What Luan Learned in College Chapter 3 — Punished

[The long-awaited next chapter has arrived. I would suggest starting at the beginning if you haven’t read the first two chapters.]

The longer she waited, the more nervous Luan became. Every little sound from the corridor made her want to run and hide. Her fingers, arms, and shoulders ached from being stretched across the desk. She was cold from the air conditioner that occasionally blew across her creamy white naked body. After sensing no movement in the room, the lights turned off automatically after about 10 minutes. The improvised blindfold, made from the bottom part of her shirt that she had cut off, was thin enough that she could tell the change in the light after she heard the electromechanical click.

It had only been about fifteen minutes since she positioned herself like this at her Masters’ instruction, but it seemed like an hour or more in her heightened state. She worried that someone other than Master J would open the door to the lecture hall and find her there wearing nothing except a plug in her ass.

Her phone buzzed. It startled her, and she almost lost her grip on the desk. Should she answer it? What if it was her Masters? Maybe Master J had been delayed? A moment later, it buzzed again. They knew she was blindfolded and couldn’t answer without failing to follow instructions. Maybe this was a test, or perhaps it was just her friends. It nagged at her brain that there were unanswered messages. She had almost talked herself into taking a quick peek at her phone when she heard the classroom door open, followed by the click of the lights coming on.

“What are you doing in here? Are you naked?” a man asked, his voice echoing across the empty room.

Oh god, it’s not Master J! She panicked.

“Um, I….I just…” Luan stammered as she quickly stood up.

She fumbled around, trying to cover herself with her hands. First, she focused on the front, then she remembered the plug and switched to her backside. Then she started to turn around, but that would put her tits and shaved cunt on display, and she also needed to get the blindfold off. Her mind was racing, and her face burned with shame and fear.

“Get back in position! I didn’t tell you to move!” the man barked, then laughed.

“M..M..Master J?” Luan hesitantly asked.

“Yes, sorry. When I saw you there, I couldn’t resist messing with you,” J said, still laughing as he crossed the room.

Luan could hear the camera shutter sound, and she cringed at the thought of what she must look like as she stretched her naked body across the table again and grabbed the opposite edge. Her heart was still pounding.

“You are even more beautiful in person. The pics and videos don’t do you justice,” J said admiringly. “Your ass looks amazing. Do you work out?”

“Thank you, Master,” Luan said, embarrassed as he appraised her body but appreciating the compliment because she always thought her ass was too small. “I go to the gym with my friends sometimes.”

“Well, whatever you are doing, keep it up,” J said, and Luan heard the camera again right behind her.

“Yes, Master,” Luan said. She was trying to be as compliant as possible, hoping he might let her off with another warning for her transgression.

“Your ass is so perfect,” J said, cupping her ass with his hand. “I almost hate to do this, but hopefully, it’ll make you understand that we’re serious about you following our instructions precisely.”

She was reminded of her father. He would always say he didn’t like to punish her, but it was for her own good. Ironically, he also used to make her strip, or at least pull down their pants and panties, for punishments, but they had always been in the privacy of her own home with her mom’s quiet but comforting presence in the room. Her mother was sometimes punished the same way, and her friends in school all shared the same experience, so she never questioned it. It wasn’t until she got to the university that she learned most people weren’t raised with this old-school mindset about discipline. She secretly attributed some of her friends’ bratty behavior to not being properly spanked when they were younger.

“Spread your legs wider,” J told her, his voice shifting from the conversational tone he had been using to a deeper, more commanding air.

His order shook her out of her memory. She became fully aware of the differences between being punished by her parents at home and the way she was putting herself on display here in the front of the classroom like a whore, alone with just Master J, who she only knew from a few messages on her phone. She had started getting aroused sometimes when her parents had spanked her as a teen. It had made her feel ashamed, but she had even masturbated in her room a few times afterward. What she felt now was orders of magnitude beyond those feelings.

She pulled one foot free of her shorts and then slid her feet apart until her toes barely touched the floor. She felt the cool air as her labia parted and imagined a glistening tendril of her wetness stretched across the gap like she had seen in photos online.

