Professor Anastasia Dawson leaned back in her comfortable leather chair. As a full professor she had an office that was considered large by the standards of Saint Agatha's College. Her rise through the prestigious department of anthropology had been meteoric. Most attributed her success to her keen intellect and her reputation of intelligence was well deserved.

She was the second generation of Dawson's who had earned esteem in the study of ancient civilizations. Her father Marcus had been well known for his research into Middle Eastern tribes until he stubbornly advanced the theory that a little known calif had crossed the pacific hundreds of years before Columbus made his famous voyage. When her father had failed to substantiate his theory he was dismissed as a crackpot and died a ruined man.

Others said she got to the top of her field because of her spectacular good looks and those had not hurt either. The fact of the matter was that Prof. Dawson had jump started her career not by sleeping with the college Dean but by knowing which coeds Dean Jackson had forced his unwanted attentions on. Her well developed talent for acquiring valuable gossip had made it unnecessary for her to have to yield her body to any unattractive old man.

Because of her trove of sensitive knowledge she enjoyed job security far more complete and any amount of tenure could provide. The Dean had no practical power over her at all and to say the very least he was not happy with that situation. He quietly bided his time and watched for an opportunity to free himself from Dr. Dawson's power.

Anastasia opened the thick folder on her desk. It contained the full description of the research expedition she would be leading. Her hands touched the papers lovingly. When her work was published, she'd no longer be dismissed as the daughter of a lunatic father or a bimbo with big boobs who screwed her way to the top. Her doubters would have to acknowledge that she was a first rate scientist and her beloved dad was a genius. That day would be sweet indeed, but it was a couple of years away. For now she had to face eighteen months of hard field work and another six months writing up her research.

In the broadest terms, she and her small group of students would be searching for evidence of the calif's ancient outpost on Kingman Atoll. The tiny uninhabited speck of land was about five hundred nautical miles south of Honolulu in the endless tracks of the Pacific Ocean. The atoll was geologically interesting because it was made up of two distinctly different parts. Ten square mile Cooper Island represented the vast majority of the useable land area. It was densely forested and towered above the volcanic atoll that had formed centuries later. Cooper Island had been briefly occupied as a U.S. Navy patrol base in World War Two.

Anastasia's expedition would be making use of some of the abandoned buildings. The station's old runway was thoroughly overgrown and useless. As far as the young professor could learn, the atoll had been completely uninhabited for over forty years.

The professor's able assistant, Tina Wilson, walked into the room. She was a petite brunette who was bright but nowhere as gifted as her boss. Anastasia liked Tina and had offered her the use of a bedroom in exchange for some light housekeeping. The arrangement had proved to be good for both women.

"Professor, I want to remind you that our medical exams are scheduled for two o'clock today." Tina always made a point of keeping her brilliant boss on schedule.

"Believe it or not, I actually remembered," Anastasia said with a pleasant smile. The "absent minded professor" moniker fit far too well where mundane matters were concerned. "I have a few things to look over before we go." The medical screening was required before the party could travel to the isolated island. Anastasia was in excellent physical condition, but she was still not looking forward to the exam. The problem was not the exam but the examiner. The campus physician, Dr. Grace Sykes, had a reputation that was not flattering.

College chatter held that the forty eight year old spinster was a predatory lesbian who used her position to take advantage of her student patients. Her notorious medical screenings routinely took well over an hour. During that time, any unfortunate female under her care was maneuvered into being naked while she was asked a battery of very personal questions. Anastasia had already suffered through two annual exams that had been very arduous. Her attempts to use a private physician were always rejected on the basis that using Dr. Sykes allowed for consistent results across the college population.

She had heard that the three males on the expedition had breezed through their physicals in fifteen minutes. One of the young men, Tom Clarke, was the husband of Janice who was a Saint Agatha's student. He had been allowed to join the group because he and Janice were newlyweds and she had refused to go without him. Janice got what she wanted because her father was Saint Agatha's largest donor. Fortunately, Tom was a doctoral fellow in archaeology at the state university so his academic skills would be as useful as his manly brawn. Tom and Jan's warm relationship made Anastasia feel wishful. Someday she'd find mister right she prayed.

