Kate double-checked her hair in the glass window of Professor Foster’s front door. She wasn’t sure why, but the 18-year-old wanted to look her best for her teacher. Probably because it was her first day on the job as his babysitter.
“Normally, I’m reluctant to do this during the semester,” he’d said at the end of his last lecture, “but my wife and I are really in a bind.
Our regular babysitter is moving out of town on short notice, and we could really use someone to look after our son Chris during the afternoon. If any of you are interested, or know someone who might be, please talk to me after class.”
Kate had bounded up to him the moment the other students had left the room.
“Professor Foster?” she said, touching his arm gently to get his attention as he packed his things, “I’m available.”
He looked up and smiled.
“Yes? Available for what?”
She couldn’t help but feel that his double entendre was intentional. She had to admit, it would have been fun to flirt with him. After all, he was quite attractive, in shape, and not too old (Kate guessed mid-thirties). But he was married. And her teacher.
“Babysitting,” she replied.
“Of course! Yes, great. Let me get your information,” he said, scrambling for a pen, “Kate, wasn’t it?”
She was impressed that he remembered her name.
He took down her phone number.
“Could you start tomorrow at 2pm?”
Now here she was, standing on his front doorstep, unsure of what to expect. He had an attractive, colonial-style house in a modestly-priced neighborhood near the large university where he taught and she attended classes. From what Kate could see through the window, he or his wife had excellent taste in wooden furniture.
“Kate!” he said, opening the door. He was holding the hand of an adorable toddler.
“You must be Chris!” she said, smiling at the boy as she stepped inside.
Professor Foster gave her instructions for taking care of Chris. It all seemed easy enough. Kate had plenty of babysitting experience, and loved taking care of kids Chris’s age. And professor Foster was going to pay her almost twice what she made in high school!
“If you have any questions, this is my cell number,” said Professor Foster, scrawling something on a piece of paper before kissing his son goodbye, “either I or my wife will be back around 6!”
“No problem professor Foster,” said Kate, “you can count on me!”
“Please,” he said, “you can call me Shane.”
She blushed. It felt somehow wrong to call him by his first name.
“Ok professor Foster,” she said, then laughed at her mistake, “I mean Shane. You can count on me.”
“I hope so,” he said, closing the door behind him. Just before the door fell shut, Kate could have sworn he’d given her a wink. It must have been her imagination.
When six o’clock came around, Kate heard the sound of keys in the door. She was a little disappointed to see an attractive woman in her early thirties carrying a large grocery sack. It had to be Mrs. Foster.
“Hi,” she said, setting her load down on the counter, “you must be Kate.”
Kate nodded and extended her hand, “nice to meet you.”
“I’m Molly,” said the woman, “how was everything?”
“Great!” said Kate, as Chris ran up to hug his mother, “he was perfectly behaved.”
“Glad to hear it.”
She rummaged through her purse with one hand while holding her son in the other.
“Sorry, could you just go by my husband’s office tomorrow to get your money? I don’t have any cash.”
“Sure, no problem,” said Kate, “see you tomorrow!”
“Thanks again. Bye!”
The next day after lecture, Kate couldn’t wait to talk to professor Foster.
“Shane,” she said, running up to him after class, “your wife said you would pay me today.”
In her excitement, she’d ignored the fact that he was talking to another student.
“Excuse me young lady,” he said, “I prefer it if you would refrain from using my first name. And I have office hours in 15 minutes. I’d be happy to talk to you then.”
Kate blushed bright red in embarrassment. How could she have been so stupid as to think that she could act the same way around professor Foster as his student as she did as his babysitter?
Fifteen minutes later, she knocked timidly on his office door.
“Come in,” he said.
“Kate,” he said, smiling as she opened the door, “I was hoping it was you.”
She stepped into his tiny office. He gestured for her to sit in the metal chair facing the desk where he was sitting.
Slowly, carefully, Kate sat, conscious of the way her skirt rode up her thighs as she did so. Why had she worn such a skimpy outfit today of all days? She knew she’d have to talk to professor Foster about the money. It really wasn’t like her at all. She pressed her legs together and tried to smile.
“Kate,” he said, “I’ve got your money.”
He placed a stack of bills on the desk in front of her.
“Thanks,” she said, picking them up and stuffing them into her purse.
“I need to talk to you about something,” he continued. She could have sworn he’d stolen a glance at her cleavage.
“You exercised poor judgement using my first name in front of the other students before,” he said, “my job is one that requires that I maintain my authority. You understand that right?”
Kate blushed and looked down.
“Yes sir,” she said.
“Good,” said professor Foster, “but I’m afraid we have to find a way for this not to happen again, don’t you agree?”
“I won’t do it again, sir,” she muttered, still looking down.
“I’m afraid that’s not enough. If you want to continue working for me during the semester, you’re going to have to agree to certain rules,” he paused and pushed his chair back from the desk.
“You do want to continue to work for me, don’t you?”
“Yes sir,” she said, still unable to meet his gaze.
“Very well, Kate,” he said, “then I suggest we reach an agreement here. We will deal with this and any of your future infractions in a very simple but effective way.”
He paused, waiting for her to look at him. After a few moments, she met his eyes, looking at him questioningly.
“With a spanking.”
He let the words linger in her ears for a moment.
As shocked as she was, Kate couldn’t avert her gaze. Neither could she respond.
“If you don’t agree to this rather mild form of discipline, I’m afraid I won’t be able to employ you as my babysitter,” he said.
She was paralyzed, unsure of how to react. Her good sense told her she should walk out and never speak to him again, but another part of her (a part located between her legs) found the idea of being spanked by professor Foster arousing, even exhilarating.
“Ok,” she heard herself say.
“Great,” he said, “I’m glad you agree. Now please stand, hike up your skirt, and place your palms on the desk.”
He opened a drawer. Kate saw him remove a ruler before closing the drawer and standing.
“Go ahead, Kate.”
Kate stood, then turned to look at the closed door behind her.
“You may leave of course,” he said, coming around the desk.
She gulped as she felt his presence behind her.
“Hike up your skirt and place your palms on the desk,” he repeated.
“I can’t,” she began.
“Relax, Kate,” he said, “this is a quick, and, though certainly not painless, nevertheless efficient way to handle conflicts in our relationship.”
She felt her heart leap at the word “relationship.” Is that what this was? As humiliating as her position was, she couldn’t help but feel even more attracted to him.
“Professional relationship, I mean,” he corrected himself.
“I’m waiting, Kate.”
She reached down and slowly pulled her skirt up until it rested across her back. Then she leaned forward, placing her palms on flat on the desk.
She was proud of her bottom, and was secretly a little bit pleased that professor Foster was getting such a good look at it now. What she hoped he didn’t see, however, was the wet patch she could feel spreading in her panties.
