Chapter 24 - Paul's roommate problems

Paul and Amy accompanied Suzanne and one of her ex-classmates from the art department to Central Wisconsin for three days just before the Spring semester started. They rented a camper for Amy and Paul to change and warm up in, as well as a snowmobile and skis as props. Only Paul knew how to ski, and not very well. No one knew how to use the snowmobile, but Suzanne's classmate read the instruction manual and figured out enough to be able to turn it on and move it into place. Suzanne had chosen a location was that was lovely, with woods to one side and a frozen meadow sloping off to the other side. It would be hard for her as a photographer to concentrate on the clothes, since she was more interested in the winter beauty of the location itself.

Suzanne was a professional, however. She focused on her task at hand, using an attractive location and an attractive young couple to make the most out of the clothes. The message she needed to send was clear; buy these clothes and you will look like this couple. Suddenly Suzanne understood Paul's objections to advertising. Essentially she was using her camera to lie and she did not feel good about that. However, like Paul, she needed this session, to build her resume more than anything else. She pushed her doubts aside and started shooting, her classmate helping her with the lighting and changing film in the cameras.

The shoot itself was both fun and grueling for Paul and Amy. Over a three-day period they tried on 100 combinations of clothing. Still, they enjoyed much of their time over the three days. They romped in the snow and had a chance to be totally immature. Several times Amy put on the skis and invariably fell over, Paul having to help her up. Once she lost her balance and fell on top of him. They both fell into the snow laughing, with Suzanne firing away with her camera. These shots were genuine. Amy and Paul were a real couple, having real fun.

Many of the photos went into newspaper ads as soon as Suzanne had them developed. As she thumbed through the Sunday paper the following weekend, it gave Amy a very strange feeling to see herself smiling under the word "Clearance".

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At the end of February Amy began her correspondence with Wendy. She wrote about her photo shoot with Paul, how she was doing in her classes, and her observations with the university in general. However, mostly she had questions, how was Wendy doing, how did she feel, what was her life like, what was living with Burnside like?

Wendy tried to answer directly and honestly. Talking about her life was easy. However, she was unsure about her feelings. Wendy did not mention anything about guilt or gambling.

Wendy did have some surprises for Amy in her letters. Amy had expected that Burnside would punish her friend almost continuously when she left her at the professor's house in December. That turned out not to be how Burnside treated her. The only punishments were for specific offenses, and just three major punishments so far, the most recent one being a caning just two days before Amy's first letter.

Amy cringed when Wendy wrote her in detail about the whipping in January. She realized, however, that the experience had been a turning point in Wendy's life. She had been traumatized by that punishment, but, Amy was under the impression that Wendy was glad to have endured it. She certainly seemed more focused as a result of having had that experience.

In spite of the professor's harsh treatment, Wendy wrote mostly kind things about Burnside. She struggled to please her mistress. Pleasing Burnside was a difficult goal, but, with enough effort, one that could be achieved. Wendy's efforts to please the professor intensified her feelings about everything in her life, including the professor.

Amy could tell that Wendy already had changed, just two months into her five-month sentence. The changes were reflected in her art, but also in her writing. Wendy was very direct in what she had to say. There was a boldness in her letters that Amy had not seen before. For example, she was quite open about her sexual relationship with Burnside. The professor was bi-sexual, and had brought that out in Wendy. She now felt a passion for her mistress, a development that disturbed Amy. What if Wendy could not let go in May? What then?

Amy wrote long, caring, almost poetic letters to Wendy. She had so much to say to her friend, how much she missed her, how worried she was about her. Amy's letters meant a lot to Wendy, much more than she was ever able to express.

Wendy was both scared and excited when she read the following lines from Amy:

"I am so much looking forward to the end of March. I will get to see you, because Dr. Burnside wants you to start going out again, and she wants me to take you! We will spend time together, like before! And then you will have your life back!"

Wendy had mixed feelings. She badly wanted to spend time with Amy. She was not so sure she wanted her life back. She still hated who she had been before her internment and felt very comfortable surrendering herself to Burnside.

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Amy struggled through the semester loaded down with her mentor's work. There were term papers, monthly tests, the midterms, and general counseling. The students initially saw Amy as more approachable than either the professor or Lisa, since she was only a couple of years older than most of the other undergraduates. She actually was younger than some of the students in the classes, the ones who had started their studies late.

Amy still had an innocent look about her, which in reality was quite deceptive. Her young appearance and small size made the students under-estimate her, especially the fraternity guys. Amy had been hardened under the tutelage of the professor. She developed the same sharp eye for detail and the same ability to quickly judge how honest the person sitting in front of her was. She expected respect, and was quick to dismiss anyone who did not give it to her.

Burnside spent a long time with her student teaching her how to identify plagiarized papers. She taught Amy tricks she had picked up over her years of teaching. She shared her vast knowledge of where plagiarized papers came from and who was most likely to use which ones. Burnside showed Amy the websites containing plagiarized papers and other methods undergraduates had for cheating. Most of them Amy previously did not know about. However, there was one website with several papers, including a paper about the Marshall Plan, that Amy was painfully familiar with. With a touch of sarcasm Burnside noted "I think you remember this one."

