Evies Corporal Fulfillment

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Evie's Corporal Fulfillment

It had been a difficult semester for Professor Evelyn Wilkinson. While things at school had been relatively normal, her life at home had been tumultuous. Her husband of 17 years had announced one evening that was leaving. This wasn't a complete surprise. Evie had known for some time that he was unhappy in their marriage as he had become distant, impatient and hostile. Not only that but Evie knew he had begun seeing other, mostly younger women. She had actually adjusted to this new behavior and even tried to express her support and understanding for his need for younger sexual companionship. But this had only served to anger him further. And so, one evening he simply announced he was leaving and then he was gone.

But he didn't go quietly. On his way out he had managed to blame Evie for all the problems in their marriage going back for years: she was the one who had pushed him away; she was the one who refused him sex while playing sexual games with others, both online and in person; she was the one who was always obsessively frigging herself constantly; she was the one who was always prioritizing her job over him and the family; she was the one who was always neglecting their children and allowing them to do as they liked with no boundaries; and on and on and on! "It is your fault!" he said, "Everything is your fault. You are a lousy wife and mother! And you deserve to be alone and die alone!"

Those words cut into her soul deeply. But it was not the first time she had heard those or similar words directed towards her, and not only by him but by other members of her family. Her mother and older sister had always treated her in a similar way when she was a child and a young woman and they continued to dump their criticisms on her whenever they got a chance. This left Evelyn with serious self-esteem problems and a deep sense of guilt and shame, despite the fact that in her mind she knew that all of that was simply them blaming her in order not to have to take responsibility for their own choices. Nevertheless, deep inside she owned the failure and lived her life always with a constant sense of guilt and inadequacy which led her to develop an overwhelming need to be punished. And not only that but this sense of failure and guilt ultimately became a self-fulfilling reality as she would find herself engaging in a variety of behaviors that simply confirmed her worthlessness. Her husband was not wrong when he accused her of secret affairs and an obsession with masturbation. All of this contributed to her deep sense of shame and her insatiable need to be punished.

Her husband had planned his exit carefully. He had waited to leave until early October knowing that three of their four offspring would be off to college at the time, while the one remaining at home was so deeply involved in after school activities that he only occasionally even slept at home. But regardless, after the separation Evie would be alone with her sense of guilt and her obsessions. Her husband had planned it that way.

The first issue to arise after the separation was the issue of who would host their now mostly grown children for the holidays. Eventually, after several attempts, the two of them managed to exchange enough emails with reduced acrimony so that led they could find a solution. They determined that the kids would spend Thanksgiving with Evie and Christmas with their father. But of course, they had failed (or, as he pointed out, SHE had failed) to communicate their negotiations and the ultimate decision to the kids. Instead, her husband had simply sent them an email informing this that this was expected of them. This had not been well received. Their offspring quickly made it clear they had other plans and immediately came up with their own arrangements. Three of the four would join Evie for Thanksgiving (she was a good cook after all). But for Christmas two of them announced they would be spending Christmas in England. Their oldest son announced he would be spending both Thanksgiving and Christmas with his girlfriend and her family. And the daughter that was left, reluctantly agreed to spend the Christmas holiday with her dad and his new girlfriend, while at the same time making arrangements to go skiing with some friends as soon as Christmas was over. It was quite obvious that their children had no desire to spend very much time with either of them.

Alone for Christmas! It hurt Evie's heart that she would not even see her children at Christmas, but she put on a brave face. After all she did have end of semester school work to do, not to mention several academic projects she was working on. Not to mention second semester classes to prepare for. She could do nothing but accept the new reality and focus on her work, teaching her various classes at the university where she had taught for close to 20 years.

And while Dr Evelyn was struggling with her difficult home situation, at the same time at school that particular fall semester she had been assigned a heavier than usual teaching load. In addition to her usual upper-level courses, it was also her turn to teach the freshman basic writing class. But it wasn't just for freshmen. This course was mandatory for every incoming student. No exceptions! So, in addition to the predominantly clueless freshmen, the course also inevitably included a few upper-level transfer students, who, for the most part, really didn't need to be in such a basic course. But this rule allowed for no exceptions and so these students had register for it whether they liked it, or not.

But Professor Evelyn had adopted a particular approach to this situation. An approach that took the reality of the requirement into consideration but made some adjustments in the expectations which would provide a course experience that would engage the older students in a way that would be productive rather than being a boring burden to them. Within the first week, Evie would identify those students who were more advanced through both a review of the class list and an initial assignment. It was not difficult to do. One paper - usually a brief auto-biographical essay - made it quite clear who had sme experience and skill in writing, and who didn't. At the beginning of the second week then she would meet with those more advanced students separately and place them on a more advanced track, which meant less class time for them, a few private meetings with the professor and a variety of writing assignments designed to reflect the academic needs and interests of the particular student. In other words, unlike the freshman, these upper level students would get to choose what kind of writing they wanted to focus on, this included allowing them to choose their own topics. For example, did these advanced students want to write technical, research non-fiction or were they interested in writing fiction? Professor Evie would encourage the students to work on the kind of writing which would be most beneficial to them.