“Kate,” he said, “for this first infraction, I’m going to spank you five times. You’re going to count after each one, and thank me. Is that clear?”
“Y- yes,” she stammered, her whole body shaking in anticipation.
“Just one more thing,” he said, “I find that spankings are most effective on a bare bottom. So I’m going to quickly pull down your panties.”
She gulped. Her bottom twitched involuntarily as she felt him reach under the waistline of her cotton briefs and slide them down over her shapely ass.
The smell of her arousal filled the tiny room. There could be no mistaking it, and it was impossible for professor Foster not to be aware of it.
The room was dead silent for what seemed like a full minute.
Then she felt a whiff of air as professor Foster drew the ruler back.
The first blow surprised her with its intensity. She hadn’t been expecting it to hurt that much.
“What do you say, Kate?”
“Th- thank you, professor Foster,” she stammered.
“You forgot something, Kate. I’m afraid we’re going to start again from one.”
“One,” she panted.
“No, that was one. Say it, Kate.”
“Thank you professor Foster,” she added quickly.
“Good girl,” he said.
She blushed. She was proud of gaining his approval in spite of herself.
“Two,” she said, trying to resist the urge to reach back and rub away the sting of the ruler.
“Thank you professor Foster.”
This time, she cried out, emitting a soft moan.
“Three. Thank you professor Foster.”
She yearned for him to call her a “good girl” once more. She could tell that her pussy was close to dripping by this point and was sure that he couldn’t have failed to notice as well.
“Four,” she moaned, wincing in pain even as her cunt continued to burn.
“Thank you professor Foster.”
“Five,” she sighed, choking back tears as the pain of the first few blows set in belatedly, “thank you professor Foster.”
Her perfectly shaped bubble butt trembled in the cool air of the office. She could feel each distinct stripe that his blows had left across her rear. The pain had gone from a sharp stinging sensation to a dull throbbing.
Still, it was all she could do not to reach down and touch her clit. She secretly hoped that professor Foster would do it for her.
He did not.
“You’re free to go, Kate,” he said, “I’ll see you this evening when you’re finished watching Chris.”
“Ok,” she murmured, hastily pulling up her panties and smoothing down her skirt, unable to stop herself from rubbing her aching ass.
As she left his office, she passed another girl who she knew from his lecture waiting in the hall. Noting Kate’s reddened, tear-stained face, the girl asked what was wrong.
“Bad grade,” muttered Kate, shuffling away quickly.
She had just enough time to go back to her dorm and take a shower, then change her clothes into something a little more modest before she showed up to watch Chris.
“Hi Kate,” said Molly, on her way out the door, “you won’t see me again tonight, but Shane will be by at 6.”
“Great,” said Kate.
That afternoon, she kept returning to the spanking in her head. She knew what professor Foster had done was wildly inappropriate. She could have gotten him fired if she wanted to. Or maybe even arrested.
But then again she’d agreed to it all, hadn’t she? She could have left at any time. And then there was the matter of her persistent arousal every time she thought back to the ruler coming down across her unprotected ass…
She put Chris down for his nap. In the hour or so that he would sleep, she had time to study. She pulled out her laptop and looked up the homework for that night in professor Foster’s class.
She noted the reading assignment, then looked in her bag. Damn! She’d forgotten the textbook. There would be no way for her to do the reading before the next class.
Then she remembered that she was at professor Foster’s house. Surely he’d have an extra textbook she could borrow!
She opened the door to the study and flipped on the light. The place was filled with books. She had no idea if she’d ever find the right one.
But as she moved from shelf to shelf, she became increasingly distracted from her original plan, instead becoming engrossed in several of the old novels she found there.
One of them was a collection of erotic stories. It seemed to be quite old, and was illustrated explicitly. Kate’s heart pounded as she looked at the drawings of men and women entwined in various positions that she’d never imagined.
On one page, there was an image of a woman bent over a divan, offering her naked ass for a smiling man’s whip. She couldn’t help but think of professor Foster spanking her earlier that afternoon.
Just then, she heard a key turn in the door. She scrambled to put the book back where she’d found it, but ended up knocking over a pile of books and papers stacked precariously on the desk (how could anyone live with such clutter?), creating a huge crash just as professor Foster walked through the door.
He headed directly for the study of course.
“Hello Kate,” he said, smiling at her as she frantically tried to restack the books, “doing some reading?”
“I was just, I was studying for your class and I,” she stammered.
“Just leave those for now,” he said, eying the book of erotic stories that lay alone on the floor near where she’d been reading it, “there’s no reason for you to be in there at all, and you clearly can’t understand my, err, system of organization.”
“Sorry, professor Foster,” she stammered.
“We’re at home now, so you can call me Shane.”
“Right, Shane,” this back-and-forth with the names was flustering her a bit.
“So you’re not mad?”
“No, Kate,” he said, walking over and picking up the erotic book and flipping through it casually before closing it and returning it to its proper place on the shelf.
“But I am going to have to punish you for this, you know.”
His eyes were a dark, dull blue. Kate jerked her gaze away from his. It seemed too much to bear.
“Yes,” she said.
“Very good. You’re a fast learner!”
Kate felt her bottom begin to throb involuntarily. She didn’t know if she was going to be able to handle two spankings on the same day. Not because of the pain, but the sexual frustration!
He closed the door. The two of them were alone in the windowless study.
He sat in a comfortable armchair while she remained standing, her body tense with anticipation.
“Kate,” he said, “I’m going to ask you a question, and I want you to answer me truthfully. Can you do that?”
He paused for a moment, regarding her almost affectionately.
“How many cocks have you had in your mouth?”
She could feel the blood rush to her face as she burned with embarrassment.
“I -,” she stuttered.
“I don’t know.”
“Kate,” he said sternly, “we both know that’s a lie. For a woman of your age ‘I don’t know’ either means you are entirely inexperienced or you are entirely too experienced. Now which is it? I have my own guess, of course.”
“Two,” she whispered.
“Two what, Kate?”
“In a complete sentence, please.”
“I’ve had two cocks in my mouth, sir.”
“Do you know why I asked you, Kate?”
“No sir,” she murmured. Somehow she couldn’t fight the hope rising inside her that this was his (albeit strange) way of coming on to her.
“Because while you don’t look like a slut,” he said, “but I’m beginning to think that you might really be one.”
The word “slut” was a very powerful one for Kate. It held an erotic charge for her that she didn’t understand. It stirred feelings within her of shame and desire, as if there were a force trapped inside her that bore that name and only had to be called on to be unleashed.
Part of her wanted to unleash that power, and thought that professor Foster was the man to help her do it.
The other, more conventional part of her said in no uncertain terms that she was a good girl, and that no amount of coaxing or coercion would convince her otherwise.
“I’m not a slut,” she murmured.