Amy realized that Burnside had a real fixation on academic cheating. Burnside was an expert on the topic, but, as she explained, there was no point in writing any articles about it. The information changed from day to day and any article about academic cheating would be outdated before it went to publication. Still, every day Burnside's e-mail in-box was filled with requests for assistance or advice from other professors, and even university presidents.

"It's a pity, because there is a lot of good information out there. It's too bad that people are using that information not to learn or enhance their own work, but instead to avoid working. They're just lazy and want to stay ignorant."

Term papers were due the week before Mardi Gras. Amy graded a mass of assignments over a five day period. Paul sat with her helping her, but this time in a way that would not get Amy in trouble. As she completed the grading on each paper Paul proof-read Amy's work to make sure she stayed consistent. He separated any papers that deviated from the standards set by Burnside and by Amy's own criteria for grading, for her to re-grade. At first there were very few that needed to be revised, but as Amy became increasingly tired there were more. Paul's help became especially important after the fourth day, when Amy started to make mistakes due to lack of sleep. However, all he did was point out her mistakes. Paul was able to provide her with crucial assistance by doing so, but it was up to Amy to make the corrections.

Amy identified several suspect papers that she needed to check before returning to their authors. She separated them from the other papers. There were six altogether. Amy expected to find half of the originals herself, and would have to check with Burnside about the others.

On the fifth day Amy graded a paper that had language that was disturbingly familiar. The paper had been turned in by Paul’s roommate, Alex. However the language in the paper was Paul's. Amy recognized the writing because she had read many things Paul had written, and was well aware that Paul had a very distinctive way of expressing his views. He used a lot of the professional jargon from his field, but also a lot of the language used by the Dependency School of International Development that he so admired. Amy decided not to ask her boyfriend about the paper. She would get the answers herself, and if need be, talk to Paul later.

Amy prepared one of the dreaded empty manila folders with a post-it note inside for Paul’s roommate. In the classes Amy and Burnside passed out the graded papers and a total of five folders. Burnside had determined that one of the suspect papers had been honestly written, after checking the language from the student's midterm bluebook, which matched.

In class Amy approached Alex, holding the folder up in the air. She felt bad, because she did not know if Paul was involved in his roommate's paper. But as she handed the folder to Alex, she saw his face go pale. They exchanged looks, She let him know that she clearly was irritated by the uncomfortable situation he had placed her in. Amy took the folder back for a second, and wrote on the post-it note...

"See me before you go to Burnside."

Later that morning Alex showed up at Burnside's office. Burnside was teaching another class so Amy had some time to be alone with Alex. He was very nervous, and with good reason.

"Alex, close the door and sit down."

Amy got right to the point as soon as Alex was seated. She waved the paper in the air.

"Alex, did Paul have anything to do with this paper?"

"Amy, I don't understand. Why would Paul..."

"Look, I am not an idiot! Don't even try treating me like one! This is Paul's language! I think I ought to know, since I'm dating him! Alex, I can assure you that YOU are screwed! That's not the issue! I want to know about Paul! How did you get this paper?"

"Paul helped me. He suggested that I take a couple of papers he wrote and use them to write my own."

Amy felt sick. If that were true...

At lunch Amy confronted Paul. At first he seemed confused.

"Alex asked me to lend him some of my papers. He doesn't do good term papers and admitted that himself. I thought he just wanted to see how a paper was supposed to be written. I told him to let me look at his paper before turning it in, but he said he had already given it to Burnside"

"Well, look at this. Is this your paper?"

Paul thumbed through the paper. Amy could tell that from his expression that he was genuinely surprised.

"Amy, parts of three different papers of mine are in this one. Yes, this is my work. All of it’s mine. I sure as hell didn't think he'd pull this when I lent him my papers, though."

Amy was relieved. She had wondered whether Paul had helped Alex cheat. She could tell by his reaction that he had not. He was genuinely upset.

That afternoon Paul went back to his apartment and looked into the history files of the computer he shared with Alex. He knew enough about computers to be able to retrieve deleted files. Scrolling through deleted term paper files, Paul made a very unpleasant discovery about his roommate.

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Alex showed up later that afternoon at Amy's office. She glared at him with the exact same expression Burnside would have used. He fidgeted and looked at the floor. Amy got right to the point.

"Paul trusted you with his papers and you copied them and turned them in. Now answer, honestly. Is that what happened?"

"Yeah."

"So Paul didn't tell you to use his papers for the class?"

"No. He wanted to read over my paper before I turned it in. I didn't let him, obviously. I'm sorry."

Amy was hugely relieved. Alex had confirmed what Paul had told her. "You don't owe me an apology. You owe an apology to Paul, and one to Dr. Burnside."

"What happens now?"

"Well, under university rules you would be expelled immediately. If you talk to Dr. Burnside I don't think that's what will happen, although you might wish that it had...I think I know what she'll do, but I can't tell you because I'm not 100% sure. After you talk to her, talk to me again before you say anything to Paul."

