If last week left you wanting more (hey, it’s possible!) then don’t worry, I’ve got more waiting for you:
“I can already see that you’ve realized what an idiot you’ve been,” the professor said, smiling as he shook his head. “But don’t think that you’ll be getting off that easy. You’ve insulted me and I won’t let that slide without punishment.”
I looked down at my feet. “Idiot” was putting it mildly. I went for the door, fumbled with the lock and opened it but Professor Dalton came up behind me and slammed it shut.
“You’re not going anywhere,” he said.
“You can’t do anything to me!”
“That’s where you’re wrong. For something like this, I could get you kicked out of school. That wouldn’t look very good when you’re begging for work with your incomplete degree.”
“What? You can’t do that!”
He grinned. “You better start packing your things. I can guarantee you’ll be out of here by the end of the week.”
“No, please. Let’s just forget this whole thing. I’ll do anything.”
The words came out of my mouth before I could stop them. They could have been phrased better, but he seemed to like the dirty things they were implying. A shiver of delight radiated up from my pussy. The fantasies boiling through my brain were just that, fantasies. And then…
“We might be able to arrange something,” Professor Dalton said. “But I’d need to know that you were committed to making up for your rude behavior.”
“Of course I am,” I said, and if I heard the tremor in my voice than he had to as well.
“Prove it to me. Take off your pants and your underwear.”
“I don’t like repeating myself,” he said.
I swallowed hard and then pushed my shorts and panties down to my ankles, trying to turn away and cover my nakedness. As well as the fact that his mere presence was making me gush with juices.
“That’s a girl. Now brace yourself against my desk. I want to see that nice round ass of yours.”
An ache settled into my pussy as I did as he instructed. It was weird that I wasn’t embarrassed. I liked the idea of him staring as my ass and taking it all in. Then his hand came down on it with a resounding smack that made me jolt.
“What was that?” I cried.
“The first step of your punishment,” he said. He brought his hand down again and it was so hard that it brought tears to my eyes. Maybe I deserved it, but it really stung.
Lots of hot BDSM fun in this one. Be sure to pick up a copy next week!