Doctoral Discipline

Doctoral Discipline - Continued

Chapter 3:

As soon as I got out into the hallway I looked around and was thankful that no one else seemed to be around. It was about 5 pm which meant that a lot of people might be starting to head out for the evening. I moved as fast as I could down one floor and into the nearest bathroom where I got changed back into my everyday clothes. There was no way he would find out that I had changed, so I wasn’t worried about it. There was no way I was going to take the bus home wearing that hideous outfit. I ran down to my office, stashed the outfit in my desk drawer and locked it. I grabbed the rest of my stuff that I needed for the evening and headed to the bus stop.

As soon as I was home I threw some leftovers into the microwave and poured myself a glass of wine. I needed to figure out a way to deal with this situation. I couldn’t subject myself to this kind of treatment for the rest of the semester. This was ridiculous; he couldn’t treat me like this. Yes, it was true that I needed to pull up my marks, but there is no way I was going to let him get away with this kind of behaviour. After such a stressful afternoon I decided to take the evening off and I curled up in front of the television. Suddenly I woke up to the sound of my doorbell; I must have fallen asleep from the stress and the wine. I looked at the clock; it was 7:55 pm. I slowly got up and opened up the door to find Professor Matthews standing there. “What the hell are you doing here?” I blurted out without even thinking.

He stepped across the threshold of the doorway, essentially pushing me back inside with his shear presence. He closed the door behind him and began to stare at me with that penetrating stare I had become so acquainted with today. After a minute he began to speak “Miss McLean, I gave you several orders for this evening which you do not seem to have followed. I thought we had discussed what would happen when you disobey me. Why are you not ready for bed yet Missy?” I glared back at the professor. “You can’t make me go to bed at 8 pm professor Matthews, you do not control me, and you have no say in what I can and cannot do. Now please get out of my house.” He did not move, he just stood there staring at me. I knew I was about to be in a lot of trouble again, and began to feel so small as his presence was so dominating. I could feel my face flush as my eyes dropped to the floor, unable to hold his stare any longer. “You are in big trouble Missy; you were told to wear your outfit home and for the rest of the evening until you got ready for bed. You were told to be in bed by 8 pm, obviously you have done neither of those things”. The only thing that kept running through my head was ‘how does he even know where I live?’

I heard my Professor say “strip Miss McLean”.  Feeling his dominance I slowly started to remove my hoodie, hoping that was enough to make him go away.  He stood glaring at me, as I placed the hoodie on the couch.  I was dressed in my comfy clothes a tee-shirt, sweat pants, socks and sneakers.  Sitting I removed my socks and sneakers again I hoped this was enough.

“Okay Missy your tee-shirt and sweat pants too, I don’t have all night”.  I couldn’t believe this was happening as I removed my tee-shirt exposing my plaid bra and then my sweat pants, which revealed the little girl panties that I never changed.

“Hmmm at least you left your school girl panties in place”.  I could hear him chuckling, as my face turned bright red.  “Off with the bra and panties young lady”.  He was relentless so I gave in and off came my bra and panties. I stood trying to cover both my breasts and vagina at the same time unsuccessfully, of course.

I had not noticed the canvas bag Professor Matthews was holding until he reached inside and took out some shaving cream, a safety razor, and a short strap.   “Now young lady the first thing I am going to do is to shave your pubic area. This will remind you daily that you are my submissive and will do things that I order promptly and with no back talk”.

“Is that clear young lady?” I heard him say.

Standing naked in front of my Professor was humiliating enough but now he was going to remove my pubic hair.  “No it is not clear, get out of my apartment” I said but not with much conviction. I could feel a tingling in between my legs and a dampness starting to form.  Professor must have guessed the same thing, as he came over and stood a foot from my face.  Lifting the short strap he whacked my naked bottom cheeks twice and reached in between my legs.  I squealed but he rubbed up and down feeling my wetness making me moan. I never felt so dominated and controlled in my entire life.

