January 4, 2013-
I would like to say that I slept soundly last night, but that was not to be. There was so much information floating around in my brain that I couldn’t get to sleep to save my life. After several hours of fitful sleep I finally just decided to get up and take a stroll around the campus. I pulled on a pair of sweat pants and donned a light jacket, then stepped out into the cool night air. It was nice and quiet, much different than earlier in the day. I knew that the morning would bring a much different picture, especially since the classes would start once more, so I had better enjoy it while it lasted.
The quiet didn’t last as long I was hoping it would though. No sooner did I round the corner of one of the dormitories than I found one of our young students crawling out of her bedroom window. I glanced at my watch, 2:32 am, and I knew she was definitely up to no good. I didn’t say a word, just went and stood directly behind her, watching as she wiggled her plump ass out the window and drop to the ground. You would have thought she had seen Death himself when she turned and saw me standing there. The blood curdling scream she let out would have woken even the dead, but since there was no cemetery on the property she only managed to wake up the surrounding rooms.
One by one all the lights came on and blinds were opened as young ladies peered out the window to see what was happening. It didn’t take long for Miss Davenport to come racing out of the dorm to where we were standing. Apparently she only had time to don a thin robe and as she rushed towards us, I got an eyeful of her pale white legs and her low cut robe exposed most of her large breasts. Her red hair was in a disheveled shape, and despite just being woken up, she still looked like a tasty morsel just begging to be sampled.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Perry,” she said as she approached, slightly out of breath. Her chest was heaving from her running out to join us, and it was very obvious that she wasn’t a bra. Very obvious…
“There was no reason to rush, Miss Davenport,” I replied calmly. “It seems one of our young ladies didn’t like her accommodations very much.”
I turned to the young woman and took stock of who I was dealing with. She was a short, plump Latina, with long brown hair, big brown eyes and full fat lips. I could see a look of defiance in her eyes that I was going to love to break. At least she had sense enough to put on a jacket before trying to climb out of her room.
“Name?” I said to the defiant girl.
“Rosa,” she replied. “Rosa Gonzalez.”
“Rosa Gonzalez, sir,” I corrected her.
“Rosa Gonzalez, sir,” she repeated with a roll of her eyes.
“Miss Davenport, please get the rest of the ladies settled back down. I will be taking Miss Gonzalez back to my office with me to decide on her punishment.”
“Yes, Mr. Perry,” she said and then shot a stern look at the girl. “Do you need me, sir?”
“You can join us afterwards if you like.”
“Thank you, sir,” she replied and quickly went back into the dorms.
I grabbed young Miss Gonzalez by her elbow and escorted her back to my office. To give her some credit, she didn’t put up much of a fight and actually managed to keep her mouth shut the entire walk to my office.
“Sit down,” I commanded her when we got back inside, directing her to a chair in front of my office desk.
I sat down opposite her and searched through my files for her record. Once I found it, I pulled it out and began perusing the contents. When I was done, I looked across at her with raised eyebrows.
“So… Miss Gonzalez,” I stated in a firm tone. “I see here that you have an extensive record of breaking and entering. You were given a choice of coming here, or going to a women’s prison in Texas. Would you rather be there instead of here?”
“No…” she said with a defiant attitude.
“Let’s try this again… Would you rather be there instead of here?”
“No… sir,” she said, a little less defiant now.
“Where were you going?”
“Excuse me?” I said, once again raising my eyebrows at her.
“Outside, sir. I wanted to go outside.”
“Well… I wanted to get away, to get out of here,” she said, and I actually admired her truthfulness. As an afterthought she added a “sir.”
“Well, Miss Gonzalez,” I said in a calm, steady voice. “You can get out of here. I can have you on a bus to the Texas prison by tomorrow morning.”
“No!” she shouted, a look of panic on her face. “No, sir, I would do anything to keep from having to go there.”
“Well, you have to be punished…” I stopped when I heard a knock on my office door. “Enter…”
In walked Miss Davenport, a little more put together than she was earlier, but still slightly disheveled. But, given the hour of night it was, that was to be expected. I caught her up to speed on what had transpired over the last several minutes and then directed her to take seat in the chair next to Rosa.