Master J placed a bag on her bare back, causing her to flinch. It felt cool and smooth against her skin, like soft leather. He unzipped the bag, and she felt him take something out of it.

“Do not let go of the desk, do you understand?” J commanded. “And don’t let my bag fall.”

“Yes, Sir,” Luan replied apprehensively, steeling herself for what she knew was coming next.

There was an excruciating pause. Luan held her breath, trying to prepare herself for what she knew was coming. The anticipation was making her feel even more vulnerable. She shifted her weight slightly and felt the bag wobble on her back.

WHACK!

Even though she had been expecting it, the wooden paddle was still a shock when it connected with her tight ass cheek. The blow wasn’t that hard, but it stung, and she had to force herself to maintain her grip on the desk and not squirm to keep the bag from falling.

WHACK!

The second strike came quickly, landing on the other cheek and stinging more than the first.

Master J continued to paddle her ass. He wasn’t keeping a rhythm, so she never knew when the next strike would come. He alternated sides but sometimes gave her double or triple on one side before moving to the other. He also seemed to be trying to spread them out over the whole surface of her ass and even down the back of her legs a bit. Occasionally, he would pause and rub his hand gently over her flesh, feeling the warmth and gauging her reaction.

The plug in her ass was also teasing her as she clinched and relaxed reflexively. Master J had been careful not to strike or touch it so far.

She could feel herself getting more and more aroused, even as her ass became more tender, increasing the pain from the paddle increased. The moisture between her legs was beginning to seep down her inner thighs. Her pussy—no, her cunt—tingled, wanting attention.

He kept paddling until Luan started to sob quietly. Master J seemed to feel like she’d had enough.

She heard the camera snapping more photos, but she was past caring.

“You’ve got some nice heat coming off your ass now,” J said, proud of his handiwork. He circled his hand round one cheek, then the other.

“Thank you, Sir,” she said weakly, not knowing what else to say.

As his hand slipped down between her thighs, she flinched but didn’t make a sound or try to stop him. The bag on her back rocked but didn’t fall.

“Ta—I mean, Miss T—said you got very wet when she put your plug in!” J teased as he slipped two fingers easily between her labia and started working them into her hole. “I’m glad you enjoyed getting spanked as well, but I hope you understand now that we expect you to be more obedient and follow our instructions precisely.”

“Uhh, yes, Sir,” Luan moaned as the full length of his fingers probed her.

“Do you like being our toy, little slut?” J teased.

She didn’t want to respond but knew he was expecting a reply. She could deny it and risk feeling the sting of the paddle again on her sore backside, or admit that it gave her a rush of excitement and arousal. Her brain was fogged by his fingers plunging slowly in and out. She only debated with herself briefly before deciding to go with the truth.

“Yes, maybe a little, Sir,” she whispered breathlessly, her face flushing beneath the blindfold at having to say it aloud.

“What was that? I couldn’t hear you, slut,” J said, picking up the pace with his fingers.

“Maybe a little, Sir,” she said louder, panting and groaning as she felt herself getting closer and closer to the orgasm she desperately wanted.

“Good girl. I think more than a little, but keep being honest with us; it will make things much easier,” he said as he found her clit and began to stroke it, making her squirm.

Luan whimpered a little as he teased her. She could feel her orgasm building quickly now. Her cunt was aching. Her ass was clenching the plug, making it feel bigger than it was. She remembered Miss T saying they got her a small one “to start with” when she first pushed it into her ass just a few hours ago, and she moaned thinking about how a larger one would feel.

“This experience doesn’t have to be bad. You might find that you enjoy it almost as much as we will,” J said, teasing another moan out of her, “but remember, no orgasm without permission.”

“Oh…ooh, yes, Master,” Luan said, breathing heavily and trying to think of something that would distract her.

He was too persistent, and her mind couldn’t focus on anything except the texture of his fingers sliding across her tender little button. She squealed and squirmed as she felt his thumb press into her. The bag on her back rocked again, forcing her to be still and accept the new sensation even though she wanted to buck like a rodeo bull. He had her most sensitive parts between his thumb and fingers now, and he was working them in and out and around in a way that she had never experienced before. He was almost lifting her feet off the ground.