“You don’t sound so convinced,” he said.
“I’ve only,” here she turned even redder, “had sex with one man.”
“But you’ve had two cocks in your mouth?”
She cringed at his straightforward language.
“Yes, one was a guy I met at a party. I was drunk. It was a mistake.”
“And the other one belonged to your boyfriend?”
“Yes, my ex-boyfriend,” she hastened to add, “Brad.”
“And were you satisfied with Brad?”
“He was nice.”
“I mean sexually.”
“You don’t sound convinced, Kate. And do you know why?”
“Why?” she was trembling again at the intimacy of their exchange, still wondering when and if he would punish her.
“Because you’re submissive by nature,” he replied, “do you know what that means?”
“I think so,” she whispered.
“Good,” he said, “then let’s test that and see. Remove your shirt and your bra. It’s time for your punishment.”
Kate trembled as she unbuttoned the first button on her white blouse.
“Do we have to do it now? I just –,” she stammered.
“Kate,” he said, “you’re only earning yourself more punishment.”
She hastily unbuttoned the rest of her blouse, then paused. She didn’t know what he had in mind, and her heart raced as she considered the possibilities.
“Kate,” he said, “remove your blouse entirely.”
She slipped the blouse off wordlessly, letting it fall to the ground behind her. She stood before him now, dressed only in a bra and skirt.
“The bra as well, Kate. Hurry up.”
Her fingers shook so much she almost couldn’t undo the bra strap. Finally, however, she managed to unhook the clasp and slip the bra down off her shoulders.
He made a motion indicating that she should let the bra drop to the floor. She did so, then immediately crossed her arms across her chest.
“One more thing before we get started, Kate,” he said, unbuckling his belt matter-of-factly, “I want you to give me your panties.”
Terror shot through her body. If she took off her panties her arousal would be obvious.
“Not your skirt,” he said, as if to assure her, “just the panties.”
He had completely removed his belt and now held it coiled in his right hand. He extended his left hand, waiting.
“Remember the agreement, Kate. You can stop working for me anytime you want.”
She quickly reached under her skirt and slipped off her panties, a pink and white thong. They smell strongly of sex as she pressed them into professor Foster’s palm without meeting his gaze.
“Good girl,” he said.
She felt a wave of heat on her cunt even as it was cooled by the air of the room.
“Now get on your knees, Kate.”
She looked at him for a moment questioningly, but then lowered herself gingerly to the carpeted floor. She held her arms defensively against her chest, looking up at him.
“Good girl. Now place your arms on the back of your head with your fingers locked.”
She hesitated for a moment, then slowly lifted her arms to the back of her head, allowing her breasts to fall free. She was mortified to notice that her nipples were erect.
“Very good,” he said, “just one more thing before I administer the punishment. Open your mouth.”
She opened her mouth to ask what he had in mind, but before she could react he pushed her wadded panties into her mouth, truncating her cry of protest.
“Mpf,” she moaned.
He let her kneel there for a few moments, studying her figure. Kate was an attractive young woman, and she knew it. She was proud of her body, but also extremely shy. What she was doing now — exposing herself to an older man — would have been unthinkable just a few months ago. It probably would still be unthinkable now if the man hadn’t been professor Foster.
“Very good, Kate. I can’t have you making too much noise.”
He used the belt to tease one of her nipples, smiling as she tensed and began to breathe more quickly through her nose.
“I think you just might like this, Kate.”
She was dripping wet now under her skirt. She closed her eyes and hoped he wouldn’t notice.
“I’m going to punish your tits this time, in case you hadn’t guessed,” he said, teasing the nipple of the other breast, “I think three strokes across each one should be sufficient.”
His belt cracked down across her right nipple. Unlike with the spanking that afternoon, the burn set in almost instantaneously this time. Kate couldn’t help but moan through the gag.
The same burn spread to her left breast. Tears came to her eyes, and she had to fight the urge to move her hands from her head with the dual purpose of massaging the ache out of her nipples and the fire from her clit.
The next two blows came in quick succession. Kate felt tears roll down her face, even as her arousal reached new heights.
“Such pretty nipples,” remarked the professor.
Kate thought she saw him adjust his pants. Was he as aroused as she was?
Kate couldn’t stifle a cry (which was muffled by the panties in her mouth) as the final set of blows fell.
“Good girl, that’s enough,” said the professor, setting his belt on the floor next to her.
“I’d like you to keep your hands there for a moment.”
Kate trembled as she watched him unzip his pants, revealing a thick, erect penis.
“As you can see, I enjoy these sessions as much as you do,” he said, gesturing to the obscene protuberance he had just revealed.
“I think it’s only fair that you do something about this,” he continued, “don’t you agree?”
Kate had no choice but to nod.
“Good,” he said, leaning forward and pulling the panties from her mouth, “you may put your arms at your sides now, but you are under no circumstances to touch or otherwise pleasure yourself without my permission. Is that clear?”
“Yes,” Kate whispered.
It felt good to take her hands from the back of her head. But her nipples were aching and her clit sorely needed attention.
The sight of professor Foster’s erection pushed these concerns to the back of Kate’s mind for the moment. What was he going to do with her? Or make her do?
“Kate,” he said, “I believe that certain privileges must be earned. Don’t you agree?”
She nodded slowly, unsure of where he was going with this line of thought.
“Like sucking my cock, for example. I’m sure you could do an adequate job, with a little coaching, but I don’t think it’s an appropriate place to start.”
She watched the precum ooze from the head of his circumcised penis as he spoke.
“I think you should first prove to me that you can jerk a man off properly, before we move on to more advanced topics like cocksucking or intercourse.”
She pressed her legs together, trying desperately to bring relief to her clit.
“Spit on your right hand, Kate,” he commanded.
She made a face.
She spat on the palm of her right hand, then looked up at him.
“Good girl,” he said, inching towards the edge of the chair, “now grab my cock and demonstrate your handjob technique.”
Kate reached forward and closed her hand around his large cock. He was thick enough that her fingers didn’t touch her thumb.
“You have given a handjob before, haven’t you Kate?”
“Yes,” she said.
“How many times?” asked the professor, then stopped himself, “let me put it a different way. How many cocks have you jerked off?”
Kate paused for a moment.
“Five,” she responded, blushing deeply, “five cocks, sir.”
“Five! So you’ve got a little slut in you after all. I knew it. This should be easy for you then. Show me what a slut like you can do.”
“I’m not a slut,” she whispered, beginning to move her hand along his slick shaft.
“Whatever you say, Kate. Just keep jerking that cock for me,” he said.
She jerked his thick cock up and down in her comparatively tiny hand, studying his face for traces of approval as she did so.
“Did you always use just one hand, Kate?” he asked.
“No,” she replied, “sometimes the guy asked me to use two.”
“Then I suggest you do that.”
