Lily's Biology Lesson

Note: This story is all true up until the spanking part, I have long dreamed of it ending this way and so wrote the story, enjoy! :-) .. .. First day of a new semester was always exciting for Lily. She had noticed that every semester was the same, excitement and enthusiasm on the first day and exhaustion and the feeling of just wanting it all over by the end. Still, knowing how it would end didn’t dampen the excitement for something new to begin. Would her teachers be cool and interesting or would they be jerks and make the whole thing much harder than it should be? Would she be stimulated or bored by these new classes? .. .. First class of the day was General Biology. Lily had already taken two science classes and a lab, which she thought fulfilled the requirement for her degree, but had been told she should still take a biology course to have a complete transcript. Her science professor for the other classes had been pretty awful and she definitely did not want any more classes with him. Fortunately biology was being offered with a different teacher. She had no idea who he (she?) was, so was curious to find out what it would be like. Eagerly she arrived to her classroom and took a seat in the front row. She used to always sit in the very back, not because she was a bad student, but because she was so shy, she was still shy but had come a long way and was proud of it! Now that she was almost ready to graduate she was finally a bit more comfortable and enjoying being a part of her classes, that’s life huh? .. .. Mr. R. breezed into the room just on time for class to begin, a man clearly quite a bit older than she (45 to her 27), slightly disheveled as the best professors tend to be, but tall, healthy, with a friendly and in charge demeanor. He didn’t have supermodel good looks, but Lily found him attractive, though she did not normally go for older men, so it was a bit confusing. Lily was mesmerized from the moment he started to speak. Her stomach flopped as he explained that this was not a class for biology beginners, there had been a mix-up with the school and they had given us the wrong books too. This wasn’t General Biology; it was Cell Biology at an advanced level. We shouldn’t be taking this class unless we were a science major because it would simply be too difficult. Well Lily had never taken biology at all, and wasn’t a science major in the sense he meant. But the class fit her schedule and she found his lecturing fascinating, he was so knowledgeable and passionate. She didn’t want to change her schedule so rationalized that she was technically a science major, psychology is a science, and how hard could it be? She was smart, she could do it, and she considered it a personal challenge. You see, Lily likes to bite off more than she can chew at times. .. .. It turned out that he was neither kidding nor exaggerating; the class was very intense and difficult! Many students dropped the class. It was especially difficult considering Lily had no knowledge of biology. Mr. R. was demanding of students, he had no problem showing annoyance if he felt someone wasn’t trying hard enough. He liked Lily though and was patient with her “stupid” questions. He taught her to use a microscope which was extremely enjoyable to her. He always tried to make sure she understood things and was not as harsh with her as was the way she heard him speak to others. He knew she didn’t have the background of the other students and wanted to do well. Though he had warned students to never be late lest he embarrass them in front of the class, when Lily was running late he never said a word, he even teased her a couple of times telling her she was right on time. He could probably tell she was sensitive and that the “hardass” tactic wouldn’t work very well. .. .. It was true, most of the time Lily responded best to kindness. In fact, though she was shy on the surface, she had a very hardheaded streak which did not respond well at all to people who would try to control or belittle her. She had been known to allow her grades to suffer in classes purely out of rebellion from disliking the way a teacher handled things. The exception of course was that Lily was into spanking. She loved when a dominant man would take control of her and spank her for being naughty, this was always her biggest fantasy since childhood, but of course her teachers never spanked her. She sensed a dominant vibe from Mr. R. and this only made her admire him that much more. .. .. As the semester went on she found the class to be grueling. There were tests every week, he called them quizzes but they were long difficult tests with a lot of essay questions, so if you didn’t know the answers you were pretty much screwed. You couldn’t BS answers because they generally involved a lot of words nobody but scientists have ever heard of, and there wasn’t even multiple choice for some chance of getting a right answer. He was a fair teacher and if you were at every class, took good notes, and studied them you would know the answers to the tests. Lily loved listening to him; she never missed a class and faithfully wrote down everything. The one thing she didn’t always do was study. It always showed very clearly in her score whether she had studied or not. When he would pass back the scores he would sometimes praise her, once he even whispered that her A was the high score for the class and he sounded so happy! She was elated that she could do so well in a subject where she had a disadvantage and because he was proud of her. When she didn’t study and received a low grade she knew she would receive a mild scolding and air of disappointment from him. For some reason he made her want to please him and she studied more than she normally would have to do well. .. .. Those tests sucked, but the worst thing about the class was the 10 page scientific research paper due at the end. Lily’s affinity for Mr. R. still could not rival her distaste for academic writing assignments. The same girl who could easily write pages and pages just for fun absolutely hated structured writing assignments and would always put them off till the last minute. Still, she always got good grades on her last minute papers so she wasn’t that concerned. Throughout the semester Mr. R. encouraged his students to get started on the paper, to choose their topic, start their research and write drafts, to consult him for help. Well Lily being Lily waited till the last possible minute to choose a topic. Then she researched it at the library, printed out the articles she would need to use, and left them sitting in the car, didn’t read them. She could do it later…and…later. .. .. Suddenly the end of semester was near. Lily decided to look over the material and start forming some ideas for the paper. Despite Mr. R’s warnings she didn’t think it would be that hard, she knew how to write papers. Well it turned out she was mistaken, she had no clue what these articles were talking about! They were so scientific and though she was reasonably good at English, she hadn’t the faintest clue as to what half of the words even meant! Just trying to read them made her head hurt. It was a week till the due date and she couldn’t understand her research material. Mr. R. had said he would not give help after a certain point which had passed, but Lily asked him if he could help her and he said yes, he would after class.

