Professor Jones and His Student - Sex Stories

Professor Jones and His Student

... generous ass, begging to be cupped and squeezed and spanked. Jones had full intentions to oblige it. He felt his cock swell more underneath the fabric of his khakis at the thought. “Are you ready for your punishment, my dear?” “Will-will it hurt?” Jones laughed as he ran a wide palm across her ass. She tensed at his touch, but didn’t pull away. Drawing back slightly, he gave her butt a soft tap, nearly groaning as he watched her ass jiggle so perfectly at the contact. Maggie sucked in a breath as his hand landed again, slightly harder, but it still wasn’t so bad. It didn’t hurt so much as have a slight sting, and being this helpless was starting to turn her on. She could take this if it meant passing the class. Smack, smack, smack, each one slightly harder than the rest. Soon, Maggie was finding it hard to stifle small yelps of pain with each spank. Jones sighed behind her, stopping just as he was hitting hard enough to cause whimpers. “This will never teach you anything. You’ll have to remove your shorts to learn this lesson properly.” “R-remove my shorts? But why?” Maggie squealed as he gave her a sharp spank. “So that you can learn to respect when someone is taking their time to try to teach you something. Now remove them, or feel free to leave my office and accept your ‘F’ in the class.” With shaky, trembling fingers, Maggie reached down and opened the fly on her shorts, pushing them down her generous hips. She stood there, bent over her professor’s desk, in nothing but a ...

... tank top and her tiny thong. Jones rubbed his aching groin against her for a moment before focusing again on the task at hand. He stroked the curve of her ass cheek once, softly, before bringing his hand down for a satisfying slap. Maggie squeaked with a mixture of pain and unexpected pleasure as she felt her ass turning a dull red. Jones resumed his previous spanking, almost as if it hadn’t been interrupted. He took his time spanking Maggie, evenly reddening her round bottom. After each sharp slap, he made sure to soothe away the sting. She never knew where the next one would hit, and flinched slightly as he went over old spots. It wasn’t just her backside that was on fire. As Jones was busy spanking her, she tried to press herself against his desk to put some pressure, even a tiny bit, against her wet pussy. She was worried that she had soaked through her thong with as turned on as she was getting from this. “Get on the desk and spread your legs apart. I want to see if that pussy of yours can take as much as your tight ass.” “You’re not done? But my ass is on fire, and I have to get to my next class!” With a sigh, Jones stepped back. “Very well. If this is your choice, you may turn in your drop sheet at the office tomorrow. I will expect your textbook by Monday.” “No! I’ll do it, please don’t fail me!” “Then beg. Beg me to punish you and teach you how to be a good girl. Tell me that you want me to spank your pussy.” Maggie swallowed hard and climbed onto the desk, twisting ...