The Freshman Ch. 15

When she passed the 15th stroke, Burnside started again on her victim's upper thighs and slowly worked her way up his already marked bottom. It was at the 22nd stroke, when she crossed a welt from a previous stroke, that Burnside a sharp agonized groan out of Mark. She struck again and he cried out.

When her victim cried out, Burnside's eyes lit up with joy and fierce sexual desire. She tightened her lips and continued striking the already marked up area on Mark's backside. By the 35th stroke he was screaming at each blow and sobbing in between. Ugly ridges and blood blisters were forming where the welts crossed each other.

Burnside stopped, and again nodded to her partner.

"You can see our unfortunate victim now is broken. Very rare is the criminal who can withstand a full 50 strokes without crying. And yet, the level of cruelty can only get worse, because we still have 15 strokes of the sentence to carry out, and my friends, they will indeed be carried out. Shall the bottom be punished more, or must we move to another part of the body, the shoulders, perhaps? The police officer must not break the skin, but at the same time the police officer must not lighten the final strokes. So, how to resolve this dilemma? Let us watch the final strokes and see how our police officer settles the issue."

Cecilia winced as even more cruel strokes landed on the victim's injured backside. There were ugly blood blisters that looked about to break, but Burnside, just like a Danubian cop, was careful not to draw blood. She delivered the final seven strokes on Mark's shoulders, as he screamed with each stroke.

When Burnside finished and lay down the switch, Mark's body was heaving with sobs and his legs were shaking. The audience was stunned by the severity of the beating, but at the same time fascinated and impressed. A real punishment and real pain, and they had been witnesses to something real, a genuine punishment inflicted by Ruth Burnside. Halsey continued:

"Our victim is in so much pain that he is barely aware of what is going on around him. And yet there are duties he still must perform before he is released. He must thank the officer for punishing him, and he must present himself before the judge. My friends, you will be the judge, and you will receive the honor of the presentation of our culprit's punishment."

Burnside unhooked the cuffs from their chains and released Mark. With all of his effort he struggled to get off the punishment horse and kneel in front of Burnside. He was crying, but managed to get out:

"Thank you, my officer, f...for correcting...my evil behavior."

With that Burnside and Halsey each grabbed an arm and forced Mark to stand up, as the cameras flashed wildly. First his agonized, teary face was on display, and finally, his horribly marked backside. Once the crowd's desire to document the graduate student's punishment was satisfied, the two professors walked Mark over to a sturdy table and forced him to lie on it face down. Halsey spoke one last time to the spectators:

"You can see for yourselves that our culprit has been properly and severely punished. Following the Danubian custom, he now will lie face down until he has recovered from his injuries and trauma. You are free to examine him at your leisure, to verify for yourselves what it means to be a criminal in Upper Danubia. Please, a hand for our lovely police officer..."

There was a loud applause for Burnside, as she took off her police hat and bowed. Cecilia swallowed, extremely grateful that it had not occurred to Burnside to punish her with a full 50 strokes.

The professor sought out her student as the guests began standing up.

"OK, Cecilia, we're about to wrap up. I'm going to let the word out that everyone can have one last round of drinks, but only Coke, water, or juice. No more alcoholic stuff. Don't want any crashes on the way home for anyone, so we're done with the booze. Besides, I think our bartender is finished for the evening."

"Dr. Burnside, may I ask something?"

"What is it?"

"Why'd you do that to him? What'd he do to deserve that?"

"He didn't do anything. But we have an agreement. If I want to punish him, I punish him. I don't need a reason."

"But why..."

"The rush, Cecilia. He does it for the rush. Just like people ride roller coasters. You could say...I'm his roller coaster in life. Now, you get that drink tray in your hands so we can finish up."

"Yes, Dr. Burnside."

There was a final frantic half hour as Cecilia tried to keep up with serving drinks to nearly 200 guests, but then, much to her relief, Burnside told her to start carrying coats out to the guests as they were leaving. The party was over; the only thing left was to help clean up.

Burnside changed out of her fetish costume and back into sweats. She ordered Cecilia to take off the bondage cuffs from her wrists and ankles and she unlocked the metal collar from the younger woman's neck. There still was a horrible mess to clean up and only three people: Burnside, Halsey, and the sophomore to do it. Burnside said nothing to Cecilia about getting dressed, and the student was afraid to ask, so she remained naked during the clean-up.

Burnside covered Mark with a sheet, but otherwise left him alone. It would take him several hours to recover from his horrendous whipping and she was more interested that he return to class the following day than he help with the clean-up that evening, or, morning as it now was.

