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I was beginning to think seriously about taking work outside the teaching profession that sunny, early fall Saturday, and I hate to think of what I would have missed if the phone hadn’t rung during my lunch.

The small college town of Giles, Michigan didn’t seem to be able to offer any interesting positions for me in either of the two local colleges, and there was a pretty good little touring jazz combo that needed a drummer and sound engineer… maybe that would be a good gig for a while, I thought halfheartedly. But it was a beautiful fall season, the smell of new books mingled with the brisk autumn air, and as I did every fall, I began to feel a nostalgic, restless urge to be strolling an historic campus among lovely, enthusiastic, innocent-looking schoolgirls.

So when I answered the phone, and a woman’s accented voice asked for ‘Professor Williams,’ I put down my coffee and gave my full attention.

‘We found your resumé on your website, and we’d like to think you would find our college a perfect match for your interests and talents,’ she said. I was familiar with Université Westminster, in the mountain town of Wengen, Switzerland, but I had only visited and taught there in some of my more treasured fantasies… I had considered it too exclusive to actually apply. Since my online resumé mentioned my views of education and discipline, I assumed that she was aware of them. Thrillingly, apparently also in agreement, since I was being considered. Not all colleges approve of spanking discipline – hardly any, in fact.

‘We need to find a qualified English speaking professor, so that our girls may gain more familiarity with the language and culture that they will need to know in their various future careers,’ the voice said. The voice, I learned, belonged to Mrs. Bourbon, the school receptionist, secretary and generally the manager of the school’s business. She could probably have me hired on her say-so, so I gave my best phone interview. I was, it seems, just what they were looking for, and they had already checked my references.

Two hours later, giddy with anticipation for my new position and its surprisingly comfortable salary, not to mention the ‘intangibles’ of the job, I was packing, with a car service coming to take me to the airport.

At the Swiss airport, the girl behind the velvet rope holding the sign that said ‘Professor Williams’ was certainly a cutie, with a small, pouty mouth and pert, full breasts… a fresh-faced blonde girl, wearing a sincere, hopeful expression as she searched for me among the disembarking passengers. I noted her light, white blouse and dark blue pleated schoolgirl skirt with approval… the glimpses of cleavage and thigh they afforded aroused my interest right away. She noticed me and waved happily, bouncing a bit on her toes as if to help me notice her. With that ponytail of blond hair swishing around like that, those bouncing breasts, how could I not notice?

Soon we were introduced to each other and in the school limo, with the driver loading my luggage in the trunk.

I had noticed the lovely curve of the underside of the girl’s well-rounded bottom as she bent to climb in, with even a glimpse of her white panty covered pussy mound between creamy thighs… I can’t be sure, but I think she arched her back and stuck out her bottom a little more than was strictly necessary, crawling in to the plush seating. My dirty mind’s desire was awakened by then…

Miss S. chatted gaily in a cute French accent, asking about my trip and so on, and smiled shyly, but often. I told her about the New York hotel and the wait at JFK, and that she was a lovely girl, and that I hoped she was a good student. She put her hand on my leg, and said ‘Oh, I hope so, sir… I do try… I am most happy you are coming to teach us. You look more nice than Dr. Calhoun, who was old and mean.’

The limo was comfortable, with seats like couches, and the view of the pretty town outside was giving away to even prettier countryside as we made our way up the road to the mountains in the afternoon sun. It had been some time since I could look out a limosine window and see castles on hillsides. Never, in fact. But the interior of the car was what had my attention.

‘I am nice,’ said, placing my hand on hers and smiling into her eyes, ‘as long as you obey and behave like a good student, of course.’ She actually blushed, and put her hands to her pretty face, and said ‘oh, well, yes.’

‘Yes?’ I said.

‘Well…’ she hesitated.

‘Have you misbehaved, young lady?’ I asked, silently hoping she had… she looked out the window and shook her head no.

The driver, at this, glance over his shoulder and muttered ‘Tell him, lassy, just how it is you’re in this car, and where you’re supposed to be!’

‘That’s enough,’ she said crossly, and pushed the button to raise the glass partition. ‘Traitor!’ she grumbled.

I raised an eyebrow and looked seriously at her. ‘Well, maybe you’d better explain that before we get back to the school.’

‘Oh…’ she fidgeted, with her hands clasped between her knees, ‘I sort of… decided to come along to be the first to meet you, and welcome you to our school. That’s all.’

