The Freshman
Copyright 2005 by EC

Chapter 15 - Halloween night at Burnside's house

Jason's punishment solved one dilemma in Cecilia's life, what to 
do about concealing her own impending punishment from Ruth 
Burnside the final day of October. Halloween that year was on a 
Tuesday night, only three days after the ill-fated trip to the 
tattoo studio. She simply could put him on restriction and keep 
him confined to his room in the evenings as part of his 
punishment over the tattoo incident. That would prevent him from 
seeing her body until the welts had healed and keep him from 
knowing that she had been punished at all.

Cecilia never thought about telling Jason that she had to suffer 
roughly the same discipline that she had inflicted on him over 
the weekend. She felt that having to admit to being punished was 
to display weakness, and thus reduce her authority in her 
boyfriend's life. She did not want him to see her as an equal, 
but as his infallible mistress. He saw her as nearly perfect, 
incapable of making mistakes, and in a way invincible. The 
upcoming punishment at the hands of Ruth Burnside clearly 
demonstrated that she was not invincible at all, but she felt no 
need to share her weaknesses with her lover.

Cecilia was duty RA that Sunday night, so there was no massage 
and no lovemaking the day after Jason's punishment. She 
restricted him to his room and announced that he would remain on 
restriction throughout the entire week. The restriction also 
applied to Ken. Although she had not punished him, she made it 
clear that he was not to leave his room in the evenings, and that 
to disobey her would lead to very serious consequences. Ken, 
remembering the photos the RA still possessed of the night he and 
Jason went streaking, was in no position to challenge her.

The following Monday morning Jason had to pose for two art 
classes. He was back on the morning schedule, which meant that he 
was the model for the sessions during which both Cecilia and Ken 
were drawing. The two classes had a surprise when they saw their 
model with his bottom still badly marked up from Saturday's 
punishment. Jason felt totally humiliated, having to share his 
that detail of his life with his professor and 60 art students. 
The instructor was fascinated by the sight of her model's welts 
and decided to change his pose to force him to place his bottom 
on prominent display for the benefit of the students. She lowered 
a rope from the ceiling and told him to grab onto it and face 
away from the class with his legs spread and his back arched. 
Once she had him properly positioned, she resisted the temptation 
to pat his bruised backside. As for the students, most of them 
were fascinated at the contrast between the purplish welts on 
their model's bottom and the unmarked skin of the rest of his 
body. The students crowded around the model's platform to render 
Jason's welts to paper, Cecilia and Ken among them.

Following the art class was Cecilia's daily trek to Ruth 
Burnside's office. As usual, she helped the professor take 
lecture materials over to her class and helped set up. As usual, 
during the lecture she stood at the back of the room with the TA 
to make sure the doors stayed shut and the students stayed quiet. 
As usual, she looked at Jason and his friends, who glanced back 
at her with uneasy expressions. 

When they returned to the professor's office, the two women went 
over Cecilia's progress with her research about the economic 
dispute between the Danubian Prime Minister and the European 
Community. Cecilia had learned that, upon entering the Danubian 
Parliament, Vladim Dukov discovered that deputies of both the 
previous government and the opposition party had negotiated 
several secret deals with other governments and multi-national 
companies. The deals had not been mentioned during the campaign 
that brought him to power, but came as an unpleasant surprise and 
were Dukov's first crisis as the Danubian leader. One of those 
deals was to build a major trucking route that would pass through 
the eastern provinces and exit through a pass along the 
mountainous northern border. The EU considered the proposed route 
as an important north-south trade link between its member 
nations. An extensive logging project in eastern Upper Danubia 
would provide the money to build the highway.

Upon finding out about the plan Dukov flatly canceled the 
project. He responded to its foreign backers: "You need this 
highway, we don't. I'm not spending the Duchy's money and forest 
reserves on something we don't need." Other European leaders 
warned Dukov not to cancel the road building project or Upper 
Danubia's membership in the EU would be jeopardized. Dukov 
responded by formally withdrawing Upper Danubia's request to join 
the EU.

Upper Danubia's neighbors needed the road more than Upper Danubia 
needed the EU. When it became apparent that Dukov's withdrawal 
was serious and not just a bargaining tactic, neighboring 
governments began offering concessions to bring Dukov back to the 
negotiating table. He still was not convinced his country needed 
or would benefit from a large road, but over time was willing to 
listen to proposals. Cecilia's research predicted that the 
project eventually would be approved, but under conditions much 
more favorable to Upper Danubia. 

