Teaser: The Professor’s Punishment

I’ve got a really hot one today. Honestly, I had to take breaks while I was writing this because it got me so hot and bothered. Sometimes this job is tough! Have a look:

“What I’d really like is that tight little ass of yours,” he said.

“Fine by me. Just name the time and the place.”

The feet came down. His eyes were dark, staring deeply into mine.

“I don’t mean a one-time thing. I want you to be mine whenever and wherever I want for the rest of your duration here. You do what I want. You service me. If that’s unacceptable to you, then you can start packing your things because you’ll be out of here before the semester is out.”

There was no way out of this for me. I bit my lip, wishing I could tell him to go to hell and take my chances. But my father was already sick of putting up with my DUIs and using his credit card without his permission. If I got kicked out of college…

“Well?” Professor Heywood asked.

“Fine,” I said. “I’ll do whatever you want.”

A wide grin spread across his face. “Oh, this is going to be fun.”

Furious, I grabbed my bag and got up to leave.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he said.

“What, it starts now?”

“You’re damn right it does. You need to be punished for cheating on my exam.”

“Whatever,” I said.

His eyes flashed again. I shifted, suddenly feeling like I was in trouble.

“Get up,” he ordered.

“I’m already standing.”

“No. Onto the desk.”

Rolling my eyes, I did as he said. I was up high enough that he could probably see what my panties looked like. I was just glad I decided to wear some today.

“Now what?” I asked.

“Now,” he said, “you are going to take of your shirt. And your skirt. And any underwear. And you will stand on my desk and wait for me to get back from my meeting. Don’t worry. It should only be about twenty minutes.”

I hesitated of course, and he snapped at me to hurry up. I pulled off my clothes, my face flushing red. Not that I had a bad body or anything. I was thin with a nice rack and a sweet ass. But to just be standing there like I was on display. Humiliating. Which I was sure was the point.

One of his hands caressed my ass. “I’ll be back. And don’t bother moving. My laptop is recording everything.”

I so love this one. Get ready, it’ll be here on Tuesday.


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