Psychology student Jenny has an embarrassing secret about how hot she gets while being embarrassed …
She’s also got a little crush on her too-sexy-for-words Professor, Nick. One day after class, he smacks a broken down projector and Jenny can’t hold herself back. It could be *her* he was spanking.
It’s going to get very hot in the classroom today …
A very sexy short story from Emily Cantore featuring erotic situations, graphic descriptions and a whole lot more.
EXCERPT:
He wrapped his hand around my wrist and guided me over to the large desk at the front. I was like putty in his hands, following without even noticing. I stood at the front, looking up at the seats as I leaned against the desk. He disappeared behind me and then I heard a loud crack that echoed off the walls and around the room. I jumped out of my skin as the sharp thrash of the ruler struck my ass cheeks, sending a fresh trickle of juices to my vagina. I was stunned and unable to turn around, but he waited for some sort of reaction. I looked back at him with my mouth gaping wide open. A smile began to creep across my lips as I realised the possibilities that were on offer. This was everything I could possibly want!
“Again” I whispered, clawing hold of the ridges in the desk as he raised his arm for another swing. He lashed it over my cheeks again, sending a wave of pain over my body. My nails dug into the wood as he whipped me with it again and again, getting harder with each strike. My clitoris was firming up as I tried to contain my pleasure, but the occasional yelp slipped out. I bent over the desk, assuming the position as he whipped me with the ruler. My ass stuck out behind me, giving him a perfect target to strike. He moved the point of impact gradually further down my thighs, covering my legs in red lines as he thrashed me with the wooden stick. I could feel the trickle of my juices as they seeped down to my labia, moistening my pussy more and more with every blow. He placed the ruler at the side of the desk. There was a light jingle of metal as he unfastened his belt and slipped it away from his waist. He folded it up into a long loop which he stretched out flat with his thumbs, and then stepped up close to me. I remained bent over the wooden surface as he stood next to me and ran his hand down small of my spine. He teased me with a brief moment of gentility as he raised his arm once again, and then slammed the belt down across my ass with a thunderous crack. The pain was much harsher than the ruler, and the sound was louder too. For the first time I was terrified that someone might come into the theatre. He flogged me a few more times, spreading the stinging sensation over every part of my ass.
“Follow me,” he said as he turned towards the door at the front of the theatre, gripping his belt in his hand. He picked up his bag and walked through into the corridor as I composed myself and followed swiftly behind. We passed a few people, and although they seemed completely oblivious to our existence I was certain they knew what we had been doing. I blushed as we walked past them, trying to hear what they were talking about. They were two cleaners who were moaning about their holiday pay, but my nervous disposition made me sure that that was just a cover conversation. In retrospect, I was totally paranoid – they didn’t suspect a thing. He led me along the corridor to his office, and held the door open as I slinked inside. The room was larger than I expected, although the shelves were cluttered with files, text books and boxes of God knows what. After giving the corridor a quick scan he followed me in and closed the door behind him, still clenching his belt as it drooped at the sides of his fist. Being completely alone with him in his office made the insides of my pussy tingle with anticipation. I knew what he wanted, and more importantly, I wanted to give it to him. He took off his jacket and brushed past me to drape it over his chair. I caught the scent of his aftershave mixed with a hint of his musky sweat, from having taught in the bowels of hell for the past hour. There were dark patches around his arm pits and his white cotton shirt stuck to his broad chest as he looked me up and down. He stood directly in front of me and peered down my heaving cleavage. My breasts were not particularly huge, but the sunlight beaming in through the window created a sheen across my breasts, emphasising their roundness. My heart was beating rapidly as he towered over me, with his warm breath pouring over my chest.
I could feel the body heat emanating from his skin as he raised his arm up by my side and caressed my cheeks in the palm of his hand. His arms were thick and covered in manly hair that flickered in the light breeze from his small office window. He leaned down to kiss me, holding the side of my face as our lips met for the first time. Saliva trails formed between our lips, and then as we kissed more passionately, between our tongues. He lowered his hands down my back, feeling the soft material of my flowery summer dress as he moved them towards my ass. I felt his large fingers grasping at my ass cheeks, which were still red raw from the whipping he had just given me. He squeezed them, eliciting a sharp squeal from my mouth as I tensed up my whole body. The pain dissipated as he rubbed them around, slapping them gently as he kissed my neck. He reached over and picked his belt back up from the table where he had left it, and then collected something from his bag. He held it in front of my face and instantly knew what he was thinking. It was a small tangerine, which he pressed up to my lips as he smiled. I opened my mouth and he slipped it inside as I clamped my jaw down on it. Its size forced my mouth to remain open by an inch or so, but as my teeth were indented into the peel I couldn’t push it out with the force of my tongue. I would have to wait for him to remove the gag, should he want to. He held the belt up and took my arm as he dragged me over to his chair.
“Kneel on here.” he ordered, pointing at the small cushion on the seat.
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