"Please, Amy, do I have to talk to Paul about this?"

"Oh yeah, you got to tell him. He'll know, no matter what. You'll see why."

Amy paused, then, once again giving Alex the same harsh look Burnside would give him, added...

"I expect you to tell Dr. Burnside what you did and why you were caught. I expect you to tell her that I caught you because I recognized Paul's language in the paper. I doubt that telling her that will make your situation any better, but you need to take responsibility for what you did."

Burnside showed up before Alex left. Amy got up to leave, since she had a class to go to. She grabbed her backpack and turned to Alex. "You might as well tell Dr. Burnside now."

When Amy returned to Burnside's office, Burnside was by herself, thumbing through a couple of professional journals she had just received.

Amy wanted to know about Paul's roommate.

"Alex will be your responsibility. You caught him. I didn't."

"What do you mean, Dr. Burnside?"

"You will decide his punishment. What happens to him is entirely up to you. You can kick him out of school, do nothing, have him host the Mardi Gras party, whatever. I will support any decision you make."

Amy thought for a moment. She did not like being put on the spot like this, but she realized what Burnside was doing. Burnside wanted Amy to assume greater responsibilities to prepare herself to teach. It was not hard for Amy to figure out what Alex's punishment would be. Amy would switch him, and he would host Burnside's party in the nude along with Wendy. That was standard punishment for anyone who cheated in Burnside's classes. There was no reason why Alex should be any different.

"Dr. Burnside, I need to ask you two favors."

"Let's hear them."

"I need a copy of your discipline contract, and I'll put my name on it. And I need you to teach me how to use your switch."

Burnside brought up her file on the computer. Amy changed Burnside's name to her own and printed the following:

I, __________, admit to having attempted to commit plagiarism on __________. I have read and fully understand this university's cheating policy, and am fully aware of the consequences for committing an act of plagiarism under the student code of ethics.

In lieu of disciplinary action from the university administration, I, __________, freely and willingly choose to accept the disciplinary alternative offered by my professor's student aide, Amy Debbs. I understand that upon completion of the disciplinary alternative to Ms. Debbs' satisfaction, I will continue my coursework and no further action will be taken against me.

Signed __________.

Later that afternoon Alex came back for a third time, very nervous. Amy handed him the contract.

"Here's the deal. You sign this and do what I tell you, or you get kicked out under the student code of ethics. That's your choice."

"What's going to happen if I sign?"

"Well, I'll tell you. You are going to go to Dr. Burnside's house and take off all your clothes the afternoon before Mardi Gras. I'm going to punish you on the bare bottom with a leather switch. I'll give you 16 strokes, 8 on each side. That's standard for guys. Girls get 14, seven on each side. After that you'll serve drinks at a party in the nude, 'till about 4:00 in the morning or so. There will be about a hundred people there, including Paul. After the party is over you'll help clean up, then you'll get dressed and go home. You'll have two weeks to re-write the paper and then the whole thing will be forgotten. That's what will happen if you sign. Now, if you don't sign, I'll turn the paper over to Dr. Burnside, who will forward it with a report about your cheating to the dean. You'll be expelled sometime next week."

Alex stared at Amy, stupefied. He looked stricken. He was pale and his hands shook. He filled in the agreement, signed it, and handed it back to Amy.

"Amy, please, isn't there any other way I can make this up?"

"Sure there is. You can get expelled and then check the want ads for a job. That's your choice."

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Amy had to go to Burnside's house for the second favor, learning how to use the switch. Burnside decided to invite Amy for dinner. When Burnside saw a look of anticipation on Amy's face, she added that Amy should not consider this night one of the nights she would really talk to Wendy. The professor explained that Wendy's servitude would not be relaxed until after Mardi Gras, when Amy would start taking her out.

Going over to Burnside's house placed Amy in a very awkward position. She would see Wendy, and not see her, at the same time. In spite of the fact that Amy and Wendy had written each other almost continuously over the past two weeks, Burnside’s servent would not be allowed to talk to her during the evening. She would serve Amy, just like she would serve anyone else. If Amy spoke to her, she would kneel and answer.

However, there was one important indication that Wendy's life would soon change. Burnside told Amy to bring a suitcase of her clothes. Wendy would be allowed out of the house in about two weeks, if everything was going well. She would be allowed to see her suitcase, and would know that her life would begin to return to normal shortly.

Amy went over to Burnside's house the evening before Mardi Gras. Wendy answered the door, standing behind it to not be visible to the street. She sadly looked Amy in the eyes, but did not say anything. It shocked Amy to have her friend right next to her, for the first time in nearly three months, and not be able to even say hello to her.

Even though Wendy already had written her that Burnside had beaten her much less than she expected, Amy was still surprised to see her friend's body with almost no marks on it. There were a few faint traces on her bottom from her most recent caning, and that was it.

Wendy's appearance had other surprises for Amy. Even though Amy knew that Burnside had shaved Wendy's head, it was still a bit of a shock to see her with her short hair. Wendy's hair had since grown out somewhat, but it still was much shorter than she had ever worn it previously. The other surprise for Amy was her friend's physique. Wendy's arms and legs were muscular and toned from her daily exercise sessions, and Amy could see traces of muscle in her stomach. Wendy always had rather soft features, but nearly three months of brutal exercising had hardened her body considerably.