Gregory Blake and Stanley Mitchell were the other male students who would go on the expedition. Saint Agatha's had gone coed a few years ago, but most of the student body was still female. Greg was a muscular African American who had taken advantage of an affirmative action scholarship. He caught the eye of many of the girls on campus and his skill with the fair sex was well known. Rumor had it that he had a drawer full of panties that he had taken as trophies.

On the other hand, Stan was a classic geek. He lusted after the young women from afar, but his clumsy efforts at seduction always went unrewarded. He was occasionally able to parlay some tutoring for a little female attention, but he spent most of his evenings frustrated and alone.

At precisely one forty five, Anastasia and Tina headed for the campus health center. The short walk across the tree lined campus was very pleasant. Saint Agatha's had been founded in 1848 and the ivy covered buildings on the park like old quad were very stately. The nearby medical center had been donated by an female alumnus who was married to a prominent physician. The building was small but ultra modern. Anastasia groaned inwardly when she saw Dr. Sykes.

"I am glad the two of you remembered your appointment," the stern physician said. Anastasia glanced at her watch. She was two minutes late. "The rest of your group has already arrived. I need the two of you to step into room 'A' and disrobe completely. Gowns won't be necessary."

Room 'A' was the largest in the center. It was equipped as a physical therapy room so these sight of five attractive nude females standing awkwardly seemed very out of place. Each young woman kept her eyes down as her hands modestly tried to cover the most significant parts of her anatomy. Dr. Sykes picked up a clip board and began calling the roll. Anastasia wondered why this formality had to be conducted after the women were naked. She held her tongue so the whole uncomfortable process could be completed as soon as possible.

Dr. Sykes smiled patiently as she stood in front of each nude woman. Each was carefully weighed and measured. Heights, weights, bust and hip sizes were carefully recorded on the board. The women were questioned about bowl movements, menstrual cycles and medication use. Anastasia wanted to scream. When the interrogation turned to more intimate subjects, she almost exploded.

"Professor Dawson," the physician said as her eyes perused Anastasia for the umpteenth time. "When did you last engage in sexual intercourse and who was your partner?"

"That is absolutely none of your business," Anastasia said in a tone far more controlled than she felt at the moment. She had no intention of revealing to her students that their professor had never enjoyed the intimate attention of a male.

"I understand," the doctor said with an utterly frustrating smile. "You don't need to be so shy. We're all just a group of ladies who should have nothing to hide."

"You certainly make it impossible to hide anything," Anastasia barked. Why do we need to be naked to answer all these damn questions?"

"Now, now, there's no need to swear. As a senior faculty member I need you to be a good example for these girls. As I am sure you know, the medical exams are conducted nude to allow me to look for any abnormalities. Since you're being so uncooperative, I will finish up with you first."

Anastasia was startled when the doctor took hold of one of her breasts and began to feel it very firmly.

"That's good. I don't feel any tumors in that breast. When did you have your last mammogram?" She roughly examined the other breast before the young professor could stammer out a reply. "Please lie on your back on that table so I can conduct the pelvic exam. If everything is normal, you may dress and leave."

Anastasia had never been more humiliated in her life. In the guise or practicing medicine, Grace Sykes had groped her most intimate areas in public with absolutely no regard to any normal concern for a patient's modesty. Anastasia would have been even more livid if she had been aware of the concealed video camera directly overhead. On the far side of the campus, Dean Jackson was enjoying a thrilling show as he stared into his computer screen.

"Move out of the way, Grace," he mumbled to the screen. "I have no interest in seeing your fat ass. I want to look at Ms Dawson's lovely tits and cunt." He wiped his hand across his sweating fore head as his eyes secretly studied the young professor's lewdly exposed sex. "I wish you'd shave off all that hair," he said as if Anastasia could hear his voice. "It's just too bad that I can't see this all in person." His hand moved to the bulge in the front of his slacks. "My cock would look so good in that arrogant mouth of yours."

Anastasia dressed quickly while the dean enjoyed ogling the younger girls. The tape he was making would be a fine addition to his special library. His friends at the club would all want a personal copy. It was a fine community relations gesture.

When Anastasia got back to her office, she was not ready for any more problems, but a significant problem was waiting for her anyway. The freshman was nervously fidgeting. The young girl was in the professor's morning intro to anthropology class. Her name was Sarah or Susan or something like that. The tense girl began to speak before Anastasia could even sit.

"Professor," Sarah or Susan said. "I have done something wrong I I have to confess to you. I feel terrible."

