Submitting To Professor Kent Ch. 02 - Sex Stories

Submitting To Professor Kent Ch. 02

... I?” he said, crossing his arms in front of the bright windows that silhouetted him.

“No…” I whispered, fighting the urge to cry under the scrutiny.

“Then why did run out of my classroom before it was over?” his deep voice growled as he walked behind me so close that I could feel his body heat radiating on me.

“I… I don’t know…” I mumbled.

My response was answered with a swift and rough smack on my ass.

“Ahh!” the sharp pain and unexpected assault made me cry out, but the way the sound ended immediately, I had a feeling that if there was someone outside this room or outside the window, they would have heard nothing.

“Lying to me is the gravest of mistakes, slut,” Professor’s stern voice warned.

“Y…yes, yes… I’m sorry,” I stuttered and felt a tremor in my hands as they squeezed the baseboard.

“You’re sorry? Just you’re sorry?” he was upset now. The next smack on my right ass cheek left a lingering sting that numbed the cheek for a long moment.

“Ah ah!” I screamed and then quickly shook the blond hair out of my face. “I’m sorry, sir! Sir! I’m so sorry, sir!”

Professor Kent paced behind for a long minute in silence. His angered breaths were the only thing taunting me from behind. I released a shaken breath as the bite of pain on my butt disappeared, and I noticed my damp panties again and wondered if they were wetter now.

“Green, yellow, red….” Professor Kent said as if it was a reminder that I could leave with the utterance of a word. “The ...

... door is right there.” He gave me a moment and went over to a table to take a sip of whiskey.

When he returned, my breathing had slowed enough that I could hide my scattered breaths. His rough hands reached around my waist, unbuttoning, unzipping, and jerking my jeans down to my ankle with a violent motion. The Professor’s face lingered inches from the panties over my ass before he stood back up again. Without thought, my knees folded in on each other, and my elbows touched my ribs as I tried to hide my shameful nudity.

“I’ll repeat myself,” Professor Kent said as if it was a curse. His voice was terrifying. “Why did run out of my classroom?”

“Because… sir,” I mumbled meekly, then tried to speak up. “Because I masturbated and orgasmed, sir.”

His warm, firm hand cupped my ripe ass cheek with a surprising gentleness, but the touch alone was enough to make me jump. He squeezed my ass cheek over my panties which made me unconsciously chew on the corner of my lip. I felt his fingers slide down between my legs and cup around over my vagina. My lips parted as I started to pant. His middle fingers slid over the face of my panties all the way to my front and then rubbed back down.

“Oom,” I squeaked as I felt my heart skip a beat. He rubbed his hand over my damp panties several more times and placed me in a trance before he suddenly stopped. My eyes opened in surprise and disappointment as if I had to remember where I was.

“Why did you masturbate in my classroom?” he ...