Wendy took Amy's coat and hung it up. She then gave a look of gratitude when she saw the suitcase. However, Burnside ordered her to take the suitcase to the master bedroom. It would be another two weeks or so before Wendy would be allowed to use anything in it.

Wendy then knelt near Burnside's favorite armchair, quietly waiting for her next set of orders. Her movements were quick and automatic. There was no hesitation, nor was there any modesty about being the only nude person in the room. She had been nude continuously for three months and by now was quite used to not wearing anything except her collar.

Burnside then ordered her servant to pull the leather spanking bench, or "horse" as she called it, into the middle of the living room. Wendy jumped up, quickly walked to a back room, and dragged the heavy piece of furniture into the living room. She positioned it close to a back wall, then resumed her kneeling position near Burnside's chair. Except for the glance she exchanged with Amy at the front door, Wendy seemed not to acknowledge Amy's presence in the house. Amy reflected that she would have to ask Wendy about that in her next letter.

"Wendy, I want you to finish getting dinner ready for me and Amy. Be ready to serve in 45 minutes."

"Yes, Dr. Burnside."

Wendy quickly got up and went into the kitchen.

Burnside then tied a large, hard sofa pillow to the leather bench, at the level where Alex's bottom would be tomorrow afternoon. She explained about positioning herself, how to swing for maximum effect and control, and how to hold the switch. She demonstrated several times, hitting the pillow hard. Amy followed Burnside's instructions as best she could, and struck hard at the pillow. She would be able to hit every bit as hard as the professor could hit, but with slightly less control. Burnside observed carefully what Amy was doing, repositioned her slightly, and had her strike the pillow again. This time was better.

"OK, trial run. Hit the pillow 16 times; eight on the left side, eight on the right."

WHUP!....WHUP!...WHUP!...WHUP!...WHUP!...WHUP!...WHUP!...WHUP!... Amy struck hard, and struck well. There was no question that Alex would be no better off being punished by Amy than he would be by Burnside.

Wendy brought the plates out and a bowl of salad. She poured wine for both the professor and her guest, even though Amy was still a few weeks away from turning 21. She seated Burnside, and then Amy. She filled the salad plates and took her position near the kitchen door. Wendy stood at parade rest, her feet spread shoulder-width apart, her hands clasped behind her back, her eyes looking straight ahead.

This was a surreal experience for Amy, seeing Wendy like this. She badly wanted her to sit down at the table, but realized that until Wendy had her collar off that would not happen. She thought about what she would write tomorrow. She had so many questions.

Burnside chatted about the upcoming Mardi Gras party. She would have a total of three students hosting including Wendy, Alex, and a sorority girl. Burnside had decided to simply flunk the others, because they had given her attitude when she confronted them about their papers. Wendy would be serving drinks the entire night. Alex and the sorority girl would be fixing drinks in the kitchen. Amy was curious about Dr. Halsey and last year’s birthday spanking.

"What happens if Dr. Halsey wants to spank you again, Dr. Burnside?"

"Oh, he will. He's done it every year for the last 17 years. It'll be 42 swats, as much as I wish it wasn't. I can't get away from my birthday, as much as I'd like to."

During the rest of the dinner Burnside talked about a wide range of professional issues, including her feelings about CNBC and the stock market, Europe, and scholarships. She moved to describing her vision of what she thought a capitalist system should be like. Then the wine went to her head a little, and her opinions became a bit looser. Burnside dismissed the current US leaders as idiots. As far as she was concerned, neither Bush nor Clinton, nor anyone in Congress, had any value as a leader.

"We are a dying nation. Any society capable of electing that idiot Clinton, and then right after him that pathetic corporate puppet Bush, deserves to die, and die quickly."

Burnside seemed to admire the Europeans much more. Amy said nothing. From what Paul had told her about France, it seemed to Amy that the Europeans were just as bad, or worse.

Amy got to see a different side of the professor, Burnside the idealist. This is totally bizarre, thought Amy.

Amy wondered about Wendy, as she quietly stood only a few feet away. What was going on in her mind right now, as she listened to Burnside pontificate about her vision of capitalism and her disdain of the country's leaders? Oh well. Another question for Wendy in tomorrow's letter.

Again Wendy's sad eyes met Amy's as she left Burnside's house. Amy felt sorry for her friend, knowing that she would be serving drinks all night tomorrow in the nude. She had chosen this fate for herself, however. She was here because she wanted to be here.

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Amy met with Paul late that night. She was not in the mood for sex, nor was he. They had not talked to each other since Amy had confronted Alex the first time. Paul was so infuriated with Alex that he was not speaking to him. They both had to talk that night, Amy about Wendy and Paul about Alex.

Amy started with describing the surreal experience she had at Burnside's table, listening to her professor lash out at Democrats and Republicans alike while Wendy stood, silent and naked, only a few feet away. Then she described her confrontation with Alex, and Burnside's tutoring her with the proper use of the dreaded leather switch.