Burnside was very pleased with her student's progress. She 
commented as she handed the papers back to her student: "This is 
what I wanted from you. Now you have a grasp on an important 
issue facing Prime Minister Dukov, and you'll be able to talk to 
him about something more intelligent than how much you like 
Danubian music."

Even as they casually discussed Danubian politics and economic 
policy, the student's mind wandered to what was happening the 
following evening. She wanted answers and was trying to figure 
out how to ask her professor exactly what to expect the following 
afternoon. Finally she took a deep breath and blurted out:

"Dr. Burnside, I...was curious...you know...about tomorrow."

"What about tomorrow?"

"I...I mean...what's gonna happen...like...what do I gotta do?"

"Cecilia, what's 'gonna happen' is that you 'gotta be' at my 
house at 3:00 p.m. sharp, and be prepared to stay until about 
4:00 the next morning. What you 'gotta do' is exactly what I tell 
you to do. That'll be it."

The student swallowed hard and asked another question.

"...and you're...still...gonna punish me?"

Burnside's fierce eyes bore into her student. "Can you think of 
any reason I shouldn't? Can you think of anything that's happened 
between last month and now that changes the fact you chose to dig 
around in restricted test files and because of that I have a 
reprimand sitting in my personnel folder?"

"No, I 'spose not, Dr. Burnside."

In spite of her uncomfortable situation, Cecilia left the office 
no longer afraid of what was going to happen to her the following 
night. However painful Burnside's punishment might be, she was 
confident she could withstand it. Instead, she felt somewhat 
relieved that an issue clouding her relationship with her mentor 
was about to be resolved. She would take her punishment, submit 
to Burnside's commands for an evening, nurse her injuries for a 
few hours, and then return to her normal life. Undoubtedly 
Wednesday morning her backside still would be covered with 
painful welts, but she would deal with the pain, attend her 
classes, continue to discipline Jason, and move ahead with her 
research and her studies.

She reflected that in some ways Ruth Burnside's role in her life 
was similar to her own role in Jason's life. In the same way that 
she wanted to mold Jason's character through discipline, Cecilia 
Sanchez rightly assumed that Dr. Burnside wanted to mold her into 
a very different person from the one who stepped off the incoming 
bus from New Jersey the previous summer. She didn't mind the 
changes Burnside was attempting to impose on her, because she 
hated who she had been and the life she had led prior to 
attending college. If it took the will of another person such as 
her professor to help her break free from her past...so be it.

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The following day Cecilia flatly told Jason that he was not to 
leave his room, even though it was Halloween night and the 
university was teeming with parties. When she saw the 
disappointed look in Jason's face she coldly reminded him:

"You're on restriction, and just 'cause it's Halloween doesn't 
make any difference to me. You should've thought about that 
before the tattoo studio."

"But...what are you gonna do for Halloween if I can't go out with 
you?"

"Me? What do you think? You think I'm gonna be partying? Yeah 
right. I gotta do some work for Dr. Burnside."

"She's gonna make you work Halloween night?"

"Yeah...work. So don't feel so sorry for yourself. I won't be 
havin' any fun either."

With that she kissed her boyfriend goodbye and left to catch a 
bus to Burnside's house. She had told Jason part of the truth 
about her evening, but in telling him part of the truth she 
completely deceived him about what she actually was going to be 
doing. Jason pictured his girlfriend spending a long night 
pouring over stacks of papers in her professor's office. He never 
could have imagined that instead she would spend the night 
serving drinks in a crowded living room, in the nude with a 
collar around her neck, and displaying a row of welts on her 
exposed bottom.

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A half an hour later Cecilia sadly got off a city bus and 
followed Burnside's instructions to walk the final several blocks 
to her house. The professor lived in a nice neighborhood of 
1960's ranch-style houses. Cecilia sighed at seeing the quiet, 
spread-out area as she wondered if she ever could afford a house 
of her own. After several minutes of walking along tree-lined 
streets she finally came up on a house whose number corresponded 
with the address on the slip of paper in her hand. Her heart 
pounding, she rang the doorbell.

Burnside answered the door, dressed in a gray sweatsuit. The 
professor's outfit came as a total shock to her student, given 
that she never had seen Burnside wearing anything other than her 
formal teaching outfits. The living room was a bit of a surprise 
as well. It was huge, much larger than what was normal in an 
average sized track home. It seemed sparsely furnished, but there 
were boxes of party supplies already on the floor and a stack of 
black sheets sitting near one of the walls. Cecilia stepped 
inside and sadly looked at the professor, waiting for her first 
order.