‘And what you’re not telling me is…?’ I asked, recognizing a schoolgirl’s evasion right away. ‘I’ll find out when you get back, you know.’

‘Well…’ she ducked her head and squirmed a little, trying to avoid the inevitable. She realized that it was hopeless, and made the wise decision to simply tell me. ‘I was supposed to be helping clean the dorms.’ Aha, I thought. Then came the flood of excuses… ‘But Evelyn said she would cover for me, and I had to do it last week anyway, and all the girls said I should go, and the driver let me, after I… well, I did something nice for him.’ She covered her mouth instantly… too much had been revealed, it seemed.

‘Oh? What sort of something?’

‘I, um, kissed his… I gave him… in the front seat, and I just leaned over…’ She was blushing madly. ‘But that’s not so bad! It’s not really so very naughty, and he said it was okay!’

‘Then you wouldn’t mind explaining that to your headmistress?’ I said. Her eyes became twice as big. The headmistress, I knew, was a Mrs. Hedge, an unsmiling, matronly woman that polite society would call ‘handsome’ or ‘sturdy.’

‘Oh, no, please, sir!’ She was quite agitated. ‘No, don’t make me tell! Please, it’s private!’ She grabbed my arm and pressed her other hand to my leg, leaning toward me, displaying her sincerity and some very pretty cleavage.

‘It looks like my duties are calling already,’ I said, ‘and I think you know what I mean. Miss, you’re going to be disciplined. Either now, by me, in this car, or later, by your headmistress. I think you have a decision to make.’ She withdrew her warm hands and crossed her arms over her chest.

‘No fair’ she said crossly, ‘I thought you said you were nice!’

‘Now or later, Miss,’ I said. ‘Your choice. But just to show you how nice I am, your indiscretion doesn’t need to become public knowledge if you take your punishment now.’

‘What do you mean? How are you going to punish me? You wouldn’t…’

‘I’m afraid so. There’s ample room here for a good spanking.’ My prick was already stiffening in my trousers.

‘But… but how… will you…’ she could barely speak.

‘Just say ‘yes, sir,’ and you don’t need to worry about the details,’ I said. ‘Would you prefer to be disciplined now, rather than later?’

She fidgeted, covered her face with her hands and mumbled something. ‘Come now, speak up!’ I said, getting a little impatient.

‘Yes… sir.’ she said quietly, in a shaky voice.

‘Alright then, over my lap you go,’ I said, and grabbed her arm, pulling her over, face down on my lap, overcoming the expected resistance as she squealed in protest. It’s best to move quickly. I took hold of her thigh, and moved her up so that her bottom was right over my lap, with her legs and upper body on the cushy leather seat. She squirmed and wriggled, which I didn’t mind at all, and I soon had her right in the proper position. Feeling like I was opening a present, I raised her short skirt up to reveal a round, pert, slightly plump bottom, still wriggling in thin, tight white panties… my prick stirred involuntarily in my trousers, stiffening more against her. I was sure she could feel it if she stopped moving.

I gave her bottom a couple quick smacks and told her to calm down, and not to try to block my spanks with her hand. ‘Now for these panties to come down,’ I said sternly. She gasped, ‘Oh, no, please, no, you’ll see my… you’ll…’

‘Yes, I will. I will see your little pussy peeking out under your bottom, and you’ll know I can see it. That’s part of getting a bare bottom spanking. If you don’t want that, then you shouldn’t disobey the rules. You are a student under authority, and you need to remember that.’ With that I was slowly peeling her cotton panties down over the pert curve of her firm, trembling bottom cheeks, ignoring her indignant gasping, with my left arm around her waist to keep her from interfering. I was enjoying every moment… What a sight revealed itself to me. There’s nothing like a pert, young girl’s bottom on my lap with a skirt lifted up and panties below to get me going.

I gave her a sharp preliminary couple of spanks on the roundest part of her pretty bottom, with her flimsy, white panties now rolled down her thighs a few inches.

‘Oh! Oww!’ She was indignant, and began to kick and wriggle.

‘No kicking!’ I said, and began her spanking, taking my time, alternating cheeks, while she wriggled and thrusted deliciously against me, rubbing against my prick through my thin trousers. The spanking sounds filled the cabin of the limo, as did her voice… I guessed the driver could probably hear us, but I also guessed that he would understand. Discretion is part of such work.

‘Oh, my! Oww! Oooh! Ouch! It stings! Oww-eee! Uhhhh….’

