"You like being a good girl. Don’t you?” Professor Lance said unclipping Janet's bra and letting it fall to the floor with the rest of her clothes. All she was wearing now were her high-heeled shoes.
“Yes, Sir,” she said.
“Lean over the desk so I can spank you some more.”
She didn’t hesitate. Totally nude she leaned on the desk with her bum sticking up in the air like a lollipop, her feet slightly apart. She shook her hair seductively and looked long and hard at professor Lance's very obvious, very huge bulge in his trousers.
Professor Lance stood and out of his drawers he produced a switch.
It looked like it was made of bamboo. Gently he started to whip her.
Was she still being punished? Hadn't she been punished enough? She asked herself. She would not dare ask him out loud.