"OK, you're here at 3:00 just like I told you. Good." The 
professor then handed her student a paper grocery bag. "I want 
all your clothes off. Put your stuff in the bag and take it to 
the back room."

Cecilia went to the back room and slowly stripped. She felt very 
uneasy about parting with her clothing, even though Burnside 
already had seen her body the month before when she spanked her 
after the ethics committee hearing. She sensed that Burnside was 
bi-sexual, remembering the older woman's fingertips brushing 
against her most private areas immediately before the spanking 
began. She wondered if Burnside would touch her again, fervently 
hoping she wouldn't. She returned to the living room and faced 
the professor, her hands at her sides and her heart pounding.

Burnside's next order was to tell the student to go into the 
guest bathroom, get cleaned up, and completely shave off her 
pubic hair. Cecilia's pubic hair already was partly shaven, 
because she wore thong underwear and had to shave along the sides 
to keep her panty-line clear. However, what remained had to come 
off as well. Burnside insisted that anyone serving at her parties 
had to be completely shaved, to be as exposed as possible. 
Cecilia ran bath water and shaved off the small amount of black 
hair remaining on her pelvis. Upon getting out and drying off she 
looked at herself in the mirror. She felt a faint thrill of 
erotic excitement, somewhat surprised by how much she liked the 
way her vagina looked stripped of any hair. With no pubic hair 
she looked younger and much more vulnerable.

Again the student returned to the living room, where the 
professor was waiting. For the next hour the two women moved 
furniture into the guest bedroom, leaving only the chairs and a 
couple of large tables. Cecilia worked hard enough to forget that 
she was completely nude, even as her bare body contrasted with 
the gray sweatsuit of her professor. The next task was to hang 
sheets on small hooks around the large room. Burnside brought a 
step-ladder, told Cecilia to climb up, and handed her sheets as 
she reached up to attach them to a row of hooks near the ceiling. 
As she stood on the ladder with her body exposed and her hands 
reaching up over her head, Cecilia remembered that she had forced 
Jason to do the exact same thing the second night she caught him 
outside his dorm room with no clothes on. Burnside, meanwhile, 
admired the Dominican's attractive figure and dark skin. The 
girl's bottom jiggled slightly as she moved about, while the 
professor's gaze took in every detail with pure pleasure. Such a 
lovely dark bottom...such a perfect target for punishment...

The room's walls now were covered with black sheets, which 
totally changed its appearance and made it look much more 
sinister. There was a brief break while Burnside brought her dog 
into the house and shut him in the garage, and then the final set 
of commands, to unpack several boxes onto the tables.

Cecilia shuddered when she saw what the boxes contained. They 
were full of fetish implements: whips, leather paddles, wooden 
paddles, a couple of canes, leather handcuffs and collars, 
leather restraints, painful-looking metal clips, and a few items 
that she had no clue what they could be used for. The implements 
frightened Cecilia, but at the same time fascinated her. They 
represented a more extreme dimension of the relationship she 
already had with Jason, a progression of submission, punishment, 
pain, redemption, and finally a release through sexual pleasure. 
Cecilia knew that, as much as he feared being punished, Jason's 
best orgasms always followed a spanking or, better yet, a belt 
whipping. She looked at the collection of leather implements, 
wondering if she should try to take her relationship with her 
boyfriend to a higher level of more severe punishments, more 
severe pain, more complete submission, and perhaps better 
orgasms.

The final item to be brought into the living room was a heavy 
piece of furniture that looked something like a gymnastics horse. 
It had a sturdy base and padded leather cushion. Also, it had two 
sets of adjustable chains for mounting bondage cuffs. Following 
Burnside's orders, Cecilia took one end of the heavy item and 
helped the professor move it from a back bedroom to the middle of 
the living room. Cecilia's heart pounded, because she knew that 
momentarily she would be draped over the padded leather cushion, 
her hands and feet immobilized by the chains.

Burnside said nothing, but returned to her bedroom and came out 
with a truly scary-looking item, a long, thin, black leather 
switch.

"Put your hands out in front of you."