My prick was rampant, and it certainly didn’t shy from the bouncing pressure of this lovely lass.

She squealed, she heaved her bottom up and down, she moaned and cried out in incoherent protest, she arched her back, then clenched her bottom and pressed against me, she breathed excitedly… she was a wild minx of a girl, and she was beginning to get a blush in her bottom cheeks. The rosy pink appearing on her creamy, bouncing bottom was a sight to behold. It felt good to see and feel a round bottom bouncing on my lap again, and to hear a girlish voice squealing with excitement.

The limo must have been going up the winding, rougher mountain road by then, but I was oblivious to the outside world.

The spanking continued at a leisurely pace, with some pauses to rub her pretty, writhing derriere, and her cries became more like moans… and then I felt a moist heat emanating from below the deep cleft of her bottom.

As I had told her, I could indeed see her pussy when she thrust her bottom up, as she was doing now, in a sort of rhythm, and her little fig of a quim, with its hint of light, downy hair, pouted plumply, glistening slightly… she was very aroused, without a doubt, whether she would admit it or not. My spanks remained a little sharp, but became slower, and timed to meet her bottom as it was thrust up.

‘Oh, sir… I… Please…’ she breathed.

‘Please what?’ I said, enjoying her agitation. ‘Please spank you harder?’

‘No, please… more rubbing… it stings…’

‘Well, alright… like this?’ I stroked the silky skin of her round, heaving bottom, my fingers straying a little in between the mounds now and then…

‘Yes… oh… that’s…’

‘…Nice?’ I said. She seemed to want to agree, but was breathing hard and mewing, gyrating her pelvis and thrusting herself against me. Her eyes were closed, her mouth was open, with her pretty red lips against the black seat leather, her blond hair spilling around her head.

I further explored between her soft, firm, round bottom cheeks, and then…

I dared… I touched her pussy. She sighed, and didn’t move away, but her bottom seemed to quiver… I stroked the plump little mound, around the slickly wet pouting lips, then slowly probing… inside… Her hips gyrated in smaller circles, and her moans became regular and low. When she arched her back and thrust her hips up, I could see her pussy take my fingers in, and also her crinkled bottomhole in that deep cleft… pink and small, it seemed to want attention too.

My fingers slick with her moisture, I moved my hand, stroking the delicate skin between her pussy and bottomhole… she seemed to moan a little more urgently, and raised her hips toward me… I bent down and licked my finger, then began to rub it around that tight, soft little anus… with my left arm around her waist, I moved that hand to her pussy, cupping it, softly rubbing her clitoral area. She willingly spread her legs as much as she could with the panties around her upper thighs, still writhing and wriggling sensuously, and breathing in the panting, urgent way of a woman much aroused.

I gradually worked by finger into her softly gripping bottomhole, to her body’s apparent approval, as her breath quickened.

‘Uh… it’s… yeesssss….’ she moaned. ‘Please, yes… Oh, my! Oh!’ I was unabashedly finger-fucking her bottom, and she was unabashedly meeting my thrusts with her own heaving bottom, while I rubbed and stroked her pussy… There was no turning back now.

My prick was straining at my trousers, and I decided to free it. Moving Miss S’s legs off the seat so she was kneeling, facing the back of the seat, I quickly loosed my trousers and let them fall, and knelt behind her on the carpeted floor, stroking her pussy again.

‘You liked my touch in your bottom,’ I said, ‘I could tell. I think you’d like more of that. I also know you’re a virgin, and you can’t have a man’s prick up your sweet little pussy yet.’

She moaned incoherently, moving her hips as I touched her pussy, her bottom thrust up, and her shirt unbuttoned, rubbing her breasts on the leather.

‘I’m going to fuck you in your bottom now,’ I said, ‘and this is to be our special secret. I know you consider such things private, and I know you want it. It’s very naughty for us to do this, but you have a naughty little bottom and pussy, and I want it too. So just relax…’

I had brought a travel size tube of hand lotion, thinking of the dry mountain air, and I was very glad it was handily in my pocket. I fished it out with one hand, and squeezed out a big glob, and stroked her pretty little pussy while it warmed in my hand… she sighed and pressed against me… was she a little nervous?

The anticipation was nearly unbearable – here was a nubile, juicy young girl, bent over in front of me with her skirt up, panties down, sticking her beautiful round bottom up toward me, moaning and wrigging softly, in the back of a limo in the beautiful Swiss mountains.