She placed her other hand below the first, creating a slippery tube to fuck his erection with. Her tits, sore nipples and all, jiggled freely as she jerked her professor.
“Ahh,” he sighed, “good girl. Now that’s what I call a good handjob, just like back in high school.”
Happy that he was enjoying herself, she began to vary her technique, twisting her hands around the tip of his cock and teasing his balls.
“Kate,” he gasped, “you’ve been playing coy all this time. You really do know how to stroke a dick. I bet you can suck one too.”
She smiled involuntarily at his obscene compliment.
“That’s it slut, jerk that cock,” he encouraged, groaning slightly and pushing himself even further towards the edge of the chair.
“Where did those other boys you jerked off like to come, Kate?”
She thought for a moment.
“In my hand,” she said, “or a couple of times, on my tits.”
“On your tits? That’s a great idea,” said the professor, seeming to be on the edge of orgasm himself, “I want you to jerk me off all over your tits you little whore,” he growled.
Kate turned scarlet at the word “whore,” but continued to jerk him, moving in close and aiming the head of his cock at her chest.
Just then, without warning, he began to come. The first few strings caught her by surprise, arching up and landing on her right cheek.
She managed to aim the next shots at her chest, slowly milking the rest of his semen onto her breasts.
He sighed, “that was well done, young lady. You have great slut potential.”
“Thank you,” she mumbled, holding her come-covered hands up in front of her.
“You’re not done yet, Kate,” he said, wiping the final traces of semen onto her nipples, “I want you to rub my cum onto your chest.”
She followed his directions, teasing and rubbing her nipples as she massaged the semen into her breasts and neck.
“You forgot some,” he said, gesturing towards her face.
She looked him in the eye as she rubbed his semen into her smooth skin, finding a new boldness inside herself borne out of a desire to please him.
“Is that good?” she asked.
“Excellent,” he said, “you may now touch yourself. But you are not permitted to come.”
Kate whimpered in pleasure as her hand shot to her clitoris, but then, registering the second part of his remark, gave a gasp of surprise and looked up at him pleadingly.
“But,” she said, her hand making small circles around her clit, “please, I need to so bad.”
“I might consider it,” said the professor, zipping up his pants and replacing his belt, “if you ask me nicely.”
“Please sir,” she moaned, frigging her clit with abandon, “just let me come.”
“What kind of girl are you, Kate?” he asked, grabbing her arms and holding them above her head so that she could no longer reach her pussy.
“What?” she gasped, her pleasure cruelly halted by his swift action, “what do you mean?”
“Precisely what I said,” he continued, “what kind of girl are you?”
“I’m a good girl,” she said, “I’m your good girl,” she corrected herself, hoping to please him.
“That’s very nice, but not the answer I’m looking for,” he said as she struggled to free her hands.
“What do you want me to say?”
“What do you think I want you to say?”
“That I’m,” she paused, gasping in frustration.
“That you’re what, Kate?”
“That I’m a slut,” she said, her desire to orgasm overwhelming her inhibitions.
“That’s right, Kate. Now say it.”
“I’m a slut,” she muttered.
“I’m a slut,” she said.
“Good girl,” he said, dropping her arms, “you may now come.”
Her orgasm came on swiftly and fiercely. Her thighs clenched down on her hand and she gasped, then screamed. Professor Foster’s hand came down across her mouth, stifling her cry of ecstasy.
“Shhh…,” he said, “don’t wake Chris.”
After her orgasm had subsided, Kate unwadded her panties sheepishly and regarded them for a moment, before deciding not to put them back on.
Professor Foster watched her.
“Kate,” he said, “on Monday, I want you to put on the sluttiest outfit you own. Do your makeup to match. You’re to come in ten minutes late to lecture and sit in the front of the class. Is that clear?”
She looked at him in horror as she buttoned her blouse.
“I think you need to step out of your comfort zone,” he continued, “you’ve got a lot of potential. And not just for being a slut.”
She smoothed her hair, listening intently.
“I looked back over your essays for this semester. Your ideas are good, but undeveloped. And not because you don’t have the ability to develop them, but because you lack the confidence to follow through on your convictions. I’d like to help you do that.”
“Thank you,” she whispered.
“I’m of the firm belief that if you come out of your shell personally and sexually, you will soon come out of your shell academically as well.”
That Monday, professor Foster began his lecture as usual. The hall was not quite full. It was Monday morning after all, which for many undergraduates counts as part of a weekend which begins Wednesday night and ends on Tuesday morning.
After he’d been talking for around ten minutes, professor Foster’s head jerked towards the back of the room as he heard the large metal lecture hall doors slam shut. The entire class, as if a single organism, followed his gaze in sympathy.
There, walking down the center aisle to the front of the lecture hall, was Kate. But this girl was barely recognizable as the girl that some of the students knew, the quiet girl who sat near the front of the room — but never in the first row — and listened attentively to the lecture.
This girl was dressed to attract attention.
Her hair was pulled up in two pigtails, and her lips were outlined in bright red lipstick. Her eyes were shaded in dark blue, with mascara prominent on her lashes.
She wore a white button-down blouse with the top two buttons undone, a black lace bra barely clearly visible underneath. Her skirt was blue plaid and ended just below her shapely bottom.
She wore shoes with heels that clacked in time with her strides down the long center aisle that led to the front of the room.
The entire room was silent except for the disapproving whispers of some of the other female students and the giggles of the male ones.
“Thanks for joining us, young lady,” said professor Foster, after Kate had gingerly lowered herself into a front row seat, blushing furiously as she did so. She might have dressed the slut to please professor Foster, but she still didn’t feel like one.
As the lecture resumed, Kate pressed her legs together, but as she did so the pressure on her clit caused her mind to wander back to the two punishment sessions she’d had with professor Foster.
She started to get wet as she imagined herself, bent over his office desk being spanked with his ruler.
She tried to take her mind off the prospect of being punished or (dare she think it?) fucked by the professor, but when she opened her eyes, there he was in the front of the classroom, delivering his lecture.
She was so worked up that she grabbed her books and pushed through the crowd of students to the back exit the moment the lecture ended.
She dashed into the women’s restroom and closed a stall door behind her, pushing her panties to one side and rubbing her clit furiously. She had to bite down on her hand to keep from screaming as she climaxed.
Having taken the edge off for a moment, she checked her makeup in the bathroom mirror before exiting into the hall. There, as if waiting for her, was professor Foster.
He was talking to a group of three students. Kate hoped she could pass by without him noticing. Her heels, however, made this practically impossible. As soon as she took her first step out of the bathroom, the entire group around professor Foster turned to look at her.
“Kate!” he said good-naturedly, “won’t you come to my office in about five minutes? I’ve got something to discuss with you.”
She nodded meekly, avoiding the gaze of the other students, then walked briskly down the hall.