When Cecilia complied, Burnside laid the switch in her hands. 
There was a detail that truly frightened her as she held the 
punishment device in her hands. The switch was very thin and 
flexible, but also seemed very heavy. It was obvious that any 
stroke from the implement, even a light one, would hurt. 

"Take a good look at it. It's a Danubian police switch, what they 
use to punish criminals with in Upper Danubia. If I'm not 
mistaken, I think your singer Kimberly Lee got punished with one 
of these."

"Y...yes...Dr. Burnside...she did...three times..."

"Well, now it's your turn. I realize that you've put that spot of 
irresponsibility from last month behind you and that you are 
continuing to fulfill your potential as a smart student. But you 
will understand that every action that you take in life has its 
consequences. The consequence from looking into my test files 
will be the punishment I'm about to give you. Do you understand 
me?"

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

"You will also understand that once I'm done with you, I will 
consider the matter between us settled. I don't hold grudges 
against people willing to face up to their mistakes. I guarantee 
that any further fall-out from the incident last month will be my 
problem, not yours."

"Yes, Dr. Burnside."

With that Burnside took the switch from her student's hands. She 
laid it across the punishment bench before going over to one of 
the tables and picking up four leather cuffs. She wrapped the 
cuffs around the young woman's wrists and ankles, and then 
returned for a metal collar to place around Cecilia's neck. The 
message was very clear, until the collar came off; Cecilia had 
given up her freedom. For the evening she belonged to Ruth 
Burnside.

The professor tapped the switch against the leather cushion of 
the punishment horse. Saying nothing, Cecilia stepped up, draped 
her body over the top, and allowed her arms and legs to hang 
freely. Burnside knelt down and clipped the four cuffs to the 
chains. The student now was helpless with her arms and legs 
chained to the bench and her bottom spread and facing upwards. 
She tried to tighten the muscles in her buttocks, but realized 
she couldn't because she was so completely immobilized. For the 
first time in her life, Cecilia had surrendered control of her 
own body.

Burnside took her time. She stripped off her sweatshirt, leaving 
herself completely nude from the waist up. Her large breasts 
jiggled slightly as she slashed the switch through the air. This 
was a moment for her to truly enjoy, the comfortable feeling of 
the cool living room air on her upper body, the lovely sight of 
the attractive helpless bottom in front of her as it waited to be 
marked from the punishment, and the feeling of inflexible 
authority the implement gave her as she gripped it and felt the 
weight in her hand. She walked a full circle around the student, 
slashing the switch through the air as she contemplated the 
trembling body immobilized over the punishment horse. Cecilia was 
terrified, of all things, by the sight of her professor 
completely naked from the waist up. The professor's bare upper 
body somehow added to the severity of her appearance as she 
walked around slashing that terrifying strip of leather.

Burnside stopped and gently tapped the switch to the base of 
Cecilia's bottom. She positioned herself, tapped her target 
again, and struck hard. She struck expertly, laying an even, 
parallel line across the lower part of both sides, just above the 
crease that separated Cecilia's bottom from her upper thighs. The 
pain from the first blow mounted as the student struggled to 
catch her breath and fight back the tears. She desperately wanted 
not to cry, even though the pain from the switch went way beyond 
anything she could have imagined.

Burnside waited, enjoying the sight of the student as she 
struggled with the agony from the first stroke. That was the 
first stroke out of what was to be a lengthy punishment. 
Ultimately she planned to give Cecilia a total of 15 strokes, but 
they would be laid on with force and spaced well apart to make 
sure she felt each blow fully and separately. She also wanted to 
force the student to cry, if at all possible, to break her and 
demonstrate who truly was in control. From her silence it was 
obvious that Cecilia was going to try to resist.

Burnside tapped the spot immediately above the first welt, left 
the switch in position long enough to let her victim know where 
the next stroke would land, drew back, and struck hard. The 
professor's switch landed exactly where she planned, just 
slightly above where the first stroke had landed. Cecilia again 
drew a deep breath and tightened her lips, desperately trying to 
stay quiet.

Very slowly and methodically Burnside struck a third, a fourth, a 
fifth, and a sixth time. The routine always was the same; she 
gently tapped the spot she planned to mark, left the switch 
touching the student's skin long enough to let her know where the 
stroke would land, and then struck hard. Each new welt was laid 
immediately above the preceding one, creating an ever-widening 
band of solid pain across the young woman's bare backside.