I could wait no longer. I gently applied some lotion to her tender, squeezing bottomhole, and to my raging, hard prick. She was breathing more quickly, whimpering slightly as my finger massaged the slick inside of her soft, tight channel, rocking back to meet my hand. In a couple minutes, she was ready.

I put my cockhead between her round, firm bottomcheeks and pushed forward… it spread the warm mounds apart, and touched her anus. Nothing would stop me now… I pressed against her soft rosebud, and the tip of my prick began to squeeze inside…

She whimpered, and gripped the seat leather more tightly, her eyes still closed… ‘Oooh… yes, naughty.. oh, it’s going in my bottom…Oh! So big… naughty…’

My hands holding her hips steady, I pushed onward, my prick slowly sliding up her tight, well-lubricated bottomhole… until her soft warm cheeks were pressed against my abdomen, and I finally had thrust in all the way. Her moaning was higher pitched now, and she wriggled a little, and I pulled out slowly, and stroked back in… it was heaven. The pressure against my prick was amazing, and her clenching and thrusting gave an incredibly erotic massage, as I plunged into her willing, bouncing bottom. My shaft squeezed in and out between her plump, round cheeks, which were still glowing pinkly from her spanking, as she moaned and squealed, heaved and thrusted…

I wondered if I could make her come by administering a few sharp spanks to that lovely, bouncing bottom while I fucked her tight, silky smooth passage. The idea intrigued me… the spanking had aroused her before, maybe now it would push her over the edge into climax. Not to mention myself.

‘You’re being a bad girl,’ I said, her hips under my hands, ‘fucking your new professor with your naughty bottom. I think you need more spanking!’

She squealed and writhed, and I thought I would explode in her right then. Breathing heavily, I gave her a crisp smack on her gyrating ass. She yelped and clenched, squeezing my prick delightfully…. I knew I wouldn’t last much longer.

I began to spank her smartly, and she cried out and moved her hips like never before. Her young, tight bottom was going to coax every drop out of my prick, and very soon… it was spasming, gripping my prick, thrusting wantonly against me…

‘OH! OOOH! OH, PROFESSOR… UHHGH… MY BOTTOM IS… MY PUSSY FEELS… AAAH! AH! OH, I’M GOING TO… OH!!! OOH, OOOH!…’

That put me over the edge, and I thrust tightly against her, released a torrent of come up her quivering, heaving bottom, as she came in waves of moaning orgasm.

Our rhythmic rocking slowed, and we breathed heavily, lying together on the seat for some time. Her lips sought out mine, and we kissed lazily for a while, while I dreamily noticed the trees go by the window, and the snowy peaks in the distance.

Fortunately, the bump at the end of the school’s long driveway roused us, and we were able to make ourselves presentable before the limo stopped.

‘You’re a good professor, I can tell,’ said my cute companion, as we pulled up to the administration building, ‘and your nice, thick prick feels so good up my bottom! It’s better than his!’ She pointed toward the driver.

I could already see that this was going to be a great college teaching experience.
Belinda had always been one of those girls at the school who could tighten my trousers whenever she was near, so I was pleased to see that she was in my literature class that fall. I don’t know if it was pheremones or the sight of her body, but I never tired of imagining her as my lusty little nymph. If she only knew what lewd, shameful things she did with me in my mind… Her big, hazel eyes always looked innocent and curious.

The shine of earnest desire to learn in a young student’s eyes is what keeps me in my profession… there is truly nothing like it.

After the third day of class, she stayed after the bell to ask me a few questions. She had been right in the front row, looking at me the whole time, her full, creamy tits nearly squeezing out of the top of her dress. She seemed to cross her legs often, like she was trying to control her lust with shyness.

She had such a nice, simple blue and white little dress, with lacey little frills around the edges, sexy as hell.

My urge to fuck her was a palpable f***e – she had that firm, rounded sort of plumpness, like an Irish milkmaid, and the sort of pert, round bottom which always seemed thrust out, begging for attention. Her girlish clothes always complimented her shape, and I could sometimes catch a glimpse of white panties when she bent over for dropped pencils. She always seemed to catch my eye when that happened.

So when she was the last to leave, waiting for the others to go before coming up to me, her coy, girlish demeanor made my heart beat faster. And that sweet, high voice of hers was like the sound of sex. She asked a couple of basic but sensible questions, blinking, shy and nervous. I love full lips like hers, the ones that look as good as they taste…

‘I’m going back to my office,’ I ventured, ‘why don’t you walk with me, if you have more questions. Perhaps you could tell me about yourself as well – I like to get to know my students.’

