Marlena did not protest when the professor called her a trollop. Perhaps she had deserved it. At least her honesty lead to him putting the scary-looking cane down on the desk. The welts on her posterior from where the lashes had rained down on her flesh were still a burning reminder of his preferred brand of discipline. When he got close enough for her to feel his warm breath on her skin, she noticeably was shivering on her long legs. A short shriek escaped her throat when she felt his rough fingers disappear underneath the band of her panties and then pull them down her legs.<br/><br/><strong>“Please sir… don’t… this is obscene… it’s wrong…” </strong><br/><br/>She was protesting even before he pawed her ass cheeks and landed a sharp blow with the palm of his hand on the left one. Combined with the sting of the earlier lashing, she yelped in pain as the sensation ran up her spine and dominated her mind. She wanted to struggle, hit him, and then make for the door, only she realized there was no escape and when the threat of further caning returned, she tried to compose herself. Even though she found her mauling of her flesh to be disgusting, it was preferable to further corporal punishment.<br/><br/><strong>“No please… no more caning professor…”</strong><br/><br/>She was left sobbing quietly as she spread her legs apart from him. His hand was still lingering on her taut ass cheeks and she breathed in heavily in fear of what was to come.<br/>