Burnside was determined to punish Cecilia as severely as 
possible, but also concerned about not breaking her skin. She 
calculated where each stroke would land and was very careful not 
to cross the welts. At the same time she proceeded at a very 
leisurely pace, fully enjoying the growing set of painful marks 
on her student's dark skin. Her plan was to finish up at the top 
of her victim's bottom, then return to the base and lay the final 
strokes immediately below the first weal.

Cecilia gasped and grunted each time Burnside struck her. She 
clenched her teeth and struggle unsuccessfully to keep the tears 
from flowing down her cheeks. Her entire being was focused on a 
single thing, the terrible throbbing and stinging that was 
tearing into her and increasing each time a stroke landed. But 
she would not cry. She wasn't Jason and she would not cry...

Burnside's eye shined with pleasure, as they always did whenever 
she punished a student, male or female. This also was the first 
chance she had to try out the Danubian switch with which Halsey 
had beaten her and then presented as a gift. The welts it left 
were impressive and obviously quite painful. Burnside knew that 
Cecilia had a very strong character, and if this switch could 
break her, it could break anyone.

Fifteen minutes had passed when the professor laid the twelfth 
welt across the upper part of her victim's bottom. She had three 
strokes to go, one across the tender area where the young woman's 
bottom met her thighs, and then two final strokes across the tops 
of her thighs. Cecilia grunted and gasped each time the switch 
made contact and her face was wet with tears and sweat, but she 
had managed not to cry. She was breathing heavily and her legs 
were shaking, but, with every bit of her strength, she was not 
doing the one thing Burnside wanted, and that was to cry.

Burnside showed no mercy as she laid the final three welts across 
the upper part of the student's thighs. The girl continued to 
gasp and shake, but it seemed that Burnside never managed to get 
any closer to actually breaking her. For that she grudgingly 
admired the Dominican, who had resisted 15 of the most painful 
strokes she ever had delivered to a student.

Burnside stopped after the 15th stroke marked Cecilia's upper 
thighs with a pair of cruel reddish lines. Her entire backside 
continued to swell and darken, as the final welts changed color 
to match the first ones. The student, her hands and feet still 
immobilized by the cuffs, continued to struggle against her 
instincts to scream or cry. No, she would not...she would not 
give Burnside the satisfaction of hearing her cry.

The professor stepped back to admire the marks and the student 
still gracefully draped over the punishment horse, but finally 
decided she needed to release her. The punishment was over and it 
was only fair that Cecilia be let up and given time to recover 
before having to serve drinks. Saying nothing, the professor 
unhooked Cecilia's cuffs from the punishment horse and helped her 
to her feet.

"Alright, you're done. I'm going to change into my party outfit 
and I'll give you a few minutes alone to recover. After that, my 
guests will start showing up and you'll be taking their coats and 
serving them drinks. I expect top performance out of you. You 
give that to me, and things between us will be settled."

"Yes, Dr. Burnside."

With that the professor picked up her sweatshirt and disappeared 
into her bedroom. Cecilia staggered into the guest bathroom, the 
welts searing into her with every movement she made. Her world 
still consisted of almost nothing other than the burning pain in 
her bottom, to the point she couldn't imagine a time in her life 
she had not felt such agony. She made it to the bathroom, closed 
the door, and collapsed on the floor, lying face down. She did 
indeed need to have a good cry, but she'd be damned if she'd let 
Burnside know about it. She buried her face in her arms as the 
tears flowed and her body heaved with quiet sobs. 

It took about 15 minutes for Cecilia to finish crying and look 
beyond the switching she had just endured. She got up, wincing as 
the welts shot new waves of pain through her backside to protest 
her movement. She washed her face and prepared to face an evening 
of servitude, and finally, redemption.

The doorbell rang. Cecilia answered it and had a huge shock. The 
first person to arrive was Mark Gertz, Burnside's TA. What was 
even more shocking than Mark's presence was his appearance. He 
had cut his hair short, dyed it black, spiked it, and was wearing 
black lipstick and eyeliner. He also was wearing a black leather 
collar. Cecilia felt horribly embarrassed having to greet him 
wearing nothing but bondage cuffs and a collar, but then the TA 
did something even more shocking. He took off his trench 
coat...and...was not wearing anything underneath. Another 
shocking detail was that he had shaved off his pubic hair and his 
penis was imprisoned by a cock-ring.