‘Um, okay…’ she said softly, and got her book bag, and joined me down the hall and outside.

My office is conveniently located in my house, just across the street from the north end of the campus, and while we walked through the autumn sunlight and leaves, she told me her story. Her father had died when she was only 9, and her mother had never remarried, and grandfathers and uncles were too far away to see often. She sounded wistful about it, and alluded to ‘lame’ boyfriends. I liked how deferential and respectful she was to me, but I liked it more when she warmed up and seemed friendly, after we had shared a couple little jokes.

In my house, as the door closed behind us, I swear she blushed as she put down her bag on my kitchen table. As she was looking around my little place and commenting on the artwork, I could tell there was something on her mind that she was too shy to bring up.

She brushed against me more than once as I gave her the house tour, and her flushed happiness was as erotic as her soft hands on my arm.

‘I think you’re a wonderful professor,’ she blurted out, ‘I mean… you explain things, and… I get it.’

‘Thank you,’ I said, ‘you seem like a fine student, and I think it will be a pleasure to have you in my class.’

She blushed again, and said softly, ‘I hope I’m a good schoolgirl…’

Not ‘student.’ ‘Schoolgirl.’ Hmmmm…

I decided to go out on a limb… with a chuckle, I said ‘Well, I sure hope you’re not one of those ‘naughty’ schoolgirls I’ve heard about!’

She laughed a little too much, out of nervousness, and drank some of her tea, and there was an awkward silence. Just when I had decided I had just made a bad move, she said with a playful smile, ‘Why is that, Professor Wilson? What happens to the naughty ones?’

Right then I knew she was mine. This girl wanted to be bent over and… satisfied.

‘You don’t know?’ I said in mock surprise, ‘Why, they get their bare bottoms spanked, of course! Often bent over the headmaster’s desk, or over a teacher’s lap!’

‘Oh, my!’ She said with pretend worry, and put her hands over her open mouth, giggling. We both laughed. ‘Really? How embarrassing… I’ve never… I wonder how…’ she trailed off.

‘Never?’ I said, and she shook her head, looking at the floor. I couldn’t hold back – ‘Well, my curious young schoolgirl, would you like me to tell you more?’

‘Oh, I just… I mean, I don’t…’ She was breathing a little harder.

‘Well, I think you do, or you wouldn’t have asked. Schoolgirls have been spanked in various ways, with various results, in schools like this for years. You might as well learn about it. Just come here and sit on my lap, and I’ll answer any questions. After all, a girl should know what the consequences might be if she’s ever naughty. Come on, don’t worry…’

She shyly got up and came over to the easy chair by my desk. I took hold of her hips and helped her onto my lap. She eased her bottom onto me, wriggling a little, and put her arm around my neck.

‘Oh…’ she said, ‘this is… nice… so… what, um, what would happen to me if I were one of those naughty schoolgirls?’ She was nervous and blushing, but trying to be casual, and it worked very well.

‘Well… I guess you’d probably… be pressing your bottom against me just like… yes, like that…’

‘Oh, well! That would be naughty!’ she said a little breathlessly. ‘I’m sorry… but I’m just sitting on your lap… I’m not trying to do anything, Professor. Is… is that better?’ She moved a little more.

‘Very good…’ I said, ‘Um… so, I would turn up your skirt, and bend you over my desk, peel your panties down and start your spanking…’

‘On my bare bottom, with everything… um, showing? If I was naughty?’ She was wriggling a little, gyrating against me. She pressed against me and her lips nuzzled my ear. ‘Like, if… if I acted inappropriately with my teacher? Mmmm… what if I asked about the hard thing in his pants? Would that be naughty?’ I could feel her very warm softness, and then our lips met in the steamiest kiss I ever felt. I tasted and held her for a few moments, then I knew I had to take charge.

‘Alright, you asked for it, young lady!’ I said, and grabber her waist, half carried her to my desk as she squealed ‘Oooh! What are you doing?’

I bent her over face down on the desk, and lifted up her short dress, revealing a lovely, firm bottom in delicate white panties. ‘You do know you deserve this, don’t you?’ I asked.

‘Oh, come on, no! I was just asking about-‘

SMACK! I gave her a stinging spank, she yelped ‘OOH!,’ and started clenching and unclenching her bottom, breathing harder.

