Page 11 of Taught By the Doctor
The desk had looked so stiff and hard, but Zoey was surprised to find it was pretty comfortable. Her feet usually dangled an inch or so from the floor at the desks at herschool, but with this one she was able to put her feet flat on the floor. It was as if the desk was made for her.
“Welcome to the first day of class,” he said completely seriously. He smirked playfully for a moment. “It will be a short one since it is getting late and I’m sure you have a bedtime to abide by.”
Zoey giggled a little and nodded.
Evan grinned at her and then made his face serious again. “This will mainly be a study hall to give you time to complete the assignments that you already have. You will come here when there is an exceptional amount of work to do, especially when you are preparing for midterms and final exams.”
After a beat, Zoey raised her hand.
Evan nodded encouragingly. “Yes, Ms. Lu?”
“How will I know when I’m supposed to study here?” she asked.
“Good question,” Evan said. He turned to write on the chalkboard. “These class sessions will be held on a need basis. The couple of days leading up to midterm and final exams will be on the schedule. If I feel you are getting overly stressed about classes, then we will hold sessions accordingly.” He stepped away from the board. He had written ‘Class Schedule’ at the top and underneath, a quick summary of what they had just discussed.
Zoey nodded her understanding. She pressed her lips together when she watched Evan write ‘Punishment Policy’ next to ‘Class Schedule.’ She shifted in her seat.
“Punishments are for when I feel as if you haven’t been exercising your full potential,” he intoned, his voice deep andsilky. “For example, if you aren’t keeping up with your studying and assignments, I will intervene with disciplinary sessions. These could include anything from writing lines to getting your bottom caned.”
Zoey’s eyes widened. “Caned?” she whimpered.
Evan nodded before stepping to the side of the chalkboard and pulling something out from behind it. The wooden cane was long and thin. Evan walked purposefully to Zoey and held it out to her. Zoey hesitated before taking it in both hands. It was lightweight, but Zoey still winced when she felt it. She could tell it would sting and bite terribly over her bottom.
“I will reserve the cane for the most severe punishments,” Evan told her, taking it back from her after she got a good feel.
Zoey swallowed thickly. “How would I earn a punishment with the cane?”
“Just a couple of ways,” Evan said. To Zoey’s horror he began to list them on the chalkboard as he spoke. “Failing a test due to your own carelessness, letting your health decline because of school, completely missing an assignment.”
Zoey decided then that she wouldn’t do any of those things. She was already too afraid of the cane.
“Do you have any other questions, Ms. Lu?” Evan asked.
Zoey shook her head, her face going red at all of the information.
Evan nodded. “Good,” he said. Then he turned and started to erase the board. “Then we will do a short exercise to end thisfirst class session. Please come over here and stand on this stool.” He dragged a small stool in front of the board.
Zoey did as ordered, slowly standing from the desk and making her way to Evan before standing on the stool. She tugged at the hem of her short skirt, very aware of how much it had ridden up while she sat at the desk. Evan then pulled a short ruler seemingly from out of nowhere and lightly swatted her hands with it. Zoey yelped, more in surprise than pain.
“Hands at your sides, Ms. Lu,” Evan ordered. When Zoey complied, he grinned at her and grabbed the hem of her short skirt and tucked the back of it into the waistband, exposing her pink panties.
“Evan!” Zoey whined, covering her bottom with her hands and blushing.
Evan tapped on her hands firmly with the ruler, causing Zoey to put her hands back at her sides quickly.
“To help you believe in yourself for tomorrow’s test, you are going to write some lines on this chalkboard,” he told her, handing her a stick of chalk. The stool Zoey was standing on made it so that she could reach the top of the board, but she would have to stretch a little.
“You will write ‘The amount of studying I put in for tomorrow’s test was adequate to pass’ ten times. Number them and after each one, you will receive one strike with the ruler across your pantied bottom.”
Zoey’s lip quivered as she looked behind her at the thick ruler in Evan’s strong hand. “Why do I have to be spanked while I do this?” she asked, trying to keep her voice respectful. “I promise that writing lines will be enough. And I’m notreally being punished for anything, am I?” She squeaked when she felt the ruler tap against her pink panties.
“The ruler swats are to help reinforce the lesson,” he told her firmly. “I was planning on letting you keep your panties up for these mild swats. If you continue to argue with me, you’ll be receiving double the swats and on your bare bottom. Understand?”
Zoey pouted, but relented. “Yes, sir.”
She got one mild swat to the seat of her panties. “While you wear that uniform, you will call me ‘Professor,’ alright?”
Zoey nodded. “Yes, Professor.” Her face flamed as the title left her lips.