Anastasia was startled. Sarah or Susan hardly looked like the kind of girl who would have the imagination to do anything serious.

"Please, please let me withdraw from your class. If my father ever found out what I've done he'd just kill me. I couldn't stand it.: Sarah or Susan held out a small stack of papers in her trembling hand.

Anastasia needed only a second to recognize that the papers were a copy of tomorrow's exam. "How did you get these?" The question came out spontaneously. She knew full well where the illicit papers came from and it made her sick to think about it.

Sarah or Susan stammered out the sickeningly familiar name of the source of the illicit copy.

"I want you to come to my residence tomorrow at three o'clock," Anastasia said in her most authoritative voice. "You have committed a serious academic offense and I need a few hours to decide what to do with you. I appreciate your confession and I will make some allowance for it. There will be a new test for you to take tomorrow." The young girl left the incriminating papers and hurried out of the room. Anastasia already knew what options she would offer, but she wanted the culprit to agonize about her fate for a while.

Dean Jackson peered into his monitor and chuckled. The hidden camera in Professor Dawson's office seldom yielded anything as interesting as the one at the health center, but his could be an exception. Susan Fox was a lovely red head and he would enjoy exacting his own form of justice on her budding body next week.

Anastasia's residence was only three blocks from her office, but the walk took an unusually long time. She was not looking forward to what she was going to have to do. When the front door opened she was greeted with the unmistakable aroma of chicken baking in the oven.

"Dinner will be ready in a few minutes," Tina said as she poked her head out of the kitchen. She was a good cook and meal preparation was one of her important duties. By the time Anastasia had changed into jeans and a comfortable top the dining room table was set.

Tina was surprised at her boss's unusually quiet demeanor. She was even more concerned when the professor placed a folded sheaf of papers onto the young girl's empty plate.

"Take a look at those before you get your dinner," Anastasia said icily.

Tina's pretty face fell as soon as she opened the papers. "I can explain," she said franticly.

"No you can't. You have betrayed me. You have violated my trust and I am going to punish you severly. Get on your feet and strip."

Tina knew exactly what was going to happen. The professor was an old fashioned disciplinarian. She was not going to call the campus police and she was not going to put Tina out on the street. She loved her assistant like a daughter and she was going to punisher her like one. Tina's simple clothing fell to the floor quickly. Apron, jeans, tank top, panties and bra all piled up on the hard wood floor. Tina held her hands to her sides. Any attempt to protect herself would only earn extra spanks.

"Go to your bedroom and get the hair brush I gave you for Christmas, the big mahogany one. Bring it, a wet wash cloth and a towel."

Tina was back in a moment. She placed the three items on the table and waited in silence. The professor had pulled the guilty girl's chair away from the table. The look on her face was terribly sad.

"You will receive half your punishment this evening and the rest tomorrow when your customer gets her butt blistered along with you. Kneel on the chair seat and face the back. You know the position.

Tina knew the position far too well. The chair back pressed against the bottom of her pert breasts as her trembling hands took a good grip on the sturdy old wood. She knew what to expect next. The professor used the damp washcloth to moisten the girl's bare bottom. The hairbrush's wooden back would sting far worse as it spanked Tina's bottom dry.

The professor had discovered this painful fact when her loving father had pulled her from the bath tub and roasted her teenage bottom many years ago. She had skipped school with two friends. The naughty trio had been caught by the school truant officer and suspended for three days. When Dad had learned about the crime he had not waited for Anastasia to finish bathing.

He had charged into the steamy bath room and confronted his errant daughter. The big msn's words still rang in her ears after so many years. "I intend to paddle you every evening until the school lets you return to class. Hopefully that will teach you a lesson you will remember." Anastasia's father had seldom spanked her before and those affairs had been pretty mild. The fact that truancy would not be tolerated was pounded home very emphatically with his wide leather belt.

Not only did her butt suffer, the spanking was terribly humiliating in another way. Up to that awful day, Dad had respected his budding daughter's modesty since she had started to develop. Suddenly, Anastasia was not allowed to conceal anything as he had clutched her arm and had wailed her butt and thighs. To add more insult to injury, Mom had stood in the open doorway and encouraged him to keep going. Anastasia had been sure that she would die of mortification before the suffering would stop.