‘You were doing more than that! You tested me, and now you’ll get the results! Those little panties are coming down…’ and they did, down to mid thigh, twisted into a soft cord. She squealed ‘NO! No, you can’t!’, and wiggled her pert ass back and forth, but she stayed put.

Not ten minutes in my house, and she was bent over and exposed.

That beautiful, round upthrust bottom, quivering a little from her nervous excitement, was so perfect, and so deserving of a lusty fucking… it was hard not to release my raging prick and plunge it into her on the spot. Instead, I had to give my attention to her spanking.

I suspected she would come from being spanked, so shamefully exposed, and she had some dew on her lily already. I brushed her plump little pussy with my knuckle, so she knew I could see it.

‘Oh! Nnnng… naughty…’ she was barely coherent, and moving her bottom around as if she could not control it.

‘Keep that bottom up! Up! Arch your back! Stick it up!’ I had to yell to get through to her, and knocked her feet further apart with my foot. She obeyed, and thrust up. ‘Good girl! Now your naughty little quim, and even your bottom hole, are right in front of me! Yes, your bottom hole! See, I can even touch it…’ I tickled it a little. ‘I know what naughty girls’ pussies and bottoms look like, and now I see yours!’ She whimpered, nearly crying already.

I put my left hand on the small of her back. ‘Are you ready, Miss Belinda? You’re going to have your bottom spanked for real, and boy, is it going to sting! This is going to be more than you bargained for, young lady. I said, are you ready?’

‘Uh-uh-uh, uh, yes, si-‘

SMACK! SLAP! SMACK-SMACK! SMACK!

‘Oh! Ooooh! Uh! NNNNNGG! OWEEE! Waaahhhh!’

Oh, man, did I make that bottom quiver and bounce, and how she squealed and panted… I was breathing hard, and so excited I could hardly stand it.

I kept at it, the spanking sounds and her cries ringing through the house. ‘Stop that wriggling!’ SLAP! SMACK! ‘Control your bottom, Miss!’

‘Waaaah-haaa! Ow-weeee! Aaaah! Oh!! OOOWW!’ She was wriggling uncontrollably, and it occurred to me that I would have to keep her still somehow… ‘Aaaaahhh!! Waaaaaaahhhhhh!’ Really crying now, and no wonder, with my sharp spanks making her bottom bounce and redden.

Did I dare? Yes. That was it – the only solution. A way to tame that bucking, writhing ass… I couldn’t take it any more.

I stopped spanking, and my hands went to my belt and down went my trousers and shorts. She still writhed and whimpered. I got right behind her, and began to caress that beautiful bottom… I got the bottle of hand lotion from the desk, and squirted some onto her now hot pink bottom cheeks, working it in, then some more…

‘Uuhhh… ooooh… please… uuhhhhhh…’

‘Now, Belinda,’ I said, a little nervously, ‘I just can’t have you moving around so much… I’m going to have to do something to keep you still…’

‘Ohh… I’m sorry! Please… I’m sorry… I can’t help it… can’t stop moving… uh… please no more… I’m so… so sorry…l’ She was crying a little bit, while I put more lotion on her bottom.

‘I’m going to… I have to get behind you, and… I have to press up against you now, Belinda… because you wriggle your bottom so much when… when I spank you…’ I was barely keeping my hands from shaking. ‘And… you’re going to feel my prick against your bottom now, Sweetie…’

‘NNNnng!’ She ground her hips involuntarily, whether from fear or lust I don’t know, but I had her in my hands, and there was no going back. The feeling of pressing my upright prick into the crack of her bottom, the base of it firmly pressing on her slick, mushy pussy, made me groan and gasp, and she made a high, soft squealing sound, both of us panting.

‘OhmyGod! Professor!’ She was quivering, and clenched her cheeks against my prick. ‘Oh, god, this is so naughty of us…’

‘Yes,’ I said breathlessly, ‘yes, it is… you are a naughty schoolgirl after all… making your professor so hard…’ I gripped her hips and pressed harder, my prick sliding deliciously between her bottom cheeks, and I started a fucking motion… I couldn’t help it. I rubbed it right against her little pussy and her rosebud…

She started the motion with me, and I had to do something to keep from coming.

‘I… I have to finish your spanking now…’ I said. ‘Your bottom is so naughty, you bad girl… rubbing your professor’s prick like that…’

SMACK! SLAP-SMACK! SMACK!

