The Wanderings of Amy
Copyright 2002, 2004 by EC
http://www.ecgraphicarts.com
(Warnings: Adult sex, erotic discipline, public nudity)

Chapter 6 - Halloween Party

Midterms sneaked up on Amy before she realized it. While it was true that 
Suzanne had her on an aggressive photo shoot schedule, it was also true that Amy 
had not put forth as much effort into her classes as she had during the spring and 
summer semesters.

Amy's most pressing problem was a term paper due October 24 for her modern 
history of economics class. Amy hated both the subject and the professor. Just 
two days before the deadline Amy remembered the paper. Two days! She thought 
about talking to her professor to get an extension, but knew right away that would 
not work.

The professor's name was Dr. Ruth Burnside. She was about 40 years old or so, 
fairly good-looking for her age, about average height and stature. Burnside always 
dressed in immaculate dark business attire and usually wore her black hair pulled 
back in a bun, which added to the severity of her appearance. Amy's professor had 
a cold stare and a very severe manner about her in general. She seemed to look 
down on her students, and especially delighted in humiliating the fraternity guys. 
Her pet peeve was baseball caps worn backwards. The male students quickly 
learned to have their baseball caps off in her class, if they did not want to be the 
targets of her acidic comments. In class her favorite comment was "Excuses are 
like assholes. Everybody has one." It was easy for her students to picture her as a 
dominatrix. Amy knew that she would get no sympathy from her professor.

Amy briefly discussed her term paper situation with her lab partner from geology 
class. The other girl mentioned that there were a couple of websites that had term 
papers posted. Maybe Amy could pick up some ideas from there.

Amy spent that night on the Internet and found what she needed. She downloaded 
a paper on the Marshall Plan and went to bed, hugely relieved. Tomorrow she 
could make a few small changes and it would be ready to turn in on time.

She should have known better. The following Monday Dr. Burnside’s teaching 
assistant returned the term papers. Amy noticed the frustrated looks on her 
classmates' faces as they looked at their grades. When it was Amy's turn to get her 
paper back, instead of the report Burnside's assistant handed her an empty folder. 
A small note was inside. "See me in my office after class. -Burnside-"

Amy felt sick. She went pale and her hands shook. Before class ended she had 
enough time to wonder how Robert and her roommate would react when they 
found out.

As Amy entered the office area for the economics department, she came up to 
another student from the class standing outside Burnside's door. She was a petite 
Asian girl called Wendy Li. Wendy's real name was pronounced Wen-Chuan, but 
she preferred Wendy. Wendy looked back at Amy. Wendy had tears in her dark 
eyes. "Term paper?" Amy managed to get out "Yeah".

Burnside called the two students into her office. She did not offer them seats. 
With a cold, fierce, expression in her eyes, the professor handed Wendy's paper to 
Amy, and Amy's paper to Wendy. Wendy had turned in the same paper as had 
Amy. Burnside gave the two girls enough time to let this sink in. Then she handed 
the girls another copy of the report, this time the original downloaded from the 
Internet.

"You two understand this university's cheating policy?" Both girls nodded. The 
cheating would be reported to the campus administration. Amy and Wendy would 
be expelled immediately and would take F's in their other classes. Furthermore, 
they would be placed in a database of students who had cheated for other 
universities to view, should they apply somewhere else. They were made to initial 
this policy line-by-line when they applied to study.

"Do you have anything to say for yourselves?" Wendy sobbed. Amy felt like she 
was going to throw up. Neither said anything. "Good. You know what I say about 
excuses. Now sit down."

Burnside stayed quiet for a few minutes, enjoying the increasing nervousness of 
her two students. Finally she spoke again. "How would you like me to give you an 
extension of two weeks to write an honest report?" Amy and Wendy looked up. 
They were too shocked to speak. Had they heard right?

"Well... answer the question."

Amy spoke for both of them. "Dr. Burnside, we would really appreciate it. We 
promise..."