Paul described what happened with Alex from his end. Alex at first told him a censored version of what had happened with Amy and Burnside. Paul responded by showing his roommate the deleted file of his paper on their computer. He made Alex watch as he brought it up on the screen. Paul printed it, then went through the computer's history files to find and retrieve Alex's other recent term papers. In doing so Paul let Alex know that he had found out that this had not been the first time Alex had plagiarized Paul's work. Alex went white as the deleted papers appeared. He printed the other papers. Then he simply got up and left the room. He had nothing more to say.

Paul did have a final comment.

"As far as I'm concerned, you can treat him like Lisa treated that frat boy last year. I don't care. I'm as pissed at him as you were with Wendy when she tried to steal your credit card."

Amy e-mailed Burnside later that night.

"Dr. Burnside. Alex will get a bit more from me than 16 strokes from the switch tomorrow. He copied Paul's work several other times that he didn't know about. Paul is really pissed at him. - Debbs -"

"Amy, what you do to him is at your discretion. I told you that I will support whatever decision you make about his discipline. - Burnside -"

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Amy, once again dressed in her nurse's outfit, complete with her accessories, arrived at Burnside's house early. As before, she was not wearing any underwear, in spite of the tendency of her short skirt to ride up around her hips whenever she moved about. She would constantly have to be pushing it down and readjusting it, but she could not resist the daring sensation that wearing the skirt with nothing underneath always gave her.

Amy arrived alone, telling Paul to join up with her later. Wendy let her in, and again looked into her eyes with a sad expression. She already was wearing the metal cuffs and temporary tattoos of Burnside's servant uniform. Her pubic hair was shaved. Because Wendy’s hair was still very short, Burnside made her wear a maid's cap. The only thing missing were welts on her bottom. Wendy had not cheated and thus Burnside had no reason to punish her. Amy had written her a long letter with her questions and laid it on her desk in the guest bedroom.

The sorority girl Burnside had mentioned was there as well, leaning against the leather spanking bench and crying quietly. Like Wendy she was naked, shaved, and wearing the cuffs and tattoos of the servant uniform. Burnside had punished her just before Amy came over. Amy glanced at her. She had the typical stupid-looking appearance of a sorority type, but at least she was smart enough to do what was necessary to stay in school.

Burnside had not changed yet; she was still in sweats. When Amy came out of Wendy's room the professor handed her a paper shopping bag for Alex's clothes. She then took Wendy and the sorority girl back to the kitchen to help with the food and drinks.

The doorbell rang. Amy opened it and faced Alex. Reluctantly he came in. Amy looked at him coldly.

"I have something to say to you. I talked to Paul last night. He told me about the other papers. You lied to me, and you used Paul. You're gonna pay for all that. Get your clothes off."

Alex reluctantly took his clothes off. Like Paul, he had an attractive body. He stood in front of Amy, trying to cover himself, while she stuffed his clothes in the paper bag. She motioned him to follow her to the bathroom. She picked up a razor and a can of shaving cream.

"Shave. All your pubic hair and what's on your ass. Get it off."

Alex looked at Amy with embarrassment, waiting for her to leave.

"I'm not going anywhere. I get to watch. Come-on. Get started."

Alex lathered his pubic hair. His hands shook as he started to shave. It was obvious that he would not be able to do it properly without slashing himself to bits. Amy rolled her eyes.

"Give it up, Alex. I'll do it. Put your hands on your head and put your feet apart...Now stand straight."

Alex gasped with embarrassment as he forced his hands behind his head. Amy turned on the bath water, and then shaved around the edges of his pubic hair, working her way towards his penis. She grabbed his penis, pushing it to either side as she shaved near the base. He grew hard from having her hands touch and massage him. Amy pulled the skin tight on his testicles and proceeded to clear the area around his scrotum.

"Bend over. Grab your ass cheeks and spread ‘em." Amy lathered the area around his bottom-hole and quickly shaved it clean. Alex, bent over, his roommate's girlfriend shaving him, was sick from the embarrassment of what was happening.

"Alex, stand up and look me in the eye."

Alex stood up. He had a furious erection, adding to his humiliation. Reluctantly his eyes met Amy's. Amy stared at him coldly.

"I shouldn't have had to shave you and I don’t appreciate it. There's no reason why you couldn't have done it yourself. And on top of everything else you're getting off on it. That's disgusting."

With that Amy directed Alex to finish cleaning himself off. He dried himself and Amy led him back into the living room, his penis still sticking straight out. She put the metal cuffs and temporary tattoos on his arms and legs, while Burnside, Wendy, and the other hostess watched. Amy clipped Alex's hands behind his back and turned him to face the three women, with his erection pointing straight at them.

"Alex, I put your hands behind your back because I don't want you trying to cover up. Now, when you are ready to behave and keep your hands at your sides, I'll take your cuffs off."

"I'll try, Amy. Please."

Amy unhooked Alex's cuffs. She turned to the sorority girl.

"What's your name?"