‘WWAAAAAAH-AAAAH!!! OHHH! EEEEEEE!!! …Waaaa-haaaaaaa….!!

Her lewd spasms began after six or seven spanks… that girl came so hard, bucking furiously, her pussy grinding against the base of my prick, I had to stop spanking and grab her hips to hold on. The sight of that heaving, thrusting bottom, blushing pink from spanking, slick from the lotion, with my prick sliding up the middle… just thinking of it now gets me hard.

Her motions slowed down, and she was saying ‘oh, Professor… oh… oh, my god… Professor…’ over and over.

‘Belinda,’ I said, ‘My naughty, shameful girl… I have to see how naughty you are…’ I gently started playing with her bottom hole, my finger massaging it, pressing it a little. ‘Do you like that?’

‘Oh! Oh my god! That’s bad! Oh… that’s… it’s… that’s really naughty! Professor, you shouldn’t… Oh! That’s not where… ohhhhh…. ooohh…’

I slowly pushed my finger into her bottom, my prick still pressed against her delicate, plump little pussy.

‘OOH! I’m so embarrassed! Oh, god! ‘ Her bottom was slowlly bucking and squeezing my finger, and she was panting, eyes closed, moving back and forth… against her will, her luscious bottom wanted to be fucked. It was inevitable, and my prick knew it.

‘But you like it, don’t you?’ She whimpered and sobbed a little. ‘You have to learn… what naughty girls get, Sweetie…’ There was no denying it, the line had been crossed – I was finger fucking my little student’s bottom, and massaging her pussy with my prick, and she was nearly delirious. The strange sensation in her ass was growing, and she was getting used to it.

Girls’ bottoms must be gently seduced, even when they are helplessly bent over my desk, and such girls must understand that their naughtiness will only build and swell without loving attention and stinging punishment… I explained all this to Belinda while sliding my prick up and down against her pussy lips and teasing her little rosebud.

She moaned and mewed and sighed, bucking and grinding slowly. I was going to fuck her, and my prick was going to squeeze into that tight, round bottom, and we both knew it. I was going to plunge my rampant prick into a sweet, young little girl’s perfect, tender ass…

‘I’m going to show you what naughty girls’ bottoms want, and what they get, Belinda… You’re going to see how bad, spanked girls fuck their professors, when they are so shamefully naughty like you have been… You’ll still be a virgin, but you need to be fucked, and fucked well, or else that little quim of yours will get you into trouble… such a sweet, wet little pussy, but I can’t really fuck you there, as you know… so we’re going to do some very, very naughty things. But remember, it doesn’t really count, if it’s in your bottom…’

‘No, please, professor… that’s just… so bad! I must never! That’s the naughtiest place! Oh, please… you can’t! Uhhh…’

But she kept up her lewd fucking motion against my prick…

‘But you’re a naughty girl, remember?’

I laid a sharp spank on her bottom, and raised my voice.

‘Good girls don’t get their little pussies all tingly and steamy when they get spanked! Good girls don’t grind their bottoms on their professor’s lap! Look how wet and slippery you are down there! And another thing, good girls don’t come like you just did from being spanked!’

‘Ohmygod-ohmygod…. I can’t help it…’ She started quivering again.

‘I know, Sweetie. But you need to be well fucked, or all that energy will just fester… you need to release it… Now, Belinda, I like you… and I’m going to give you a little treat, but this is very, very naughty. You should never do this. You just… need to learn…’

‘Mmmm… huh? A… treat?’

She was still slowly grinding her bottom and plump, juicy quim against me,

‘Yes… I think you’ll like it. Now, hold still…’

I dropped down, and pressed my face against her upturned pussy, my nose to her rosebud, and I began to twirl and probe with my tongue. I did it for a few minutes, tasting her slippery salty pussy, as her spasms increased, and finally, with a finger tickling her little love button, I moved my face up a little, and took the plunge – I stabbed my stiff, long tongue right up her bottom hole, at least a couple inches. I was vigorously probing and licking her ass inside, and she squealed with delight.

Her anus clenched around my tongue hard, but I kept thrusting a little more, until I was tired, and I got up.

‘Did you like your treat?’ I whispered into her ear, my prick once again nestled between her cheeks.