"Stuff it. I don't want promises." interrupted Burnside. "Ordinarily I would burn 
you for this. I am willing to cut you slack on your papers simply because I need a 
couple of hostesses for my Halloween party. Every year I throw one and I always 
need hostesses. I will demand a lot from you and I can guarantee you a tough 
night. But it beats the alternative."

Wendy and Amy looked at each other. They nodded in agreement.

Burnside took the reports back from Amy and Wendy to place them in a folder. 
She dropped the folder in her filing cabinet and locked it. "You will get these 
back when you turn in your other papers."

Burnside then handed Wendy a picture of a model wearing straight black hair, cut 
shoulder length and curved in slightly at the bottom, with bangs in the front. 
Wendy passed the picture to Amy. "I want both of you to have your hair like this 
when you come to my house on the 31st. Amy, you will have to dye your hair 
black for the party." Burnside continued, "Be at my house at 3:00 in the 
afternoon. Here are the instructions to get there."

"One more thing. You'll need to sign these." Burnside took out two sheets of 
paper and passed them to Amy and Wendy. She passed a pen to Amy. Amy's 
copy read:

I, __________, admit to having attempted to commit plagiarism on __________. I 
have read and fully understand this university's cheating policy, and am fully 
aware of the consequences for committing an act of plagiarism under the student 
code of ethics.

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 __________.

Their hearts pounding, Amy and Wendy filled in their names and the date they 
turned in their term papers. They signed the papers and handed them back to 
Burnside.

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At 3:00 p.m. sharp Wendy and Amy showed up together in Wendy's BMW at Dr. 
Burnside's house. Neither wanted to face Burnside alone. When the professor 
opened the door, her appearance shocked her two students. She was dressed in a 
black leather corset and a black leather bikini bottom. She had black silk 
stockings that came up to her upper thighs, but was still wearing bedroom 
slippers. She wore black lipstick, thick black eyeliner and black fingernail polish.

Inside items for the party were stacked on one side of Burnside's living room. 
These included standard party items such as coolers, a coffee maker, and food. 
The other items clearly indicated that this would be a BDSM theme and costume 
party. There were bondage items, leather furniture, and black sheets to hang on 
the walls. 

The living room itself was huge, it was one of the largest living rooms either Amy 
or Wendy had ever seen in an average-sized tract home. Burnside had chosen the 
house years before precisely because of its over-sized living room, perfect for 
accommodating large parties.

"Ok. You two get started moving the living room furniture to the back bedroom 
except the chairs, which I want against the wall. Be careful with my stuff. I'll have 
the skin off your asses if you break anything."

Amy and Wendy spent the next hour moving furniture while Burnside worked in 
the kitchen. Their muscles were sore when they finished, but the work relieved 
their stress a bit. Next Burnside instructed them to hang the sheets on a line of 
hooks on the walls near the ceiling. The room's appearance totally changed once 
the sheets were up. The girls set up the party tables and placed the chairs against 
the black walls. It was past 5:00 p.m. when they finished.

"Now I need you two to get ready. Get your clothes off and put them in these 
bags" Burnside went back to the kitchen. Amy immediately started to undress. 
She had been nude for Suzanne often enough during the last year for it not to 
bother her to be nude in front of Burnside. She dropped her clothes in her bag and 
turned around to see Wendy still dressed, her face buried in her hands.

"Wendy, come-on. You got to do this. I can't do it without you," pled Amy to her 
classmate. Wendy, crying, started to fumble with her buttons. Worried that 
Burnside would come back in and lose her temper at both of them, Amy pushed 
Wendy's hands aside and quickly unbuttoned her companion’s blouse. She 
unhooked her bra and pulled both the blouse and bra off her shoulders. Amy then 
hooked her thumbs under the waistbands of Wendy's jeans and panties and 
pushed them to her ankles. Wendy covered herself with her hands as tears rolled 
down her cheeks. "Wendy, step up." Wendy lifted her right foot. Amy put both 
hands around Wendy's ankle and pushed the jeans and underwear over her foot. 
She did the same for Wendy's other foot. She dropped Wendy's clothes in her bag 
just in time. Burnside came back in and took the two bags to the bedroom closet. 
Amy glanced over at her companion to admire her thin, petite body and flawless 
brown skin.

