The Professor - Sex Stories

The Professor

... hesitate and I will treble it.”

I slowly stood, dropping my panties, knowing he was watching every move I made, and then gave them to him. He could feel the dampness in the crotch of my panties.

Tapping the edge of his desk, “Bend over the desk Lily and don’t move, lateness and liars have to be severely punished.”

I leant over his desk feeling him place a knee between my legs opening them wider. He lifted my skirt. I heard him reach for something out of one of his drawers and then brought it down sharply on my butt.

“Fucking ouch that hurts,” I squealed.

“That’s one Lily, and you were twelve minutes late, so normally that’s twelve hard swats, but because you lied to me I am more than doubling it, and you will count everyone, if you don’t or miss a number I will start again. Do you understand?” he said as his fingers caressed the crack of my asshole.

I nodded my head, whispering, “Yes sir,” for every swat he gave me I counted, and my clit and nipples were rubbing on his desk making me moan. My skirt kept falling, so he ripped it off. I couldn’t help but start pulling on my nipples through my top and we were only halfway through. He saw this and walked around his desk, pulling my top off, and throwing it on the floor where my skirt had landed. He saw how hard my nipples were, “Ah, I think we have a pain slut here! Don’t fucking dare leak your twat juices on my desk or I shall make you clean it up with your tongue, now keep counting.”

He spread my legs ...

... wider, putting a spreader bar on me so I wouldn't be able to close my legs, this allowed him to see my virgin cunt. By the time he had reached fifteen, tears were falling. Now and then he would stop and rub my butt and down my crack, slapping my cunt hard as he did. When he reached twenty-four he stopped for a minute, telling me, “That would normally be it, but because of your lies I am upping it to thirty-six;” I had to endure another twelve, and he flipped me over yelling me to hold the spreader bar up by my chest, I had no option but to obey; my back was flat on his desk, and my knees up by the sides of my head. I couldn’t believe how open I was to him, he smiled at me, pulling my nipples so he could see them. How they betrayed me as they were sticking out prominently as my clit had lengthened out of its hood. He told me not to move, and he could hear me crying but didn’t seem to be too bothered. Then realised he had filmed everything and was wanking, his cock was fucking huge, and I saw him spurt rope after rope of spunk all over me.

He disappeared for a minute or two and when he came back he knelt between my legs, telling me he was putting some ointment on, and began to soothe it into my butt, pushing his fingers in; pumping in and out, but the way he massaged the cream on felt very soothing and it more than turned me on; but the next question that came out of his mouth surprised me, “How many boys have fucked you Lily, or are you still a virgin, and don’t lie to ...