Fantasies of a Young Dominatrix - Sex Stories

Fantasies of a Young Dominatrix

... next to him and looked down. As I had suspected, he did have a huge erection. He must have been embarrassed because he refused to look at me.

"You dirty boy, you got stiff during your punishment."

"I'm sorry, professor, I couldn't help it."

"A likely story. I'm sure you would like to put it into some girl right now, but your own hands will have to suffice. You'll probably go into a restroom as soon as you leave here."

He didn't want to admit it. "I'm not sure about that ma'am."

"Oh, don't bullshit me. I know you're going to do it, and I'll be in your filthy thoughts as you jerk yourself."

During the caning, I too had become sexually aroused as would usually happen when beating a male student. The sight of his stiff cock made me even more turned on, and I could feel the dampness seeping into my panties.

Well, Professor Meara, why don't you seduce this guy right now, on the spot? It would be so easy to take his hand and lead him to my desk. In a few seconds, after I had removed my underwear, I was sure he'd be banging me intensely as I sat on the edge and he stood between my legs, his cock deep inside me.

As tempting as it was to fuck him, I knew it would diminish my standing as a professor in his eyes. Thus I'd have to satisfy my own lust after he left. It was a purely physical desire and I had no interest in him as a lover. We both might enjoy it, but then I'd have to dismiss him and act as it had never happened if I ever saw him again. Even if he ...

... dropped his paper into my mailbox, he'd be around the campus for two more years.

Oh, the sacrifices I have to make for academic integrity. I refused to degrade myself by balling one of my students.

I brusquely said, "Get your clothes together and get out of here. And have that paper by the end of the day after tomorrow. Just put it in my mailbox before five P.M."

"I'll have it done. Thank you, Professor Meara."

I snapped at him, "Don't say anything, just go already."

I was upset, horny, and angry at the same time. It didn't have anything to do with him. Instead, it was caused my own conflicted feelings about using this episode to indulge my fetishes and then pulling back from the verge of ending it with a bout of sexual intercourse.

When Paul was gone, I went over to the door and locked it. Within two minutes I was lying on my desktop while shoving a dildo in and out of myself. (I kept one handy at the bottom of a desk drawer.) The orgasm that resulted was intense.

*****

When I came back to reality, I was lying on my living room couch, recovering from said orgasm. As I relaxed, I wondered why I had invented that particular storyline. Of course, among the notable aspects of domination were the bizarre things I said during a session.

It had been nearly two years since I had dumped Paul, and he had long since moved on to new girlfriends. I still knew him because he was on the same college newspaper with me. He had invited me to join when we were both ...