It came as a surprise to Jasmin when her university announced that they would be partnering with the Institution in an effort to boost their attendance and grade performance. She wasn’t the only one upset with this decision. After all, everyone knew just how cruel the Institution can be with their loans. There was no telling how cruel they would be to college students. Her anger with this decision only amplifying when she only had a year left until she graduated. Now with the new system in place, there was no way to transfer her credits. She either had to stick it out or walk away from all the money and time she spent to be a doctor.
For the moment, Jasmin swallowed her pride and stuck it out. “It was only a year,” she thought. The first week of the new administration saw some signification changes already. When Jasmin walked into class she wasn’t met with Mrs. Ward, the sixty year old woman who greeted everyone in her class with a smile. Instead she was met with a new instructor. A man in his late twenties who looked like he knew how to work out more than teach a class about biology.
“Who are you? Where’s Mrs. Ward?” Jasmin asked furiously.
“My name is Mr. Dawson. Mrs. Ward has been transferred to a university upstate with a pay increase. Don’t worry, the Institution may be strict, but we are not cruel.” Jasmin walked away in a huff only to be stopped once again. “Oh. And Ms. Hardy. Don’t speak to me with that tone again. Understand?”
Jasmin was appalled but didn’t speak back. Instead she opted to sit down at her desk and see how good this new professor was. To her surprise the man knew his stuff. Presenting is lecture as if he had read all of Mrs. Ward’s curriculum the night before and continuing it as if she never left. It was hard to believe that this man worked for the Institution. Perhaps this last year wasn’t going to be so bad after all, but that was a thought that Jasmin would soon regret.
The next week, students had move to different classes while the Institution remodeled the classrooms. Jasmin wondered what the intent was, but unfortunately her focus to graduate kept her distracted enough to find out about it the next week when she returned to her original class. Now fitted with old school desks. The classroom built more to look like some Catholic school more than a university. Mr. Dawson sitting behind some old smaller desk rather than the sleek large one he had before, looking like some teacher from a porno Jasmin saw when she was in high school. It was ridiculous but Mr. Dawson didn’t care. He expected everyone to sit at their desks that now became assigned and work on their assignments or they weren’t getting their credits.
Then the next big change happened. A change that caught Jasmin more off guard than anything before. The university now had a dress code. Nothing reserved like a Catholic school might have. No. Girls were to wear plaid skirts that barely covered their asses. White socks that went over their ankles and little black heel shoes. A white button up shirt that was so thin you could see any bra you were wearing and so small it squeezed against your chest. And a comically small tie. It made it look like a slutty Halloween costume more than anything. Jasmin thought how ridiculous it all was. This was a university. Not some public school. They had no right to do this. But Mr. Dawson would disagree.
“There’s a new dress code for the university grounds. You all have a week to accept the rule change. The university will be more than happy to provide two sets of uniforms to anyone who can’t afford one. If you do not comply with these rule changes. There will be consequences.” His tone getting dead serious as his eyes peered right at Jasmin sitting behind her wooden desk with annoyance.
A week had went by and Jasmin refused to change, protesting such absurd rule that no one should have to follow and shocked by just how many of her friends and classmates dressed up the next week. The only person not amused by Jasmin’s antics was Mr. Dawson.
“Ms. Hardy. Perhaps you didn’t hear me last week. I warned you by this time last week that if you didn’t get with the program that there would be consequences.”
“I’m not dressing up like a whore. Just do your lecture and I’ll be on my way.”
“Unfortunately the new rules state I can’t present my lecture when I have a disruptive student.” Palming his hands together as his voice sounded like it was holding back rage.
“Disruptive? You’re crazy.” Jasmin laughed, looking around to see if anyone would have her back. Only to realize no one was looking at her. She looked back to see Mr. Dawson’s eye twitching.
“Ms. Hardy. You’re a student of a university that belongs to the Institution. If you wanted to not wear the uniform. You should have left the university and gone somewhere else.” His voice dragging with anger as if he was a cougar ready to pounce on his prey. “Policy dictates I must now take corrective action against a disruptive student such as yourself.”
“Corrective action? What on earth are you talking abou-”
Jasmin’s eyes widened in fear as Mr. Dawson got out of his desk and stormed across the classroom to her desk. He grabbed at her hair and pulled her out of her chair, ignoring her screams as she yelled for someone to do something. Her feet scrapping across the floor as he dragged her back towards his desk. Picking her up around her waist with ease and getting her over his knee as he sat on his desk. Jasmin flailed but couldn’t stop the physically superior Dawson as he grabbed at her pants and pulled them straight down with ease. Not only her pants, but her panties as well. Exposing more than just her ass to the whole class.