Among the upper-level students in the class that semester was a young man named Dustin. He was a junior and had transferred in as an engineering major. Evelyn noticed him right away. He was tall, nice looking, well-groomed even if a bit nerdy. His most distinctive feature though were his eyes. He had beautiful, captivating eyes and as he sat in class, she could feel his eyes drilling through her mind and body. Whenever she would look his way, his eyes were always locked on to her and they would sparkle. Evelyn would inevitably feel an uncontrollable wave of arousal course through her body which would prompt her pussy to tingle and moisten. At times she found it hard to concentrate as her panties secretly got wet, causing her to tremble. And when they spoke, he was always very friendly and deferential, but there was something about him that Evie found particularly captivating; something that drew her to him as if he were a magnet.

Not surprisingly he was an excellent, high achieving student which only made him more attractive to Evelyn. And as the semester progressed, she found that he made it a point to engage with her more and more. He would stop by her office for a chat, despite the fact that her office was in a remote building on campus and in the corner wing on the third floor.

At a time in her life when Evie's family was falling apart and she felt alone and unwanted this young man demonstrated interest in her. And the more they visited, the more she opened up to him about her home situation and the difficulties she was facing, leading to long conversations over coffee and shared meals in the student union. The more she shared the more he would ask leading personal questions. Evelyn would not normally have allowed herself to be that friendly and vulnerable with a student, but there was something about Dustin. And being the open book that she tended to be, especially at a time when she needed a friend, she shared more and more of her life with him. Through it all Dustin listened empathetically and attentively, which only prompted her to open up even more.

As the semester drew towards Thanksgiving break it became time to distribute the information for the final paper assignment. What this meant for the advanced group was that they were assigned to write a six to ten page paper on a topic of their own choosing. She made it clear that there were absolutely were no restrictions on the topic they chose for this assignment. They could write whatever they wanted. If they wanted to do a research paper then they had to do the research and to make sure that their work was impeccable. "Don't think," she told them, "that I won't run your paper by a colleague if the topic is not one about which I have experience or knowledge." And for those who wanted to write fiction she explained that what was expected was a well thought out and structured short story that was to include a well-structured plot, interesting characters, character development and all that was necessary for an engaging short story. Otherwise, there were no restrictions. Not only that, but Evie made it clear that as far as she was concerned whatever they wrote was both confidential and their own property. She would comment and grade, but then return the work to each of them. Of the small group of advanced students all but one of them took the short story option, including Dustin.

A few days after distributing the final assignment, and a day before the students dispersed briefly for Thanksgiving, Dustin made the trek up to Evie's office and arrived at the end of the day just as she was leaving. Wearing her coat and scarf, she had picked up her bag and opened the door, only to find him standing there. Surprised and flustered, she invited him in to take a seat, even as she immediately felt her heart rate increase and her breathing become a bit ragged. "What can I help you with?" She asked him kindly.

He wanted to know if she was really serious that they could write a story on any topic or plot that they wanted.

"Of course. Why do you ask?"

He went on to explain that he didn't want to give away too much except that he had decided to write a kind of love story, and that it might have just a little sex in it. "Was that ok?"

Evelyn blushed, but nodded her head, telling him, "Of course. We're all adults here. Write whatever you are inspired to write."

He smiled as Evie felt her pussy begin to tingle.

He got up to go, but stopped at the door and turned around. "One more question. Is it true you won't share the story with anyone?"

"In class I said that I considered whatever anyone wrote for this assignment to be their own property and it is therefore strictly confidential from my standpoint. As the author you can do what you wish with these stories." She paused and then added, "But frankly, there is an exception, and that is that if after reading it I feel there was some danger of self-harm or harm for someone else then I am required to make a report. But that has never happened in all my years of teaching this course."

He smiled, nodded and then he was gone. Evie stood staring at the door for a moment, her heart beating hard and fast in her chest. Slowly she walked to the door and locked it. She returned to her desk chair and with her coat still on she fell into the chair, pulled up her skirt, spread her legs and let her fingers crawl up her thighs until they found her pussy. Then slipping her fingers inside her wet panties she fingered herself to orgasm right then and there. This was not the first time her encounters with Dustin had prompted in her a need for sexual relief, and it would not be the last.

Thereafter, for the next few weeks, including after Thanksgiving she kept wondering what this young man who had flustered her so much would write about.

Finally, the day of the last class of the semester arrived and arrangements were made for the papers to be turned in by the end of finals week. Nervously Evie waited as the papers began to be dropped off both in her departmental office mailbox and in a box which she set outside her office. She was certain Dustin would make the trek up to her office in order to submit his paper. So, each time she would return to her office she would anxiously check to see who had submitted their assignment. But for the entirety of finals week Dustin's paper did not appear.

