Goes Around, Comes Around [M/F]

(c) 2007 by Grace Brackenridge
[500 words]

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This story blends fact and fiction. The author strongly opposes the spanking of real children in real life.
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"Dear lady, it breaks my heart to see you look so."

Professor Manheim smirked. Of course, he didn't feel the least bit sorry. My ill-fitting cheerleader's outfit was his idea.

Why wasn't Manheim more like Bill Clinton? Why not a blowjob and be done with it?

Yes, I was a varsity cheerleader in high school.

Now I'm an assistant professor of speech communication.

I have six refereed journal articles on my vita, but I need seven. In lieu of seven and with time running out, I need an advocate on the tenure committee. Like maybe the chair. Like maybe the esteemed Douglas Manheim, Ph.D.

I'm not the first woman to "do dirty" for tenure.

"I'm a bad girl, Dr. Manheim," I recited, licking my lollipop. "I need to be punished."

Like the cheerleader outfit, the lollipop was Manheim's requirement.

"Bend over, dear lady."

So I bent over the table in the conference room where we usually sit with our colleagues, deciding important issues for the Speech Department.

(Metal or plastic paper clips? After a two-hour discussion, we appoint a task force and give it two months to investigate and report back.)

WHAP!

Coach Jenny McGrudy paddled me once at 17 for missing practice, flipping up my cheerleader skirt in back and rubbing my buns first.

A lesbian, Coach kissed me afterwards, her fingers pressing the (im)proper spot between my legs. I felt repulsed -- but I was powerless.

Drunk at a faculty reception, I made the mistake of telling Manheim of that humiliating episode -- not knowing then what a twisted fuck he is or how he would use that information.

WHAP! WHAP!

Manheim paddled my bare bottom till I cried.

"Thank you, Professor Manheim," I sniffled, standing up stiffly, smoothing my skirt, and licking my lollipop again.

Exiting the conference room, I dashed to my office. Even on Sunday afternoon, grad students lurk about.

In my office, I changed into more "appropriate" attire.

With difficulty, I pulled on my long, black, patent leather boots, zipping up the sides.

"Come in," I said when Manheim knocked.

He stood in his tight shorts, white shirt, bowtie, and beanie.

Nothing looks more pathetic than a bald, 42-year-old man dressed like a schoolboy.

"I'm a bad boy, Dr. Brackenridge," he recited, sucking his thumb. "I need to be punished."

"Take that thumb out of your mouth, you nasty boy, and lick my boots."

I stretched my right leg forward.

The noted rhetorician knelt and bathed my boot with saliva...

Lick after lick after lick...

"When you're done with the other boot," I said, thrusting it forward. "Take off your pants for the caning of your life, you repugnant boy."

Manheim made a disgusting, slobbery sound of delight, his tongue never leaving the boot leather.

A powerless woman in a vulnerable position to a corrupt man, I smiled anyway.

The riding crop and handcuffs in my desk would soon put the "non" back into Manheim's consensual caning fantasy.

What goes around comes around.

This was a hot, nasty little story which captured faculty meetings/relationships very accurately. This author's are such consistent rays of sunshine on the group and in the contest, with such consistent quality and touch of reality, that I always look forward to them. Fortunately, she is an over-achiever in the quantity department as well. If there is an award for overall quality of stories in the contest or author giving the most pleasure, this author should be considered for that award.

This author does "nasty" as well as I've ever seen it done. I thought the characters deliciously coarse, and loved seeing their shell of respectability crack and stink up the joint. The female describes herself as powerless and vulnerable, yet I found her to be neither, and no better than the man she's so contemptuous of. As for the technical aspects of the story, it is crisply written and fit nicely into the category it was entered into. I did not initially appreciate the story that followed the first line, but on the second read I thought it did very nicely. By the third read I could clearly envision this drooling creep saying just such a line. This is surely a story that ages well.

Wow, I loved the twist. I hadn't expected it, but was glad to see it. It makes her humiliation easier to accept. I can tell she loves giving as good as she got. I wonder how long until she starts deciding that certain grad students need a little motivation?

This story is a twist on the classic casting couch / abuse of power scenario, featuring a female professor who is willing to do whatever it takes to get tenure. Goes Around, Comes Around includes some intriguing details, but also some elements I find jarring. Most importantly, the first line ("Dear lady, it breaks my heart to see you look so.") doesn't seem like a good fit for the scene in which it's used. An entertaining read, but perhaps not an ideal entry in this category.