"Now I want you two to clean up." Burnside handed two razors and a can of 
shaving cream to Amy. "And shave between your legs. Everything. That will be 
part of your outfit."

Wendy seemed completely immobilized. Amy grabbed her by the wrist and led 
her to the bathroom. Wendy watched sadly as Amy turned on the bathwater. 
When the tub was half full, Amy guided her trembling classmate into the water. 
Once Wendy sat down Amy told her to stand up and spread her legs. She quickly 
lathered the small amount of black hair on Wendy's pubis with shaving cream and 
carefully drew the razor across. She gently pushed aside Wendy's dark labia to 
shave her more thoroughly. She told Wendy to bend over and spread her bottom 
cheeks. Amy felt a tingle of excitement touching and shaving Wendy's most 
private areas. More than anything else Amy wanted to hurry, however, as if 
speeding up now would somehow shorten the long night that lay ahead of them. 
Amy quickly instructed Wendy to squat back down in the water to rinse off. 
Wendy said nothing while Amy quickly shaved herself.

Amy dried off. She held the towel to Wendy. Reluctantly Wendy took it and 
rubbed it around her body. "Let's go. Let's get this over with."

The two girls stood in front of Burnside. Naked, shaved, and with their straight 
black hair they looked much more alike, to Burnside's satisfaction. Burnside 
motioned them to come over to one of the tables. She grabbed Wendy's hands and 
clapped metal bondage cuffs on her wrists. She did the same with Amy's wrists. 
She handed additional cuffs to each for their ankles. Amy put on her own and then 
Wendy's. Next came metal collars. There was something scary about having cold 
metal locked around her neck, thought Amy, once her collar latched in place.

The next detail was temporary tattoos. Burnside ordered Amy to hold out her 
arms while she wrapped each upper arm with a thick black tribal design. She did 
the same for Amy's thighs. Amy now had thick black designs encircling her upper 
arms and upper thighs. Burnside then handed another set to Amy and directed her 
to put them on Wendy. Now the two girls looked even more alike, with matching 
metal cuffs and tattoos.

Burnside looked over the two students with a hungry expression that worried 
Amy. "Now you are almost ready for the party. Everyone will be here in about 
two hours. There is one more issue we need to settle before the party starts." 

Burnside stepped next to the table full of S&M implements.

"Having you two work as hostesses is to make up for the fact that you tried to 
cheat and that I'm going to give you a second chance. But what angers me even 
more is the idea that you two thought you could trick me. What were you 
thinking? That I was born yesterday? That I do what I do as a hobby? I have a 
doctorate. I have published three books and God knows how many articles. I am a 
professional. I have been one for 15 years. I take the assumption that you two 
little sophomores could outwit me as an insult! And you’re going to pay for that 
insult!" 

Burnside pulled a leather switch off the table and slashed it through the air. It 
made a sinister hiss. 

"So, which one of you wants to go first?"

Wendy gasped. She cringed behind Amy. It was obvious that she had not been 
punished for a long time, if ever. Amy, who had submitted to two punishments 
over the past year, was only slightly less scared. She knew that Burnside's leather 
switch would hurt more than anything she had experienced so far from Robert or 
Suzanne. She felt no excitement like she had when Robert was about to punish 
her in January, just fear. The worst part of it was that the punishment was 
perfectly justified. Had Amy been in her professor's shoes she would have felt 
exactly the same way Burnside felt.

Still, Amy was determined that Burnside would not get the best of her. She would 
take whatever punishment Burnside chose to dish out. She would not beg for 
mercy or even cry if she could possibly help it. She wanted Wendy to have the 
same attitude: don't let this bitch get the best of you. She would set the example. 
She looked Burnside in the eye and said. "I'll go."

