Lauren sat in the classroom, her blue eyes fixed on the window. She was just not interested in this class at all: ANATOMY & PHYSIOLOGY II. She had to pass it in order to fulfill the one year of a science that was required for all education majors, and as she was enrolled in the Physical Education program, this class was mandated by Westlake College.

She forced herself to look back at the exam in front of her and she began to panic. She had really not studied for this quiz. Well, she had opened the book a few times, but had fallen asleep reading it. She looked up at the clock. "Shit! She thought to herself, there wasn't much time left, 15 minuets to be precise. She could guess at a few of the answers, but she really had no idea of what she was doing. A few choices crossed her mind. She could turn her paper in, with only the answers that she had written. She could tell the professor that she was not feeling well (he was known to be sympathetic towards students who were not in pre-med) or, (and this was something that she herself was shocked at for even thinking about), she could strain her eyes ever so slightly at Keith, the handsome pre-med student next to her, and copy the answers from his paper.

She exhaled heavily and battled in her head over what to do. She knew what she SHOULD do, but it wasn't what she did.

Lauren strained her eyes ever so slightly and copied every single answer from Keith. She did leave one or two out as she didn't make to get a perfect paper and raise any suspicions from the professor. He did, after all, know her other grades and would not expect her to do so well.

She finished her paper, collected her belongings and walked to the professor's desk. She placed the paper on the pile. The professor smiled at her and nodded, "Have a nice weekend," he said.

"You too, Professor Dalton," Lauren said as she walked from the classroom.She breathed a heavy sigh of relief as she made her way out of the building and down the steps.

She was approaching the student union building when she heard footsteps behind her.

"How do you think you did on the test, Lauren?" she heard Keith's voice.

She looked at him and smiled a nervous smile, "Oh, gee, I'm not sure. I think I passed, thought, at least I hope I did."

Keith grinned a knowing smile. "Yes, well, considering you copied my answers...."

Lauren's mouth fell open. He knew! She began to make an excuse.

"No, no," Keith stopped her, "don't bother to deny it, I saw you copy the answers from my paper. Now, don't worry Lauren, Dalton was absorbed in his newspaper and he has no clue that you cheated, and I am not going to say a word."

"Oh, Keith! Thank you, thank you so much! I'm so sorry if I offended you," Lauren gushed. Keith put his finger on her lip and silenced her.

"Shhhhh, Lauren," Keith whispered, motioning to a nearby park bench, "Come and sit, we have to talk."

His tone was that of a parent to an errant child. She felt compelled to obey him.

Keith sat close to her. She could feel the heat of his body and his breath on her face. His eyes seemed to look into her very soul. She felt exposed, as if he knew all her secrets.

"Lauren," Keith began, "you did something that is very serious, Cheating could get you thrown out of college."

Lauren began to get teary eyed.

Keith handed her a tissue and continued his lecture.

"Now, Lauren, as you know, I am planning on becoming a doctor. I am very good at all the science classes, but I am terrible at writing term papers in other areas like English and History. I couldn't care less about them. I will make a little deal with you, I'll get you through Dalton's A & P class provided that you write my English and History papers. What do you think?" He cocked his head at her boyishly and grinned an evil grin.

Lauren was a little ashamed, she knew it was wrong, but she had to pass that class, "OK, Keith, I'll do it. Anything to pass A & P. Thanks for the offer, I accept." She stood up to leave but Keith grabbed her hand.

"Uhhhhh, that's not all, Lauren, sit down."

His tone was not so boyish all of a sudden.

"What is it, Keith?" Lauren asked not knowing what to expect.

"There is one more, little thing," Keith began.

"Yes,?" Lauren asked,

"Well, I have a 4.0 average, and I do not want it to go down. All the papers that you write for me must get no less than an "A," or you will have to pay a penalty." Keith explained.

"A penalty? What kind of penalty?" Lauren asked nervously.

Keith put his arms around her and held her close to him as he whispered, you will find out if I don't get my A's."

He released her and she turned to go, As she turned, she felt a sharp slap on her behind, "Oooow!"

"Let that be a hint of what is to come," Keith warned.

Lauren hurried away, remembering the frat part at OTK, just last semester.

A few weeks went by and Lauren wrote 3 papers for Keith. One for his English class and two for his History class. Two came back with A's. The paper on The Industrial Revolution got a B.

