Donna stared at the doors of Carlton House with foreboding. This was a place she loved and hated at the same time. Inside, she knew were mostly freshmen and sophomore girls going about their days. There was also an occasional junior or possibly even a senior there but many moved out after their first year or two. SHE had lived there for a time even though she was a new Professor and it had been quite an experience for the 28 year old.
The house was ruled with an iron fist, or rather a heavy wooden hairbrush by one Mrs. Main. Mr. Main was nowhere to be found and it was not something you asked a lady like her. The housemother was fair but strict. There were many rules about proper behavior, noise, cleanliness at the house but the rule most loathed by all residents was the curfew. 10 pm sharp. All doors were locked at the exact minute the hour struck. Anyone caught outside was punished with a sound, bare bottom spanking across Mrs. Main’s lap. And she was quite the spanker wielding a sizable walnut hairbrush. Depending on how often you were late, how late and other factors you would get different spanking. But the lightest spanking, if there ever was one, was a dress up, panties down, bare bottom blistering spanking!
Donna herself had received quite a few of these spankings in spite of being a visiting professor instead of a student. The first time she got a spanking she had entered late and drunk and Mrs. Main had wasted no time in turning Donna over her knee. Donna had gotten quite a few spankings along with corner time before she was sent off to bed. And the next day and a few times after Donna’s explanation of her position as professor fell on deaf ears. To Mrs. Main, anyone staying in Carlton House had to follow the rules, or else.
Eventually Donna had come to accept the rules but still fell afoul of them. Faculty meetings were often at night and at Professor Steven’s place on the other side of campus. Even leaving early and running, Donna had often barely missed the curfew. One time her watch was off. It was always one reason or another but Donna couldn’t seem to get home on time. Mrs. Main’s sharp eyes spotted every late entry and this resulted in Donna bare bottom over her lap quite often. Too often if you asked her!
With this in mind, Donna raised her hand to knock at Mrs. Main’s door. She paused a second as her heart raced. Then she knocked.
There was a brief pause and then “Come in” came from inside the door. Donna opened the door and entered.
Mrs. Main was seated in an easy chair at the back of the room with a magazine in her lap. Her eyes widened ever so slightly as she recognized Donna. A brief smile touched her lips.
“Well hello, Dr. Warren,” she said pleasantly. “It’s nice to see you again.”
Donna cleared her throat. “Good evening, Mrs. Main”.
“How have you been? Here, have a seat,” Mrs. Main gestured at the chair next to her, a twin to the one she sat on. Donna took her coat off and put it on the rack before settling next to Mrs. Main. She found it difficult to smile.
“Would you like some tea?” asked Mrs. Main.
“Thank you no. I have been doing well,” Donna said in a dry voice. “But, I, I’m here to ask a favor.”
Mrs. Main raised an eyebrow. “I see. And what might that be?”
Donna found it hard to speak. Her face felt flushed as she brought out the paper from her satchel. “I, I’ve run into some trouble with the department. And I’m required to get a signature from someone that works for the school, and knows me quite well on … on this… Covenant of Restoration. I don’t really know anyone else at the school who fits the qualifications except you. I mean, the Deans sort of require it to be you.” She handed the document to Mrs. Main.
Mrs. Main put on her reading spectacles and read the document over. “Oh yes, a Covenant of Restoration. My my. You must have done quite the bit.” She continued reading while Donna sat morosely in her chair.
“WHEREAS, the University has determined, following an administrative review of an incident occurring on October 14, 2025, that the Employee has failed to follow the standards set forth in said Moral Turpitude Clause. Specifically, the Employee engaged in public intemperance, disorderly conduct requiring law enforcement intervention” Mrs. Main looked over at Donna with a surprised but stern look. Donna couldn’t meet her eyes.
Mrs. Main continued reading. “As a mandatory condition of this Agreement, Dr. Warren’s eligibility to reside in subsidized faculty housing is hereby revoked. Effective immediately, Dr. Warren shall forfeit her lease at the Faculty Enclave apartments.
To ensure strict compliance with the behavioral oversight terms of her probation, Dr. Warren is ordered to relocate to Carlton House. This reassignment is non-negotiable.” Mrs. Main drew out Carlton House, then continued reading silently. After a moment, she read aloud again.
“Failure to strictly adhere to any condition of this Agreement shall constitute an incurable breach of contract whereas the University shall immediately terminate Dr. Warren’s faculty appointment for cause, without right to administrative appeal or faculty grievance procedures. Furthermore, any lease for university-owned housing shall be rendered null and void, requiring Dr. Warren to vacate the premises within forty-eight (48) hours of termination.”
