The Study Group Spanking - OTK, humiliating

Sofia_xx
Sep 16
3 min read

The study room was meant for quiet focus. Four walls, a long oak table, and a sign on the door that said Respect Silence at All Times. It wasn’t the library itself, but it was close—shared space in the dorm, where groups could work together as long as they remembered the rules.

I wasn’t remembering them.

What started as whispers turned into chatter. Someone cracked a joke, and I laughed louder than I should have. The sound bounced off the low ceiling, earning glares from two students across the room. Instead of stopping, I giggled again, leaning back in my chair, brushing it off like it wasn’t serious.

The door opened.

Our resident advisor stood in the doorway. His presence alone made the group fall silent. He didn’t raise his voice, didn’t scold the others. His eyes found me. Steady. Unamused.

“You. Out here.”

My stomach flipped. I pushed my chair back slowly and followed him into the hallway. He didn’t speak as we walked, only led me down the corridor into the smaller RA office. The door clicked shut, and the silence was louder than the laughter had been.

“You’ve been warned before,” he said evenly. “That room is for study, not disruption.”

“I wasn’t that loud—”

“You don’t get to argue.” He pulled a chair into the middle of the room and sat down. “This time, you’ll be disciplined properly.” His hand patted his thigh. “Over my knee.”

My face burned. “Wait—here? In this office?”

“Yes,” he said, calm as stone. “And you’ll keep your voice low, or your humiliation will be shared with the group you disturbed.”

I hesitated, trembling, but his gaze left no room for escape. Slowly, I lowered myself over his lap, palms touching the floor, hair falling into my face. His arm pressed against my back, steady and unyielding.

The first spank landed sharp and loud. I gasped, the sting biting deep. Another followed, then another, each one deliberate and strong. He didn’t speak at first, letting the rhythm itself lecture me.

“You will respect silence,” he finally said, each word punctuated with a swat. “You will not disrupt those who are here to work.”

My hips shifted, but his hand held me firmly in place. The spanking built hotter and hotter until my legs trembled. And then he paused—only long enough to tug my jeans down to my knees, baring me completely.

“Please—no—”

“This isn’t about what you want. This is about correction.”

The next swat landed bare, searing, the sound echoing twice as loud against the office walls. My face burned as I bit my lip to stay quiet, terrified someone outside would hear. He spanked methodically, covering every inch, until I was gasping with each strike.

Then he stopped. For a moment, I thought it was over. Until he opened the desk drawer.

When I turned my head, my stomach dropped. A wooden ruler, long and clear, lay in his hand.

“This will help you remember,” he said calmly.

The first crack was sharp, precise, burning into already tender skin. I flinched, a sound escaping my throat before I could stop it.

“Count them,” he ordered.

My voice wavered. “One.” Crack. “Two.” Crack. By six, my eyes stung with tears. By ten, my voice was trembling, my humiliation complete.

When it ended, he let me up—but only to walk me back to the study room. My jeans still at my knees.

“Face the wall,” he said, guiding me to the front of the room where the others could see. “Skirt up. Hands behind your back. Ten minutes.”

My breath caught. “Not here—please—”

“Exactly here,” he said firmly. “They were the ones you disturbed. Let them see what happens when rules are ignored.”

I obeyed slowly, shame crawling over my skin hotter than the sting. My skirt lifted, my punished bottom bared to the entire group. The silence was suffocating. Pages turned softly. Someone coughed. But no one spoke.

Every second felt like an eternity. My cheeks flamed, my legs trembled, the sting across my skin burning brighter with each heartbeat. When the ten minutes finally ended, he lowered my skirt and let me return to my chair. I sat gingerly, unable to look at anyone.

The silence in the room after that wasn’t forced. It was absolute.