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Sara had arrived quite early only because her last class had been so close to Miss Judy’s just-off-campus location and going back to her dorm before her appointment meant crossing the entire campus twice. She let herself into the waiting room as she’d done twice before and just as she entered, the study door was open and another student, a boy, was walking in with a stern greeting of ‘Welcome back, Mister Tim” just before the door closed. She took a seat against the wall between the two rooms, but as far away from the door as possible.She’d never been there before when another student was in Miss Judy’s study but would soon find it to be both an arousing experience as well as a beginning of a new behavior for her. She didn’t want to eavesdrop, but her curiosity got the better of her and she listened carefully for anything she could discern about what was happening inside. The walls were well insulated, but she noticed more sound leaking around the door, so she moved down to the seat next to it, finally hearing some of the dialogue.“You got a B+ on your assignment?” Miss Judy asked him already several steps into the routine. She couldn’t hear Tim’s response as he was speaking much more softly than her authoritative tone. “Why didn’t you get the A you’re supposed to be working for?” Again, soft mumbling but a longer answer this time. “Well, I’m sure you won’t do that again when an important assignment is due the following day, will you?” After a quick response, she continued, “So, this is your third visit this year and you got a B, so you know what comes next.” A quick response Sara took as ‘Yes, Ma’am’.“Right. Get up and take your pants down!” Miss Judy ordered. After some sounds of movement and rustling the unmistakable sound of a bare bottom being soundly spanked came clearly through the door. Hearing someone else being punished and knowing she was next had Sara squirming in her seat with a mixture of dread and something else she hadn’t quite figured out yet. She knew Demetevler Escort she shouldn’t be listening and imagined she’d get extra punishment if caught but couldn’t stop, her attention enthralled by the sound of Tim’s bottom being spanked.Having checked the schedule to see what she was in for today, she knew that Tim’s third visit with a B would entail two hundred spanks on his bare bottom over Miss Judy’s knee and as she absentmindedly counted his spanks, she also remembered that her C was going to get her something more severe. A little frightened at just how long two hundred smacks to his bottom was taking, she imagined herself in his place as his cries and gasps got ever louder as he neared the end, and along with the fear, she felt that stirring in her panties that she didn’t understand.The punishment finally at an end, Sara moved quickly back to her seat away from the door to avoid being caught listening but the experience still fresh in her mind brought a new sensation. ‘Why do I feel like my panties are wet?’ she asked herself silently with her usual virginal naivete.The door opened and “Keep those grades up!” boomed through the open door as Tim exited. Sara tried to look away, but her curiosity bested her again and saw a nice-looking young man walk out with his hands on his sore bottom not aware of Sara’s presence. Sara’s recent shock was quickly surpassed when the door closed and Tim thrust his hand into his elastic waist pants and was, what? Rubbing himself? Inexperienced in such matters, but a very bright girl, she figured out what he was doing and suddenly her own suppressed feelings were partially understood. ‘This is something you could enjoy?’ she asked herself as the conflicted and confusing thoughts raged while Tim stood just outside the door and rubbed his penis! Not his bottom!“Come in, Miss Sara!” the intercom boomed and suddenly aware of Sara’s presence, Tim quickly pulled his hand out and almost ran out the door, Demetevler Escort Bayan while Sara stared at his wake in both shock and enlightenment. “Miss Sara?” the intercom questioned, and Sara’s reverie ended as she got up to go meet her fate as well.She walked through the door remembering the first time she had done so with her mother, never imagining the circumstances under which she’d be walking in now. It was almost a year ago, after her college orientation, that she and her mother visited Miss Judy with the intent of providing continued motivation to achieve good grades. She’d continue what her mother had been doing; spanking her when, and only when her grades suffered, but Sara had no idea just how much more motivation Miss Judy would be providing.This was not a remedial service for underperforming students that were routinely getting bad grades that parents wished were better. Quite the opposite, Sara’s mother had to provide a transcript of her high school grades to be admitted into the program and her almost straight A’s made her a prime candidate for the program. Having been informed that she had been admitted, Miss Judy described for them both how it worked.With A grades being the objective, any lower grade earned punishment according to a schedule. The students were expected on their own to go online and make an appointment for punishment whenever a bad grade had been given for any assignment. They were becoming responsible adults after all and should be able to recognize that when their grades fell below standards that they needed and should request the help necessary to ensure it didn’t happen too often; and the help came in the form of spankings the severity of which increased with the frequency of low grades.‘Miss Judy’s Schedule’ provided a framework for the punishments earned, ensuring each student understood exactly what they were in for should they have to report a low grade. They were allowed one occurrence Escort Demetevler before having to make an appointment, she explained to her prospective clients and then went through the schedule to be sure everyone was well aware of the consequences. She could usually tell before she got to this point which parents would be aghast at what they considered overly severe punishment, but she knew Sara and her mother were not like that. Miss Judy’s Student Motivation ProgramSchedule of PunishmentsClass Assignments and HomeworkGrade / Punishment / Occurrence / Count*B+/B/B- / OTK Handspanking / First 100, Second 150, Third 200, Four or more +100 each occurrenceC+/C / OTK Hairbrush / First 30, Second or more +20 each occurrenceC- & below / Desktop Paddling / Same as hairbrush aboveCourse Final GradeB+/B/B- / OTK Hairbrush / Values for Hairbrush Above X2C+ or less / Desktop Paddling / Values for Paddling Above X2Semester AverageB+ or less / All Punishments (Hand, Hairbrush AND Paddle) / Values for each Punishment X2*Note: all punishment types and counts subject to change for unusual circumstances at the sole discretion of Miss Judy. No challenge of such changes is permitted by parents or students.Sara was surprised that the ‘Schedule of Punishments’ was so well defined as well as the severity of it. She had no idea how hard Miss Judy would administer the spankings, but just the length of them was considerably longer than those she got from her mother. As she reflected on those times across her mother’s knee when the spanking was more embarrassing than painful, the thought of this new regime stirred up that funny feeling in her tummy she sometimes got after a spanking.Everyone satisfied with the interview, Sara a little less so, they started on the necessary paperwork and contract that made clear everyone’s responsibilities and after all three signed the document, Sara and her mother left. Sara remembered well the conversation on the long car ride home where her mother made sure Sara understood the reasons that they were doing this along with the consequences and responsibilities for making it work. She expressed little doubt that her good girl, Sara, would do well as she did with everything else. “Good afternoon, Miss Sara,” Miss Judy said as Sara closed the door.
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