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“But Professor Jones, there has to be another way! I’ll do anything else to make up my grade, anything!”
He shook his head, patting his lap once again. “Be a good girl and take the punishment you deserve, Maggie. If I have to tell you again, I’m afraid I’ll have to fail you.”
Shaking with excited, nervous anticipation, Maggie stood up and walked over to the desk. She tried to think back, wondering how this had happened.
Just weeks ago, Maggie Collins had been a normal college sophomore in her Economics class, fidgeting in the heat. The first day of the new semester was one she had been looking forward to. The old Economics professor, a lewd old woman with an unappetizing penchant for bright pink bows, was retiring. Her replacement was new to the university, and rumored to be drool-worthy. The young Professor Jones did not disappoint. His thick black hair and piercing blue eyes had panties dropping all around the room as he began his first lecture.
Suddenly, Economics was a vital class that required every ounce of dedication that Maggie had.
Though she had tried to pay attention to what he was saying, Maggie found herself caught up in the way that his biceps flexed whenever he crossed his arms. She was focusing more on how his tailored suit shirt rode up just enough to give a teasing reveal of his well-defined stomach than on theories of the evolution of economics. Her notes were filled with absent doodles as she stared.
Days in Economics were spent daydreaming. With every day, her fantasies of him cutting the lecture short and carrying her to his private island to make wild, passionate love to her grew longer and more detailed. After class, she and her friends would giggle and bemoan the fates that put him so close, but so far away from their horny grasp. A few weeks after midterm, Maggie was startled to hear Professor Jones’s deep voice calling out her name before the lecture started.
“Maggie Collins! I need to see you in my office after class.”
A thousand scenarios went through her head throughout the class. Even the reality that he had probably just misplaced a test didn’t stop her from continuing her island dreams. The sun would be warm against her bare shoulders, and his skin would taste like a heady combination of salt and man beneath her tongue. Maggie was snapped from her reverie by the loud shuffling of students hastily stuffing papers into folders and bags. Glancing up, she met the eyes of her professor. He beckoned absentmindedly with two fingers and disappeared into his office.
Maggie took the extra few seconds to pull her shorts farther up, and her tank top a tad farther down. Not to be easy, she thought to herself as she walked, but teasing doesn’t hurt anyone. She had worked hard to mold her body into curvy perfection, and knew how to use it to her advantage. Stepping through the doorway, she frowned to herself when he barely spared her a glance, seemingly indifferent to her charm.
Professor Jones was sitting behind his desk, his computer casting a faint glow on his face. Gesturing to a simple brown chair in front of his desk for her to sit down, he began speaking.
“Maggie, I’ve called you here because I’ve noticed that without serious intervention on my part, you will not be pass this class. Because this is my first time teaching, I don’t want it to be marred by failing students. You, unfortunately, are the only one in the entire class that is even close to not passing.”
Out of everything he could have said, that was not what she had either expected or hoped for.
“I’m failing?”
“Yes. Now, why do you think that is?”
Because you are without a doubt one of the hottest person I’ve ever laid eyes on, and believe it or not, that makes it a tad hard to focus.
“Um…I’m not sure,” Maggie said lamely.
“It seems that you take notes during class, and you have participated in group discussions before. But your papers and test scores read as though you’ve never set foot inside of my classroom. If you need extra tutoring lessons, I’ll be happy to provide them. I refuse to look bad as a professor just because one person isn’t pulling their fair share of the class. Am I understood?” Maggie nodded nervously. She just hoped that the extra tutoring would work, since she couldn’t afford to flunk out this early in college.
“When does tutoring start?” Maggie asked innocently.
Jones smiled, almost wickedly, when he replied, “Immediately, dear. I cannot allow this kind of failure to continue.”
“Im-immediately?” Maggie squeaked with alarm. “But I can’t, Professor, I’ve got a class in fifteen-“
“If you’d prefer to fail, you may leave now and I’ll report you as having dropped out of my class. Which would have wasted several hundred dollars, not to mention hours of your time and mine.”
