Submitting To Professor Kent Ch. 02 - Sex Stories

Submitting To Professor Kent Ch. 02

... asked.

“I… I… I don’t… Ah!” I yelped as the first of three hard smacks on my right ass cheek landed. Each strike is harder than the last. The only protection I had was a thin sheet of panties. My windpipe clenched down on itself as it was strangling me. Punishing myself.

“What did you say?” he yelled into the back of my head.

“I… I… did it because I… I was horny, sir,” I said, almost dancing in place, hopping from one foot to the other as the pain settled in. There was a wheezing to my shallow breaths now.

“Why were you horny?” he asked.

My instinct to lie was quickly gone at the thought of another slap. “I was horny from y—you, sir. I wanted you, sir,” I blurted out, nearly hyperventilating at that point. I expected another spanking but was surprised to feel nothing, then I realized the room was moving. Walls flipped, the floor lifted to the ceiling, and my vision darkened. The last thing I saw before passing out was Professor Kent’s piercing eyes as I spun and collapsed into his arms.

Waking was a slow process. My memories were a blur. The room seemed foreign, and yet I somehow felt comfortable in it. I lay on my back in a large bed, my hands clasped together, and my—I’m naked!

Panic struck me at the same time all my memories came rushing back to me. I had a panic attack during Professor Kent’s discipline. I passed out.

Oh my god! That’s so embarrassing.

I looked around the room for my clothes so I could throw them on and flee this house, this ...

... school, this state before I had to face the Professor again. I was a fool! I should have never even gone to college.

“You’re a masochist,” a dark, gravelly voice rumbled. It startled me and made my legs tuck back under the covers of the bed like a little girl hiding from the monster under the bed. “I’m not talking about sexual masochists.”

Professor Kent sat in the corner of the room, staring at me.Had he been there watching over me the whole time I was unconscious?

There was no phone in his hand or TV in the room to watch. The only thing he had to look at was my naked body. He stood and slowly walked around the foot of the bed. The shadows of the room were seemingly able to follow his face.

“You hate being around people, and yet you attend university in a massive school at an age when you could do it online,” his voice slowly deepened and grew harsher the closer he came to me. “You cringe at the thought of attention, and yet you display yourself like a harlot. You’d die of embarrassment if anyone found out how much of a sexual fiend you are, and yet you masturbate in the middle of class.” He stopped beside the bed to my right side, his broad shoulders looming over me as I clasped the covers in my trembling hand just high enough to cover my cleavage. “You are your worst enemy.”

I didn’t realize how dry my throat was until I tried to find my words, but there was nothing to be said. He was right. It was all true.I should have left college. I should have run from ...