About the author:
Dirk Anderson is the pen name of a Professor of English Literature at a major North American University. He despairs over the lack of discipline among the young college girls in his classes today. He can’t very well spank them himself (and keep his job), so he writes riveting and compelling fiction about doing so instead.
Here is a short sample from the book:
SENTENCED TO A SPANKING
I slid her white cotton panties down to just above her knees. Her tight young bottom was vulnerable, completely bared and waiting for me. Sara Jane’s naked butt glistened just a bit in the afternoon sunlight that filled my office through the translucent curtains.
The tiny beads of perspiration on her bottom gave away her anxiety.
I brought the hairbrush down hard on that girl’s quivering bare bottom. The sting spread like a sudden brushfire. She shrieked, out of control.
Once more, I brought the brush down, this time even harder. She cried out with an air of panic. Her cries echoed throughout the room.
I stopped spanking her long enough to inspect my work: two angry red oval-shaped welts, raised up on her shapely little butt. These crimson welts were on the exact spots where my hairbrush had landed.
That was what I was looking for.
I brought the brush down hard again. And again. And again.
You never know if you’ll have to take things to this level of intense spanking with a girl. You really never know in advance. But Sara Jane was proving to be a tough nut to crack.
And I knew her resistance might begin to crumble after this spanking. So I continued with the hairbrush, full force.
Soon her shrieking gave way to helpless moaning and desperate screaming. She was squirming like an eel…
￼ So how did I end up with a begging, screaming girl, squirming over my knee?
My name is Bradley Hardcastle. I made a mistake and lost my job five years ago, at the worst possible time. I was up to my ears in debt from student loans. My car was in such bad shape, even a junkyard wouldn’t have been interested. And I couldn’t afford to see a doctor about my recurring migraines.
The mistake I made that got me fired?
In front of a large freshman English class, I told a spoiled child of privilege that she didn’t need yet another extension on the date her term paper was due; what she needed was a good, old-fashioned spanking.
Not only did the college, located smack-dab in the People’s Republic of Berkeley, fire me the same day from my tenure-track position as professor of English Literature. They decided to make a huge production of firing me as well. In fact, they held me up to the media as such a horrendous example of political incorrectness that I could never get another teaching job again.
At the time, it looked like curtains for Bradley. No way out.
Later, though, I discovered that getting fired was a blessing in disguise. Here’s what happened:
Desperate as I was to make a living, I started a private business called Feminine Success Tutoring. And I soon discovered there was no shortage of young ladies who wanted the very same spankings that I was very publicly canned for even suggesting (not officially prescribing, or physically administering––just suggesting) to the spoiled child of privilege at the college.
I could tell you about many young ladies who became clients of mine. But let me start with Sara Jane.
We first met barely 60 days ago, in the headmaster’s office at a private girls’ school. In a plush, sunny suburban California county.
There I was, with three others in the headmaster’s office. We had been waiting a while, when Sara Jane and her uncle finally arrived.
On their way to this meeting, her uncle had told her why they were coming to the meeting, and what I did for a living.
So when Sara Jane walked in the door and saw me, the surly sneer on her face quickly turned to a look of terror.
I was accustomed to this kind of reaction. I’d seen it dozens of times before.
And it’s not that surprising, when you think about it.
You see, anytime a girl knows she is going to get her bare bottom spanked… really spanked… especially for the first time, or for the first time in a long time… then she typically goes through a hurricane of emotions.