Gina was nervous, but she accpeted the teaching position at the State
Private Academy knowing full well what she was getting into. This was a
co-ed school, but she would be the first ever female professor. It took
years of political fighting to get the job, and she wasn't about to back
out now.

She looked at her naked frame in the mirror. She was a young, beautiful 26
year old with long auburn hair falling down past her slender waist to her
firm white buttocks. Her breasts were also firm and round, and her legs
long and lean. Trouble, she suspected. A conservative school like SPA not
used to seeing female profs would be most upset with this.

"I will make every effort to make this work", she remembered telling the
principal on her final interview. "Anything you ask of me will be done".

 The principal, Dr. Thaddeus, smiling at the prospect of imposing his
fantasies upon a willing, submissive like Gina who had everything to lose
by not obeying replied, "The first thing you must remember is that as the
first female professor at SPA you have a very high moral standard to
uphold. Wouldn't you agree?"

"Yes sir, I would," Gina responded, her hands shifting nervously on her lap
in front of her.

"Fine," Thaddeus smiled, "I will be in charge of your detail, starting with
your dress code. We cannot have that wonderful body of yours drawing
attention from your job. Therefore, I don't think it to be out of line to
ask you to dress under at least two layers of clothing at all times,
exposing nothing but your face and hands."

"As you see fit, sir," Gina smiled.

"You are to report to me here at the start of each day for inspection,"
Thaddeus said, "Once I deem you to be proper for SPA standards, I will
allow you to teach. Understood?"

"Very clearly, sir,"

Gina remembered feeling awfully sticky and wet during this part of the
conversation. She loved the commanding tone Dr. Thaddeus owned. Then there
was the matter of submitting to his will through the act of obidient
chastity. As she heard the orders, she almost wanted to take her fingers
and run them down between her skirt. But then...she didn't want to be
punished. At least, not before she could put in at least ONE day!

"Expose nothing but my face and hands," Gina repeated to herself as she
fumbled through her wardrobe, "That shouldn't be hard!"

She had plenty of choices. Her closet which made up an entire wall in her
bedroom was filled with turtlenecks of every concievable size, texture and
color. She had dozens of wool and tweed double knit blazers, and matching
skirts that went well past her knees. Five pairs of thigh length leather
boots would cover her ankles just fine.

Today is important, she thought. First day. First inspection.

She chose a navy blue cable knit turtleneck made of thick, scratchy wool.
She held it against her naked breasts and threw her head back. The fibers
brushed against her hardening nipples, beckoning them outward until they
were red from the friction caused by rubbing the garment against them. She
considered for a moment using the sweater to exciting another region
slightly lower, then stopped, saying "No..I must wear this today. It cannot
be ruined!"

She put it on over her head and pulled it down. For a moment, her entire
head was engulfed in a sea of dark blue woolen waves. She breathed the hot
air inside her new mask, filling her lungs and holding it there until she
felt she would burst. Then she finished pulling the collar over hear head,
releasing her breath in a gasp of excitement.

She slipped her arms into the sleeves and carefully coifed the neck into a
fold under her chin. Then she went back to closet to choose a suit that
would match the diginity of this sweater. She chose a beige colored tweed
outfit with a skirt to the knee and a matching coat. She was somewhat
concerned about the length of the skirt being too short for SPA, but
decided the leather boots would make up the difference.

The material of the skirt itched just as much as her sweater. Good. With
the exception of her black lace panties, she wasn't wearing any underwear.
She liked to feel the fullness of pain as the scratchy fibers pricked at
her body all day like a thousand needles being systematically thrust into
her tender skin. Once the skirt was on, she sat on the edge of the bed and
rubbed her hands up and down atop her thighs to reminder herself how that
sensation could easily be augmented.

Her thighlength boots came next. She laced them tightly all the way up to
an inch below her knee cap. She wondered again if her skirt would be long
enough. If she sat improperly, just once, an inch or two of her leg might
show...then what?

She would take that chance.

Before Gina put her blazer on, she noticed that she was getting extremely
hot as well as stimulated. This, she decided, was good too. Isn't heat a
very sexual thing? That, and all the physical stimulation her scratchy
material provided against her skin would keep her sufficently happy through
her ordeals she would be facing as a female professor at SPA. She put the
blazer on, and went to the mirror.

Her hair! Her long hair! That would have to be dealt with too! Quickly, she
tied it up in a tight knot behind her head and inspected herself again.
Very demure. Classic. Restrained.

She went out the door and began the walk to the Academy. It was almost two
miles, but she felt the walk would do her good. By the time she made it,
she could feel waves of sweat pouring down her back and face in the early
September heat. But then again, she rationalized, isn't sweat a very sexual
thing?