The Dominican was surprised at how quickly the clean-up actually went. Burnside, used to tackling the horrendous mess after a large party, organized her boyfriend, her student, and herself into an assembly line to clean dishes. Once the dishes in the kitchen were clean and put away, there was a general clean-up of the living room, a gathering of all trash and extra dishes, and another round of dish cleaning in the kitchen. Next came the black sheets hanging on the walls. Cecilia had put them up, now she had to take them down. Burnside returned to clean up the kitchen while Cecilia and Halsey, still dressed in his biker outfit and his bare bottom on display, moved the furniture back into the living room.

Burnside returned to the living room and addressed her student.

"Cecilia, I have a question for you. Do you have any way of getting back to campus?"

Cecilia thought for a second, and realized she didn't. It was about 4:30 and certainly no buses were running at that hour. She shook her head.

"Alright, then I'll just have you stay here, in the guest room. Dr. Halsey can drive us all in tomorrow."

"Uh...thank you, Dr. Burnside."

Cecilia was not thrilled about not being able to return to her own room that morning, but, as soon as she saw the bed in the guest bedroom, fatigue swept over her and she collapsed under the bedspread. Three hours later Burnside woke her up for the ride to the university in Halsey's car.

Upon being dropped off at the dorm, she went to her room to take a shower and put on fresh clothing. Her bottom was still quite swollen from her punishment and she decided to wear a light skirt with nothing underneath. Throughout the morning she couldn't take her mind off the sensations of her bruised backside, combined with the feeling of the cool fall air blowing against her cleanly shaved crotch. She remembered the saying "we are naked under our clothes". That day the expression certainly applied to her, and she thoroughly enjoyed the new sensation.

At 11:00 in the morning she took up her sketch pad and drew yet another picture of her naked boyfriend in the art class. She studied his bottom, which still was marked with faint remains of the bruises from the Saturday punishment. Her thoughts wandered to Burnside's collection of punishment implements, pondering what she might want to use on Jason the next time she disciplined him.

Cecilia quickly had to change the course of her thoughts once she made the trek to Burnside's office. She was exhausted, having had only three hours of sleep that morning, and her bottom still was very sore and tender from the punishment she had received less than 24 hours before. She ran into Mark, who had washed the black dye out of his hair and looked more like his normal self. However, there was one detail that reminded the Cecilia of Mark's ordeal just a few hours before, he moved about very stiffly and cautiously, his welts throbbing against his clothes.

Cecilia desperately wanted to talk to him about his relationship with Burnside. She wondered if he had any other women in his life, or if he was fixated on a mistress whose heart belonged to someone else. She wondered what motivated him to casually accept submitting to such a savage beating, only to show up to work just a few hours later as though none of it had happened. Most of all, the Dominican, always mindful of details she could learn to better control her own boyfriend, was curious to know how he might have changed psychologically as a result of his subservience to the professor.

Burnside came into the office, looking none the worse for her exertions and lack of sleep the night before. She made no mention whatsoever of the previous night's party. Her mind was focused on one thing, the lecture for that day. There was only one comment she made that indicated that anything at all unusual had happened to any of them:

"Cecilia, I need you to do Mark a favor. Please take his box for him. I'm a bit concerned about his welts and I don't want him exerting himself until Friday."

That comment was the only time Burnside ever mentioned anything about Mark's ordeal.

That night, Cecilia's life returned to normal. Jason, as usual, stood at attention in the nude while she stood next to his desk grilling him about what he had studied for the day. Cecilia winced at her welts, the pain from which still was very much present on her mind, but she also was extremely aroused. She wanted to have Jason relieve the burning desire building up between her legs, first through a nice round of oral sex, and then with a session of regular sex. Her problem was how to do that without him seeing her welts and knowing she had been punished. Finally she realized there was a very simple solution, to blindfold him so he couldn't see her, and tie his hands so he couldn't run them over her bottom.

She led him back to her room and ordered him to strip and hang up his clothes. She then ordered him to kneel and was pleased to see him quickly comply with no questions. She took out a scarf from her dresser, folded it, and placed it over his eyes, securing it in the back. She checked to make sure he could not peek out through the bottom, and then stripped off her own clothes.

She lay on her back, as he sensuously massaged her burning clitoris with his tongue and gently squeezed her labia between his lips. She ordered him to "take his time and make it last", so he was in no hurry to make her climax. Finally she did climax, the ongoing throbbing of her sore backside mixing with the extreme pleasure radiating from between her legs to give her a completely new dimension to her physical sensations.

Once he finished on satisfying her with his lips and tongue, she tied his hands together and secured them to her headboard. She spent a very long time teasing his body until she had him worked up into a desperate orgasm. Finally she put a condom on him and mounted him, riding him hard as visions of the bittersweet sensations from the party the night before flowed through her mind.