“No, no, please don’t do that! I can miss my next class, it’s fine,” she said hastily, trying not to sound as panicked as she felt.
“But now,” continued Professor Jones, acting as though Maggie hadn’t said anything at all, “I think that we should teach you a lesson on respecting your authority figures, and on paying attention.”
It wasn’t until he pushed his chair away from his desk and tapped a palm on his lap that Maggie understood what the young teacher meant. He was asking her to sit still for a spanking, like a naughty child. She couldn’t afford to fail the class, her parents would kill her! But on the other hand, could she sit still for something like that?
“But Professor Jones, there has to be another way! I’ll do anything else to make up my grade, anything!”
He shook his head, patting his lap once again. “Be a good girl and take the punishment you deserve, Maggie. If I have to tell you again, I’m afraid I’ll have to fail you.”
Shaking with excited, nervous anticipation, Maggie stood up and walked over to him. Brushing a lock of dark hair off of his forehead, Jones stood and gently took her by the arm, bending her over the center of the table. From his viewpoint, her tiny shorts were plastered against her generous ass, begging to be cupped and squeezed and spanked. Jones had full intentions to oblige it. He felt his cock swell more underneath the fabric of his khakis at the thought.
“Are you ready for your punishment, my dear?”
“Will-will it hurt?”
Jones laughed as he ran a wide palm across her ass. She tensed at his touch, but didn’t pull away. Drawing back slightly, he gave her butt a soft tap, nearly groaning as he watched her ass jiggle so perfectly at the contact. Maggie sucked in a breath as his hand landed again, slightly harder, but it still wasn’t so bad. It didn’t hurt so much as have a slight sting, and being this helpless was starting to turn her on. She could take this if it meant passing the class.
Smack, smack, smack, each one slightly harder than the rest. Soon, Maggie was finding it hard to stifle small yelps of pain with each spank. Jones sighed behind her, stopping just as he was hitting hard enough to cause whimpers.
“This will never teach you anything. You’ll have to remove your shorts to learn this lesson properly.”
“R-remove my shorts? But why?” Maggie squealed as he gave her a sharp spank.
“So that you can learn to respect when someone is taking their time to try to teach you something. Now remove them, or feel free to leave my office and accept your ‘F’ in the class.”
With shaky, trembling fingers, Maggie reached down and opened the fly on her shorts, pushing them down her generous hips. She stood there, bent over her professor’s desk, in nothing but a tank top and her tiny thong. Jones rubbed his aching groin against her for a moment before focusing again on the task at hand. He stroked the curve of her ass cheek once, softly, before bringing his hand down for a satisfying slap. Maggie squeaked with a mixture of pain and unexpected pleasure as she felt her ass turning a dull red.
Jones resumed his previous spanking, almost as if it hadn’t been interrupted. He took his time spanking Maggie, evenly reddening her round bottom. After each sharp slap, he made sure to soothe away the sting. She never knew where the next one would hit, and flinched slightly as he went over old spots. It wasn’t just her backside that was on fire. As Jones was busy spanking her, she tried to press herself against his desk to put some pressure, even a tiny bit, against her wet pussy. She was worried that she had soaked through her thong with as turned on as she was getting from this.
“Get on the desk and spread your legs apart. I want to see if that pussy of yours can take as much as your tight ass.”
“You’re not done? But my ass is on fire, and I have to get to my next class!”
With a sigh, Jones stepped back. “Very well. If this is your choice, you may turn in your drop sheet at the office tomorrow. I will expect your textbook by Monday.”
“No! I’ll do it, please don’t fail me!”
“Then beg. Beg me to punish you and teach you how to be a good girl. Tell me that you want me to spank your pussy.”
Maggie swallowed hard and climbed onto the desk, twisting onto her back and hooking her legs underneath the legs of the table.
“Pl-please teach me how to be a good girl, Professor Jones. I need you to spank my pussy and punish me.”