What would he do to her if she let his bag fall? What would he do if she had an orgasm? She was so close that her whole body was tingling. She realized she was doing that stupid thing the asian girls did in the porn videos where they squeaked in time with getting fucked. She hated that.

“Please, Sir, may I cum?” Luan panted, knowing that she was about to reach the point of no return.

“Hold it just a little longer,” J said, pinching her more firmly and ordered: “Don’t you dare cum!”

“Unng! Yes, Master,” Luan said through her moans, though she didn’t know how she was going to hold back.

“You have to learn to do as you are told,” J said, nudging her closer and closer. “We own you now, understand?”

“Oh god! Oh god! Yes, Master,” Luan said, her voice low and breathy.

“You will do everything we say exactly how we tell you,” J demanded, “and you. Will. Not. Cum.”

“Oh god, yes, Master, please, please, I’m trying, but I can’t hold back much longer,” she begged on the verge of tears. The orgasm was going to come any second, but she wanted to obey more, so she pushed it back, barely holding on.

Master J quickly pulled his hand out from between her legs, and she screamed breathlessly and began sobbing. She closed her legs and rubbed her thighs together, trying to get any relief, but the bag on her back shifted, and she had to freeze again to keep it from falling, even though she desperately felt the need to move. Luan whimpered in frustration. She wanted his fingers back. She wasn’t done yet. She needed to cum!

“Lick this mess off of my fingers. I can’t go back smelling like your cunt,” he said rudely, as he brought his hand around to her face.

Luan could smell her scent under her nose. She stuck out her tongue and lapped her juice from his fingers and thumb. It had a muskier taste than the last time, but it was still okay. After a moment, he pushed them into her mouth and she sucked them greedily. He worked them in and out while she moaned. Finally, there was a loud, wet slurp as he pulled them free and wiped the rest of the wetness across her back.

“Tell me what you are feeling right now,” J said after Luan had calmed down a little.

“Mmmm,” Luan moaned as she tried to think of words, any words. “Cum…I need to cum so bad.”

“You are a desperate whore, aren’t you? I wonder what you would do for an orgasm,” he prompted.

“I’m a desperate whore,” Luan said as she writhed against the edge of the desk. “I’ll do anything, Master. Please, please let me cum.”

“Anything?” he asked, and let it hang in the air for a moment, watching this cute little asian slut move so crudely. “What would you do right now?”

“Maybe you could…you could fuck me?” Luan said sheepishly. She had never expected to hear those words come out of her mouth.

“Well, well, well…someone’s starting to think like a little slut. Still, that’s really something you want me to do for you, not something you would do to earn an orgasm,” he admonished.

Luan’s mind was blank. She couldn’t think of anything that she could do to earn an orgasm. All she could think about was her clit throbbing.

“I could suck your cock,” she tried, desperately blurting out the next thing she thought of.

“Remember, we own you now. We can use you whenever we want, but it’s not time for that yet. Just keep doing exactly what we tell you to do, and you will have plenty of opportunities to scratch that itch in your sloppy wet cunt,” he said. “For the moment, you’ll just have to manage without satisfaction.”

She heard J snapping several more photos. Had he been taking pictures the whole time? Or, even worse, a video?!

“That’s enough for now,” J said, putting the paddle and his phone back into his bag.

“Thank you, Sir,” she said, her breathing starting to slow as she tried to regain some control of herself.

“What are your plans for the rest of the day?” he asked.

She had to force herself to focus before she could answer.

“I need to go to the library to do some research for an essay, but I don’t think I’ll be able to with my shirt like that,” Luan said, “The way it tore, it’s too short.”

“Hmmm, the library could be interesting,” he said.

Luan didn’t like the sound of that. She listened as he typed on his phone. Then, it buzzed, and then he typed some more, and this repeated a few more times.

“Okay, I think we have a solution,” J said. “Stand up.”