When the whipping finally did cease, Mom had roughly dried the few moist areas of her guilty only child's trembling body and had taken the girl to her room. There, she had been compelled to stand in a corner with her hands on her head and "Think about what you've done." The final insult had come when Mom had only provided pajama tops for the girl to sleep in. "I'm going to keep your butt handy if you dare to disobey again." The threat had not been empty. Anastasia had not been allowed to cover her rosy butt until the school suspension had been complete.

When her parents had come to fully appreciate the wet bottom spanking's intense effect they had always doused Anastasia's bare ass each time they had spanked her.. Now the professor was using the same painful technique on Tina.

The first spank made a wet splat that sent a fine mist into the air. Tina held her tongue. She knew full well that crying, begging and other similar demonstrations would only earn her more strokes. The second stroke landed in precisely the same location on the petite brunette's rapidly warming bottom. The third spank was an exact copy of the first two.

Tina broke her silence. "Oh, that really hurt," she groaned.

""Your betrayal of my trust hurts too, young lady," Anastasia growled as she delivered another painful spank. "Your butt will heal a lot faster than my heart." She intended to continue to strike the fullest part of Tina's butt until it was a fiery pink. "I took you into my home so you could have a chance to get the education that your fine mind deserves. Instead you betray me and sell one of my tests. How many other times have you done this?"

"This was the first time. I needed some money and I felt sorry for Susan. She's not too smart and your class is hard for her. I've tried to tutor her but it hasn't been enough." Tina failed to mention that she had also required compensation for Susan in a far more personal way. The freshman had also been required to pay for the test by putting her tongue to work on Tina's bald slit. Neither girl was inexperienced in this form of pleasure so the compensation jad beem very good. Tina winced as Anastasia shifted her aim to an untouched part of the small brunette's bottom.

"We have tests and grades to weed out those who are not right for the academic life," Anastasia said. Her strong right arm stung the new target two more times.

After a dozen more very hard spanks, the battered part of Tina's butt was dry and bright pink. Her hands clutched and released the chair bask as she desperately struggled to find any relief from the searing agony. The next dozen blows reddened the guilty girl's suffering posterior much more.

Tina was no longer able to hold back her tears. The professor had never been so angry with her before. The previous spankings had consisted of a few stinging swats. They had been delivered in this very humiliating position, but the ordeal had not lasted for so long a time. "Ma'am, I know what I did was wrong. I truly promise that I'll never break your trust again."

"Those are nice words, are they motivated by real repentance or just by a sore ass?"

Tina knew that she deserved that remark. A girl whose bare butt is being wailed on will say anything to stop the torment. She said the only thing she could think of, she begged for mercy.

Anastasia was convinced that Tina had finally broken. Any more spanking would be gratuitous. She noisily placed the hair brush on the table and handed the girl a tissue to clean her dripping nose. "You will stay where you are and think about what you've learned. Then I'll be sending you to bed without any supper."

The professor took her seat and began to enjoy her meal. It was now considerably cooler than Tina's butt. Concentrating on the well prepared meal was challenging for Anastasia. She took no joy in disciplining Tina, but she was convinced that she had done the right thing. Tina's prominently displayed hind end wis well punished. She would have plenty to think about. Best of all her firm thighs were unmarked. That condition would be corrected the next day when she and Susan face their justice.

When Tina had finally stopped crying, her attention shifted to the scene around her. The clinking sounds from the professor's utensils and the enticing aromas from the food that Tina was being denied was another punishment.

Having her well chastised bare bottom displayed was no new experience for Tina. Her father had died when she was a small child and her mother never allowed another man into her life. By the time Tina reached her rebellious teen years, Mother resorted to more severe measures with her willful daughter. She had regularly spanked Tina until a work related shoulder injury had prevented Mother from delivering the spankings that Tina had deserved so regularly. The solution to this difficulty had presented itself suddenly one summer day.

Tina had been taking advantage of Mother's sore shoulder to defy reasonable parental authority. Tina had returned three hours after curfew the previous day. Mom had confronted the girl for nearly an hour with no positive results. Just when Tina thought she had won the battle, her younger but much larger brother, Ted, had returned home from football practice. Tina had frozen when she saw an unfamiliar expression cross Mother's face.

"Teddy, I need your help with something," Mother said. "Take your sister and bend her over the table. You're going to need to spank her for me."

