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hardened clitoris throbbing relentlessly.
    The pain now excited her even more as did her disobedience of him. She drank in the new feelings, letting them flow through and over her. Then her body stiffened as she came. Powerful and racking was her orgasm, surging through her as the spanking continued. Her head was muzzy with the height of the excitement. The mixture of pain and pleasure had brought her off. The effect she had had on him was foremost in her mind, thrilling her wildly as the orgasm ended and began to subside. She congratulated herself for having turned the tables on him. She also congratulated herself at having discovered the power she had within her to excite him and almost certainly other men as well.
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CHAPTER FOUR
    The professor hadn't spoken much for most of the following day, certainly not at all at breakfast. Paula's day was uneventful, lectures and study periods filled most of it, she was glad to get back to the flat to study in peace. The professor had left a note, ‘Gone out, back late.’ was all that it said. Paula sorted through the mail on the hall table and walked through into the lounge reading the first of her letters. She stopped suddenly, aware of the figure standing in the centre of the lounge, she gasped in sudden surprise.
    "Come here Paula.” The professor ordered curtly.
    "But I thought you were out!"
    "Come here I said!” He almost shouted the words.
    Paula reluctantly put down her bag and letters and went to him.
    "Face the patio doors!” he snapped.
    Paula sighed in silent annoyance and turned, displaying her impatience.
    "I've already told you that I won't tolerate you wearing jeans.” His voice was firm and with a hint of anger.
    "But I've just this minute walked in the door,” Paula answered sarcastically. The professor grabbed her roughly by the hair, pulling her head back sharply close to his face.
    "Don't argue with me bitch!” he said slowly and deliberately. Paula shuddered at this new and menacing tone that she hadn't seen in him before.
    "But this is unfair!"
    She was unable to finish the sentence, in one swift and unexpected move the professor kicked at the back of her legs, buckling them and bringing her quickly down onto her knees. The agonising grip on her hair remained as he stood over her, his knees pressing into the back of her neck.
    "You defy me too much slut!"
    "Please, my hair, you're hurting me!” Paula cried, bringing her hands up to his to try to release the grip on her. His strong hands maintained the hold and his knees forced harder into the back of her neck, making any struggle futile. His right hand came down to grasp her left breast and squeeze it painfully. His forearm pressing hard against her exposed throat, twice more he cruelly squeezed her breast.
    "You will listen to me bitch."
    "Okay, okay just let go!” Paula pleaded.
    For a moment he was silent, then he roughly shoved her forwards, propelling her forwards onto all fours, releasing the hold on her. Paula gasped in relief that the pain had ended. For a moment she was silent, her anger building within her, she wasn't going to take this from him, or anyone. Still on all fours, she turned her head to look at him and froze in horror.
    The professor stood where he had been, her wide eyes fixed on the subject of her terror, in his hand he held a long cane. Before she could react, a searing, stinging pain shot through her right buttock as he brought the cane forcefully down on her. Paula gagged as she fought to cope with the sudden agony she was experiencing. Again the cane landed, biting hard through the thick material of her denims. Paula uttered a strangled cry, words wouldn't—couldn't come, she struggled to cope with the excruciating pain.
    The cane swished again, thwacking noisily on the tight material that covered her firm buttocks.
    "Oh God!” she blurted out, and tried to move away from him, crawling on all fours. Again the cane swished and landed. Paula cried