Burnside, slightly impressed with Amy's courage, ordered her to bend over what 
looked like a tall leather bench with several hooks on each of its four legs. Amy 
complied. She spread her legs and grabbed the feet of the bench with her hands. 
Wendy now had a perfect view of Amy's bottom and the backs of her legs. When 
Amy relaxed her neck and let her face hang upside down she could see Wendy's 
dark, petite figure and horrified expression from between her legs.

Burnside crouched to attach Amy's metal cuffs to the hooks on the bench, but 
Amy said "Dr. Burnside, that won't be necessary. I won't move until you tell me I 
can get up."

Burnside let go of the hook in her hand. "Have it your way. You'll get extras if 
you break your word."

Burnside stepped back, placed the switch across the center of Amy's bottom to 
measure distance, and readjusted her position. Amy closed her eyes and held her 
breath. She heard the whistle of the first blow. Instantly a vicious burning sting 
radiated from the center of her left bottom cheek. A thin line appeared on her 
bottom. It quickly swelled and turned dark. The pain was different from anything 
that she had felt when punished by Robert or Suzanne, but at first it was not much 
worse than she had experienced the time Robert had strapped her. However, it 
quickly intensified. She gasped, but managed to stay quiet. Her fingers turned 
white from grabbing the legs of the bench.

Amy heard the whoosh again. Another line appeared, slightly above and parallel 
to the first. The pain from the two welts continued to get worse, but it was still 
bearable. Amy gasped again and started breathing heavily.

The third whistle announced the appearance of a thin line immediately below the 
first welt. Amy gasped again. The muscles of her arms tensed trying to keep hold 
of the bench. The pain was horrible. Tears rolled down her cheeks.

Burnside's fourth blow was much further down than the others, at the base of 
Amy's left bottom cheek. Burnside hit a fifth time, immediately above the fourth 
welt. Amy gritted her teeth. Her tears were beginning to drop on the carpet under 
her face. Her breathing came in and out in gasps.

Burnside hit Amy again between the third and fifth welts on her left bottom 
cheek. Amy now had six red welts on her left bottom cheek, evenly spaced. 
Amy's knees started shaking with the seventh blow, laid on the upper part of her 
bottom cheek.

Amy now had seven thin red stripes, evenly spaced, across her left bottom cheek. 
Burnside knew how to dish out a punishment. She had hit Amy with precision 
each time, never crossing any of the welts.

Amy was in intense pain, but she had not yet made any noise other than her 
breathing. She had not moved out of position. The only evidence of her suffering 
were her shaking knees and the growing number of drops on the carpet from the 
tears rolling off her face. Ruth Burnside was impressed. This girl had some spirit 
to her. Amy's punishment was only half over, but Burnside suspected that Amy 
would hold up as well for the welts on her right bottom cheek.

Wendy's wide, horrified eyes were glued to Amy's welts. Wendy was amazed that 
Amy was still in position and not screaming her guts out. She also was amazed 
that Burnside could be so cruel to another human being.

Burnside switched sides and continued. A whistle announced the first welt on 
Amy's right bottom cheek. It was low on her bottom, opposite the lowest welt on 
her left cheek. Amy's legs continued to shake. Her tears continued to stain the 
carpet under her face.

This time Burnside methodically worked her way up Amy's right bottom cheek, 
laying on seven welts to match the ones on her left bottom cheek. Amy stayed 
quiet the whole time, except a short groan on the final stroke.

Amy stayed bent over while Burnside and Wendy watched the final welts turn 
dark and rise. Amy used every bit of her strength to not cry. Although her 
punishment was over, the pain did not subside; it seemed to get worse. For a few 
minutes she could not think of anything except the increasing pain from her welts 
and her determination not to let the professor hear anything more out of her. Her 
breathing became irregular as she struggled to stay quiet.

Finally the pain eased slightly. "OK, Amy, you can get off the horse. You're 
done." Amy stood up and bit her lip as the change of pressure on her skin sent 
new waves of pain through her bottom. Her face was flushed and wet from tears.