“We were just discussing her punishment, Miss Davenport,” I said calmly. “She doesn’t want to be sent to the women’s prison in Texas, so I was about to mete out her punishment instead.”
I stood up and walked across the room to one of the boxes I had yet to unpack. Opening it, I pulled out a hard leather paddle about 10 inches long with a braided handle. Rosa’s eyes grew large when I turned towards her and motioned for her to stand up.
“Drop your jeans too, Miss Gonzalez,” I directed her with a wave of my hand.
“My… my… pants?” she managed to stutter out.
“It is either you take your punishment this way, or I send you off to Texas on the first bus. Let me tell you, what they would do to you down there is much worse than what is about to happen.”
She swallowed a hard lump in her throat, looking back and forth between Miss Davenport and myself. Miss Davenport waved her hand towards Rosa’s pants as if to say, “might as well get it over with.” Finally, she reluctantly undid her jeans and let them fall to the ground, standing there with her panties exposed.
“Turn and face the desk,” I commanded in a stern voice. Once she had turned and faced the desk, I told her to pull her panties down and bend over. She looked at me again with wide eyes and then with a tear forming she slowly lowered them to just beneath her asscheeks. Leaning forward, she caught herself on the desk.
I have to admit, seeing her like that definitely turned me on. She had a nice plump ass. It was so full and tan. Her pussy lips were sticking out from between her legs, and any other time I would have wanted to dive in between them. Now, however, there was a punishment to mete out.
I crossed over and stood next to her, running my hand over her smooth ass cheek gently. As soon as my hand touched her, she let out a yelp, anticipating the worst. I raised the paddle up and pressed it against her backside, letting her feel the hard leather pressed against her naked flesh. She literally trembled beneath the touch of the paddle, her knees growing weak from anticipation of the pain to come.
“10 whacks,” I said to Miss Davenport over my shoulder. “Count for me.”
“Yes, sir,” she nodded.
I raised my hand back, leveling the paddle with her plump asscheeks and then brought it down with a hard “WHACK”. The girl yelped out in pain as the paddle slapped her right cheek hard, making it jiggle and bounce. The next blow landed on her left cheek as I alternated back and forth between the two. The sounds of her yelps and moans for me to stop brought me to a heightened state of arousal. I could feel my thick cock beginning to stir in my sweatpants, like it was trying to find its way out into the open.
By the time I reached 9, I was fully erect. My cock jutting against the fabric of the sweat pants, plain as day to Miss Davenport. When I hit “10″, I stopped and adjusted myself, giving Miss Davenport a wink when a small smile formed on her lips.
“Pull your pants up, Miss Gonzalez,” I said to the young lady as tears flowed freely down her cheeks.
“Yes, sir,” she whimpered softly.
“Miss Gonzalez, starting tomorrow, I expect you to be in my office everyday at 5pm sharp for the next 7 days. You will receive the same punishment every day. At the end of the 7 days, we will discuss whether you will be allowed to stay at the Academy. Understood?”
“Yes, sir,” she managed to gulp out. Once she was straightened up, I told Miss Davenport to take her back to her room.
“Do you want me to come back?” she asked. “To… discuss anything…”
“Not tonight, Miss Davenport,” I replied. “But… I do want you here every time Miss Gonzalez receives her punishment. It is only proper.”
“Yes, sir,” she replied and then led Rosa back to her room.
“Well… that was an interesting way to start my tenure here,” I said to myself as I collapsed on the office chair just vacated by Miss Davenport. Still turned on, I once again had to take matters into my own hands. I could have told Miss Davenport to return to my apartment later, but I wanted her to wait. When I finally have Miss Davenport, I want her to be begging me for it.
The rest of the day was rather uneventful, just a lot of paper shuffling and administrative duties. You know the deal, kissing up to the local government and making certain the place is running properly. By the time evening rolled around, I was pretty much exhausted. But that is what happens when you don’t sleep much and then are busy from 2am onwards. What a stimulating job!
Until tomorrow, my faithful journal…