He took his finger out from my vulva and placed it in my mouth ordering me to suck it and walked me to my bedroom where he had me lie down legs spread.  “Don’t move slave” I heard him say and again I got wet. What is going on I wondered, he was in such control?  I couldn’t believe I was submitting so easily, but I wanted to... or did I?

I watched as he methodically placed a towel under my bum ordering me to rise.  He filled a bowl with warm water and got the shave cream. Taking a cloth he wet in between my legs and squirted a dab of cream on his fingers.  He massaged me thoroughly with the cream making me wetter and wetter. I could hardly stop fidgeting until he used the strap across my thighs and told me to stop.  The razor began its work as Professor Matthews used its sharpness to make me as smooth as a 5 year old. I could see he had done this before, he was efficient. In less than 5 minutes I was as smooth as a baby.

“Okay slave turn over on your tummy lets do the back” I heard him say using the strap again across my naked thighs to move me.  Quickly I flipped as he began the process of inspecting my anal hole. Spreading my legs and then my cheeks with two fingers he dipped his large middle finger into my rosebud making me flinch and getting a swat for my flinching. “Don’t move slave, I want to see if I need to stretch you”.  What the heck did he mean by that, stretch me? “Yes, young lady I am going to have to stretch you. You are very tiny. I have an anal plug which you will wear to my class daily, and by the way, you will sit up front dressed in your school girl outfit”. 

“But Sir I am 28 and a PhD candidate I can’t do that. What are people going to think?”  I pleaded.

“No excuses Missy, when you act like a child and disobey my orders you will be treated like a child. Now let’s finish this.”  In no time he shaved my bum and rosebud. “Okay little girl I will see you tomorrow in your uniform with your anal plug inserted and I will see you after class in my office for inspection”.  With that information he took the anal plug out of his bag and placed it on my dresser. “You will sleep naked tonight Missy. Oh, and by the way, make plans to stay at my house tomorrow”. With that he was gone, and I left naked and bald on the bed. I looked up at my dresser mortified with the presence of its most recent addition.

The one thing I couldn’t understand was how this entire flow of events had managed to arouse me. Why did my body respond to Professor Matthews orders that way while my mind was screaming ‘no’? What was going on? I was so confused.

Chapter 4

The next morning I woke up to my alarm and shivered a little, realizing that I was completely naked. I climbed out of bed and made my way to the bathroom to start getting ready for my day. It was then that I remembered what had happened the night before, and I looked down to see my naked pubic area. It felt weird, but I actually didn’t mind it. I showered and brushed my teeth and got dressed and headed out to catch the bus. As I was running out the door I remembered to grab the anal plug off my dresser and shove it into my backpack. When I got to my office on campus I had 15 minutes before Professor Matthews’ class. I opened up my desk drawer and saw the uniform sitting there. It was at this point that I realized that I had put on a pretty skimpy thong when I got dressed this morning, which meant putting on that outfit was going to show everyone just about everything they could imagine. With that I decided there was no way I was going to put the outfit on, but hoping that maybe it would keep me out of trouble, I headed to the bathroom to insert the anal plug.

I had never ever had anything in my anus before. The thought of anal sex always grossed me out so I never let any of my boyfriends do that. I looked at the plug, to me it looked huge but I was sure this was just a very small one. I decided to just suck it up and get it over with, so after a few minutes I managed to get it in. I pulled my panties back up and my jeans overtop, grabbed my books from my office and headed towards the lecture hall.

I was a couple of minutes early and there were only a few other students there already. I made my way to the front of the room and sat down, feeling the plug enter me more deeply as I sat. ‘Ok’ I thought, ‘I have done 2 of the 3 things Professor Matthews instructed of me, I really hope this is enough to stay out of trouble’. After a minute the Professor entered the room, walked straight to the front, turned around to face me and glared. It was that piercing stare again. I mouthed the words “I’m sorry Sir” realizing that he was not happy with me. That was probably the longest lecture I have ever had in my life; however, as it began to get near the end I could feel my heart start to beat faster and I could feel a dampness building between my legs. I knew that it was only a few minutes before I would be ordered to his office for my inspection, and similar to last night, I was becoming aroused despite my mind.