Five minutes later, she knocked on his door.
She pushed the door open and stepped inside, pulling it shut behind her.
“Kate,” he said, “that’s quite an outfit you’re wearing.”
“I wore it for you, sir.”
“I know, Kate. You’ve made a great first step. I have to say that I’m very pleased with your progress.”
“Tell me,” he continued, “how did it make you feel?”
She stood silently for a moment before answering.
“It turned me on,” she admitted.
“What about it?”
“How forbidden it was. I never would have worn something like this in high school.”
“Of course you wouldn’t have,” he said, “you’re a good girl, right?”
He stood and walked around the desk, taking a seat in the metal chair usually reserved for students.
“You’re a slut, Kate. And you’re going to admit it again to me today.”
“Tell me the truth,” he said, “have you masturbated since we last saw each other?”
“No,” she answered, far too quickly.
“That was a lie, Kate,” he said, taking hold of her right hand gently and bringing it to his nose, “I can smell your arousal even through the soap.”
“Yes,” she admitted, “being dressed like this turned me on so much I had to do something about it.”
“Good girl,” he said, “it’s always best to tell the truth. Now what are we going to do about this?”
“You’re going to punish me?”
“That’s right. Over my lap,” he said, patting his lap.
Kate lowered herself across his lap, her ass pointing high in the air and the blood rushing to her head as her pigtails hung to towards the floor.
She felt him peel her skirt back and pull her panties down until they fell around her ankles.
“Raise your heels,” he said, and she brought her legs back so that he could pull her panties from around her shoes.
She returned her feet to the floor.
“Kate,” he said, “I’m going to spank you now, in case you hadn’t guessed. I’m going to keep going until I think you’ve had enough.”
His first two blows were firm, but not so hard as to really hurt her. They only increased the blood flow to her already-engorged cunt.
“Is that clear?”
“Yes sir,” she murmured.
“You are not to come under any circumstances.”
“Yes sir,” she said, but was completely unsure if she could follow through on her promise.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
The professor landed three blows, the first two quite sharp and the last one gentler, each on a distinctly different region of her ass. He clearly knew what he was doing.
“I know just how to deal with sluts like you, Kate,” he said, as if reading her thoughts.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
The next three blows warmed her buttocks pleasantly. She was beginning to think that her punishment wasn’t the spanking per se, but rather the unbearable sexual arousal without the hope of release that the spanking would give rise to.
Professor Foster’s next move seemed to confirm this suspicion. He reached between her legs, touching her pussy for the first time.
“You’re quite wet young lady,” he said, pushing a single finger into her cunt, “and tight too, I might add.”
She groaned in pleasure as he continued to finger her.
“I just might have to fuck this pussy,” he said approvingly, withdrawing his finger, “but not just yet.”
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
This time, his spanks stung. They seemed calculated to hurt, not just pleasure her. Still, she couldn’t help but moan as the blows landed. The exquisite blend of pleasure and pain was starting to overwhelm her.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“You love getting spanked like this, don’t you, you little whore?”
“You’re a filthy slut who loves being punished, aren’t you?”
Kate couldn’t answer him through her gasps of pleasure.
The next two blows landed squarely on her exposed pussy. Kate screamed.
“Careful, slut. Someone might hear you in here being punished like a cheap whore.”
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“You know you love this, Kate. You know you were meant to be a submissive fucktoy.”
She had to clench her teeth together to keep from letting out a gigantic moan of pleasure as he continued to abuse her ass.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“You filthy little slut, making all those boys’ dicks hard when they saw you walk down the aisle in class today.”
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“Too bad for them,” he growled, fingering her once more, “this pussy belongs to me now.”
Kate felt a wave of affection for him as he staked his claim to her in such direct language.
“Yes sir,” she moaned.
“If you’re lucky I might just sample this pussy right here and now,” he said, teasing her cuntlips with skillful fingers.
“Oh please do, sir,” she begged.
“Please fuck me,” she moaned.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
He swatted her cunt once and her ass twice, causing her to convulse in pleasure.
“Please,” she groaned, reaching back to catch his hands, “stop it and just fuck me.”
He grabbed her hands and held them together, reaching for something with the other hand as she wriggled on his lap.
“I’m going to have to do something to prevent you struggling against me like that, Kate,” he said as he secured her wrists behind her back with what felt like a length of rope, “we can’t have you getting yourself off too quickly or the punishment will be spoiled.”
The feel of the rope tight against her wrists only made Kate’s orgasm more urgent.
“Please,” she moaned, tearing up in frustration, “please just fuck me. Make me come, sir.”
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
He continued his assault on her ass, determined to hold out until neither one of them could stand it anymore.
“Please,” she said, resorting to even cruder language in the hope of convincing him, “I need your cock. Please fuck me.”
She felt his cock stir in his pants as he registered her more urgent tone and choice of words.
He lifted her off his lap easily, lowering her to the ground in front of him.
“Alright, whore,” he said, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants, “let’s see if you can earn the right to be fucked.”
His erection looked positively gigantic from this angle, and Kate did her best not to show her apprehension.
“Open your mouth, whore,” he commanded, grabbing her pigtails roughly while attempting to guide his cock towards her face with his hips alone.
She opened her mouth as wide as it would go, closing her eyes in anticipation.
“Good whore,” he moaned, finally giving up and using one hand to guide his cock to her lips. She tasted the salty precum as the head of his cock entered her mouth.
“Kate,” he said, grabbing her pigtails like handlebars, “I’m going to fuck that slutty little mouth of yours. Would you like that?”
When she didn’t answer, he removed his cock from her mouth and used it to slap her across the face.
The humiliation stung more than the blow itself.
“Tell me to fuck your slutty mouth, whore. Beg me to do it.”
“Fuck my mouth, sir,” she whispered.
His cock came down across her other cheek.
“What did I tell you to say?”
“Fuck my slutty mouth, sir,” she corrected herself.
He plunged back into her mouth, pushing his cockhead up to the opening of her throat. He seemed content with fucking just this area for a while, groaning in pleasure as his prick passed across her full lips.
“Fuck, Kate,” he gasped, “this mouth of yours is made for cock. I’ll make you into a dicksucking whore yet.”
Gripping her pigtails tightly, he pushed himself into her throat.
“That’s it, slut,” he groaned, “choke on this cock. You know you love it.”
Tears came to Kate’s eyes as she struggled to relax her throat enough to accommodate his girth. The ropes securing her hands rendered her unable to resist him as he drove his cock deeper.
“Take this cock, whore,” he gasped, quite clearly enjoying the experience of fucking the young woman’s throat, “take your professor’s big fucking dick.”
Kate finally managed to suppress her gag reflex enough to accept his bulging member.
“Ugh,” he moaned as he fucked the coed’s face, “so… good… such… a good… whore.”