"Heather"

"Heather. Yeah, that name fits you. You look like a Heather. OK, Heather, get a pair of medical gloves and put them on."

Heather did so, quickly. Amy realized that Heather knew how to use medical gloves. It turned out that she was a pre-Med student. Suddenly Amy's plans changed. That was not good news for Alex. Amy asked to see Burnside in private.

Burnside sent the three hosts to the kitchen. Amy then asked if Burnside if she had another nurse's dress. Of course, responded Burnside, she often punished her lovers wearing nursing outfits. Amy asked Burnside to lend Heather a nurse's dress and for her to be able to wear it that evening. When Burnside handed Amy a dress and a matching cap and shoes, Amy told the professor the rest of her plans. Her idea included a huge break for Heather. Amy wanted her to be excused from having to serve in the nude. She would instead wear the nursing outfit at the party, in exchange for doing something truly wicked to Alex. When Burnside heard Amy's plans she was a bit surprised and very impressed. Oh, yeah, Amy looked so sweet and innocent. She wasn't.

Amy then took Heather into the bathroom. The girl’s face lit up when Amy handed her the white dress.

"I can wear this? I don't have to be..."

"I'm giving you a break, Heather. Now you owe me. You, me, and Alex are going to put on a little demonstration for the benefit of the party tonight."

"Sure, Amy, whatever you want! Oh, thanks!"

"You still need to help with the drinks. But I'll need you and your medical expertise about half-way through the party."

Heather and Amy came out the bathroom; Heather now dressed in a standard nurse's dress. She was so relieved that she had forgotten about her recent switching. Alex and Wendy looked at her, wondering what was going on.

Amy suddenly realized she could make this even worse for Alex, and in doing so give Wendy a break as well. Her professor agreed, and sent Wendy into the master bedroom to put on a nurse's dress. Wendy, elated, rushed to Burnside's closet. It was the first time she was allowed to wear anything for almost three months. The dress fit loosely on her small body, but she didn't care. Wendy came out and stood next to Heather, both of them in white nurses' dresses with relieved expressions. Burnside stood off to one side, still dressed in her sweatsuit. Now Alex was the only nude person in the room. He would be the only nude servant at the party.

The next step was Alex's switching. Originally Amy had planned to paddle him as well, but with her new plans decided not to. She thought about giving him extra strokes with the switch, but again, with her new plans, decided to give Alex a "break". He would get his allotted 16. Then he could choose to get more, or accept an "alternative punishment".

Amy ordered Alex over the leather bench. She ordered him to spread his legs and grab the legs on the other side with his hands. She studied the backs of his testicles and his anus, thinking about the attention that secret opening would receive later that night, when the room was full of people.

Amy did not clip Alex’s cuffs to the legs of the bench. She crouched in front of him, near his face. He looked at her, his eyes full of humiliation and fear. He was dumbfounded that Paul's girlfriend, of all people, was doing this to him.

"I’m going to start with 16 strokes on your bottom. A year and a half ago I took 14 strokes, in the same position, and did not get up or cry. I expect the same from you. I expect you to be brave, to be still, and to be quiet. If I have to hook you to this bench, I will double your punishment."

With that Amy stood up, picked up the switch, measured her distance, and tapped Alex's left bottom-cheek just above his thigh. She drew her arm back and swung sharply at Alex's bottom. The switch made its familiar whoosh and a reddish line instantly appeared at the base of the right bottom-cheek. Alex gasped and groaned slightly. This hurt far more than he expected. He never expected that Paul's girlfriend, of all people could...

The switch descended again, breaking into Alex's thoughts. He gasped again. The pain was brutal. How could he stand 14 more of these? Yet, if he moved, Amy told him he would get double, 32...

Amy tightened her lips and struck again, slightly above the first two strokes. Wendy and Heather looked at each other nervously. Wendy had endured punishments far more serious than what Alex was enduring, but it astonished her to see Amy punish someone every bit as cruelly as Burnside could. She flinched slightly every time the switch landed on Alex's bottom. Heather was equally surprised at the viciousness of Amy's strokes. Burnside watched her student with approval and pride. She had taught Amy well.

Amy struck Alex a fourth time. He gritted his teeth and gasped, making a real effort to hold back the tears. Amy paused to study the four lines marking the lower part of his left bottom cheek.

She changed sides, and laid the fifth stroke at the base of Alex's right bottom cheek. He grunted harder. Amy thought she heard "Oh fuck!" under his breath. She slashed again. He gasped yet again. She noticed dark droplets on the carpeting under Alex's face. He was starting to cry. Amy hit Alex two more times on the right, then stepped back to study her work. The last of her strokes were still rising and turning dark. Her subject had eight even strokes on the lower part of his bottom. He was breathing heavily, but making every effort not to make any noise. Amy felt for him, because she had done the same thing when Burnside had punished her, now more than a year ago.

"Alex, you lied to me about Paul. You could’ve fucked up our relationship, and obviously you didn’t care. I don't appreciate that."

With that comment Amy struck hard, right in the middle of Alex's left bottom cheek. He grunted louder. Amy struck again, just above her last stroke. Quickly she laid on the two final strokes that completed the eight on Alex's left side.