With a grin, Jones obliged. Maggie shrieked as he brought his hand down hard on her cunt. He soothed the sting with a small rub.
“Well, what’s this? Are you turned on? Is my student a whore for being spanked?” He rubbed her in small, tight circles through the thin material of her panties. She couldn’t help but groan at the contact, her hips arching up to meet his hand.
Unable to stop himself, Jones shoved her tank top and bra up, leaning down and sucking one of her hard nipples into his mouth before pushing a finger past her useless panties. He let his thumb press directly against her clit, moving in hard circles as his index finger slowly pushed into her hot cunt. His tongue swirled around her nipple as he finger fucked her. Soon Maggie was bucking her hips in time with his measured thrusts, holding his head to her chest as he switched nipples.
“Fuck, Professor, please. I need to cum, please!”
Jones pulled back far enough to look at his sexy student. Maggie was spread out on his desk like an offering, her legs splayed wide apart. Her panties were twisted to the side, exposing her wet, trimmed snatch to his hungry gaze, and his finger was buried deep inside of its hot wetness. “Look at yourself, Maggie. You’ll always want this. You'll want more of the pleasure I can give you.” He punctuated this with a sharp slap to her tit.
Maggie could only groan as he added a second finger, increasing his tempo. She screamed as she felt her orgasm building. His thumb never let up on her tender clit, mercilessly pushing her higher and higher. Jones leaned down and bit down on her nipple, hard, growling against her skin, “Cum, bitch.”
She helplessly obeyed, screaming with pleasure as she soared over the edge. As she laid her head down on the desk, dazed, Jones finally pulled his cock out of his pants. He walked around the desk, pressing his thick cock against her lips. Maggie opened her mouth and closed her eyes. She felt her professor roughly use her mouth for his own pleasure, fucking her face as though it were a cunt. Jones ignored the way that Maggie gagged around his length as he held himself at the back of her throat while he came. With a grimace, she swallowed.
Jones helped her sit up and handed Maggie her shorts.
“Come on, let’s go back to my apartment. We can discuss the rest of your educational career there,” he said, kissing her forehead lightly.
He shook his head, patting his lap once again. “Be a good girl and take the punishment you deserve, Maggie. If I have to tell you again, I’m afraid I’ll have to fail you.”
Shaking with excited, nervous anticipation, Maggie stood up and walked over to the desk. She tried to think back, wondering how this had happened.
Just weeks ago, Maggie Collins had been a normal college sophomore in her Economics class, fidgeting in the heat. The first day of the new semester was one she had been looking forward to. The old Economics professor, a lewd old woman with an unappetizing penchant for bright pink bows, was retiring. Her replacement was new to the university, and rumored to be drool-worthy. The young Professor Jones did not disappoint. His thick black hair and piercing blue eyes had panties dropping all around the room as he began his first lecture.
Suddenly, Economics was a vital class that required every ounce of dedication that Maggie had.
Though she had tried to pay attention to what he was saying, Maggie found herself caught up in the way that his biceps flexed whenever he crossed his arms. She was focusing more on how his tailored suit shirt rode up just enough to give a teasing reveal of his well-defined stomach than on theories of the evolution of economics. Her notes were filled with absent doodles as she stared.
Days in Economics were spent daydreaming. With every day, her fantasies of him cutting the lecture short and carrying her to his private island to make wild, passionate love to her grew longer and more detailed. After class, she and her friends would giggle and bemoan the fates that put him so close, but so far away from their horny grasp. A few weeks after midterm, Maggie was startled to hear Professor Jones’s deep voice calling out her name before the lecture started.
“Maggie Collins! I need to see you in my office after class.”
A thousand scenarios went through her head throughout the class. Even the reality that he had probably just misplaced a test didn’t stop her from continuing her island dreams. The sun would be warm against her bare shoulders, and his skin would taste like a heady combination of salt and man beneath her tongue. Maggie was snapped from her reverie by the loud shuffling of students hastily stuffing papers into folders and bags. Glancing up, she met the eyes of her professor. He beckoned absentmindedly with two fingers and disappeared into his office.