Master J moved his bag off of her back, and Luan groaned as she pushed herself upright. She ached a little between being bent over the desk for so long and her punishment.

“I’m going to take off your blindfold,” J said. “You will keep your eyes closed and you will not turn around, understand?”

“Yes, Master,” Luan said, scrunching her eyes closed.

Master J tugged at the knot on the back of her head until it finally came loose, then pulled the shirt bottom off her head.

“Raise your arms above your head,” J directed.

Luan put her arms straight up as he commanded. He reached up and pulled the bottom half of the shirt that she had been using as a blindfold down to her chest. The soft material teased her nipples, which seemed huge and extra sensitive now.

“Put your arms down against your sides and hold that right there,” he said.

Luan lowered her arms and pinned the shirt material against her sides.

“Do you have a rubber band or a hair tie or something?”

“In my bag, Sir,” she said and started to move, but remembered she wasn’t allowed to turn around.

“I’ll get it. Hold on,” he said.

He walked to the desk where Luan’s bag was sitting, and she heard him rummaging through her stuff. Even with everything he had just done, she somehow felt violated as she listened to him digging through her stuff.

“Where is it?” he asked.

“There should be some hair ties in one of the front pockets,” Luan said, trying to remember.

She heard him open a pocket and rummage around in it, then another.

“Ah, here we go,” J said finally, then paused and asked, “Who is Amber?”

It took a moment for her brain to think about anything except her desperate need to cum, but then she remembered the message on her now empty coffee cup from the bistro.

“No one,” Luan said quickly, remembering how suggestive the message was. “She works at the bistro where I had lunch.”

He read the message aloud: “Next time, maybe I can help you out with more than just coffee…”

Luan felt a shiver run through her body, and her drooling pussy twinged. She thought she’d better explain.

“She was in the restroom when I was taking pictures and…stuff. She heard me, um, edging.”

“Oh, interesting!” He sounded intrigued. “What did she say?”

Luan was embarrassed to tell him everything that had happened, but she didn’t want to lie in case it came back to haunt her later. She decided to keep it simple.

“When we were washing our hands, she told me not to worry, everyone does it,” she said tentatively. “Then, as I was leaving, she made me a coffee to go on the house, and she wrote that message on the cup.”

“She sounds like someone we might want you to get to know a little better,” J said suggestively. “How do you feel about her?”

Luan wasn’t sure how she felt about Amber. She was pretty, and Luan wished that she had breasts like hers. She seemed very friendly but very forward. She couldn’t believe they had talked about masturbating in the bathroom together, and then she had pinched her nipples! Luan could almost feel her doing it now. She had read that some women could have an orgasm just from nipple stimulation. She was so desperate to cum right now, she might be able to do it.

“I’m not sure. We only talked for a minute in the bathroom. She was pretty and seemed very friendly,” Luan said carefully, so she didn’t give away some of the details she had left out.

Master J took a moment to consider before continuing.

“After I leave, send her a quick message to let her know you are interested. Be a little slutty flirt.”

“Yes, Sir,” Luan said in a low voice.

She didn’t know how to be a slutty flirt but the idea made her needy cunt twinge. Maybe she could pretend to be her friend Alice. If you looked up “slutty flirt” in a dictionary, there would probably be a picture of Alice.

Master J pulled on the back of the shirt, gathering the material until it was tight across her chest. Then, she felt him twisting and tying it with a hair tie. She realized that he was making a sort of tube top. After he finished, he took a photo.

“I want you to turn around, but keep your eyes closed,” Jay told her.

“Yes, Sir,” she said as she spun around to face him.

He took another photo and then typed another message on his phone.

“That should do it, I think,” J said a moment later. “Miss T says it even looks like something you might do on purpose.”

Luan had no idea what it looked like, but she could feel her breasts compressed by the band and was sure her nipples would be clearly defined, especially in her current state. Still, it was better than showing off half her boob.

“Thank you, Master,” Luan said, actually kinda meaning it this time.

“You will stay at the library until everyone has mostly cleared out. There is a game this evening, so it should be pretty quiet after 5 pm. We’ll be in touch. Don’t leave before you hear from us,” he instructed.