As I was packing up my books after class Professor Matthews approached me. He told me I had 10 minutes to go and get my uniform and be in his office. I had to rush but I made it there in 8 minutes and knocked on his door. He told me to enter and close the door which I did immediately. I stood in the middle of his office, facing his desk as he proceeded to organize some of the items on his desk. After a few minutes he looked up at me and began to speak; “Miss McLean, I thought we were clear that you were to do exactly as instructed without hesitation. I am pleased that you sat where you were told to sit, and I am hoping for your sake that you are wearing your plug, which I am fairly certain you are based on the level of fidgeting you were doing throughout the lecture; however, you did not wear your uniform and that displeases me greatly”. I stood there meekly, not removing my gaze from a spot on the floor. I was hoping he would allow me to explain why I did not wear the uniform but I was too scared to ask.

“Place your uniform on your desk in the corner Missy; we will deal with your punishment for not obeying my orders yet again in just a few moments. First I am going to teach you what to do when you hear me speak a few words. Over time we will add more, but for now we will start with just three.” He paused for a moment, staring at me as he had done so many times over the last couple of days, making me feel like I was shrinking in his presence. “Ok Missy, when you hear me say the word ‘present’ you are expected to place yourself in front of me and push your pants down to your ankles or pull your skirt up to your waist so I have a perfect view of the panties you are wearing. Lets practice that right now. Present Missy”. I did as I was told, I was already in the middle of the room directly in front of him, so I unbuckled my belt and slid my pants down to my ankles and stood back up straight with my hands at my sides. “Very good slave” he said. “Now, the next command you are to know is ‘display’. When you hear this order you will push your panties down below your knees and stand straight with your hands resting at your sides, just as you have them right now. Understood Missy?” I nodded and said “yes Sir”. He smiled and said “good, then display for me Madison”. I complied by slipping my skimpy grey thong down past my knees and stood back up straight.

Professor Matthews stood up from his desk and walked around it so he was directly in front of me. His presence that close to me was overwhelming and I could feel the dampness forming between my legs again. I looked at the floor as he began to circle around me, inspecting my now bald pubic area and my behind. I felt his hand on my bum as he pulled my cheeks apart, exposing the base of the plug which was still inserted deep into my anus. He pulled on it slightly, chuckling as he did. I remained silent as he continued to poke and inspect me completely. After a moment he began to speak. “You are wet again Missy. Obviously you are enjoying my control over you more than you had expected, am I correct?” I nodded and replied “yes Sir”. I saw him smile.

“Ok young lady, one more word you are to learn right now, we will work on more later on. When you hear me instruct you to kneel you will immediately drop to your knees. Your thighs will be parted and your bottom resting on your heels. Your head will be up but your eyes will be lowered in respect. Your mouth will be partially open and your hands resting on your thighs, palms up. Let’s try it now Missy; kneel before me slave”. As soon as the command was given I dropped to my knees and followed his orders exactly. I remained in that position for several minutes until Professor Matthews ordered me to stand and get dressed.

“I am pleased at your willingness to obey this morning Madison. You have done everything as instructed thus far today with the exception of wearing your uniform. After seeing your skimpy thong I agree that you will not be wearing it throughout the day as it is bound to get you into trouble. It will remain here on your school girl desk until you arrive at 3:30 for your study session, for which you will wear it. Don’t forget you will be coming with me at the end of the day and spending the night at my house. Oh, and I want you to keep that plug in as long as possible. I know you must be starting to get uncomfortable with it since you were so tight, but I want to see how long you can wear it for. You will not remove the plug yourself. When you can no longer handle having it in you will come back here to my office and I will remove it for you, understood Missy?” Again, I nodded and replied “yes Sir”.