Gina couldn't wait to show Dr. Thaddues, so she ran straight for his office
for inspection. There, the strong, handsome director was waiting for her in
a chair behind his desk. He looked her over silently for a minute, his dark
eyes going up and down, his body unmoving.

Finally he spoke, "I see you have made quite an effort to present yourself
as a proper representative of the Academy. But that skirt is far too high,
and I can see your neck quite clearly despite your turtleneck."

"Dr. Thaddeus..I'm so sory, I'll..."

"Nevermind SORRY!" he interrupted, "Sorry is a word. It means nothing here."

"Yes Doctor," Gina said, folding her hands and bowing her head.

"I could ask you to leave us now," Thaddeus continued, "But it is clear to
me you have GREAT potential."

Gina felt instantly better. She wouldn't lose her job!  She looked up
breifely to see Thaddeus had risen from his chair and was moving over to
the mantle over the fireplace.

"Sir..I promise you...I will make it all up to you," Gina said
respectfully, "I have done wrong despite my efforts. Punish me any way you
like...but please allow me to stay!"

"Remove your blazer," Thaddeus orderd.

Without hesitation, Gina yanked the beige tweed jacket off and set it on
the chair next to her.

"Roll up your sleeves,  and pull down your skirt," came the next commands.

Again, Gina obliged. She pushed up her sleeves as far as they would go.
Then she dropped her skirt to a clump around her ankles.

"Very good," Thaddeus said, "You know who's in charge, and how to follow
most of your orders. What you don't know, I will be more than glad to teach
you. So as a reminder of what you are to cover in the future, I will mark
them clearly for you.'

Thaddeus then held out a leather riding crop. Gina knew what was coming
next and could barely contain herself! She was going to be masterd on the
very first day!

"Hold out your arms," Thaddeus commanded.

Gina obeyed, and within seconds, she could feel the full force of the
leather crop crashing down across her forearms. She closed her eyes and
focused on what was happening, hoping she could be strong enough not to
expose too blatantly how much this was turning her on. After all, her skirt
was dropped to the floor.

A second, then third, then fourth lash came across her arms, hands, and
wrists respectively. Thadddues then repeated that sequence four times. When
Gina looked down at her arms, they were full of lovely red welts.

"Pull down your sleeves now, and bend over that chair!" Thaddeus barked!

"Yes sir!" Gina smiled, feeling the aftersting of the crop on her arms as
she slid the scratchy woolen sleeves over them. Bending over, she knew this
flogging would be horrible. How could she contain her excitement? Surely
Thaddeus would know...

"Spead your legs," Thaddeus yelled, "And hold still. I don't want any
accidents."

Neither do I, Gina thought as she obeyed and spread her legs as far apart
as she could.

Expecting to be spanked, Gina found the majority of the razor sharp blows
falling on her shins, knees, and lower thighs. Then she realized what was
happening. The doctor was marking the spots he felt she did an inadequate
job of concealing! He wouldn't mind if she allowed herself to be excited by
all of this! With the fear of retributuion over stimulation gone, she
allowed herself to embrace each brutal blow to her legs, squirming with
excitement.

Thaddeus hoped for this, and increased the furocity and frequency of the
lashes until it was clear Gina's legs could take no more. "Pull up your
skirt" he said.

I almost did it, she thought. That was SO incredible! But...for all of that
stimulation, and my inhibitons dropped, my defenses down...It didn't happen
yet. But there was still...

Her NECK!

Almost on cue to her thoughts, Thaddeus set the riding crop down and went
back to his desk saying, "I would LOVE to flog your neck as an example of
your improprities, but it is far too dangerously close to your face. You
must be allowed to remain beautiful."

"However, we cannot allow you to go unpunished," Thaddeus said as he opened
up a drawer in his desk and pulled out a collar with  fifty sharp, thin,
metallic spikes about 1/4 inch long...on the INSIDE.

Gina felt a bubbling gush straing between her legs...if he puts that collar
on me, she thought...

And here he was, coming around the desk, standing in front of her, smiling,
hands reaching toward her with the collar! Yes!!! She willingly pulled her
turtleneck down to her breastline, exposing her skin, and could feel it
being fitted around her neck! First, a tickle...then....OH!!! As the doctor
pulled the belt through the loop one notch...two notches...THREE!!!
FOUR!!!! There it is!!! She could feel it!!!

She allowed an empassioned moan to escape her lips as Thaddeus secured the
belt at the fifth notch around her neck. This was the most erotic moment of
her life, standing helplessly before this man who was punishing her for not
being nearly proper enough. She stared at him willingly, and he stared back
knowingly.

Gina pulled her turtleneck up over the small collar. She would wear it all
day, with no one but herself and the good doctor being none the wiser. He
dismissed her, and she went to her class to begin her duties.

She couldn't wait until tomorrow. It would be hot. 76 degrees.

She would have to wear at LEAST two turtlenecks!