“Yes, Master,” Luan replied.

“I am going now,” J said, picking up his bag from the desk. “Remember, count to fifty after you hear me leave before you get dressed.”

“Yes, Master,” Luan said again.

She listened to his footsteps as he crossed the room and heard the door open and close. She started counting. When she reached fifty, she opened her eyes. She was alone in the room again.

Luan examined her DIY top as best as she could using her selfie camera as a mirror. Her nipples were even more visible than she had feared. Tube tops were not the most fashionable thing these days, but at least it covered her breasts, and they weren’t in danger of falling out. She looked around and did not see the top part of her shirt. Master J must have taken it with him.

She picked her shorts up off the floor, fixed one of the legs that had turned inside out, and stepped into them. She wished she had something to dry herself with, but remembered that she wasn’t allowed to for the rest of the day anyway. She would just have to live with the slimy trail that had run down her inner thighs. She felt the back of her legs where they were sore. Luckily, the shorts were long enough to cover as far down as Master J had spanked her.

She picked up her phone and remembered receiving some messages earlier. She unlocked the phone and checked. One was an email from her mother. She would read that later. The other messages were in her friend chat.

Alice: I only made it to my last class today. We should all meet up for dinner.

Kelley: How about that Mexican place on 3rd? We haven’t been there in a while.

Alice: Sounds good to me. What time?

Alice: Luan? Megan? You guys in?

Luan wondered what her Masters would make her do at the library and how long it would take.

Luan: I have to go to the library and work on my essay. I probably won’t be done before 6.

She started to put her phone away, but remembered that Master J had told her to send a message to Amber. She turned the empty coffee cup to see Amber’s phone number and added it to her contacts, then started a new message.

Luan: Hello, this is Luan. We met at the bistro earlier today, and you wrote your number on my cup.

She had started to type “from the restroom,” but blushed at the thought and changed it. She didn’t have to wait long for a reply.

Amber: Oh, you’re the cutie who was jilling in the john, right?

Luan: Yes 😳

Amber: No reason to be embarrassed.

Luan was genuinely reluctant to do this. She thought some girls were hot, but she wasn’t a lesbian, and she had never done anything with another girl. She was also not used to being the initiator, but her Masters weren’t going to accept her being a shy wallflower, so she decided to be direct.

Luan: I thought maybe I could take you up on your offer sometime.

Amber: Wonderful! You just let me know when and where. It doesn’t have to be in the restroom, unless that’s your thing.

Luan: No, not really. Today was my first time.

Amber: Lucky for me I was there ☺️

Luan: Lucky for both of us!

She knew that sounded awkward, but she wasn’t good at flirting, and she couldn’t think of anything slutty to say. Luckily, Amber had no problem being a little forward and gave her an opening.

Amber: I can’t wait to get a better look at those cute little tits 😘

Luan: I liked you pinching them. I’ve been wet all afternoon.

It wasn’t a lie, but Amber’s little pinch definitely wasn’t the primary reason.

Amber: Oh my, I’d love to help you out with that.

Amber: I need to get back to work, but I’m going to be thinking about you more than the coffee. I hope we can meet up soon.

Luan: Okay, I hope so too.

Luan didn’t know what else to say. She didn’t want to say any of it. Hopefully, Masters would be pleased. She clicked over to her chat with them.

Luan: I messaged Amber from the bistro. She wants to meet up with me sometime.

It took a minute for the reply. Luan packed up her backpack. Master J had pulled some stuff out and left things in disarray when he was searching through her bag.

TJ: Good girl! I’ll bet she texts you right after work. If not, text her in the morning. Either way, try to set up a time to meet her tomorrow evening.

TJ: Tell her you want to take a walk in Central Park. It’s not far from the bistro.

Luan was sure that they suggested the park for a reason, but she would have to worry about that later.

Luan: Yes, Masters.

She took a moment to gently massage her sore ass and thought about what she had gotten herself into. She sipped some water from the insulated bottle she carried before stowing it with her other things and then threw the pack over one shoulder and headed for the library.