The sounds of slurping filled the tiny office. Kate’s level of arousal only increased with such rough treatment.
“You love this dick, don’t you whore? Tell me you love it,” he groaned, withdrawing his cock for a moment.
“I love it, professor,” she gasped, “please fuck me with it.”
“You want to be fucked with this big fucking cock, slut? You want to be your professor’s little fucking whore?”
“Yes sir,” she moaned, beside herself with desire, “please bend me over your desk and make me your little fucking whore.”
He pulled her to her feet and bent her over the desk, slapping her ass roughly once she was in position.
“I’m not going to be gentle, slut. You don’t deserve to be fucked like a lady.”
“Please professor,” she groaned, sticking her ass out for him as best she could as her upper body rested on the smooth surface of the wooden desk, “just put it inside me.”
He landed another set of blows, the first on her pussy and the second just above it. Then she felt his cockhead press against her pussylips.
“Get ready, whore.”
He pushed inside her with a single thrust, forcing her open with his girth.
“Such a tight fucking pussy,” he groaned, “tell me whose slut you are.”
He began to pound her from behind, seemingly unconcerned about the noise they were making as he slammed her into the desk.
“I’m your slut, professor,” she groaned.
“Tell me who this pussy belongs to, slut.”
He grabbed her pigtails roughly and jerked her head back towards him as he fucked her.
“It’s yours! My pussy belongs to you professor,” she moaned.
“Fuck, I’m going to come!” she announced as he pushed even deeper into her, bottoming out on her cervix.
His reaction was swift. He pulled his cock out and smacked her ass hard.
“Not without my permission you’re not, whore.”
“Please let me come, sir,” she begged, struggling against the ropes around her wrists, “I’ll do anything. I’ll be a good whore for you. I’ll be your good little slut.”
He spanked her ass hard once more, still holding her head back by her pigtails.
“I’ll tell you when to come, slut.”
He picked her off the desk once more and pushed her to her knees. She didn’t know how much more she could take. Every movement of her legs, every breath of air on her pussy seemed likely to trigger her orgasm.
“Please,” she begged, looking up at him, “I need it so bad. Please put your dick back inside me, professor.”
He answered her by forcing his cock into her mouth again and mercilessly throat-fucking her.
“You haven’t earned the right to come on this cock yet, whore,” he gasped, clearly on the brink of orgasm himself, “first you have to swallow my cum.”
As soon as he said it, Kate felt him erupt into the back of her throat, forcing spurt after spurt of cum into her mouth.
“Don’t swallow until I say,” he ordered. Kate did her best to keep his load in her mouth.
He pulled out and wiped his cock across her cheek.
“Open your mouth and show me the load,” he instructed.
She opened her mouth obediently, extending her tongue for inspection.
“Good girl,” he said, “now swallow it.”
She gulped down his load and then stuck out her tongue again for his approval.
“That’s a good whore. You’re on your way to earning more privileges. Soon you’ll be allowed to come on my cock.”
Kate couldn’t help but blush in pleasure.
“Please sir,” she asked, putting on her most submissive, puppy-dog look, “may I come now?”
“Yes Kate,” he said, “you may.”
He reached behind her and untied her wrists. It seemed like an eternity before the knots came undone.
“Put these in your mouth, though,” he said, pushing her panties up to her face, “I don’t want you making any more noise than you already have.”
Kate bit down hard on the panties as she made herself come for the second time that day. In this case, as the time before, her orgasm belonged to professor Foster.
She looked up into his eyes as she came, yearning for the day when he would allow her to come with his cock inside her. She hoped that if she did a good job of following his instructions — and accepting his punishments as necessary — that that day would be coming soon.
“Don’t forget,” he said, pulling up his pants, “you’re babysitting this afternoon.”
Kate felt guilty making small talk with professor Foster’s wife. After all, she’d just spent the better part of the morning being spanked and fucked by her husband in his office! But she did her best to hide her trepidation when she arrived that afternoon to sit for Chris.
“Thanks so much,” said Molly, “Shane won’t be back tonight until really late, so you’ll see me again at 6.”
Kate hoped her face didn’t betray the disappointment she felt when she heard that she wouldn’t see professor Foster that evening.
Her pussy and ass ached from the thrashing he’d given her in his office that morning, and she could still taste his cum if she closed her eyes and concentrated. He truly had taken possession of her — of every erotic thought, practically of every physical sensation.
There was no lecture on Tuesday, and Molly told her she didn’t need to sit that afternoon.
Kate sat in her dorm room, fantasizing about the skillful fucking she’d received from professor Foster, hoping, praying that there would be more soon.
She opened an e-mail window and came close to writing him, but then closed it, feeling silly for not being able to go an entire day without contacting him. She was an adult, after all!
On Wednesday morning she dressed normally and took her usual place near the front of the lecture hall, well before class was due to begin.
To her dismay, professor Foster didn’t appear until the very last minute, placing his notes on the podium and beginning the lecture at the exact moment class was supposed to start. Nothing else about him seemed rushed or out of place; he was his normal, confident self.
Kate couldn’t help but stare at him, disregarding the content of his speech.
After class was over, she felt herself magnetically drawn to him.
“Professor Foster,” she said carefully, the split second that the student he had been talking to turned his back to leave, “can I come by your office?”
“Sorry,” he said, “I’ve got a meeting in a few minutes. Can it wait?”
“I guess I’ll see you this afternoon?”
“I’d prefer not to discuss personal matters in the classroom,” he said, avoiding her gaze.
Kate blushed. Had she upset him? Then, another thought came to her: had she upset him enough to punish her?
She turned and left the room.
That afternoon, she arrived at the Fosters’ house five minutes late.
To her delight, professor Foster opened the door a few seconds after her ring.
“Kate,” he said, “please come in.”
She stepped inside. Something was different.
“He and his mother took a trip to see his grandparents.”
“So you don’t need me?”
“Not for babysitting.”
Kate gulped, feeling her heart rate jump. She didn’t dare ask him what for.
“Kate,” he said, “drop to your knees and take out my cock.”
“But,” she protested, reaching behind her to close the door. He arrested her hand.
“Drop to your knees and put my cock in your mouth, whore.”
She blushed deeply at his direct language, but she immediately fell to her knees and began to work on his fly.
He pushed the door closed behind her, letting it fall slowly shut with a click.
His penis sprang to life in front of her, seeming impossibly large.
“Put it in your mouth, slut.”
She took his shaft in her hands, kissing along the underside of the head.
“I didn’t tell you to make love to it,” he growled, “get that fucking cock in your slutty little mouth.”
She bristled at his harsh language, but opened her mouth and took him as deep as she could.
“That’s a good little whore,” he moaned, running his fingers through her hair tenderly, “suck that fucking dick.”