The note taped to Lauren's door read simply:

"After your classes are over, go to your room, shower, dress and come to my room by 4 PM. K"

The note was ominous. Why on earth did he want her to shower? She was a clean girl, for crying out loud. Well, she wasn't going to make it worse so Lauren followed her instructions. She went to her classes and realized as the day wore on, that the idea of paying a penalty to Keith was very exciting to her.She felt the growing wetness between her legs and she knew that she would have to shower before meeting him.

She went back to her dorm and quickly undressed, She adjusted the water and stepped into the stall. The steaming water fell over her young breasts as she caressed herself with foaming scented soap. As she washed, her arousal grew until she could no longer stand it and she forced herself to rinse and dry off.

She wrapped the towel around herself as she returned to her room. She dried her hair and began to dress. She stepped into a pair of pretty nylon panties: pink with tiny little yellow flowers. The matching bra encased her young breasts but did nothing to mask the state of her aroused nipples. The darker pink stretch knit top helped a little, but not much. Her jeans were difficult to pull on. Lauren was a throwback to the 70's, thinking that tight jeans were so much more appealing than the loose grunge look that most of the students wore. She slipped on her sandals and grabbed her key as she closed the door.

Keith took his time answering the knock on his door, Lauren thought perhaps he was not in and was just about to leave when the door opened.

"Lauren, how nice to see you." Keith said, rather pleasantly. Lauren averted her eyes and smiled as she softly whispered "You too."

Keith closed the door behind her and invited her to sit down. The only available spot in the cluttered, messy dorm room was on the edge of Keith's room-mates's bed, Lauren sat uncomfortably.

Keith sat on his own bed (directly over a pile of clothes) and asked:"Are you ready for your penalty?"

Lauren blushed and nodded."Then, come here." Keith commanded.

Just then, his roommate's key rattled in the door,"Shhh," Keith whispered, follow my lead, Lauren. Don't get nervous."

Barry, a rather quiet type, entered the room. "Are you ready, to go Lauren?" Keith asked as if he were getting ready to leave. Come on, Babe. Take care Barry."Barry nodded in his usual uncaring fashion.

Lauren and Keith walked into the corridor and down the stairs. "Where are you taking me?" Lauren asked. "You'll see soon enough,' Keith said, "I don't know why I didn't think of this before!"

After a time they arrived at the Westlake School of medicine and Keith opened the door. They entered the building and he led her down the empty halls. They passed lecture halls and smaller classrooms and they finally arrived at a doorway marked "Examination Rooms."

Lauren stopped dead in her tracks.

"Uhh, Keith, what on earth are we doing here?"

"You'll see soon enough," were the only words he uttered. His lack of emotion frightened and excited Lauren and she followed him to a door a few feet down the hallway.

He opened the door and turned on the light. The room was set up as a gynecologist's office, complete with an examination table, scale, dressing area and counter.

"Oh, no!" Lauren balked. "I don't know what you are thinking, Keith, but I am getting out of here!"

Keith stood aside from the door. "Of course, Lauren, go if you wish, I;d never to anything to you against your will, but .... it will be such a shame to see you expelled from this fine institution of learning for cheating on a quiz."

Lauren shook her head, rolled her eyes and whispered, "OK, what do you want me to do?"

Keith motioned to the dressing area. "I think that you should go in there, remove all of your clothes and put on the gown that in hanging there. I'll be right back." He went outside and closed the door.

Shaking and not believing what she was about to do, Lauren went into that dressing area and took off her sandals, She opened the button on her jeans and pulled down the zipper, She let them fall and she stepped from them. She pulled the knitted top over her head and stood for a few minuets in her pretty little nylon bra and panties. She just could not allow herself to be so exposed to him, so she left them on and covered herself with the white cotton hospital gown. She heard a knock on the door.

"Lauren? Are you ready?" Keith asked as he opened the door just a crack.

"Y-y-yes," Lauren nervously stammered.

He entered the room and she saw that he had acquired a sparkling white lab coat. He looked very professional.

He smiled at her and opened a drawer, took out a file folder and began to write.

Looking over his shoulder, Lauren saw that he had written her name on it. It appeared to be a standard medical questionnaire.