There were more surprises coming. Burnside came into the living 
room wearing a fetish outfit. Like her TA, she was wearing black 
lipstick, makeup, and fingernail polish, but she had powdered her 
face to make her skin look white and contrast with her lips and 
eyes. The outfit she wore was a leather two-piece costume that at 
first reminded Cecilia of a female version of Tarzan. From the 
front she seemed to be wearing a somewhat average leather 
swimsuit, but then she turned around. From the back the professor 
was almost completely naked. A very thin strip of leather, no 
thicker than a shoestring, ran up between the professor's 
buttocks. Another string ran around her waist, and a third string 
secured her bra across her back. If someone was standing any 
distance whatsoever away from the professor, when her back was 
turned it appeared at first glance that she wasn't wearing 
anything.

The young man immediately knelt at the older woman's feet, as the 
sophomore watched in total disbelief. It turned out that 
Burnside's employee was one of her many casual lovers, and also 
one of her most trusted submissives, or "subs", as they were 
called in the world of fetish. He knelt with no reservations 
whatsoever, kissing Burnside's toes and placing his shaved 
testicles and bottom on lewd display to the naked young woman 
standing behind him.

Throughout the night Mark crisply knelt every time Burnside spoke 
to him. Cecilia later learned that she had "collared" him the 
year before, which was a formal declaration on his part that he 
would submit to both her orders and her punishments. Cecilia 
watched the professor look down at her servant with satisfaction, 
but also with a cruel, knowing smile. The graduate student would 
have a bit of a surprise in store later that night. What he 
didn't know was that she planned to call him out of the kitchen 
and test his resolve to remain her sub. She was planning on 
having him submit to a live demonstration of her new Danubian 
police switch, a full-scale criminal punishment of 50 hard 
strokes in front of 200 guests.

In the meantime, Burnside's TA also was committed to serving 
guests at the party that night. The hostess took both assistants 
into the kitchen and explained how she wanted drinks for the 
guests to be fixed and served. His job would be to pour and mix 
the drinks, while Cecilia's job would be to take the drinks out 
to the guests and return to the kitchen with empty glasses. He 
was over 21 and she was not, hence it made sense that he would be 
the one actually handling and pouring the alcohol. Burnside also 
wanted to extend the Cecilia's punishment by forcing her to 
appear with her marked backside in front of her guests. Cecilia 
had been severely switched, and it was her duty to place herself 
on display for the benefit of the party. The welts, like the 
bondage cuffs and the collar, were part of her servant's outfit. 

Cecilia had no desire to show her punished bottom to a room full 
of strangers, but she reflected that it was only fair that she do 
so, given that she had forced Jason to pose with his badly marked 
up bottom in art class the previous day. In one aspect she was 
luckier than her boyfriend. She had to appear naked and punished 
in front of strangers, while Jason had to display his welts to 60 
people who knew him.

Cecilia moved stiffly as guests began arriving, still wincing 
from her 15 welts. One of the first couples to enter the house 
was the head of the university ethics committee with a woman who 
appeared to be his wife or girlfriend. They both had cross-
dressed: he was wearing her clothing and she was wearing one of 
his business suits. 

Dr. Halsey arrived shortly afterwards dressed in a leather 
motorcycle outfit with chaps that left his wrinkled bottom 
exposed. The older man's eyes scanned the Dominican's bare body, 
very much to her horror. For some reason she felt that she could 
not bear the thought of Dr. Halsey seeing her like this. He knew 
that, and did absolutely nothing to comfort her.

"Young lady, you will turn around please, so I can see how well 
Ruth has mastered the Danubian switch."

Cecilia sadly turned around to allow the older man to have a 
close look at her punished figure. There was no argument from the 
student. Her agreement had been to complete the disciplinary 
alternative "to Dr. Burnside's satisfaction" and the last thing 
she wanted to do was anger her professor's lover. 

There were other guests arriving, all in unusual or outlandish 
outfits representing various shades of the world of fetish, with 
an emphasis on S&M. Cecilia, as she ran about the room with a 
tray full of drinks and a notebook for drink orders, realized 
that Ruth Burnside was something of a leader among the area's 
fetish enthusiasts. It was quite strange to watch her in an 
environment that was so totally different from the classroom and 
in a revealing outfit that was so totally different from what she 
wore at the university. Yet, just as she always was in charge 
while in class, she also was very much in charge among this crowd 
of sexual adventurers. She moved about with complete confidence, 
mixing with small groups of guests for a few minutes before 
moving on, making sure she talked to everyone in the room. 