Tina had been shocked when she had heard these frightening words and she had been even more amazed when her muscular brother had effortlessly bent her over the kitchen table. "Mom, you can't let him do this to me. I'm his sister! It's not right. I won't let you two do this." Tina had wriggled for all her might, but Ted had only chuckled as all her frantic exertions had failed utterly.

A moment later, Tina's mom had returned with a very familiar object. The worn ping pong paddle was all that was left from its now discarded set. The net, balls and three paddles had retired from their service at game play. Since then the lone remaining paddle had been pressed into a new kind of service, paddling the bottoms of the two naughty Wilson children after Dad had died..

Tina had felt her arms easily twisted behind her lower back. Ted was over a foot taller than Tina so there was nothing she could do to stop him. Mom had handed the big lad the paddle. "Give her a few to warm her up," Mom said as she took a seat that gave her an unhindered view of the proceedings. Tina had wailed when the first spank connected with her tightly stretched shorts. Ted had administered a total of four blows when Tina had made a critical error.

"God damn it, you fucking ass holes need to stop doing this now!" Tina shrieked.

"Christina Marie Wilson, you know better than to use language like that," Mother shouted. Whenever a girl hears all three of her names, she knows she's in real trouble. "Now you're going to get a lot more." She stepped behind Tina and pulled the squirming teens shorts and panties to her knees. "A red bottom will teach you to show some respect. Get back to work Teddy."

Tina could not believe the predicament her rude mouth had gotten her into. Teddy had not seen his sister's bare bottom in many years. Now he had a full view of her pink butt as he mercilessly brought the paddle down against her vulnerable flesh. Smack after smack made her dance and scream. Tina could hardly catch her breath as Mother called for more stinging punishment.

When Mom saw that Tina's butt was red enough, she told Ted to stop. "Pull up your pants, Missy. You and I have some other business to take care of in my bathroom."

Tina was grateful to get her private parts covered. The soft cotton panties made her swollen butt ache as she covered herself. At least Teddy was not going to get to see her girlish pussy. Mom grabbed the girl's upper arm and dragged her to the bathroom. "Take off everything," Mom ordered. "You're going to get your mouth washed out for your foul language and there's no need getting everything wet."

Tina's hands trembled as she obediently stripped. Thank God Teddy hadn't gotten to see this disgrace. Mom jammed the big bar of green deodorant soap between Tina's full lips. "Stand straight and keep hour hands on top of your head," Mom barked. "If you move, I'll have Teddy in here to take his belt to your thighs." A good stream of lather had leaked out of Tina's mouth and meandered between her barely budded breasts before she was allowed to rinse. Mom put the girl's nose in the corner to consider her sins before bed time.

Anastasia reminded Tina of her mother in many ways. She knew that both women loved her and that neither would tolerate any bad behavior. When Tina was finally allowed to move, she quickly apologized for what she had done and scurried off to bed with her clothing clutched in her hands.

Anastasia retired for the night a little later. Once she was comfortable dressed in her favorite night gown, she reached into her nightstand and took out an old book bound in red leather. It was a prized possession. Her father had written The Pacific Calif and had it published in a small private printing before his death. Unlike his scholarly work, this tome was a novel. In fact it was not just any novel, it was an erotic novel that told the lurid tale of a fictional Calif who had fled across the Pacific to escape from a local tyrant who had destroyed his army and captured his only daughter. The stunning beauty had been subjected to a life of sexual servitude in the brute's harem.

Anastasia's father had no idea that Anastasia had pilfered a copy of the secret book from his study. Many of her most intense fantasies had been drawn from it pages. Best of all, Dad had engaged an art student to produce some arousing paintings that were reproduced on its gilt edged pages. Her favorite was the full page print on page nineteen. A stunning nude girl was shown being taunted through the dusty streets of some hellish desert town. She was surrounded by a leering mob who pawed her vulnerable body. Her wrists had been bound to the ends of a pole that rested on her shoulders.

Anastasia had studied this picture so many times. In spite of its undeniable horror, it never failed to make her feel very hot. What must that beautiful girl be feeling? She was certainly terrified, but Anastasia guessed that the naked captive also had to be wildly excited. In a little while she'd be in the arms of her mew master. His masculine hands would paw her without restraint. He would ruthlessly use her body until she won his heart.

The young professor's hand moved to her dripping sex. She never covered it when she was in her bed. Her fingers morphed into the penis of the strong man who would someday claim her. Stimulating images danced before her tightly closed eyes.