"Would you step onto the scale, please, Lauren?" Keith asked, making it seem more of a demand than a request.

Lauren obliged and stood on the scale.

Keith moved the weights and allowed them to balance, "Hmm 131, that is a bit over for your height, young lady, just a few pounds, but if you are smart you will try to take off about 5 of them."

Lauren was mortified!

Keith held out his hand to help her off the scale and he told her to have a seat on the table.

Her legs were like lead as she walked the two or three feet to its edge. Every crackle the paper made as she sat on it made her cringe.

Keith busied himself at the counter and came back with a stethoscope. He placed it on her back and listened to her heart, telling her to breathe. He pulled the gown away from her shoulders and placed the stethoscope near her breast. He wrote down the results.

"I need to take your temperature, Lauren," he said, "I'll be right back, so be ready,"

As he turned his back, busying himself at the counter. Lauren swallowed and began to practice opening her mouth. He returned to her and she opened her mouth to him, lifting her tongue.

Keith chuckled. "What on earth are you doing?"

Lauren looked at him and said "I thought you were going to take my temperature, so I was opening my mouth for you."

Keith smiled and let out a small, evil laugh, "Oh no, dear, I am not going to take your temperature in your mouth."

Lauren sat dumbfounded and then it dawned on her.

"OH, No! Please, not like that! It's so embarrassing! Please!"

Keith stared at her and said, "Lauren, who is the doctor here? Now behave yourself and stand up and bend over the table."

Lauren stood, but her knees were wobbly and her legs felt like Jell-O. Not wanting his patient to be any more upset, Keith sat on a stool and pulled the girl over his lap.

"There, there," he cooed, "this will be easier for you.'

He pulled the gown from her behind and saw that she was still wearing her pretty little panties.

"Lauren!" he scolded. "How do you expect me to take your temperature and examine you if you are wearing your panties!? They will have to come off. Ohhh, and I see that these are nylon! Don't you know that you should be wearing cotton? Tsk, tsk, this isn't good, young lady, not good at all."

Lauren held her eyes tightly closed as she felt Keith pull the skimpy panties from her behind. He pulled them all the way off, down to her toes and they fell to the floor.

She jumped when she felt his finger pressing at her anus. He had applied a lubricant and with the pressure of his pressing, his finger was soon inside her, probing her most secret passage. He removed his finger and quickly slipped a thermometer into her. Its twisting and probing soon made Lauren feel a heat that radiated from where he was touching her to her entire body. She was getting so aroused and the juice from her pussy began to glisten on her lips and she knew that Keith could see it.

She hoped that he would not say anything and embarrass her even more, but her wish was not to come true.

"I see that my little patient, likes this, Don't you, Lauren?" Keith pried.

"No, no, please stop!" Lauren whispered.

"Oh, I see how wet your pussy is, Lauren, tell me the truth, this feels good, doesn't it?" Keith said, leaning close to her, his breath in her ear, probing her brain as the thermometer probed her bottom.

She had to admit the truth: "OH! Yes! It feels so good!" Lauren blurted out.

Keith chuckled. He removed the thermometer from her in a slow twisting, turning motion and made her skin break into goosebumps. "Ohhhhhhhh," she said as he pulled it from her. He helped her stand and led her to the table.

She sat on it and he told her to lay back. He pulled the gown from her shoulders and shook his head when he saw that she was still wearing her bra. He tossed the gown onto the floor. "That is another infraction, my dear, they are really adding up," he said, none too amused.

He sat her up and took the bra from her. She felt so exposed as he took this last vestige of modesty from her, leaving her totally exposed to his view.

His hands were cold as he examined her breasts. Lauren's little nipples stood up firm to his touch and she felt herself getting even wetter than she wanted to admit. His fingers pulled and pinched at them and teased at their tips. She found it difficult if not impossible to lie still. He pressed on her stomach and made a face.

She turned her heard from him and heard him snap on a pair of rubber gloves. This was what she was dreading. He told her to "scoot down" to the edge of the table and he placed her feet in stirrups.