The party was more of a costume party than anything else, but 
there still was plenty of S&M play and practice with Burnside's 
collection of punishment implements by the guests. Cecilia 
observed that there was one important rule in the room, that 
either Burnside or Halsey had to be present if any guests wanted 
to use any punishment implements or the punishment horse. 
Burnside and Halsey had the authority to stop a punishment and 
also to determine whether or not any pictures could be taken. 
There also were two other rules in the room: a person being 
punished had to undress, or at the very least completely expose 
their bottom, prior to the beginning of a punishment, and the 
other rule of the room was absolutely no sex. The nature of the 
party was sexually oriented punishment, but sex itself...well, 
that was for later, at home after the party ended. A final rule 
was no drunkenness. Burnside told Cecilia that if she saw anyone 
who appeared intoxicated, she was to notify either herself or Dr. 
Halsey immediately.

Cecilia was kept so busy that she really did not have time to 
think about her own dilemma. She moved about the room as quickly 
as possible with her tray and notepad for drink orders, then made 
quick trips to the kitchen to drop off orders and empty glasses, 
pick up finished drinks, and dash out to find the people who had 
ordered them. She was hard-pressed not to fall behind and 
somewhat dismayed by the Mark's efficiency in the kitchen. No 
matter how quickly she moved drinks out to the living room, it 
always seemed there was a backlog of filled glasses waiting to be 
taken out. Finally Cecilia learned that her fellow servant worked 
at a sports bar, which explained his efficiency with the drinks.

Finally, about an hour after midnight, Cecilia heard Halsey 
asking the guests to clear the area around the punishment horse, 
while Burnside approached Cecilia, holding the Danubian switch in 
her hand. A pang of fear swept over the young woman, as she 
wondered if she was about to be subjected to another switching. 

"Please get Mark out of the kitchen and have him join Dr. Halsey 
and myself. Tell him he's relieved of fixing drinks, because I 
need him for a demonstration I'm giving for the benefit of our 
guests. Also, tell him to take off his cock-ring. I don't want 
that on him because it might be a safety issue."

With that Burnside handed her student a metal clip and issued a 
final order.

"Once he has his ring off, hook his hands behind his back and 
escort him out."

Cecilia, somewhat relieved that apparently she was not to be the 
subject of the "demonstration given for the benefit of the 
guests", went to fetch Mark out of the kitchen. She relayed her 
command for the TA to take off his cock-ring, at which his 
expression changed. He sighed nervously as he worked to get the 
metal ring off his penis.

"I'm in trouble. She never has me take off the ring unless she's 
going to punish me."

A series of questions popped into Cecilia's head. She was curious 
about his relationship with Burnside and what being her collared 
sub actually meant. However, there was no time for conversation 
at the moment. Mark quietly turned his back to Cecilia and 
positioned his hands so she could hook his cuffs together and 
escort him over to the dominatrix and her boyfriend. The naked 
Dominican led her naked companion through the crowd to the spot 
where the punishment horse was located. 

Immediately Mark knelt on the floor at his mistress's feet while 
Cecilia nervously stood next to him. Cecilia did not want to 
kneel because she did not consider herself Burnside's sub. Her 
situation at the party was a one-time occurrence (so she hoped), 
and there had been no formal collaring agreement between the 
student and her professor. Burnside said nothing to Cecilia, 
other than to ask her to step back and join the spectators.

Halsey and Burnside had put on plenty of demonstrations at their 
parties over the years, so they knew how to make sure everyone 
had a chance to see what was going on. Halsey took the switch and 
directed to circle of spectators closest to the cleared area to 
sit on the floor, two bodies deep. The next circle of spectators 
was instructed to kneel. As for the people standing in the back, 
he directed the group to sort themselves by height, with the 
shorter spectators standing immediately behind the kneeling 
spectators and the tallest ones to stand behind everyone else. 
Thus organized, the entire room had a clear view of what was 
about to happen at the punishment bench. Cecilia, having no 
desire whatsoever to sit on her punished bottom, backed away to 
join the row of kneeling spectators.

Mark knelt forward, once again placing himself on lewd display to 
the audience immediately behind him. Burnside announced that 
anyone in the room who wanted to take pictures was welcome to do 
so, given that her sub had surrendered his free will when she had 
collared him. Cecilia noticed the TA trembling slightly, because 
he was well aware that something very severe was about to happen 
to him. Just how severe became evident when Jim Halsey held up 
the Danubian switch and began explaining the Danubian judicial 
system to the crowd. Upper Danubia was the only country in the 
world not to have any jails, because instead of being 
incarcerated, criminals were forced to wear metal collars and 
submit to periodic switchings throughout their sentences.

