Dr. Marker Punishes A Peeper
by Christian
Jason’s chest felt tight as he sat waiting in the outer office. Across from him, Mrs. Arbogast sat at her desk typing. He knew that she had the answers to his questions.
“Is it true?” His voice was faint.
“Is what true?” She knew what he meant, of course. Many students waiting for Dr. Marker had asked her the same question in the same way.
“The stories, you know. About what happens in there. To guys who get caught doing something they shouldn’t.”
“What stories?” His reply was cut short by the buzzer. “She’s ready for you.”
Jason stood and opened the door with Maria Marker, Ph. D. engraved on it in gold. Mrs. Arbogast watched as he passed and noticed the way his jeans indicated the firm contours of his young behind. She hoped that Dr. Marker would not forget to leave the intercom on.
Dr. Marker was seated at her desk. She seemed too young to be the Dean of Students. Her dark eyes were accented by thin eyebrows that arched like cracking whips. As Jason entered, she indicated a chair in front of her desk. “Sit down.”
Jason noticed as he prepared to sit that five young women were sitting on the opposite side of the room. He recognized them; they were members of the Swinburne College’s cheerleading squad. Dr. Marker introduced them. “These young ladies would like some answers.”
“I’d like to say I’m really sorry . . . “
She cut him off. “There’ll be time for sorry later. You will be sorry then, I promise.” She paused and noticed that Jason was beginning to quiver ever so slightly. “Did you drill the hole?”
“No, ma’am.”
“Who did?”
“I don’t know. It’s been there awhile.”
“I see. So others use it?”
“Yes.”
“How often have you used it?”
“It was my first time.” He was lying but hoping that it would count for something.
“And you saw these young ladies in the shower?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“And you . . . amused yourself as you watched their naked bodies?” He had been caught with his dick in his hand.
“Yes.” The girls giggled and whispered.
“You know you can be expelled for this?”
“Yes, ma’am. Please don’t—I’m really sorry—I promise I’ll never do it again. I swear to God.”
“Don’t you think you deserve to be punished? Don’t you know how wrong what you did was?”
“Yes, ma’am. It was wrong—very wrong. I’ll never do it again, I swear.”
“I believe you. I think I can be lenient in this case and allow you to remain a student. There will be no need for your parents or anyone outside this office to know about this matter. But this leaves us with the question of a suitable punishment.” Dr. Marker knew the stories that were campus legends, and she loved to watch a young man squirm as he thought about the things he’d heard. “You deserved to be punished, don’t you?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Dr. Marker stood and walked past the girls, who were smiling broadly and sucking at their bottom lips in anticipation. She opened an ornate wooden cabinet and extracted a thick leather strap. Jason stared at it as she walked toward him and sat on the end of the desk. “Do you know what this is?” Unable to speak, he shook his head. “It’s called a tawse. It’s used to punish schoolchildren in Scotland. Heavy, isn’t it?”
His shaking hand felt the thick leather that split into two long flappers. It was heavy. “Yes.” His voice was a low gasp.
“You have a choice. You can leave now and be expelled for your crime, or you can take your punishment from this tawse. What will it be?”
He didn’t have any choice. The shame of expulsion from a prestigious school would follow him around forever, and what would his parent say? “The tawse.” There was a long pause. “Please.”
“I want you to stand up and take off your clothes.” Jason looked up in surprise. “You didn’t mind seeing these young ladies without their clothes. I think your punishment should give them a chance to balance the scales.” She let that sink in. “Oh, yes, they’ll be staying to watch. Once you’re naked, lean over the desk where I’m sitting now. Understood?”
“Yes, ma’am.” Jason stood and began to undress. He tried not to look any of the women present in the eye. His shirt fell to the floor. Putting off the inevitable, he kicked off his shoes and peeled off his socks. With a deep breath, he unfastened his jeans and pushed them down. He stood still for a moment in purple Speedo briefs.
Dr. Marker stood up. “C’mon. We haven’t got all day.”
Jason slipped his underwear to the floor. There were snickers and whispers as his genitals appeared. Dr. Marker smiled. “Ladies, please, he can’t help it.” More laughter. “Over the desk, Jason.”
He leaned over and gripped the edge of the desk. Dr. Marker snapped the tawse against her left palm; Jason’s muscles stiffened. “Ouch. I’ll let you know, Jason, that I’m not at all impressed by pleading or tears. You’ll get your full and just punishment regardless, so try to take it without much fuss.”
She let him wait a moment more before raising the tawse and snapping it down fast and firm. !SMACK! The girls gasped, and a small yelp hissed through Jason’s clenched teeth. !SMACK! Jason had never felt a pain like burned so hot and deep before. !SMACK! The leather flappers curled around his buttcheek and bit like vipers.
In the outer office, Mrs. Arbogast felt flushed and light-headed. Through the intercom she could hear the sharp crack of the thick leather against soft flesh and the muffled groans that grew more desperate with each blow. She imagined Jason’s taut bare buttocks turning pinker and pinker as he writhed and twitched and hoped that Dr. Marker would show him no mercy.
Jason’s hands sought to cover his ass for the second time. As the tawse snapped against his knuckles, Dr. Marker growled, “Damn it, boy, we cannot have that. Sarah,” she said to the leader of the cheerleading squad, “come over here and hold his hands down.”