Keith seemed to take an awful long time in his preparations. Every sound was a penetration to her: The sound of his stool nearing the table made her realize that soon his fingers would touching her, probing her deep within her. The sound of cold metal grinding, cold metal that she knew would enter her and open her completely to his view. A little plop of jelly on his fingers would wetter her even more than the wetness that was oozing from her even now. She laid back, closed her eyes and waited for him to invade her. She knew that soon her humiliation would be over and she resigned herself that she would have to make sure to do a much better job on his papers in the future. Any second and her dripping pussy would know his fingers. She wondered if she should squeeze them and allow herself to fully feel their presence in her pussy.

IT happened so fast, Lauren didn't have time to comprehend what he was doing to her. She had heard the plop of lubricant. She had felt his hand press on her abdomen and she had waited for his fingers to invade her. Instead, he had shoved a long, cold tube in her behind and now she was being filled with warm water. It was a bit warmer than she felt she could stand, not burning, but so warm.

She protested. That was a mistake.

Keith did something had made a clicking sound and the flow stopped. She breathed a sigh of relief, expecting him to pull the tube from her, but...

He pulled her off the table and over his lap. She heard the click once more and the water flowed into her bottom with a vengeance. Her belly was taken over by the most horrid cramps. She cried and squirmed. This upset him and with a belly full of warm water squishing inside of her, he began to spank her unmercifully.

"You little twit!" he scolded, "You think you are going to cost me a medical career with your cheating and incompetent writing? Not if I can help it, young lady!"

She sobbed and begged him to stop. He did not. His hand feel on her plump little cheeks over and over again. Each blow seemed to resonate inside her sending the warm soapy solution deeper and deeper. It cleansed her and punished her. Every now and then, he put his fingers into her pussy and massaged her g-spot as he cooed in her ear, "Sweet torture, Lauren?" She was totally in his control now.

Finally, she heard a gurgle and she knew that the red rubber bag was empty, She tried to relax, but all she wanted was to let everything out of her. He shifted his position a bit as he reached for something. "He is probably getting a towel or something like that," she thought to herself. He slowly removed the plastic tube that had sent the warm soapy water deep inside her and before she could even move, he pushed plug in its place. He stood her up, naked before him.

"Turn around to the wall, Lauren," he commanded.

She hesitated and he turned her around himself."

She felt so humiliated! Naked, with she belly distended, and a plug protruding from her behind.

She needed to release it so badly, but he would not hear of it.

"You will stand there, in that corner and take your punishment until I decide it is over.

"Oh! Please!" Lauren begged pitifully, tears streaming down her face, as Keith sat and stared at her.

"Lauren, Lauren, Lauren! What shall I do with you?" Keith cruelly teased. "Should I allow you to relieve yourself and tell you that you have suffered enough? No, I shall not."

The cramps were becoming unbearable now.

"Perhaps I should spank you again," he mused. "But, no, you bottom is a lovely shade of red as it is now. You know what they say, 'Less is more."

He continued to sit and gaze at his work and then he knew what it was he would do to punish this foolish young woman.

She stood in the corner and heard a button opening. She heard the slow grinding noise of a zipper being pulled down and the soft crunch of denim falling past legs on its way to the floor.

Then he was beside her, touching her, bending her forward, her had hanging, She felt the firm skin of his cock brush along her pussy as it teased her, tracing her slit. Then she felt the burning pain as he pushed into her and began to fuck her, His grinding massaged the solution she was holding deeper into her intestines and her rumblings became urgent, He reached in front of her and touched her lit as he whispered, "You may not relieve yourself until you cum,"

His skill took over and she felt the familiar sensations of pleasure. Her pussy gripped at his cock and his thrusting took on an urgency of his own. He grabbed her tightly and the spasms took him over as his orgasm exploded inside her. His grip on her slowly relaxed and he stepped away form her. "I think you have completed your punishment now, Lauren," Keith whispered as he dressed himself. She could think of nothing now but her relief.

"May I please, let this out?" she begged.

There was no reply. She gasped as she heard he door open and then shut as the room went dark. He had left her there alone!

"Keith!, Keith?!" she screamed, suddenly dependent on him. He was gone. She felt along the walls, moving slowly as the plug protruded precariously from her behind. She found the switch and turned on the light, She made her way to the lavatory and found her relief. She cleaned herself as best as she could and went into the examination room to dress.

Outside the door, Keith chuckled as he gripped the bag containing her clothes to his chest. He would return them to her tomorrow, but for now, he had left her the gown with the slit up the back.

Yes, he reasoned, this was a good punishment exam.