Burnside gave Amy a few minutes to recover and for herself to enjoy the sight of 
her punished student. The darkening welts combined with the cuffs, metal collar, 
black hair, and tattoos to make Amy a perfect picture of hardcore submission. The 
professor licked her lips. Under her leather bikini she felt wet.

Still, Burnside had never punished a student who had held up as well as Amy. She 
had taken 14 hard strokes and had made almost no noise at all. For that Burnside 
held a grudging admiration for her student. She looked at Wendy.

Wendy panicked and ran to the bedroom to look for her clothes. Burnside 
admonished Amy. "Better stop her. If she leaves, she's history as far as her career 
is concerned"

Amy ran to the bedroom. Her welts seemed to scorch as her swollen bottom 
jiggled. She found Wendy and grabbed her hands. Wendy was shaking. "I can't!... 
I'll fail the class!... I don't care!"

"Wendy! You can't take off! Come on...we're in this together!"

Wendy sobbed. Amy continued, "Didn't you tell me that you were the first girl in 
your family to go to college? Do you want to waste that now?"

"Amy, how could you let her..."

"Because I know what the street feels like, that's why! If it takes a sore ass to keep 
from going back to the street, I'll take the sore ass! And I didn't let her win. I 
didn't cry or beg her for mercy. That's what she wants. I didn't give it to her!"

Wendy's dark eyes looked up into Amy's. Amy squeezed her classmate's hands. 
"Come on. You can do it. I'll be with you. And tomorrow this will all be over 
with." Wendy nodded.

Amy led Wendy back into the living room. Burnside pointed her switch towards 
the bench. Amy squeezed Wendy's hand before letting go. "Don't beg her for 
mercy. Whatever you do, don't beg her for mercy," Amy whispered in her ear.

Amy stepped aside. Wendy bent over the bench as instructed. Burnside clipped 
Wendy's wrists and ankles to the legs of the bench; it was obvious that there was 
no way that Wendy would take her punishment as well as Amy. Burnside held her 
switch to Wendy's bottom and positioned herself.

In spite of her own pain, the sight of the flawless skin on Wendy's petite bottom, 
stretched tight and waiting to be marked, excited Amy. This was the first time she 
would see an Asian girl punished. Wendy's body seemed so delicate to her, so 
different from Suzanne's. Amy suddenly wished that she could be the one 
punishing Wendy. Maybe in the future...

Amy looked at Burnside. Burnside, with her switch and her black outfit, was the 
perfect picture of a dominatrix. The professor was staring intently at Wendy's 
bottom with that same hungry look that had worried Amy when she and Wendy 
first had come out of the bathroom. Amy wondered if Burnside would be even 
harsher on Wendy than she had been on her.

Amy watched Burnside twist her arm up and shoulder backwards. The switch 
made its familiar whistle. A reddish line instantly appeared in the center of 
Wendy's small bottom. Wendy's high-pitched shriek was so loud that it hurt 
Amy's ears. The shriek died down to loud sobs. Wendy's entire body shook. No, 
thought Amy, she was not going to take this well.

Burnside twisted again and viciously slashed at Wendy's bottom, just slightly 
above the first line. Amy was amazed that Burnside could hit so hard with such 
accuracy. Wendy shrieked again. A second thin reddish line appeared on Wendy's 
bottom and quickly turned dark.

Burnside struck again. A third welt appeared below the first two. Another ear-
splitting shriek from Wendy made Amy wince. Wendy started jerking around. 
The muscles on her legs tensed as she struggled against the restraints on her wrists 
and ankles.

Burnside's eyes shined with pleasure. There was nothing that she enjoyed more 
than watching a screaming, struggling student. This little Asian more than made 
up for the self-control that the other girl had shown...

Amy had been right about staying quiet through her own punishment. While 
Burnside had enjoyed marking her bottom and watching her efforts to control the 
agony when she had been let up, Amy still managed to take a lot of the fun out of 
her punishment for Burnside by staying quiet and still.