Dutifully even as she dealt with her other classes and various other papers and exams, Evelyn kept watching and collecting papers from the writing class, looking out especially for Dustin's paper. He was pushing it to the deadline. As the week progressed she collected the other student's papers and despite her distraction and difficulty concentrating she began to read and grade them with her trusty red pen.

Finally, the last day of finals week arrived; the last official day of school - the final deadline for submitting the writing assignment. As Evie drove herself to school that morning and sipped her coffee she wondered if Dustin would manage to make the deadline, which would be 3:00 that afternoon. After parking and checking her mail in the department office she went straight to her office. And there, outside her door, the box was full of last-minute assignments. She bent over and quickly picked up the stack of papers and there, standing in the hall, she paged through them. Sure enough, at the bottom of the stack, she found Dustin's final assignment. Evie anxiously pulled his paper from the stack and read the title:

"Claire's Corporal Fulfillment!"

"My middle name is Claire!" Evie exclaimed aloud as she stood in the hall. She blushed and looked around. The hallway was empty, as it usually was. She fumbled for her keys and with trembling hands unlocked her office door. Tossing her coat and scarf on the couch, she dropped into her desk chair and began to devour the story. But then, after only a minute of reading, she suddenly stopped and looked at the clock. "Damn!" She had one more exam to give in exactly 30 minutes. Not only that, but there were other papers to grade. And so, with her body tingling, her pussy wet and throbbing and her nipples aching, she nevertheless exercised all the will power she possessed, stood and placed Dustin's paper in the top drawer of her desk and began preparing for this last final exam.

Proctoring the two hour exam was a challenge as once it began she really had nothing to do except sit and wait. Her body was tingling after reading Dustin's title and she found it especially hard not to let her hands slip into her lap and underneath the hem of her skirt. There were times she nonchalantly managed to scratch the itch, but she was able to control her passions.

Once she returned to her office Evie found herself constantly drawn to the top drawer of her desk. But with all her willpower she resisted and was able, with difficulty, to complete everything - all tests graded, all papers read and marked. Except one!

Finally in the late afternoon she could resist no longer. Dustin's paper was the only paper left to read before she could submit grades. Nervously she slowly opened her desk drawer and carefully pulled Dustin's story out and placed it on her desk. As she sat and stared at the title page, she felt her body again begin to react. She paused before taking a deep breath and finally she began to read:

The sun was shining brightly through the windows along the hallways which allowed Justin to feel the heat of the sun as he walked through the building towards the first class of his new college. Justin Hoffmire was an 18 year old young man wearing a tight white t-shirt with a pair of short tan khakis...

Dr. Claire Wilson had been a professor of psychology at the College for going on 20 years. Since she was well liked and accessible, she often doubled as a kind of school counselor. Claire would always take time to help and assist any student who needed help or even just needed to talk. The administration would even at times refer certain students to her if they were having issues. For her part she was happy to oblige...

The story continued: Justin was a new student but had had difficulty at his last school. There had been some kind of incident, which prompted the new school to admit him conditionally. Due to this situation the Dean of Students had asked Dr. Claire to evaluate this young man's situation. Soon Dr Claire had Justin in her office to talk, but slowly as their private interview continued Justin had managed to manipulate the process and flip the focus so that soon it was as though he was interviewing her. He began to probe into her private life. He asked about her dysfunctional family, her failed marriage and difficult childhood and youth. Eventually he managed to elicit a confession that due to her exceptional loneliness she had always had more than one dominant lover on the side, and this had led to her divorce. The more he continued dig the more tantalizing information he unearthed. For her part Dr Claire had hardly noticed that the focus of the interview had even shifted. But Justin pushed on.

Finally, after several sessions he asked her,

"If someone is consistently behaving in a destructive way so that others are hurt and betrayed shouldn't that person be punished?"

Claire blushed and turned white, responding with hesitation, (as did Evie who was reading),

"Well, I suppose so..."

They talked about punishment for a while with Justin probing the older woman about effective punishments for adults. Eventually he asked her,

"Why not spanking? It always seems like an effective punishment...even sometimes with adults."

There was a silent pause as the two of them stared at each other.

"Stand up Dr. Claire!" Slowly Claire stood from her chair.

(And without even thinking Evie stood in her office as well, holding the story in my trembling left hand.)

"I think you need a spanking. Don't you?"

Another pause, "Yes..." she whispered.

"I can't hear you!"

"YES!"

She spoke loudly.

"Yes what?"

"Yes... sir. I... I need to be punished... I need a spanking. I have been very bad."

Please strip!" He paused... "NOW!" He added harshly.

With trembling hands Dr. Claire slowly reached for the top button of her blouse.

As did Dr. Evelyn Claire standing alone in her office fully engaged in reading the story to the point where she was acting it out and speaking Dr. Claire's lines. Together character and reader were fused and it was not long before both soon standing in their respective private offices naked; breasts heavy and trembling; arousal perfuming the air as their pussies dripped down their legs. Soon Dr. Claire was bent over her desk and spanked hard.