“What are you doing!? Get the fuck off of me!! Hel-” SMACK
Jasmin felt the man’s hand come crashing down on her ass cheeks. It was more painful that she would’ve expected.
“OW! Fuck! Stop! Let go of m-” SMACK SMACK “Owwwww”
Jasmin was now crying. She’d never been spanked in her life and now she was getting beat right in front of all her classmates and friends.
“You’re going to fucking apologize.” Mr. Dawson’s voice growled as he pinned Jasmin’s arms behind her back and kept her legs down with one of his own. Smacking her ass some more as her flesh echoed in the classroom. No one doing anything to stop him.
“Ow! Fuck you! This isn’t ri-” SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK. “Owwwwww. Stop! Please!”
“Apologize you ungrateful little harlot!” SMACK SMACK. Jasmin’s ass getting redder by the second.
She looked around the classroom. Tears now streaming down her face. Everyone watching. She notice some men had boners. Some of the girls’ hands slipping down their legs as they watched Jasmin get brutalized by their very own professor. A couple of more smacks and the pain was too much for her to bear.
“Okay! Okay!” Her voice cracking as she cried like a child.
“What was that!” SMACK SMACK SMACK. Her ass now turning into a deep red as he tenderized her cheeks.
“I’m sorryyyyyyy!” Jasmin cried out. Her head falling down in shame.
“Good. Now that you’ve realized what you’ve done. I’m going to remind you who’s in charge.”
“Wh-What?” Breathing hard, thinking she would be let go after she apologized.
Mr. Dawson continued his spanking, neglecting to acknowledge Jasmin’s cries of pain. Her ass becoming a deeper shade of red until it looked beyond the recognizable color of skin. Only after knowing for sure her ass would be bruised did he toss her off his knee and towards her desk. Jasmin cried like a five year old that had just been punished by her father. Pulling up her panties and pants, ready to grab her things and walk out of the class room.
“What are you doing?” Mr. Dawson shouted.
“I’m leaving…” Jasmin said trying to wipe tears off her face. Feeling betrayed by her friends and utterly humiliated in front of them.
“You’ve still got a lecture to attend young lady. Now stand in the back. And pull down those pants again. Unless you want me to continue beating your ass.” His threat one hundred percent serious.
“NO! No please! I’ll stay…I’m sorry…” Jasmin cried some more as she grabbed her things, walked to the back of the class and reluctantly pulled down her panties and panties. Ashamed that she was following this man’s orders.
The lecture continued as planned but it was hard to focus and write notes as Jasmin felt the growing and lingering pain of her ass cheeks on fire. The lecture ultimately ending as everyone got up and left for their next class.
“You can pull up your pants now Ms. Hardy.” Mr. Dawson said as he cleaned up his desk for the next class. “And I expect you to be in uniform tomorrow. Understand.”
“Yes…” Jasmin said with fear. Avoiding eye contact.
“Have some respect Ms. Hardy. Yes Sir.” His tone still as commanding as ever.
“Yes Sir.” leaving with her books close to her chest, head down and ass still stinging.
The next day Jasmin showed up as instructed. Wearing the new uniform and turning the heads of every guy on campus. Despite her protests, her body was made for the uniform. Her breasts more pronounced as the shirt squeezed at her body. Her skirt fluttering side to side as she was forced to sway her hips to walk in the heels. The silver lining being her ass felt less pain with no denim pressed against it. Jasmin soon found out that her “class disruption” was marked against her. Four more and she’d be dropped out of the university and sent to the Warehouse as a sex slave. That the Institution demanded “absolute perfection” from their campus attendees. Low enough grade. Late for class. Or any kind of class disturbance was a mark against her. With only months away from her graduation. It was a going to be an uphill battle for Jasmin to make it unscathed and escape this hellhole with her diploma in hand. But that proved more difficult than it sounded.
Weeks would go by before Mr. Dawson assigned a group project and intentionally gave Jasmin the worst possible partners. They did little to nothing to help with the assignment as Jasmin was forced to pick up the slack. Still, her hard efforts of staying up late were in vain and they didn’t get a high enough grade to pass. Since it was the first offence for the other students, they got off easy. But since it was Jasmin’s second offense so soon after her class disruption, Mr. Dawson saw it fit to punish her accordingly. She was to sit in the back of the class on a sybian. Arms trapped in a tight leather armbinder behind her back while a ball gag was secured behind her teeth and snugged around her head. She moaned in the back of class as the machine relentlessly brought pleasure to her pussy. Her panties getting soaked as it was more than she could handing. Her moaning getting so intense that she became a distraction to the rest of the class and Mr. Dawson switched to a dildo gag/muffler. Stuffing her mouth and rendering her voice practically silent. And all that her project partners had to do was endure class with a plug up their ass.