Burnside licked her lips. She slashed at Wendy again. Another screech. Wendy 
shook her black hair around as she moved her head. Her bottom tensed and 
relaxed as she frantically moved about, alternately exposing and hiding her dark 
labia and bottom-hole.

Amy's heart went out for poor Wendy. On their way over to Burnside's house 
Wendy had told Amy that she was the only daughter of a Chinese-American 
importer, and that her over-protective parents had spoiled her all her life. She was 
rarely punished, even as a small child. The position in which she had placed 
herself by downloading that Marshall Plan paper was totally new to her. Nothing 
like this had ever happened to her before.

Amy looked at Burnside's face with mounting concern. Burnside swung again and 
a fifth welt appeared on Wendy's bottom. Wendy's screams seemed to feed 
Burnside's desire to hurt her victim. There was no question that Burnside was 
hitting Wendy harder than she had hit Amy.

Burnside swung for the sixth time. Six dark red lines now marked Wendy's left 
bottom cheek, all perfectly parallel and evenly spaced. Wendy was now 
screaming non-stop from pain and panic. Burnside, her eyes wild with excitement, 
landed the seventh blow at the top of Wendy's small bottom cheek.

"Dr. Burnside" sobbed Wendy. "Please..." 

Burnside jumped to Wendy's right side like she was possessed.

"That's right, you spoiled little princess! I'll teach you to cheat in my class!"

Oh my God, thought Amy. The idea crossed Amy's mind that she might have to 
intervene, free Wendy, and get her out of the house. If it goes any further than the 
seven extra strokes on Wendy's right side, she would have no choice...

Burnside took up position, tightened her lips, and slashed hard. Wendy had 
stopped screaming and was sobbing loudly.

Burnside laid the second line across Wendy's right bottom cheek, more severely 
than any of the others. Her face shined with excitement. Her black lipstick was 
smeared. Wendy continued to sob. Suddenly Burnside noticed that Wendy was 
moving her bottom in and out, momentarily exposing her vulva each time. 
Burnside timed the next blow at the lowest part of Wendy's right cheek to hit 
precisely when her tender labia were most exposed. Wendy jerked like she had 
been electrocuted. She screamed. Burnside did not wait, but quickly slashed 
Wendy two more times.

Wendy screamed again, a long shrill, ear piercing scream. Wendy, no! Your 
screaming is making her want to hit you all that much more, thought Amy.

Quickly Burnside hit Wendy three more times. She no longer seemed to have the 
same control over where the strokes landed. A couple of the welts on Wendy's 
bottom crossed the others, resulting in ugly blood blisters.

Wendy screamed again. Burnside raised her switch again.

"DR. BURNSIDE!" screamed Amy. 

Burnside looked up at Amy and realized what she had been about to do to Wendy. 
She had lost control of herself, and it was Amy's voice that snapped her back into 
reality. Suddenly the spell lifted from the professor. The wild expression went out 
of her eyes. Breathing heavily, Burnside reached down to unhook Wendy's wrists 
and ankles. Wendy's hands immediately covered her face, but she stayed bent 
over the bench, her body shaking violently.

"Be ready to serve in 45 minutes." snapped Burnside. "There is some black 
lipstick in the bathroom. I want you to put it on." With that she turned to go into 
the kitchen.

Amy stepped over to Wendy. She grabbed the hands of her sobbing, trembling 
classmate and helped her stand up. Wendy seemed quite unsteady on her feet, 
forcing Amy to put her arm around her classmate to support her. Amy knew from 
her own bottom that, even though her punishment had ended, the pain in Wendy's 
bottom would get worse for a few minutes before subsiding slightly.

Wendy buried her face into Amy's shoulder. Amy put both arms around her 
classmate to comfort her as best she could. It was obvious the experience had 
devastated Wendy. Amy wondered if she would be able to perform her hostess 
duties in just 45 minutes. She badly wanted to comfort Wendy, to hold her, to 
reassure her. However, Amy resisted the temptation to tell Wendy that everything 
was going to be all right, because she was not sure herself that everything would 
be all right.

