Drunk and Disorderly

It was a quaint little university town. Town was the wrong word. It was more like the university with a few farmhouses, and a small pub. Barely a village. But it was the best place to go to study Latin.

Larry checked the pigeon holes on Saturday afternoon looking for the cheque from his parents, making sure he had enough time for the painkillers and water to take the edge off his hangover. He had insisted on buying drinks for his entire dorm, and made sure he made the grovelling phone call well before he set out to the pub.

No cheque though. A letter formally requesting his appearance at six that evening for a disciplinary hearing about his drunken conduct the previous night. Failure to attend would result in his expulsion. He had no choice but go to the head of his course and see what happened next.



Six O'clock and Larry knocked on the heavy oak door of Miss Darwen, the Latin mistress. The thought of the “Latin Mistress” always made him laugh, even if she terrified him when she led the class.

“Enter”

He opened the door, finding it even heavier than it looked. Miss Darwen was sat behind her desk, hair pulled back into a tight pony tail, eyes glaring at him. He's in trouble. Big Trouble.

“Take a seat Lawrence” , Miss Darwen instructs.

“While you can.” a voice murmurs behind him. Larry looks round and sees Mrs Risley, the deputy head of the course leaning against the wall.

“Lawrence, “ Miss Darwen says, getting up from behind the desk and walking round to perch on the front edge, “you understand that we are perfectly within our rights to expel you from the course, and escort you from the premises immediately for what you did last night”.

“Yes mistress”. Larry frantically tries not to laugh at what he said, but can do nothing about the smile appearing on his face.

“However, we can make a special provision because of a university regulation that allows alternative action to be taken.”

“Whats the alternative?”, still grinning.

“Corporal punishment”.

“What? You are going to spank me, or boot me off the course?”

“Basically, yes, that is the situation. You can either leave immediately or take the punishment”.

“You want to put me across your knee. Ok then. Lets do it”.

“Not quite. Strip.”

“Everything?”

“Yes, or you will have to leave your course and be escorted from the premises.”

He shrugs. “Fine, whatever”, still grinning. He knows he looks good naked, and the more people who get to see his six pack the better. In fact, that's part of what got him here in the first place. Streaking across university grounds is fun, but not a good idea for a freshman.

It doesn't take him long to get naked, throwing his shirt and pants on the chair where he was sat, shoes and socks left kicked off at the foot of the chair. The boxers come off last, and he doesnt mind taking them off, the little bit of excitement he feels enhancing an already impressive package.

“Have you got the case Mrs Risley?” Miss Darwen says, pulling out two blanking plates from the desk, revealing the handcuffs hidden below.

“Here it is”, picking up a ornate wooden box, a little like a big snooker or pool cue case “Which one should we use?”

“Number three. Its the best for what we need today. Lawrence, on the desk, face down. Now!”

He moves to comply pressing his chest into the cold mahogany surface. He can feel his arousal building, and is quite glad he is face down at the moment.

“Last chance Lawrence. You can either quit now or take your punishment.”

“I think he wants to take his punishment Miss Darwen. He's stood to attention”.

“Shit.” Larry lets the word slip. He's really turned on by this, and that bitch Mrs Risley is leaning over to check out his cock. He's about to be cuffed, naked and spanked. And someone is checking out Little Larry. The guys at the rugby club better not find out about this.

Crunch. Crunch. The ratchets of the cuffs grip, and now he is helpless.

Woosh. Woosh.

“I'll let Mrs Risley take the lead here. She is a little more accurate than I am”. Miss Darwen looks up, a wry smile appearing on her face.

Damn. They must do this a lot here.

AAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!

The first stroke falls totally unexpected, making him feel a line of searing pain across both buttocks.

AAAAAARRRRGHHHHHHHHH!

The second stroke falls quickly after.

Jeez. That was not fun. He felt like his ass was on fire, and he could hear Mrs Risley change position for the next stroke. Looking up Miss Darwen has taken her glasses off, holding them in her mouth, her eyes gazing longingly into the distance. Is she getting off on this?

WHACK. WHACK.

Two strokes once again in rapid succession, vertically on the left buttock. Larry just grunts and grits his teeth this time. Heavy Breathing. Miss Darwen is breathing deeper. Shit. She is getting off on this. Little Larry hasn't changed his mind yet. He's still standing to attention. Damn.

A slight shuffle gives Larry enough time to brace this time. He cannot help it, he tense.

WHACK. WHACK.

AAAAAARRRRGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!

That one fucking hurt. He pulls on the cuffs and they mark his wrists with the tension. Deep breathing. That will bring you back. Deep breathing.

“I'll do you a deal. You are due another four strokes. But if you allow Miss Darwen to use her makeup on you, we will stop with the cane. It will be just a bit of lipstick.”

“OK, OK, I'll do it”. The throbbing of his buttocks made up his mind for him before he could think of what the teachers could do to him.

Miss Darwen reaches into the drawer, and pulls out a bright red lipstick, and uncaps it. Larry cranes his head up, puckering, ready for his full lips to be painted red.

“Its not for your face Lawrence. You go first Mrs Risley”. Miss Darwen passes the lipstick over.

“But it wont be a fair contest. You have just given me the advantage”

Miss Darwen starts walking round behind Larry. “Winning isn't everything Mrs Risley.”

He couldn't see what was going on, but he could feel the two of them taking it in turns writing on his left buttock with the lipstick.

“I win that one Miss Darwen”. Larry feels a single long line being drawn. “You need to win this one, or you know the consequences”.

“Indeed I do, Mrs Risley. Indeed I do”

Then they started taking it in turns writing on his right butt cheek with the lipstick. Then another long line, sending a little surge of pain through Larry as it crosses the harder strokes.

“You have indeed won Mrs Risley. You can take the mementos of our contest.”

Flash. They are taking pictures of his ass graffiti. Damn. What the hell did they write on him.

“Dont forget the one for Lawrence”

Flash. They're taking one to give to him? What did they do on his ass?

“We'll get you released Lawrence”, says Miss Darwen, unlocking the cuffs and then handing him a developing polaroid.

Whats that on his ass? O's and X's. The bitches had been playing noughts and crosses on his ass. He stands there, frozen on the picture, Little Larry standing to attention, humiliated, his buttocks feeling as if they are on fire. And then he grins ear to ear. Wow. What a feeling.

“Lawrence, I dont think you will be able to get your pants back on for a while, so, gather your things, and collect the robe in the side room. You will exit through the door in there and return to university life. You can consider your punishment taken, although if you do anything like your drunken behavour or your streaking again, you will have to be punished again. Do you understand Lawrence?”

“Yes Miss Darwen”

Mrs Risley pipes up: “and try not to poke anyones eye out with that thing”. Larry still sported his massive erection.

“You lost Miss Darwen” says Mrs Risley, pulling out a thinner cane from the case. “Did we agree on six strokes or eight?”

“Six, Mrs Risley. Lets not get too carried away” replies Miss Darwen, unzipping her skirt.

Turning his head at he went through the door, Larrys last sight was of his teachers perfect bottom sticking up in the air as she was bent over the desk, and Mrs Risley flexing the cane.