"Now, I suppose that many of you are wondering what one of these 
switchings must be like," continued Halsey. "Well, for your 
benefit we are going to conduct a demonstration for you, a full 
criminal's punishment of '50 vigorous strokes on the naked 
buttocks' as they say in the Danubian courts. We are fortunate 
enough to have a standard Ministry of Justice leather switch with 
us," Halsey held up the switch, "and we are fortunate enough to 
have a volunteer who has graciously agreed to contribute his 
bottom to our humble effort to enlighten you."

Halsey tapped Mark's upturned bottom with the switch while the 
guests applauded. He then picked up a police cap and placed it on 
Burnside's head.

"Most importantly, we have a volunteer who will perform the role 
of the Danubian police officer, a lovely young lady whose skills 
and talent with leather and wood are an asset to us all."

Burnside bowed to the cheering room, then took the switch from 
her lover. She slashed it through the air as the leather made an 
ominous whoosh. She then handed the implement back to Halsey, who 
continued:

"In Upper Danubia the criminal is restrained throughout the 
duration of the punishment to a switching table. Ruth and I have 
determined that the punishment horse will make an adequate 
substitute, because our culprit will be properly restrained and 
bent over for the switch."

Burnside tapped the kneeling young man and directed him to drape 
himself over the leather punishment bench. She quickly 
immobilized him, hooking his cuffs to the chains and forcing his 
legs apart. Halsey shined a flashlight at Mark's exposed anus and 
scrotum.

"The criminal's genitalia is on full display during a punishment. 
A Danubian criminal has no right, and no expectation of any 
privacy."

Cecilia caught a glimpse of Mark's face. She could tell by his 
expression that he was absolutely terrified, given the severity 
of what was about to happen to him. However, the fear he felt 
gave him a tremendous psychological rush. It was when he was 
afraid...afraid of something real, something truly terrifying 
that he could not control, that he felt truly alive. His 
emotional stress was at its peak, extreme humiliation, extreme 
anticipation, extreme fear, and, momentarily a release through 
extreme pain. That was what it meant to be Burnside's sub.

Burnside took the switch back from Halsey and held it beneath 
Mark's face, so he could see it clearly. She bent down and spoke 
to him.

"I want you to take a couple of minutes to think about what's 
going to happen, and how much it's going to hurt. You're going to 
be feeling some real pain in a couple of minutes, and we're going 
to be at it for quite a while. And it's going to be in front of 
nearly 200 people, all of them watching and taking pictures. Now, 
aren't you scared?"

"Yes, Dr. Burnside."

"And totally humiliated?"

"Yes, Dr. Burnside."

The room was completely quiet as Burnside lovingly caressed her 
sub's bottom, first with her hand, and then with the leather 
switch. She knew that the dread, the moment of anticipation, was 
a key part of the punishment experience for her sub, so she 
sought to drag it out as long as possible. He was shaking 
slightly and had an erection. Finally the professor stepped back, 
measured her distance, and delivered a fearsome blow to the base 
of her TA's stretched bottom. He gasped, but stayed quiet. 
Burnside nodded to Halsey, who stepped in front of the audience 
to address them again.

"You will notice the savagery and pure viciousness of the first 
stroke. And yet, our pitiful subject did not cry out. Why is 
that? Because it is a point of honor for the Danubian criminal to 
stay as quiet as long as he can, just as it is a point of honor 
for the Danubian police officer to break the criminal as quickly 
as she can. It is a cruel game between the offender and the 
enforcer, but one that, in the end, can have only one outcome. 
Let us resume our exercise in cruelty and see what happens."

With that Burnside resumed her punishment. She struck again and 
again, marking her victim with welts that were perfectly parallel 
and almost touching each other. Cecilia, having felt the same 
switch only a few hours before, flinched every time the cruel 
leather made contact with Mark's unprotected skin. At first 
Mark's punishment seemed to be a duplicate of Cecilia's 
whipping...like her he perspired and gasped and with all of his 
willpower struggled not to cry. He would have done just 
fine...had his punishment ended at the 15th stroke, as had been 
the case for Cecilia. However, he was due 50 strokes, not 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.