Crack! The cat-tailed black whip cut across Terry's bare ass. Crack! Crack! Terry's butt lit up like a neon light. Like a fuel-injected firefly. Like a too-close firecracker that fries your eyebrows off.

Terry didn't expect business school to be like this. He expected to learn the in's and out's of the stock market. Learn about bears. Learn about bulls. Not get disciplined by some tenured, tight-ass, hair-in-a-bun, reading-glasses-dangling, dominatrix-wannabe, bitch-whore-cunt marketing professor!

Terry couldn't see through his black leather mask, part of the three-piece Leather Noir set from California Exotic Novelties that included a black studded wrist band and the whip. Couldn't see when the next stroke was coming. Couldn't anticipate it. Couldn't avoid it.

It was only his first semester. Terry didn't know if he would last till graduation. Didn't know if he could "pass muster." Didn't know if he would "make the grade." All he knew was the pain in his ass, and the humiliation in his soul. Crack! Crack!