“Did you think about sucking my dick, slut? Did you think about getting pounded with my big fucking prick?”
“Mmmm,” said Kate, unable to speak for obvious reasons.
She pulled back off of his cock.
“Yes, sir,” she said, looking up at him obediently.
“Yes sir what?”
“Yes sir, I thought about…,” she lowered her voice, “…being fucked with your big prick.”
“Good slut. Get that cock back in your mouth.”
She obeyed, trying to give him the best blowjob of her life. Stroking his shaft with one hand, she licked down its length and took one of his balls in her mouth.
“Ohh Kate,” he groaned, “who taught you that? It wasn’t Brad was it?”
She spat his ball out and giggled.
“I saw it in a video,” she said, licking the underside of his sack.
“A, uh,” — he was clearly losing his train of thought due to her efforts — “a video, huh? Now what kind of nice girl watches porn?”
She continued bathing his scrotum with her tongue while stroking his shaft.
“A bad girl,” she said, stopping to smile up at him.
“I know just how to treat bad girls,” he said, “stand up and follow me upstairs.”
Kate had never been in the Fosters’ master bedroom. Even when she’d been in the house alone she’d never dared to open the door that lead to their private realm.
When she saw professor Foster turn the knob and gesture for her to enter, she felt as if she was entering a forbidden zone. Her heart pounded.
“Kate,” he said, “I thought since my wife is out of town today I’d take the opportunity to show you the bedroom.”
Before she had a chance to look around, however, professor Foster lifted her into his arms and placed her on the bed, tying each wrist to one of the posts with a length of rope already affixed there for that purpose, then pulling each of her legs down, securing her ankles as well. The fibers of the rope cut into her skin.
She struggled against her ropes instinctively, as if to test them. They stayed tight.
Professor Foster pushed her skirt up and then pulled her panties to one side, running his fingers gently along her pussy lips as if to tease her.
“Nice and wet,” he said, “what a good little whore. You love this don’t you?”
Kate didn’t respond. He unbuttoned her blouse and reached behind her to unhook her bra.
He ran the fingers of one hand across her nipples, then bent down to take one in his mouth flicking it with his tongue. Kate cooed.
“You like that, slut?” he said, withdrawing and slapping the nipple he’d just been sucking, “you like getting your tits punished?”
She gasped as he slapped her other tit.
“Yes, sir,” she said.
“Kate,” he said, “since we’re at home now, I think ‘sir’ is a little too formal.”
She looked at him questioningly.
“I think you should call me ‘daddy’,” he said, working a single finger into her dripping cunt.
“Ahh,” moaned Kate, surprised.
“What’s my name, Kate?”
“It’s… ahh…,” she moaned as his skillful fingers found her g-spot while his thumb massaged her clit.
“What is it, Kate?”
“Shane,” she said, wrapped up in her own pleasure.
He drew a hand back and slapped her pussy.
She recoiled in the exquisite mixture of pleasure and pain that shot through her body.
“Fuck,” she moaned, “professor Foster…”
“What did I ask you to call me, Kate?”
“I -, I -,” she stammered, “I can’t do that. It’s too perverted.”
“We’ll see about that,” he said, reaching under the bed.
A moment later, Kate felt his lube-covered finger on her ass.
“Ooo!” she cried, “what are you doing professor Foster?”
He responded by shoving an object of some sort into her butthole, pushing it until it fit snugly.
“FUCK!” she yelled, surprised at the intrusion. No man had ever touched her there.
Tears came to her eyes at the shock of the sudden violation.
“What is that?” she stammered.
“It’s a buttplug, Kate,” he answered, “and you’re going to wear it for a while.”
Kate squirmed against the sheets, over the shock now and savoring the feeling of fullness in her rear. It seemed to amplify every sensation she felt on her bottom and transmit it to her clit.
Suddenly professor Foster pushed something else inside her, this time into her pussy.
“What’s that?” she moaned.
But then the answer to her question became clear as the device inside her began to vibrate at a low, steady speed.
“Ahhh…ooooh…,” she moaned, “damn it…”
“It’s a vibrator, Kate,” he said, showing her a small hand-held device, “and this is the remote control. Believe it or not, it functions on a cell phone network. That means I can activate it from pretty much anywhere on earth.”
He switched the device off, then stood up from the bed and began to force his erection back into his jeans.
“Where are you going?”
“I need to do some grocery shopping before my wife gets back,” he said casually, “but don’t worry. It should only take an hour or so.”
“You’re just going to leave me here?”
“That’s right, Kate. But I’ll be back. We’ll see how you feel about my new nickname then.”
“But –,” she stammered.
“No buts, Kate. Just remember: you are not allowed to come without my permission. Don’t think I won’t know.”
“But you can’t just –,” her complaint was cut off by his press of the remote control button.
“Ahh! Fuck, professor.”
“Goodbye, Kate,” he said, and shut the door behind him. The vibrator stopped as well.
She heard his car pull out of the driveway. She was alone now, tied to the bed in an empty house, her pussy stuffed with a vibrator and her ass filled with a plug.
She sat completely still for the first few minutes, paying close attention to the new sensations she was experiencing.
She had no idea how she could stand an hour in this position without coming, especially if professor Foster activated the vibrator again. She tried her best not to move, since each movement seemed to increase her arousal.
But then the vibrator came on again.
“FUCK!” she screamed, secure in the knowledge that she was alone in the house.
After pulsing for around 15 seconds, the vibrator stopped. Kate panted in frustration, wriggling against the ropes.
Just when she’d managed to calm herself, it started again. This time, she tried to force it out with her pussy muscles, but each time she flexed the vibrations were only transmitted more effectively to her clit.
Each time the vibrations started, they stopped just when she thought she wouldn’t be able to take it any more. Professor Foster had some kind of sixth sense for keeping her on the edge of orgasm.
By the time she heard a car door slam in the driveway and the front door open, Kate was a tear-stained wreck.
“Please,” she begged, as soon as professor Foster entered the room, “just let me come.”
“So I take it you enjoyed yourself while I was gone?” he said, undoing his belt buckle and stepping out of his pants. He was already sporting an angry-looking erection.
“Fuck you,” moaned Kate, “fucking make me come you bastard.”
“Kate,” he said sternly, “that’s no way to talk to me.”
“Please sir,” she said, trying a different tack, “please let me come.”
“What’s my name, Kate?”
He was standing next to the bed now, and slapped his hand across her tear-stained face.
“Ooow!” she protested.
“Say it, whore,” he commanded, “what’s my name?”
“D- daddy,” she stammered, embarrassed in spite of herself.
“Good whore,” he said, stepping onto the bed himself and propping her head up with two pillows, “open wide for Daddy’s cock you little fucking slut.”
He pushed his cock into her mouth, supporting her head by tugging roughly on her hair.