Sarah walked around the desk and pressed Jason’s wrists hard against the wood. Her heart thumped out of control. As Jason flexed and strained with each slap of the tawse, Sarah felt a dampness grow between her thighs. As she looked down at his anguished face across from her crotch, she wondered if he could tell how excited she was by his punishment.
“Hold him tight, Sarah. I intend to show him what happens to bad boys who cover their bottoms.” Dr. Marker raised the strap high and snapped it down hard. !CRACK! Jason yelped and Sarah felt an electric shock go from his body to hers. Her moist lips mouthed the word “harder” as Dr. Marker drew the tawse back behind her head. The older woman saw the cheerleader’s desire and smiled as she swung the strap down with relish. !CRACK!
Jason screamed. His knees quivered like cranberry sauce shaken from a can, and, coincidentally, his bare ass was beginning to take on a cranberry hue. “Oh, p-p-please, mercy.”
“Mercy, eh? Let’s ask one of the girls you wronged. Sarah, do you think he’s had enough?” Dr. Marker knew from the feral glint in the girl’s eyes what answer she would get.
Jason looked up through his tears into Sarah’s glistening sly smile. “No, ma’am, I think he needs a bit more.”
“Hear that, boy. She’s not quite satisfied yet. Guess she figures the view you got of her in the shower is more expensive than you do. How many more should we give him?”
Sarah looked over to her friends. One held up three fingers; another, five; the third, ten. Although she was tempted to add them together, Sarah simply picked the largest number. “Ten.”
“Oooo, that is a high price. Hope you think it was worth it when we’re done.”
The truth of the matter was that Sarah and the others knew the peephole was there. They took turns showering directly in front of it and putting on a show for whoever might be watching. Today had been Sarah’s turn, and her heart had raced as she bent over with the peephole behind her and soaped herself slowly between the legs. That thrill, however, paled before this one: seeing Jason pay for watching her make love to a bar of Zest.
“Sarah, count the strokes for me, please.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Dr. Marker’s right arm made a swift, fluid move ending in a sharp snap of her wrist and the leather smacked quivering pink flesh. Jason squealed through clenched teeth; he began to whimper. “One.”
“Look at this pitiful specimen, girls, crying like a baby.” !CRACK!
“Two. He does seem to be making a lot of fuss.”
“No wonder he has to peep at girls.” !CRACK!
“Three. I’d certainly never let him touch me. I only like real men.”
“Pity. He probably won’t be seeing much woman-flesh after this story gets around.” !CRACK!
“Four. I should say not! Isn’t that right, girls?” The other cheerleaders all laughed in agreement.
“Half-way there. Have to make this one count.” !!!CRACK!!! Jason jumped and howled.
“Oh, my, that was a good one. I think the last five should all be like that.”
“Maybe you’d like to try your hand at it?”
“Really?”
“I don’t see why not. Assuming Jason doesn’t mind. Do you mind, Jason?”
Unsure what to say, he didn’t answer. “I think he’s fallen asleep. Jason, I suggest you respond because you won’t like how I wake you up. Who do you want to give you the last five smacks—me or Sarah?”
“Sarah.” Jason observed that Dr. Marker obviously knew how to make each stroke sting; he figured that Sarah would not have such a practiced hand.
Sarah released his hands and walked around behind him. She got her first good look at the sunrise that Dr. Marker had painted on Jason’s pale flesh. The curve of each cheek was roasted to a pleasant reddish pink.
Dr. Marker handed Sarah the tawse. The girl was surprised at its weight. She flicked it back and forth in the air, admiring the fluidity of its motion. Dr. Marker smiled, recognizing a younger self in Sarah. “Go ahead. Give him the last five good and hard.”
“Shouldn’t someone hold his hands?”
“I think he can remember to keep them on the desk. He wouldn’t want us to have to repeat any of these licks.”
Sarah drew the tawse back and smacked it down on Jason’s exposed rear. He grunted with both pain and relief—it wasn’t as hard as the others.
“No, Sarah, you’re swinging from your shoulder. You need to use your arm and wrist to give it the right snap,” Dr. Marker advised. She swept her arm through the air to demonstrate.
Sarah mimicked the movement for the second stroke. It landed with more force and won a yelp from the recipient. “Much better. Don’t forget to snap the wrist.”
As she took aim at the bare bottom that waited submissively for her to hurt it, Sarah realized that she had never felt so powerful or been so aroused. She knew that as soon as Jason’s punishment was over, she would go to her room and ride her vibrator to the most intense orgasm of her life. !!CRACK!!
The moist fire burning between her legs was almost too much to bear. She drove her fourth stroke home swift and hard. !!CRACK!! Jason spat out a high-pitched little squeal. She made the last one count. !!!CRACK!!!
For a moment everyone stood frozen. Sarah felt her pulse throbbing in her neck and licked lips salty with sweat. Dr. Marker took the tawse from her hand and returned it to the cabinet. The other four girls left whispering and giggling; they would hurry to tell what they had seen. Jason’s punishment would become part of campus folklore.
Dr. Marker smiled, and Sarah realized that the dean could read the arousal glowing in her face. Sarah turned and left quietly to hurry back to her dorm room. Jason stood awkwardly and dressed with difficulty. Mrs. Arbogast savored Jason’s pained stagger as he stumbled out of the office. Each time his jeans rubbed his rump he sucked air noisily between clenched teeth.
Another boy waited nervously in the outer office. After seeing the procession depart, he didn’t bother to ask if the rumors were true.
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