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Elle had been debating all morning what she should wear to her meeting with Julian. She had been unable to get the images of their last encounter in the Art Room out of her head. Her flatmates had commented on her cheery demeanour all morning, but she had simply told them she was in a good mood as her coursework was almost done. She hadn't told anyone about the previous evenings events.

Eventually she decided on a delicate blue dress, patterned with white cherry blossom flowers. She slid the thin fabric over her tanned shoulders and inspected herself in the mirror, fluffing her hair. She winked to herself, deciding she was ready, and headed out the door.

Julian had been pacing his office for the last hour. He constantly checked the clock to make sure it was working, how could time go so slowly? Eventually the clock struck one and he sat behind his desk, absentmindedly fiddling with folders and papers. His stomach leaped when he heard a quiet knock at the door.

'Come in!' he called.

He smiled as he saw the blonde girl enter his office. She looked slightly shy, but happy. Her cheeks were flushed from the brisk walk from her dorm.

'There's a lock,' Julian pointed to the door. Elle coyly turned it. She noticed that the blinds were shut too. No sunlight could enter from the courtyard outside, where some students were gathered on the grass.

'You said you wanted to see me today,' Elle began, unsure of how to talk to Julian now.

'Yes, we need to talk about your dissertation… this is the first time I've ever known you to be on time.' Julian said smoothly.

'I know, I'm really very sorry for all the times I was late, or didn't show up, Julian,' the girl muttered, sitting in the wooden chair opposite him.

'I had planned on you being at least half an hour late today, actually,' Julian lied. He stood up, edging around his desk to stand in front of her, 'We have some extra time to… talk… now.'

Elle grasped the hem of her dress. She smiled up at him from under her eyelashes. Julian leaned forward, his face inches from hers. His brown eyes flickered all over her, taking in every detail. He loved how the cut of her dress emphasized her pert breasts. He reached out, delicately tracing the outline of a flower that he guessed was directly above her nipple. She was not wearing a bra; her nipple hardened under his gentle touch. He looked up and watched as her face flushed red. She knew he had seen her in a reckless abandon the previous night but now in the light of day she felt vulnerable and embarrassed.

'Stand up,' he said, doing so himself. She obeyed, her legs were already feeling a little shaky.

'Are you ok?' Julian asked, 'We don't have to do anything if you don't want to.'

Elle bit her lip, looking up at the lecturer. He had been the focus of her affection from afar for so long. She did not want to mess it up now.

'I'm fine, Julian. I want to… I'll do…' she couldn't think of the words to express how she felt. He watched as she nervously fidgeted on the spot. He knew what to do.

'Take off your shoes.' He was going to start slow. He wanted to see just how submissive the young student was willing to be. Elle frowned at the unusual request, but sat on the leather couch in the corner and removed her white pumps. She moved to take her socks off too, but Julian stopped her.

'You will only remove the items of clothing I tell you to, Elle,' he said sternly. She nodded.

'Lift your dress to your waist,' he said.

She knew this was the point of no return; she could easily say no now, before anything got out of hand, but something deep inside told her to continue. She wanted to please him so badly. She gripped the thin fabric and brought it up to her waist. She saw him inspecting her small white panties. He had a smile on his face. That smile, she knew, was the reason she would do anything Julian said.

He moved back behind his desk and sat down, steepling his fingers in front of his face. He wanted to test her. She was looking at the floor, still holding her dress up.

'Turn around,' Julian said. She complied, letting the dress drop back into place, 'No! From now on you will only do things when I tell you to. Is that understood?'

'Yes, Julian.'

'Then lift your dress back up.'

Elle did so. Julian took his time memorizing the perfect shape of her pale buttocks. The white fabric barely covered half of her bottom.

'Turn back to me,' he said. She did. Her face was now flushed a light pink, and sweat was starting to bead on her forehead. She had never felt such a mix of lust and embarrassment before. She badly wanted to reach into her panties and relieve the throb that had started to pulse there, but she knew she shouldn't. She was his now.

'Take the dress off and stand with your hands on your head.'

Elle gripped the hem harder. The dress was already at her waist, she only needed to pull it over her breasts and her head, but she felt it was a monumental task. She slowly raised the fabric so it only exposed the bottoms of her breasts, 'Faster!' Julian snapped. She held her breath and removed the dress. She saw his eyes flit to her naked breasts and she dropped the fabric to her feet.

'Good girl,' Julian smiled. He stood up and moved to her. She smelled his aftershave and was bewitched by the scent. He raised a hand and cupped her right breast. She sighed. He moved his fingers to her nipple, which became hard as a diamond under his touch. She gasped as he pinched it hard between his thumb and forefinger. He pulled her close and whispered in her ear.

'Tell me, Elle, what is your secret fetish?'

She gasped that she didn't have one.

'That is nonsense…' he growled in her ear, pinching her nipple harder, 'every girl has at least one secret fetish that she is too afraid to share… I want to know yours.'

She stammered. She had always known exactly what she liked, but had never told anyone before. Not even her ex-boyfriend, and they had been together for two years.

'Tell me!' he demanded.

'I… I like…' she trailed off. Julian brought his other hand up to her left nipple and pinched that one hard, 'Aah! Ok… I like… to be… spanked,' Elle whispered. She felt the air in the room fill with the secret she had just admitted. Julian was silent. He let her revelation sink in. He decided what to do.