"OK, Alex, just four more to go with this portion of your punishment."

Alex was in too much pain to appreciate the words "this portion". His knuckles were white from grabbing the bench. He was trying very hard not to scream or cry and make a fool out of himself.

Amy switched sides again and started on the final set on his right bottom cheek. Slowly she worked her way up his bottom with her final four strokes, enjoying the sight of the darkening lines and his flinching skin as it bounced from each stroke. Amy admired Alex for not screaming. It excited her to see him struggle to stay quiet. Amy was different from Burnside in this aspect. Burnside became aroused when a victim started screaming, while Amy was excited by watching a person struggle to maintain self-control during a punishment.

Amy finished and told Alex to stand up. His face was distorted from the pain and effort he was making not to scream or cry. Still, tears were running down his face. His hands immediately went to his bottom, but quickly went off again as he realized that the welts would not bear any pressure.

"Put your hands on the bench so we can have a look at you."

Alex complied, and then Amy noticed his body shaking slightly with sobs. So she had gotten him to cry after all.

Burnside walked up to Alex.

"You under-estimated Amy, didn't you? Didn't think she could do that to you, did you?"

"Y...yes...Dr. Burnside."

Now came Amy's plan. Burnside knew it already. Heather and Wendy did not.

"Alex, go ahead and bend back over that bench. I need to get started on the next set of strokes."

Between gasps and tears Alex, turned around.

"What...next set? You said 16...I'm done."

"For cheating on the term paper, yes, you're done. But then there's the fact you lied to me about Paul. That's another 16, over the ones you've had already. And Paul told me that you plagiarized some of his other stuff as well. That's another 16."

"Amy, you can't do that. You said 16..."

"Well, you signed the agreement that your disciplinary alternative would be to my satisfaction. As far as I'm concerned you've been disciplined for the midterm. But there's still the lie about Paul and the other papers. Both are just as bad. So, you get two more sessions with the switch."

"Dr. Burnside, please! I..."

"Don't look at me, Alex. I agree with Amy. You fucked up. If it were up to me I'd use a whip. Get a little blood out of you."

There was no escape for Alex. He looked at the bench, then at Amy.

"Amy, please! Can't you do something else? Anything?"

"Like what, Alex? How else am I going to punish you if it isn't with this switch?"

"Please! Anything! Something else! I can't stand it again!"

Amy exchanged glances with Wendy. She knew that Wendy had endured 70 strokes with this switch, and here Alex was, whining about just 16.

"OK. I'll stop at 16 strokes. I'll punish you a bit later, but I won't hit your ass anymore. However, you’ll do what I tell you, when I am ready to punish you."

"What are you going to do?"

"That's for me to know and you to find out. You agree now, or we'll do the other two sets of 16 strokes on your ass. Which is it?"

Alex again looked at the switch, then into Amy's face.

"I'll do whatever you tell me."

Amy nodded and put down the switch.

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The party itself was a lot like Mardi Gras last year. Burnside wore the same outfit as before, her shapely tanned bottom on display as before. There were the same decorations, the same dancing, Burnside's usual flirting with Dr. Halsey and her other male companions, the same drinks. The only difference was that there was only one naked male host, and two female hostesses in white nurse dresses.

The graduate student from last year was there with her cop boyfriend and her large group of friends. Paul showed up in his hospital gown and his bare bottom. He and Amy ran around together, the nurse and her patient.

Paul still was infuriated at Alex and gave him dirty looks whenever he walked by with his tray of drinks. He had gone out of his way to help his roommate in his classes, only to have Alex copy his papers, several times over. He felt betrayed. Amy gave Paul an abbreviated version of Alex's punishment, and added, "You said treat him like we treated Bill last year. OK, that's what I have in mind. There’s gonna be a little show after Burnside gets spanked."

There was the same question posed by Halsey to the partiers about Burnside's birthday, the same chant of "SPANK!...SPANK!...SPANK!", and the same loud swats reverberating throughout the room. There was the same result, Burnside playfully shaking her reddish bottom at the cheering crowd. She went one step beyond the previous year, spreading her feet and bending over to better show off her red bottom, as the cameras flashed and the crowd cheered and whistled.

About a half an hour after her spanking, Burnside turned up the lights, stood up, and silenced her guests. Amy ordered Wendy and Heather to stand with her in front of a sturdy table that Burnside and Halsey had cleared just a few minutes before. The three nurses stood together at the table while Burnside announced that the party would be treated to a medical demonstration. Paul hooked Alex's wrist cuffs together in front of him and led him to where Amy was. Paul then made Alex kneel in front of three young women. On cue Amy, Heather, and Wendy put on their medical gloves. Alex looked around him in terror. He started to wonder if he should have accepted the extra two punishments on his bottom.