For fifteen minutes the two naked girls stood with their arms around each other, 
one sobbing, the other saying nothing. Finally, Amy told Wendy to hold on to one 
of the tables so that she could get her some water. Wendy seemed in a daze. Amy 
had to place her hands on the table for her.

Amy walked into the kitchen and found Burnside laying out cocktail ingredients. 
She stared straight into her professor's eyes. With an edge of defiance in her voice 
she stated "Dr. Burnside, I need a glass of water for Wendy." When Burnside 
handed her a glass Amy continued. "I don't know if she'll be able to serve your 
guests or do anything in half an hour. I'll do my best to help her get ready."

When she returned to the living room, Amy found Wendy slumped on the floor 
with her hands still on the table. She was still sobbing. "Wendy, come on." With 
difficulty Amy managed to get Wendy back to her feet. The sharp pain shooting 
through her own bottom made her task twice as hard. Amy fought back her own 
tears as she struggled to get Wendy upright.

Repeating what Robert had done for her after he had punished her, Amy pressed 
the glass to Wendy's lips. Wendy seemed to recover a little after she drank. She 
threw her arms around her classmate again and continued sobbing into Amy's 
shoulder. Amy knew that they both needed to sit down for a few minutes and rest, 
but that obviously was out of the question with their bottoms so badly marked. 
She instead led Wendy to the back bedroom and onto the bed, face down. Wendy 
stopped crying. Her sad dark eyes looked into Amy's. Amy knelt beside the bed 
and gently brushed her classmate's hair out of her face.

Amy badly wanted to lie down herself, but there was no time. She had to 
concentrate on getting Wendy back on her feet as quickly as possible. Amy went 
in the bathroom and wet a washrag. She wiped her classmate's face. Finally she 
tried to reassure her.

"Wendy, the worst is over. All we have to do now is put on some lipstick and 
serve drinks for a few hours. Your parents won't even know." Wendy smiled 
shyly and raised herself up on her elbows. Amy helped her off the bed.

When they entered the kitchen Burnside told Amy and Wendy what they needed 
to do. First they would greet guests and take their coats to the bedroom. Then they 
would work as hostesses. Essentially one would take drink orders and the other 
mix the drinks in the kitchen. They could change every so often if they wanted. A 
drink recipe pamphlet lay near the ingredients for the drinks they did not know 
how to make. Burnside handed Amy a small notebook to take orders. This 
enormously relieved Wendy. She could stay in the kitchen most of the time 
mixing drinks and not have to be out in the crowd with nothing on. She took it for 
granted that it would be Amy who would interact with the guests.

Amy and Wendy spent the first half hour of the party opening the door and 
running back and forth to the bedroom with their arms full of coats. Most of the 
guests wore outlandish outfits, representing every shade of S&M: nurses, rubber, 
cops, medieval, diapers, nuns, leather, whatever. Guests continued to arrive until 
the party overflowed out Burnside's back door onto her patio. Amy recognized at 
least two professors and several graduate student aides.

Burnside's S&M Halloween party had been a yearly tradition since she had started 
teaching. It seemed that everyone there knew each other. Amy realized that this 
was more a costume party than a real S&M party. Amy was shocked to see 
Burnside laughing and skipping around playfully swatting at her male guests with 
her switch, jumping away before they had a chance to swat her back. Burnside 
almost was acting like a little kid.

The party itself was an interesting experience for Amy. This was a strange, dark 
world she had only heard about previously. The outfits intrigued Amy, as did their 
promise of the mixture of pain and pleasure. Every so often Amy looked at her 
professor, wondering what experiences Burnside might have had in her past to 
make her so obsessed with being the queen of this bizarre collection of 
individuals. She watched Burnside flirt shamelessly with both male and female 
guests. It was one thing to imagine Burnside as a dominatrix in class. It was quite 
another to see Burnside among her own crowd, with her black outfit, black make-
up, and black switch. Watching Burnside fascinated Amy. What Amy liked most 
about her professor was that Burnside played by the rules only when she felt like 
it. The fact that Amy and Wendy were not facing having their lives ruined by 
being expelled under the student code of ethics was proof enough of that.