Maggie took the extra few seconds to pull her shorts farther up, and her tank top a tad farther down. Not to be easy, she thought to herself as she walked, but teasing doesn’t hurt anyone. She had worked hard to mold her body into curvy perfection, and knew how to use it to her advantage. Stepping through the doorway, she frowned to herself when he barely spared her a glance, seemingly indifferent to her charm.
Professor Jones was sitting behind his desk, his computer casting a faint glow on his face. Gesturing to a simple brown chair in front of his desk for her to sit down, he began speaking.
“Maggie, I’ve called you here because I’ve noticed that without serious intervention on my part, you will not be pass this class. Because this is my first time teaching, I don’t want it to be marred by failing students. You, unfortunately, are the only one in the entire class that is even close to not passing.”
Out of everything he could have said, that was not what she had either expected or hoped for.
“I’m failing?”
“Yes. Now, why do you think that is?”
Because you are without a doubt one of the hottest person I’ve ever laid eyes on, and believe it or not, that makes it a tad hard to focus.
“Um…I’m not sure,” Maggie said lamely.
“It seems that you take notes during class, and you have participated in group discussions before. But your papers and test scores read as though you’ve never set foot inside of my classroom. If you need extra tutoring lessons, I’ll be happy to provide them. I refuse to look bad as a professor just because one person isn’t pulling their fair share of the class. Am I understood?” Maggie nodded nervously. She just hoped that the extra tutoring would work, since she couldn’t afford to flunk out this early in college.
“When does tutoring start?” Maggie asked innocently.
Jones smiled, almost wickedly, when he replied, “Immediately, dear. I cannot allow this kind of failure to continue.”
“Im-immediately?” Maggie squeaked with alarm. “But I can’t, Professor, I’ve got a class in fifteen-“
“If you’d prefer to fail, you may leave now and I’ll report you as having dropped out of my class. Which would have wasted several hundred dollars, not to mention hours of your time and mine.”
“No, no, please don’t do that! I can miss my next class, it’s fine,” she said hastily, trying not to sound as panicked as she felt.
“But now,” continued Professor Jones, acting as though Maggie hadn’t said anything at all, “I think that we should teach you a lesson on respecting your authority figures, and on paying attention.”
It wasn’t until he pushed his chair away from his desk and tapped a palm on his lap that Maggie understood what the young teacher meant. He was asking her to sit still for a spanking, like a naughty child. She couldn’t afford to fail the class, her parents would kill her! But on the other hand, could she sit still for something like that?
“But Professor Jones, there has to be another way! I’ll do anything else to make up my grade, anything!”
He shook his head, patting his lap once again. “Be a good girl and take the punishment you deserve, Maggie. If I have to tell you again, I’m afraid I’ll have to fail you.”
Shaking with excited, nervous anticipation, Maggie stood up and walked over to him. Brushing a lock of dark hair off of his forehead, Jones stood and gently took her by the arm, bending her over the center of the table. From his viewpoint, her tiny shorts were plastered against her generous ass, begging to be cupped and squeezed and spanked. Jones had full intentions to oblige it. He felt his cock swell more underneath the fabric of his khakis at the thought.
“Are you ready for your punishment, my dear?”
“Will-will it hurt?”
Jones laughed as he ran a wide palm across her ass. She tensed at his touch, but didn’t pull away. Drawing back slightly, he gave her butt a soft tap, nearly groaning as he watched her ass jiggle so perfectly at the contact. Maggie sucked in a breath as his hand landed again, slightly harder, but it still wasn’t so bad. It didn’t hurt so much as have a slight sting, and being this helpless was starting to turn her on. She could take this if it meant passing the class.
Smack, smack, smack, each one slightly harder than the rest. Soon, Maggie was finding it hard to stifle small yelps of pain with each spank. Jones sighed behind her, stopping just as he was hitting hard enough to cause whimpers.
“This will never teach you anything. You’ll have to remove your shorts to learn this lesson properly.”
