Professor Spank
Would you send your daughter to this college?
You walk in the door and see me. Excited, you run to me but I hold my hand up just as you reach me, indicating for you to stop. You stop, confused. "Strip," I say sternly, staring hard at you. Bewildered that I'm not hugging you and kissing you, you nevertheless slip your fingers under the shoulder strap of your red dress and push it off your shoulder. You lower the other strap and look at me for approval. I just stare. Y...