Paul stepped back, as Amy took Alex's arm and forced him to get up on the table on his elbows and knees, with his striped bottom spread wide and high in the air. Amy tapped the insides of his knees to force them further apart. Any then ordered Alex to put his hands in the air. She climbed up on the table and attached Alex’s wrists to a chain hanging from the ceiling that had two clips for his cuffs. With a series of sharp taps to his legs Amy positioned Alex so that his back was arched, his bottom stuck well out, and his legs spread widely. The partiers standing behind Alex had an excellent view of his anus and the back of his testicles. Alex’s face was deep red from humiliation, but worse was yet to come.

Amy then motioned Wendy to pick up an empty glass jar from the next table.

Amy grabbed her victim’s cuffed hands and drew her own face close to his. She stared into his eyes with a ferocious expression, a combination of lust, cruelty, and triumph. "You’ll do what we tell you. If you don't, you'll get 32 strokes with the switch in front of all these people, and then I might just flunk you anyway."

With that Amy jumped off the table and grabbed Alex’s feet. Amy’s graduate student acquaintance grabbed a flashlight from her boyfriend's belt and shined it at Alex's penis from the front. Amy nodded at Heather to begin, while Paul stood quietly in his hospital gown, watching with crossed arms.

Heather shoved her finger up Alex's bottom. She found his prostate gland and began massaging it. Alex immediately went hard. Within a minute he had a furious, throbbing erection. Heather continued to move her finger inside, gently manipulating his prostate. She again looked over at Amy, who nodded for her to continue.

Alex suddenly realized what Heather was about to force him to do. In front of all these people. His fears were confirmed when Wendy put the jar over the end of his penis. With her free hand Heather grabbed the shaft of Alex's penis and began massaging it, as well as his prostate. He held back as long as he could, but Heather's fingers continued to manipulate him mercilessly, both from the front and from the back. He groaned as he released over and over into the jar. The cameras flashed and the crowd cheered as they watched the white jets shoot out. Tears ran down Alex's cheeks as Heather got spasm after spasm out of him. Heather then let go of his penis and pulled out her finger out of his bottom. Wendy held the jar up high, displaying a rather impressive amount of semen to the cheering crowd.

Amy then laid a fearsome slap across Alex’s bottom. “Get your butt out. I’m sure everyone still wants to have a good look at it. If you dare move before I tell you, kiss your career goodbye.”

With that several female guests lined up at the table to fondle Alex and slap his bottom hard with their open hands. Several guests took pictures as they took turns smacking his already badly marked backside. Amy had promised not to punish Alex any more, but had said nothing about the other guests. Alex tried to face away from his tormentors and their cameras, but obediently shifted position and pushed his bottom out as best he could. The hard slaps on top of his welts were pure agony.

Alex could not believe this nightmare. He began to cry as the crowd of women surrounding the table laughed and teased him. He was able to fully appreciate his complete public humiliation. He had betrayed his roommate, and now was paying dearly for it. He was absolutely dumbfounded that Paul’s innocent-looking girlfriend could have done this to him.

Finally, after the longest half hour of Alex’s life, Amy climbed back on the table to unhook the cuffs. She ordered him to get cleaned up and get back to his main duty of serving drinks. He rolled off the table and staggered to the bathroom.

Amy, Heather, and Wendy lined up in front of the table as the entire room exploded into cheering and applause. As Burnside smiled and gestured to them, the three nurses bowed to their audience, and then split up. Wendy returned to the kitchen and Heather picked up her drink tray. Amy and Paul went to the bathroom to retrieve Alex. She pounded on the bathroom door.

"Alex, get back out here! Your break is over!"

She heard the splashing of water in the bathtub. She pounded the door again.

"Come-on! Out!"

Reluctantly Alex opened the door. He faced Amy and Paul. It was Paul who spoke.

"Look, Alex. I don't appreciate what you did, and I sure as hell don't appreciate that you lied to Amy about me! Well guess what? You're going to re-write every one of the four reports I found on the computer and turn them in, and explain what you did to your professors. I'll go with you. And until you do, Amy's keeping your Burnside paper."

"Paul, please! I can't do four..."

"Well, you're gonna learn! I'll help you. But before this semester is over, you'll write some honest papers! You'll have plenty of time during Spring Break!"

"Spring Break?! But I'm gonna go to..."

"Mazatlan. Well, now you won't. As Burnside would say, you're gonna spend quality time with your books!"

Amy chimed in.

"Alex, there are guests waiting for their drinks. Get back to work."

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When the party ended Wendy, Heather, and Alex had to put the furniture back and clean up. Paul’s roommate was very subdued. He barely could face his two fellow servants. Burnside made it worse by forcing him to stay nude while Heather and Wendy kept their dresses on. Finally, totally exhausted, they finished at about 9:00 a.m., leaving Burnside's house as clean as it had been before the party started.

Then something strange happened, to cap off a very strange night. As it got lighter outside, Burnside gave Alex and Heather their clothes back and dismissed them. Heather pulled off her nurse's dress in front of Alex to get dressed. He noticed her attractive body and the 14 red stripes on her bottom from her own punishment. Suddenly he got some of his self-confidence back. On inspiration he asked her if she was free tomorrow night. She looked at him, considered for a second, then said.

"Sure, why not? Let me give you my phone number."

Chapter 25