He gently released her nipples, bending down he kissed them. The pale area around them was now a light pink. He licked each nipple in turn, until he heard her moan.

'Now, Elle, I think your secret fetish is something I could get very interested in,' Julian smiled, once again sitting behind his desk. She felt her body relax a little; he wasn't disgusted.

'Take your panties down,' he said.

Elle nodded, becoming a little more used to taking such orders. When the panties reached her pussy she realised there was a distinct wetness between her legs. She gulped and pulled them further down. She felt a drop of wetness run down her thigh as she brought her panties to her ankles and stepped out of them, placing her hands back on her head.

'Very nice,' Julian said, eyeing her shaven pussy. He saw that she was already wet; a very good sign. He longed to reach out and caress her, but he wanted to test her further first.

'See this ruler?' he said, picking one up off his desk. It was long and wooden, 'I want you to come and take it from me.' Elle moved to the desk, her hips swinging as she did so.

'Now, I want you to kneel on that couch,' he said, pointing to a two-seater leather couch on the opposite wall, 'and I want you to spank yourself with that ruler until I tell you to stop.'

Elle's face flushed an even deeper pink and she swallowed a small lump in her throat. She turned her back to him, moving to the couch. Her knees sunk deep into the leather seat and she leaned over, her chest resting on the back cushion.

'Spread your legs open for me, Elle,' he said.

She shuffled them apart, and from behind his desk he watched as her shaven slit was fully presented to him. She didn't move a muscle once in position.

'I thought I told you to spank yourself.'

Elle moved the ruler so it hovered in her hand above her right ass cheek.

'Do it!' Julian snapped.

The ruler cut through the air and struck Elle's bottom with a snap. Julian felt a stirring in his pants and caressed his erection through the fabric. Elle spanked her ass over and over, the only sound in the room being the metronome like crack as the ruler landed on her naked bottom. Every now and then she would gasp, or moan and Julian caressed himself faster.

Elle felt another drop run down her thigh as she raised the ruler for another stroke. She found it liberating to know that Julian was in complete control of her, although it wasn't him spanking her.

She switched positions once her right cheek had turned a light pink, focussing her attention on the left. Julian watched the blonde girl spank herself until both cheeks were a light pink, then she stammered, 'C-can I stop n-now?'

'I told you, you are only to do what I say!' Julian snapped, moving over to her, 'You will not stop spanking yourself… although…' he considered his decision, '… turn over.'

Elle shakily turned over, sitting on the couch. Julian stood before her.

'Lean back on the couch and open your legs wide,' he demanded. He waited, hands on hips until she had done as she was told. He noticed that her pussy was now dripping onto his couch. He was happy she was as turned on as he was.

'Now take the ruler and spank your pussy.'

He noticed Elle's hand was shaking as she reached for the ruler. She brought it to her pink pussy and rested it there above the wetness.

'What are you waiting for?' he said, 'Spank yourself.'

Elle raised the ruler and brought it down gently on her pussy. It barely made a sound.

'Are you kidding?' Julian said, 'That wasn't a spank. Harder.'

Elle, desperate to please Julian, raised the ruler again and brought it down with a smack. She gasped. Julian's cock throbbed in his pants. She raised the ruler again, bringing it down hard. She let out a small mewling noise as she got into a routine. She raised the ruler, brought it down on her pussy, gasped, raised the ruler, brought it down on her pussy, moaned, raised the ruler, brought it down on her pussy, groaned.

Julian was mesmerized; her legs flew closed with each strike, yet she still opened them and continued to spank herself. He watched her in her abandon; he saw her skin grow from pale to pink… then to a dark pink.

Elle couldn't stop. Her pussy was stinging more with each spank, but once the stinging subsided there was a dull throb. After a while the ruler became soaked in her juices and she felt Julian's hand on her own. He guided the ruler back to her swollen pussy, rubbing it gently over the burning skin. The surface of the wood was smooth and felt slick with her wetness, and together they rubbed the ruler over her clit.

'P-please,' Elle began. Julian threw the ruler to the floor. He wanted to reward her for being so good. He buried his face in between her thighs and ran his tongues in circles over her slit. It was hot from the spanking and he delicately kissed and licked the area. He felt her shudder and looked up.

'You must ask my permission before you cum,' he told her. She nodded feverishly. He took up his position again, teasing her clit with his tongue.

'Julian!' she shouted, 'Can- can I-'

'No.' he told her, inserting a finger into her tight pussy. He felt her clench against the finger and inserted another, still teasing her clit with his tongue.

'Please can I cum?' she groaned. She could feel the orgasm coming, longed for the release.

'Not yet!' he said.

He removed his fingers, running his tongue in one slow movement up her pussy. She bucked against him.

'Can- can I- please?' she growled. She couldn't hold on much longer.

'No,' Julian said, giving her a sharp spank on the pussy. He watched as she writhed on the seat. Then he continued to lap at her slit.

'I need to- please- please let me cum!'

'Ok.' Julian slurred, not moving his head from between her legs. He worked his tongue as he felt her orgasm. He didn't stop licking until he felt her lean back, spent.

This, he knew, was the start of a wonderful relationship.