Chapter 5

I had 5 minutes to reach Professor Matthews’ office, I had to rush to make it by 3:30. I couldn’t believe that I, a 28 year old PhD candidate was rushing like a school girl heading to the Principal’s office.  What was happening to me?  I had been damp between my legs all day in anticipation of this afternoon’s meeting and yet I dreaded the meeting.

I arrived at his office door at exactly 3:29, out of breath from the running, but I waited until it is exactly 3:30 before I knocked. I am not sure why I waited; only that Professor Matthews indicated he wanted to see me at exactly 3:30.

KNOCK! KNOCK!

I heard the words “Come in young lady.”  I did so quickly but quietly and saw the Professor sitting behind his huge desk marking papers. His eyes were lowered, and not seeing a chair, I stood in the middle of the room awaiting his command.  After some 10 minutes I begin to rock back and forth, which was quickly noticed by Professor Matthews.  “Miss McLean stop fidgeting or I will put you over my knee. You are in enough trouble.”

“Yes Sir.”  I heard myself say instinctively.

“Young lady present for me, maybe that will take your mind off your rocking.”  Professor Matthews says.

I couldn’t believe this but I decided I best comply.  My hands went to my waist and I unbuttoned my jeans pulling them down in one motion until they were resting at my ankles, revealing my grey cotton thong.  My hands went behind my back, resting in the small of my back clasped together.  Professor Matthews then came around to the front of his desk looking intently at me.  “Missy you are going to move in with me tonight and starting tomorrow I will select your panties.”

“But Professor that is impossible, what will I tell my roommate?”  I ask.  “No need to concern yourself Missy, I have already made the arrangements. All of your things are at my house as we speak.”

“But…. But... Sir”  I began to stutter.

“Enough young lady, it is completed.  I have informed your family and the administration.”

I could hardly believe this, standing in front of him with my jeans at my ankles, being told I am moving to his home with him in full control.   “Okay Missy let’s check your plug. Display for me and touch your toes.” I hear him say.   At these words I began to sob slightly, knowing what was to come.  I removed the plug at lunch time without notifying the Professor or visiting his office.

My mind was swimming with everything that had just happened, but I complied and lowered my grey thong to my knees. Bending forward, I reached down and touched my toes. Professor Matthews began to slowly walk behind me, admiring me as I was jack-knifed in half with my hands touching my toes, my bare bum fully on display. I felt my face beginning to turn red as a tear rolled down my face. He slowly spread my cheeks with his thumbs embarrassing me even more. “No plug young lady?”

“No Sir” I answered quickly and felt a slap on my right cheek.

“Another case of disobedience Missy?”  He stated as I felt the second swat land on my left cheek.

“Okay young lady you need another spanking I see.  Get the desk chair from your desk and place it sideways to the door and be quick.”  I quickly waddled over to the straight-backed chair, my panties still around my knees, and placed it as directed.  I watched Professor Matthews get the dreaded hairbrush and sit comfortably on the chair, and in one motion I was pulled over his lap, my bare bum high in the air like a schoolgirl.

I heard the clock strike 4:00 and at exactly the same time came a knock on the door. My bare bottom was facing the door, my nose I touching floor.  I felt my face turn red and my bare cheeks suddenly got goose bumps. I could feel my heart begin to race more than it already was.

‘No…..no’ I was thinking, when I heard the Professor say “Come in Melissa.”  It had to be my roommate Melissa Carlson, I was sure of it as I looked through my legs.  Sure enough, in she walked holding my ‘toy’ box filled with my vibrator, a dildo, plus KY among other things.

I now remembered that Melissa spent some time living with the Professor last semester and it seemed to help her as she was now getting straight ‘A’ grades in her Master’s program. I had never understood her turnaround from a party girl to a straight ‘A’ student.

Melissa was now standing there looking at my bare behind over the lap of Professor Matthews, and the strangest thing was that it didn’t seem to bother her, it was as if this was the most natural position in the world for a 28 year old. 