Once everyone else had left Mr. R. came to the table where Lily was sitting. He looked over her research and admitted that even he did not understand some of the articles she had found. This made her feel a bit better. He wrote down some ideas for her and underlined words for which she needed to look up definitions. It was all very helpful and gave her a good starting point, though it was clearly going to be difficult to figure it all out in one more week. When they had finished going over the material Lily got up to leave. .. .. Mr. R. had gone back to his podium, and then he hesitantly spoke to her. He told her he was very disappointed when students didn’t do their best. He said that he knew she was capable of having A’s on every test and didn’t understand why she hadn’t. He lectured her about putting off the paper and not studying enough. Lily was mortified. She very much liked and wanted to please this man and here he was annoyed with her. The way he was lecturing reminded her very much of a Dom! Surely he couldn’t have known she was into that, couldn’t have known that his personality had inspired many spanking fantasies for her. .. .. As Lily looked down and apologized for her poor study habits, Mr. R. could tell she was feeling submissive. Little did Lily know, Mr. R. was in fact a Dom. Though he had never sought involvement in “the scene” for professional reasons, he had always enjoyed it from a distance, watching videos, and reading stories. He had disciplined his ex-wives and always been the alpha male in his relationships. In fact, he had seen the spanking videos Lily had done which were posted online. He knew her secret though she did not know his. Lily had finally met her match in a professor; she was not used to this feeling. What happened next was something she was even less used to, in a school setting anyway. .. .. After about 5 minutes of lecturing during which he managed to mix praise and disappointment towards her Mr. R. beckoned Lily to come over to him. She was unsure why he would do so, but obeyed. He was a little bit worried as to whether he could get in trouble for this, but they were alone and from what he knew of Lily he thought that she would appreciate and benefit from it, and keep his secret. He looked into her eyes and told her she had been irresponsible, undisciplined, and naughty. He asked if she agreed. Lily blushed deeply and instinctively said, “Yes Sir.” That was exactly what he needed to hear to give him the courage to carry out his plan. Many times he had admired Lily’s curvaceous backside and imagined giving it a good spanking when he knew she was slacking a bit. His professionalism had held him back, but now he knew he had to take the opportunity or he would always regret it. He also truly believed she needed the motivation with her studies; he could tell that this had never happened to her before and that her teachers had never known how to handle her in order to get the best results of which he knew she was capable. .. .. His heart beat faster, as did hers, as he spoke his next words, “Young lady, you have not been doing your best and we both know it. Since you lack self discipline, I feel I have an obligation to handle this. Bend over my desk.” Lily was shocked! She had been spanked as an adult many times, but always by people she had met who were into spanking or men she dated whom she had asked to spank her. A professor would never dare! He couldn’t possibly know who she was, that she was into this…could he? They both were fully aware that he could lose his job for this. But she liked him, and she knew he liked her, and she had fantasized about this after all! Yes, she could take this from him, she appreciated that he genuinely cared about her and her grades. But still, she couldn’t help wondering if this was a dream… Lily’s musing over the situation was abruptly brought back to reality when Mr. R. said, “I do believe you heard me, bend over now little girl!” .. .. Somewhat in a daze that this was happening, Lily could do nothing but obey. She looked back over her shoulder at Mr. R. She saw the usual kind look for her in his eyes, but this time she also saw a certain determination, a strictness which gave her butterflies in her tummy. This couldn’t be happening. But it was! Blushing even more deeply she leaned forward onto the desk, knowing what was about to happen. She felt the first hard smack over her jeans and gasped. This was just his hand? She had been spanked with paddles that didn’t feel harder than this. Her suspicions that he was a strong man were easily confirmed in this moment. As the blows continued she began to yelp, squirm, and try to wiggle her bottom away, but he held her fast with his left hand while he spanked her with his right. .. .. Next thing Lily knew, Mr. R. stood her back up. She wondered briefly if this meant it was over, but quickly found out that it was not when he unbuttoned her pants and pulled them down to her knees. Absolutely mortified she tried to protest but he had come this far, he knew he might as well go for it. Her lacey panties offered no real protection from the blows and did not even cover the bottom of her cheeks, so he decided to allow her to keep them up. His goal was not to humiliate but to teach, he was her teacher after all, now in a much different sense than before. The hand spanks were gradually reddening her bottom and he could tell she was impressed. Still, he wanted to make an even deeper impression. He now removed his heavy leather belt. This was a lesson Lily would not soon forget. .. .. Doubling the belt, Mr. R. rubbed Lily’s bottom for a moment, soothing the sting and speaking to her as he always had, with caring concern. She knew what he was doing, had heard that familiar “whoosh” of a belt being taken off. Lily was frightened; she knew this would hurt very much. But she respected him, she trusted him; she was willing to accept whatever he felt she deserved. And hurt it did. As the belt cracked down on her bottom Lily cried out in pain. It felt like absolute fire and the sting penetrated her skin deeply. Before she could catch her breath the belt landed again, and again and again. Mr. R. was very thorough with his application and did not miss a spot. Lily’s bottom was bright red from the top to mid-thigh. Those blows on her thighs were especially intolerable and caused Lily to cry out and beg him to stop, but he didn’t stop, if anything he just spanked harder. Soon she began to sob from the combination of pain, embarrassment, and the knowledge that she had disappointed her favorite professor this much.

By the time it was done, Lily was practically Jell-O. A mess of tears and emotion, embarrassment and contrition, Mr. R. scooped her up in his arms and hugged her. She hugged him back and buried her face in his chest. He assured her that he had done this because he did care and he could tell she needed it. She knew that. In that moment she realized that she respected him more than she had ever respected any professor, and she knew it was because they shared this. It always had been, she had always sensed this in him, yet not been sure. Now she was sure. Once she calmed down a bit he talked to her just a bit more about starting her paper immediately when she got home, and of course she did. They both were very pleased with the A she went on to earn for it.