“R-remove my shorts? But why?” Maggie squealed as he gave her a sharp spank.
“So that you can learn to respect when someone is taking their time to try to teach you something. Now remove them, or feel free to leave my office and accept your ‘F’ in the class.”
With shaky, trembling fingers, Maggie reached down and opened the fly on her shorts, pushing them down her generous hips. She stood there, bent over her professor’s desk, in nothing but a tank top and her tiny thong. Jones rubbed his aching groin against her for a moment before focusing again on the task at hand. He stroked the curve of her ass cheek once, softly, before bringing his hand down for a satisfying slap. Maggie squeaked with a mixture of pain and unexpected pleasure as she felt her ass turning a dull red.
Jones resumed his previous spanking, almost as if it hadn’t been interrupted. He took his time spanking Maggie, evenly reddening her round bottom. After each sharp slap, he made sure to soothe away the sting. She never knew where the next one would hit, and flinched slightly as he went over old spots. It wasn’t just her backside that was on fire. As Jones was busy spanking her, she tried to press herself against his desk to put some pressure, even a tiny bit, against her wet pussy. She was worried that she had soaked through her thong with as turned on as she was getting from this.
“Get on the desk and spread your legs apart. I want to see if that pussy of yours can take as much as your tight ass.”
“You’re not done? But my ass is on fire, and I have to get to my next class!”
With a sigh, Jones stepped back. “Very well. If this is your choice, you may turn in your drop sheet at the office tomorrow. I will expect your textbook by Monday.”
“No! I’ll do it, please don’t fail me!”
“Then beg. Beg me to punish you and teach you how to be a good girl. Tell me that you want me to spank your pussy.”
Maggie swallowed hard and climbed onto the desk, twisting onto her back and hooking her legs underneath the legs of the table.
“Pl-please teach me how to be a good girl, Professor Jones. I need you to spank my pussy and punish me.”
With a grin, Jones obliged. Maggie shrieked as he brought his hand down hard on her cunt. He soothed the sting with a small rub.
“Well, what’s this? Are you turned on? Is my student a whore for being spanked?” He rubbed her in small, tight circles through the thin material of her panties. She couldn’t help but groan at the contact, her hips arching up to meet his hand.
Unable to stop himself, Jones shoved her tank top and bra up, leaning down and sucking one of her hard nipples into his mouth before pushing a finger past her useless panties. He let his thumb press directly against her clit, moving in hard circles as his index finger slowly pushed into her hot cunt. His tongue swirled around her nipple as he finger fucked her. Soon Maggie was bucking her hips in time with his measured thrusts, holding his head to her chest as he switched nipples.
“Fuck, Professor, please. I need to cum, please!”
Jones pulled back far enough to look at his sexy student. Maggie was spread out on his desk like an offering, her legs splayed wide apart. Her panties were twisted to the side, exposing her wet, trimmed snatch to his hungry gaze, and his finger was buried deep inside of its hot wetness. “Look at yourself, Maggie. You’ll always want this. You'll want more of the pleasure I can give you.” He punctuated this with a sharp slap to her tit.
Maggie could only groan as he added a second finger, increasing his tempo. She screamed as she felt her orgasm building. His thumb never let up on her tender clit, mercilessly pushing her higher and higher. Jones leaned down and bit down on her nipple, hard, growling against her skin, “Cum, bitch.”
She helplessly obeyed, screaming with pleasure as she soared over the edge. As she laid her head down on the desk, dazed, Jones finally pulled his cock out of his pants. He walked around the desk, pressing his thick cock against her lips. Maggie opened her mouth and closed her eyes. She felt her professor roughly use her mouth for his own pleasure, fucking her face as though it were a cunt. Jones ignored the way that Maggie gagged around his length as he held himself at the back of her throat while he came. With a grimace, she swallowed.
Jones helped her sit up and handed Maggie her shorts.
“Come on, let’s go back to my apartment. We can discuss the rest of your educational career there,” he said, kissing her forehead lightly.
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