“Submit slave” I heard him command, and I watched as Melissa placed the box at Professor Matthew’s feet, raised her skirt over her hips, lowered her little girl white cotton panties, knelt and placed her forehead on the ground with her bare bum high in the air.  “Yes Master.”  She said calmly as if it was the most fitting thing to say.

“Very good slave, you may now leave.”  Melissa rose from her position, pulled up her panties and let her skirt fall over her hips.  Before leaving she faced Professor Matthews and said “Thank you Master” as she curtsied, then turned and headed back out of the office.

This entire time I had remained in position for my spanking. After Melissa left he said to me “Young lady I am going to tan your bum with this hairbrush until you cry, then you will change into your schoolgirl outfit, study for an hour and we will then go home. You will wear your school girl outfit home.  Is that clear young lady?”

There was nothing I could do but say the usual “yes Sir” as I felt another tear roll down my face. I don’t know how long the spanking actually lasted. I just know that my bottom was very sore, and that I was crying like a little girl, apologizing over and over again, promising to be a good girl and begging Professor Matthews to stop. Eventually he did, but he held me in the same position until I had finally started to calm down. Once I had stopped crying he instructed me to get up, put on my uniform and to get busy studying. He made his way back over to his desk and watched as I got changed into my school girl uniform. Once I was seated with my books open he resumed marking the papers which had kept him busy when I first entered his office. The entire time I was sitting at the desk my bum felt like it was on fire from the spanking, and I still had the occasional tear run down my cheek as I tried to focus on my studies.

After what seemed like ages, Professor Matthews began to pack up for the evening and instructed me to pack up my books also. It really wasn’t that late, only about 5:30, but I was exhausted from everything that had happened today. I followed the Professor out of the building to his car, one stride behind him the entire time, not saying a word, carrying my box of ‘toys’. I climbed into the passenger seat, trying my best to pull my skirt down to cover up as much as possible. The 20 minute drive to his house was made in silence. My mind was reeling and I was overwhelmed, but he didn’t seem to mind my aimless staring out the window. When we pulled up to his house I followed him inside. It was beautiful, hardwood floors, fancy artwork, the whole deal. “Follow me” he instructed as he lead me up the stairs. We entered into a room; it was filled with all of my stuff. He hadn’t been lying when he told me my stuff was being moved to his house.

“Now Missy, you will no longer have need for any of this. I will provide you with your clothes each day and you will not have permission to waste time on the computer or watching television while in my house. If you are a good girl you may earn the privilege of having some of these items returned to you, but in the mean time this room is off limits.” With that he pulled me back out of the room, closed and locked the door, placing the key into his pocket. Again, I did not even respond, I just stared at the floor awaiting my next instruction. I felt completely and utterly defeated.

Next he led me into another room, which contained very few items. In fact, the only pieces of furniture in the room were a small bed against one wall, and an empty small desk in the corner. I looked at Professor Matthews and was about to say something when he raised his hand to stop me. “This is your room Madison. If you are a good girl you may eventually have more in here than there is now. For now you do not need more than this.” The spanking I had received earlier must have made me realize it wasn’t worth fighting with him, because I simply nodded in response. I felt him staring at me for several minutes when he finally said “it looks like you need a lesson in manners Missy. Usually someone says thank you for being provided with all they need to live. I can see you still have a long way to go”. I quickly apologized for my ignorance and thanked the professor for providing me with a room and a bed and a house to live in, although I knew it was too late and that I would pay for it later sometime.

“Come” I heard professor Matthews command, and I followed him down the stairs. As we walked past the front entrance way he picked up my box of ‘toys’ which had been placed there when we entered, and he led me into the living room. He sat himself in a large leather armchair and pointed for me to move in front of him. “Kneel slave” he commanded. I did as I was told, kneeling just as he had taught me earlier today. One item at a time he began to go through the box, making me explain when and why I had purchased each item, and how frequently I used them. I was mortified that he was making me do this, but I just had no fight left in me after such a stressful day, and thus I answered everything he asked without hesitation.

To be continued...