Amy moved continuously through the crowd with her notebook and tray. She 
found that she was starting to enjoy herself somewhat. It thrilled her to be naked 
in such a large crowd, casually asking people what they wanted to drink. She 
flirted with the men, and even some of the women. In a strange way, she even 
enjoyed the stares her marked bottom received when she walked away from the 
guests with their orders.

Wendy was kept busy mixing drinks and thumbing through the drink mix 
pamphlet looking for recipes. She was so busy that she did not have time to think 
about the experience with Burnside that she had just endured. Amy, who had 
briefly worked in a restaurant during high school, systematically laid the orders 
out in a row for Wendy to fill. Sometimes there were a few extra minutes between 
orders, which allowed Amy to mix drinks and help Wendy stay caught up. Wendy 
smiled in gratitude whenever Amy was able to take a few minutes to help her. 
Amy started to feel deeply satisfied from having helped another person through a 
difficult experience. The two students now shared a strong bond, which would last 
well past the night.

The highlight of the S&M play was when four male graduate students placed a 
bet, the loser having to take a caning from Burnside. Amy stopped her work for a 
few minutes to enjoy the sight of the good-looking student, naked from the waist 
down, bent over the same bench she had been punished on a few hours before. 
Burnside used a cane, punishing the student even more severely than she had 
punished Wendy. Amy noticed the familiar hungry look in Burnside's eyes as she 
wielded the cane. When the student's companions pulled him off the bench and 
forced him to turn around, he had a furious erection, to the delight of the crowd. 
Suddenly Burnside grabbed his face with both hands and kissed him. He grabbed 
her upper arms and returned the kiss. She pulled the student by the hand into one 
of the bedrooms, the guests cheering them on.

Shortly after Burnside and the student reappeared from the room, once again to 
the cheering of the crowd, the party began to wind down. Burnside told Amy to 
stop taking orders for alcoholic drinks and serve only non-alcoholic beverages. 
The change eased Wendy's workload to almost nothing. Wendy even managed to 
come out for a while and watch some of the party. The guests started taking 
pictures and many of them wanted the hostesses included in their scrapbooks. 
Amy and Wendy posed over and over with the arms of different guests wrapped 
around their shoulders. Finally Amy and Wendy began the task of shuttling the 
coats out of the bedroom back to the front hallway to pass out to people going out 
the door. When the last of the partiers left they had their first truly good piece of 
luck of the night.

Burnside originally had planned that Amy and Wendy would stay to clean up 
before being allowed to go home. However, Burnside's caning victim remained 
with her. He had a strange look in his eyes, from both being excited and feeling 
guilty about it at the same time. He already had a metal collar around his neck. He 
was erect under his costume. Burnside had other things on her mind than putting 
away dishes. She wanted to get rid of Amy and Wendy as soon as possible and 
enjoy her new sex toy.

Clean-up could wait until tomorrow. Burnside would have a cute guy to boss 
around to do the clean-up, a far more delicious prospect for her than ordering two 
tired girls to do it. Burnside handed them their clothes and unlatched their cuffs 
and collars.

Amy and Wendy were dismissed. "You are not off the hook." Burnside reminded 
them. "I expect top-rate term papers from both of you. Originals, this time."

Amy and Wendy slowly slid their jeans over their bottoms, wincing as they eased 
the coarse cloth over their welts. Slowly they walked back to Wendy's car. Sitting 
down in the car seats was tough.

On the way back the two girls agreed to get together in two days to start work on 
their term papers. Amy suggested that they write a joint paper, if Burnside agreed 
to the idea. Wendy dropped Amy off at her apartment building's door and they 
hugged each other goodnight.