“My my,” Mrs. Main said, shaking her head. She looked at Donna. “I think you had better stand before me while we continue this.”
Donna obeyed. She realized she was being put in her place, made to stand like a penitent before a judge. And Mrs. Main truly was the judge with the power to save or condemn Donna.
“I presume you have read this document?” Mrs. Main asked. Her voice had lost its pleasant welcome from just a few minutes ago. Now it was direct and stern, just like when she spoke to naughty girls.
Donna nodded her head silently.
“Dr. Warren, in light of the situation I advise you to remember your manners,” Mrs. Main said sharply.
Donna blanched. “I’m sorry,” she croaked. “Yes, Mrs. Main. I’ve read it.” She knew this meeting would be painful but nothing prepared her for how small she would actually feel under Mrs. Main’s gaze.
“Tell me from the start, what happened that night.” Mrs. Main ordered.
Donna obeyed. She started slowly at first, the words tumbling out. She was embarrassed to tell the story. Of course, she didn’t mention the other students. Only that she had met her friends first for drinks, then went to the beer gardens for more.
“I went back and apologized to the bartender,” she said lamely at the end of the story. “There were no charges filed. I’m not trying to excuse myself. I’m very sorry for what happened. The Deans have given me this chance. I just need this document signed. You won’t hear from me again. I swear!”
Mrs. Main raised her hand. “What are the conditions of your reinstatement?” she asked.
“I need to get this document signed. Then I have to move back to Carlton House.” Donna answered. She knew to keep her answers brief and to the point.
“And if you do NOT get this signed?” Mrs. Main asked.
“Well..I have to. I mean. If I don’t get your signature then I’ll be fired. Oh please. Mrs. Main. It was very hard to get this job and I know it's a fantastic opportunity. If you’ll just sign it I promise I’ll be an angel,” Donna wrung her hands in front of her as she begged. How could this be happening? She really felt terrible. She had a plum job and it was so close to disappearing into thin air. Her eyes welled up.
“When you first arrived, do you remember how we first met?” Mrs. Main looked at her pointedly. “You were drunk, came in late, acting like you were above the rules. Now look at you. Repeating the same mistakes.” Mrs. Main started getting grumpy thinking about it. The nerve of this girl! “You repeatedly came in late and tried to claim you didn’t have to follow the rules. I cured you of that didn’t I?” That last part came out as a statement instead of a question.
Donna blushed thinking of the many spankings she received. She bowed her head. “Yes ma’am.”
“And now you’re here repeating yourself. It’s like you’ve gone back to square one,” Mrs. Main said indignantly. “You haven’t learned anything at all!” Mrs. Main was getting herself worked up.
Donna wished she could shrink and disappear into a hole. Mrs. Main was clearly getting very upset and Donna knew where this was going to lead. Her bottom twitched. “Mrs. Main, I’m so sorry. Really I am. Please give me a chance.” Donna really didn’t know what to say. She hung her head as her eyes welled up.
Mrs. Main stood up and put the document down on the table behind her. “Well I’ve cured many a girl in my years and I see I still have some work to do. You know the drill. Panties down and face the wall.” She gave Donna a hard look.
Donna knew it was coming to this but at the same time couldn’t believe it. She had moved out. She was free of these! Or so she thought. Just last week she was happily living in her own apartment, going out as she wished, being an adult. Now she was about to shamefully spanked like a freshman. She knew she couldn’t dawdle but she was in no rush to her doom. She slowly pulled down her panties. Thankfully her dress fell back down to cover herself. She walked over to the wall and faced it, placing her hands on her head.
The housemother walked over and lifted Donna’s dress, tucking it in under her bra strap. Now Donna was exposed from her mid back down all the way down. The cool air brushed over her naked nates, making her extra sensitive on her bottom. Soon they would be blazing hot.
“Stand here while I get things ready,” Mrs. Main said and Donna heard her move to the other room. There was some rummaging sounds.
Donna stood there haplessly. How long would she be here? Waiting for her spanking with her own thoughts, stomach churning, bottom exposed and vulnerable. She didn’t dare speak. From previous experience it could be anywhere from fifteen minutes to hours.
Evidently Mrs. Main had found what she was looking for and returned, placing some things on the table. Then she sat back down in the easy chair and picked up her magazine again.
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