‘Oh…OH! oh, my god… I’m so embarrassed…’ she gasped, ‘…but it was so… good… oh, I love that… your tongue, it was up my bottom! I can’t believe you stuck your tongue up my bottom hole!’ She was amazed… ‘Oh, my… I never knew…oh… Professor?’

‘Yes?’

She was nearly whispering… ‘I’m kinda scared… is your… your prick really…. is it going to fit in my bottom?’

‘I think so, Sweetie. We’re going to find out now… just hold on to the edge of the desk, that’s it… now, just relax… stick your bottom up for me, yes, that’s good…’

She was a little frightened of the unknown, and it was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. I got a handful of lotion, and coated my prick… her little pink pucker was already slick from the licking and the lotion, and her bottom was ready.

She quivered a little, as my cockhead pressed against her bottom hole, and I began to slowly squeeze it in… She yelped a surprised ‘OOH!’ when the head slipped in… I held her hips, and grunted a little as I pushed… What a picture we made, a lusty little girl bent wantonly over the desk, impaled on a man’s cock.

‘Oooooooh!! Uh! Oh, my GOD! OH, that is so BAAAAD!’ She was gasping and whimpering, but I pushed on… my prick could barely squeeze into her bottom. ‘OH, Professor, this is so bad.. oh, my god, this is the naughtiest thing ever… Ooooh!’

‘Yes.. it is…’ I grunted, squeezing in a bit more…

‘Oh… oh, god… Professor, I need something!’

‘Yes, what?’

‘Can I… it feels so strange, and it’s just… too naughty, and I want…’

‘It’s okay, Sweetie, what is it?’

Both of us were breathing hard, and I was almost fully up her tight, round little bottom.

‘I want to pretend you’re my Daddy!’ she blurted. ‘Because – well it’s not as bad if I pretend you’re my Daddy, please? Can I? Then I have to do it! …Can I pretend?’

I almost came, but managed to grunt ‘Yes! Oh, yes, Sweetie!’

Slowly, I began sliding back and forth, right up into her bottom, and she slowly began to push back, and soon we were really, fully fucking – slapping sounds, her squeals, moans, wet sounds, and she was crying out in such a cute, high little girl voice…

‘OH, Daddy… be my Daddy… OHGOD! Oooooh…. Daddy, you’re…. your prick… right up my bottom!! Uh! BAD DADDY!! Ohmygod this is so naughty….DADDY! OOOHH!! Oh, Daddy, this is really… bad… Oh, Daddy!! Not.. supposed to… UUhhhh!! …Fuck your little Belinda’s bottom!! OHGODOHGOD!!

‘Oh, yes,’ I gasped, ‘Daddy’s big prick is… right up your bottom…. such a naughty little ass… Fucking you in the naughty place… Bad girl! Uhhh… so bad…’

She writhed and bucked and squealed, and whimpered, and cried… but she kept fucking me with that plump, bouncing bottom, and sobbing out tears with wave after wave of spasming orgasm…

‘OH, Daddy!! Sp – spank! Spank me… This is naughty, Daddy!! I can’t… AAAH! WAAAAAA-HAAA! OW-WEEEE!’ I slapped and spanked her quivering bottom, as vigorously as we were fucking…

‘WAAAAAAA!! OW!!! OOOOWWW-WWEEEEEE!’

She was full on wailing, the tears flowing, out of her mind with a growing orgasm and the stinging spanks, and her ass was gripping and spasmodically clenching on my prick. Her pussy was soaking my balls, as I held her full, firm tits, kissed her neck, and thrust into her bottom again and again…

‘WAAAAAA-HAAA! OW-WEEEE! OH-OH-OH! Uhhhhh… Oh! DAAAADDEEEEEEE! WAA-HAAAAAAAAAAA! Uh…. please… oh…. OOOOOHHH!’

I held onto her vigorously writhing hips, grunting, watching my shiny prick impale that luscious ass, her pussy making both of us steamy and slick…

Then I spanked her hard one last time, gripped her hips, and thrust deeply into her heaving bottom, and as her screams reached the highest pitch, I exploded, and kept exploding, for about an hour, within about ten seconds…

The next thing I remember, we were on the couch, nestled together, and my prick was still inside her, and she was kissing me, and making soft, happy sounds. We snuggled and fondled and kissed and held each other for a long time…

Now it’s several months later, and it seems like about once a week or so, young Belinda will get caught in some unbecoming behavior, and she will have to learn it all, all over again. But I suppose the girl needs a daddy to guide her, at least some of the time.