Weeks would go by once again as winter approached. Jasmin did her best to keep her head down, but it wasn’t enough as Mr. Dawson noted her break in uniform. Wearing leggings to keep her legs warm. She was shocked that the university under the Institution’s administration wouldn’t even allow leggings to keep their students warm. There were no second chances with Mr. Dawson though. Every other girl walked into class showing off their legs. It wasn’t his fault that Jasmin didn’t read the new regulations. He made Jasmin stand in the front of class and ripped off her leggings right there. He further humiliated her by using her as an example for anatomy. Ripping off her uniform entirely, rendering her naked to the whole classroom. Mr. Dawson bent Jasmin over his desk and showed everyone in class how to make a girl moan. Shoving his two large fingers into her cunt and getting knuckle deep, making her moan like a pornstar. Even going as far as showing that he could make any girl squirt.
“Just have to hit the right….spot.”
His fingers massaging Jasmin’s insides like they’d been living there all her life. Finding that sweet spot that made Jasmin moan hard and cumming right there in front of the class. Squirting all over her professor’s hand. He spent the rest of the class playing with Jasmin’s body. Allowing other students to fondle her breasts. Pinch her nipples. Tickle her sides. Use electrodes to see her squirm and cry. A simple mistake of wearing leggings that cost her greatly.
Things died down a little as spring approached. Jasmin was thinking that she only had to endure another semester and she’d finally be able to be out of his hell hole. She felt she was in the clear, until Mr. Dawson gave a surprise project that everyone had to finish by the end of the week. Jasmin was unprepared like most other students, but most other students didn’t have three strikes against them already. She spent nights working on the project, making sure there was no way Mr. Dawson would give her a bad grade. But in her efforts to maintain the quality, she overslept the day the project was due. Despite her bursting into the classroom, the face on Mr. Dawson said it all.
As punishment for being late, Mr. Dawson walked up to Jasmin, grabbed her by her shoulders and made her face the class. She closed her eyes and whimpered as the man grabbed at her shirt and ripped it open. Easily tearing her bra off with ease as well. Tossing both pieces of fabrics to the side.
“This is what happens when you’re late.”
Mr. Dawson tied Jasmin up to her desk, bent over. Legs spread open. Her panties ripped from her body. She whined as Mr. Dawson secured the ball gag around her face once again, knowing this could be anything but good. She quivered when she felt the end of a bamboo cane run up against her leg, causing her to whine and cry with anticipation. One whack from the cane and Jasmin was already crying.
“Class. Everyone is to strike Jasmin at least once. As hard as they can. Teach her a lesson.”
Jasmin felt her heart sink as a line formed behind her. The first student being one of her best friends before the Institution took over. She swung the cane and struck at Jasmin’s ass, making her cry out in pain.
“Not hard enough. Again!”
Jasmin was shocked. She didn’t expect Mr. Dawson to be this cruel, but there was nothing she could do as her best friend swung again. Putting more power into her swing and making Jasmin’s ass sting like it was on fire. The next student didn’t hold back. Jasmin looked back in time to see that it was a boy she had rejected when she was just a freshman here. His resentment towards her apparent as his swing had plenty of follow through and Jasmin lurched back in back. Biting down on the ball gag. The next student. Another swing. Anytime Mr. Dawson didn’t think they gave it their all, he forced them to strike her again. And if they didn’t comply, they stuck her at last five times. Sometimes, even when a student did strike her hard, he was sadistic enough to make them strike her again. Knowing it would be a more painful strike. Student after student. Welt after welt. By the end of the punishment, Jasmin’s ass was covered in horizontal marks that swelled. Some even bleeding. Her pussy and ass exposed for all to see. Her legs shaking in pain.
Unfortunately for Jasmin, not only was she late that day, awarding her forth mark, but she failed to turn the project in on time due to her punishment. Earning her fifth mark. Jasmin was packed in a crate. Holes stuffed with toys. Blindfolded and tied up tightly and sent off to the Warehouse where she’d be trained as a slave and sold to the highest bidder once she was broken. She couldn’t believe how quick her life had turned around. How she should have just taken the loss and dropped out of the university to go somewhere else. How stupid she was to think a pretty little thing like herself could beat a system the Institution created themselves. A system designed to create sex slaves. Her mind slowly dissolving into one of a cock hungry slut willing to do anything for her master or mistress as her training took effect. Standing on the auction ready to be sold. Seeing the one man she never thought she’d see again. Mr. Dawson. The man who smiled in the audience. Who waited eagerly for this day. The day he could fuck the defiant little girl who walked into his classroom.