered. She tossed the paddle aside casually. It landed on the armchair beside her with a light thwack of wood on leather.

"The Dean? What a wonderful idea! Yes, let's go have a chat with him right now!"

Trevor's brow furrowed. That was not the response he'd anticipated.

* * * * *

They reached the end of the opulent hall and walked into a wide, well-lit reception area. It was here that Trevor got his next surprise. There was a middle aged woman sitting behind the desk dressed in black latex from neck to toe. Her buxom curves shined in the overhead lighting, revealing a woman who'd kept herself in good shape relative to her mature status.

Her short gray hair fell on either side of her face, the rest of it pulled back into a neatly tied bun. Her thin, oval shaped glasses framed dark brown eyes. Her lips were a lovely shade of peach, requiring no embellishment. She might have been the most beautiful older woman Trevor had ever laid eyes on.

She looked up with a Cheshire grin as Angelica and Trevor approached the desk. One glance from the administrative assistant in gleaming fetishwear told him he was about to be witness to another spectacle. He was regretting his decision to escalate this already.

"Hello, Madeline."

"Angelica! I mean, Professor Armstrong! What can I do for you this afternoon?"

"This young man would like to--"

"Actually, I've changed my mind. Thanks anyway, but..."

"No, no!" Angelica insisted. "Trevor wants to speak to the Dean and I think he should have that opportunity. In fact, I think we should give him a full demonstration of how things work around here! Do you think we could arrange that, Ms. Shepherd?"

"Oh, certainly! Our Dean is never too busy to meet with his Director of Gender Studies. Or a member of the student body. Follow me!"

The woman rose and her latex suit noisily un-meshed from the tall leather chair. She opened a desk drawer and extracted a leather crop before walking off. Trevor couldn't help but stare at her as she led the way. It wasn't just her sudden brandishing of a sex toy. Madeline had a giant dumper and the shiny, stretchy suit clinging to her flesh only made it stand out that much more. Her curvy ass might as well have been a black hole sucking Trevor's attention to it irresistibly.

Her rubberized body creaked as they made their way to the ornately carved wooden door. To Trevor's surprise, Ms. Shepherd didn't even knock. She just opened the door and walked through, leading them into the most lavish room yet. Madeline closed and locked the door before continuing in and leading the trio further.

It was a library as much as an office, with bookshelves that went all the way up to the ceiling. The shelves had their own mobile ladder system on a rail for reaching the higher shelves. There were numerous tall, potted plants and antique works of art as far as the eye could see. This was in addition to the same grade of fancy furniture that Ms. Armstrong enjoyed in her office. All together, it was a level of luxury Trevor had only seen in movies before.

Mr. Jonah Simmons was seated behind the big mahogany desk. His feet were propped up on it as he leaned back in his chair and talked with someone over the phone. Trevor had only seen the bald, medium build Dean once before, when he gave the commencement speech at orientation. He was clad in suit and tie now just like he was then.

Jonah had the mildly dark skin of a Pacific Islander and a cheerful disposition. He bore a mustache that connected down into a silky salt and pepper goatee, but the rest of his face and head were shaved. His voice echoed through the room as they closed in on his position. Angelica and Madeline's boot heels clicked against the laminate flooring as they approached. Jonah looked up as the party drew closer and his expression quickly turned from jovial to serious.

"Hang up the phone" Madeline ordered casually as they came to a stop at his desk.

"Hey Gerald, I have to run. Something came up here. I'll be in touch, alright? Thanks."

He ended the call and set his phone aside. Before Jonah could ask what was going on, Madeline issued her next decree.

"On the floor, bitch! On your back!" she yelled, pointing her crop to the center of the room.

The Dean half-smiled, half-winced as he rose, but quickly complied with her demands. It had to be awkward, doing this in front of a brand new student, but by now Trevor had to assume this was par for the course. The speed with which he removed his suit jacket, set it on the back of his chair and trotted to the center of the office did not indicate this was a new experience. Jonah laid down, straight as a board, in the middle of the room as Ms. Shepherd stalked around him. He clasped his hands over his stomach as he awaited further instructions.

"Hands at your sides!" She barked, flailing her crop at him.

*SNAP*

The flashy leather tip swatted into his hands before he quickly pulled them away and locked himself in a rigid toy soldier position.

Trevor and Ms. Armstrong watched from ten feet away as Madeline smiled and prepared her next act. She lifted the crop to her mouth and held it in her teeth. The mature Domina then reached back with both hands and found the zipper at the bottom of her suit. She pulled it down and acres of her creamy, sweat-glossed ass were unveiled for her captive audience.