“Good fucking whore,” he groaned, fucking his cock into her throat, “are you going to be a good slut for daddy?”
He pulled his cock out for a moment and slapped her with it, leaving a string of spit across one cheek.
“Tell me, Kate.”
“Yes,” panted Kate, “I’ll be a good slut for daddy.”
“That’s a good girl,” he said, shoving his prick back into her and gripping her hair tight. Kate felt his balls slap against her chin as he fucked her face.
“What do you think those guys in class would give to see such a cute innocent little whore like you getting face-fucked?” he asked.
He pulled out or her mouth again and reached down, untying her ankles.
Then he pushed her legs back so that her ankles were next to her ears.
“Such a pretty little whore,” he said, extracting the vibrator from her pussy and causing her to gasp in pleasure in the process, “are you ready to beg for daddy’s dick?”
“Good girl,” he said, positioning his large cock at the entrance to her pussy, “tell me what you want.”
“Fuck me, please,” she said, “I want you to fuck me.”
His hand connected with her cheek.
“What’s my name, slut?”
“Daddy,” she moaned, “fuck me daddy.”
“How do you want to be fucked, slut?”
“With your dick, daddy. With your big cock.”
He pushed inside her, filling her completely in a way that the vibrator hadn’t. The buttplug made Kate feel every centimeter of his cock as it pushed inside her. As he bottomed out on her cervix, his eyes met hers.
“Tell me what you are you little bitch,” he growled, “tell me what you are and what you want and maybe I’ll let you come.”
“I’m a slut,” she moaned, unable to take the pleasure of being skewered on her professor’s cock, “I’m a slut that wants your big dick.”
He began to pound her, fucking her so hard that it hurt each time his body slammed into hers. At the same time, the pleasure became unbearable.
“FUUUCK!” she screamed, trying in vain to stop herself.
But it was unavoidable: she was coming. The tension of waiting almost an hour for him with the vibrator in her pussy had simply been too much. Her cunt clenched down on his cock as the most intense orgasm she’d ever experienced wracked her body.
He acted quickly.
“You little fucking whore,” he said, pulling his cock from her cunt as soon as she had relaxed enough to release him, “you didn’t have permission to come.”
She was panting (almost sobbing, really) too hard to reply.
“I have no choice now but to assfuck you now.”
“NO!” she cried shaking her reddened, tear-stained face.
“Sorry,” he said, pulling out the buttplug quickly, “actually, I’m not sorry,” he corrected himself, “I’ve been looking forward to fucking this cute little ass all semester.”
He untied her hands, then turned her over onto her stomach and retied them securely.
“Such a good little whore. Are you ready for daddy’s cock in your ass?”
“No!” she protested, wriggling as he held her in place.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
He began to spank her mercilessly, reddening her perfectly-shaped ass.
“Fuck that hurts!”
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“Don’t make me get the belt, whore. Tell me what you want,” he growled.
“No! You’re not going to fuck my ass,” she snarled defiantly. A girl had to draw the line somewhere.
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
It felt like she had been branded with a hot iron three times across her ass. Professor Foster pulled her head back by the hair and showed her the belt.
“See this, you little whore? You’re going to beg to be fucked in the ass or I’m going to keep going.”
He didn’t give her a chance to reply before spanking her six more times in rapid succession with the belt.
She was screaming now, sobbing with her face pressed into the pillow.
“I’m sorry daddy,” she moaned, “please fuck me.”
“What was that, whore?”
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
“PLEASE FUCK MY ASS, DADDY!” she groaned, beside herself in pleasure and pain, close to her next orgasm.
“Good girl,” he said, fisting his erection and applying lube to its head, “I knew you’d come around.”
He pressed the tip of his cock into her tight asshole, then jerked her head up so that she was facing forward.
“Open your eyes,” he commanded, “look in the mirror.”
She opened her eyes and looked into the mirror above the headboard.
“Look into my eyes while I fuck your ass,” he ordered, pushing his cock in slightly further.
“Fuck, it hurts,” she complained.
He’d picked up the belt again, and used it to spank her once more.
“Look at me while you’re getting assfucked, whore.”
“Yes sir,” she moaned.
“What’s my name, bitch?”
“Daddy!” she groaned, as his cock pushed through the first ring of resistance.
“Just relax your ass Kate and this will be easier for both of us.”
She did her best to relax and let him into her ass.
“Good girl,” he said, slipping ever further inside of her, “I’m going to teach you to love getting assfucked. You’re going to want it all the time when I’m done with you. You’re going to beg me for it.”
Finally, after a series of several small pushes, he was in all the way, his balls resting on her pussy.
“How does it feel to have a big dick in your ass, whore?”
“It –,” she was panting, “it feels good daddy.”
He pulled slowly out of her and reapplied lube before pushing back it.
“Uuuugh,” she moaned as his massive member violated her tight ass.
“Look at yourself,” he commanded, pulling her head up again by the hair, “tell me what you see.”
“I — see — you –,” she gasped, “fucking — my — ass.”
He pulled her hair while he rode her ass, grinning obscenely in the mirror.
“You fucking whore, you fucking love this dick in your ass, don’t you?”
“Yes daddy,” she moaned.
He spanked her with the belt as he continued to fuck her.
“You love being used like a filthy slut, don’t you?”
“Yes daddy,” she cried, feeling her orgasm building but straining to suppress it.
“Do you want to come, slut?”
“Then come. Come on this fucking dick in your tight little ass.”
She came for the second time that day, almost as hard as before. As she did so, he pulled her head back hard and slapped her face.
“You little fucking slut,” he snarled, “fucking a married man in his wife’s bed. Taking his dick in your ass and calling him ‘daddy.’ What kind of a whore are you?”
The next two strokes of the belt across her ass only served to prolong the sensations of her orgasm.
“FUCK!” she yelled, “FUCKING FUCK MY ASS WITH THAT DICK. DON’T EVER FUCKING STOP!”
She was crying uncontrollably in pleasure and pain, sobbing as he pushed her face into the pillow.
“Fucking whore,” he muttered, “take this fucking cock. I know you love being used like a cheap slut.”
Suddenly, he pulled out and yanked her head to the side without warning, spraying shot after shot of semen across her face. She was so absolutely covered in warm spunk that she couldn’t see him reach down and untie her hands.
“Lick it off,” he commanded, “eat it all.”
She winced, then used her fingers to scrape the cum from her eyes and deposit it into her mouth.
Then she looked up at professor Foster and smiled as she finished cleaning her face.
“Did I do a good job, daddy?”
“You did a great job, slut,” he said, collapsing on the bed in exhaustion next to her.
Kate smiled and started to rub the soreness out of her wrists she watched him drift off to sleep.
She hoped that it was only the beginning of their time together, but she knew that the rest of the semester was going to be especially uncomfortable for both of them.