All semester long, I’d been fantasizing about Professor Carter, who was only a few years older than me and absolutely gorgeous. The way he walked around the room, spoke authoritatively about history and current events and, most of all, the way he made eye contact when he called on me, had my nipples hard and my pussy wet every time I stepped into his classroom. I’d imagine him taking me over his knee and using a ruler to whack my bottom. The more I thought about him spanking me, the more I squirmed around in my seat while he lectured, my clit hardening at the naughty image forming in my mind.
I knew it would be highly inappropriate to pursue him while he was still my teacher, so I waited until the last day of class to bake him some of my special chocolate-chip cookies. I’ve wooed boyfriends with them in the past and knew he’d be hard-pressed to resist them. I’d heard through the grapevine that he was single and couldn’t help but sense the simmering attraction between us during my visits to his office. To top things off, I dressed like the slutty schoolgirl I saw myself as: in a little white button-down shirt, pleated plaid skirt, white cotton panties, knee socks, and shiny black shoes.
I could barely wait until class ended and stared at the clock the whole time, but finally the bell rang and it was official—he was no longer my professor! I stayed in my seat until everyone else had left, and then I heard him say my name and felt shivers rush through my body. “Well, Jane, I want to commend you on being such an excellent student. You’ve been a pleasure to work with.”
I smiled at him, and then stood up so he could experience the full effect of my outfit. I resisted peeking down at his crotch to see if it had made him hard; I’d have to trust my instincts. I walked toward him with a seductive smile on my lips. “You’re the best teacher I’ve ever had. And while I’m sorry that our class time has to end, I was hoping that might mean we could get to know each other on a more… personal basis.” My cheeks were flaming—I could feel the heat—so I quickly thrust the tin of cookies at him. “I made these for you,” I said, and then bit my lip, hoping I hadn’t been wrong because my pussy was absolutely dripping with wetness.
He gave me a slow once-over, his eyes taking in every detail of my outfit. “Why don’t we step into my office, and I’ll taste your… cookies,” he said. His pause spoke volumes, and I made sure to brush against him as we walked toward the door, with me in front so he could admire my ass, which was barely covered by my short skirt.
When we got to his office down the hall, he closed and locked the door. “Sit down,” he said, his voice sounding suddenly serious.
“Am I in some kind of trouble?” I asked, for a moment fearing that I had misread his signals.
“That depends, Jane,” he said, making my name sound like a dirty word. “Do you want to be?”
I swallowed hard, my nipples now pebbles as my pussy gushed. “If it means getting a spanking from my favorite teacher, then yes, I’m in big trouble,” I replied, batting my eyelashes at him.
“Then I suggest you get over here right now,” he said, patting his lap as I stood up. We’d moved quickly from our formerly cordial, flirtatious relationship to one where our desires were out in the open; since I had been imagining him mentally undressing me all semester. I walked over and positioned myself across his lap. Even though this was our first intimate moment, I’d dreamt about him touching, spanking, and kissing me for so many nights that it felt perfectly natural. He lifted up my skirt and whistled when he saw the panties I’d picked out just for him. On the seat of my undies were the words “Bad Girl.”
“You really came prepared today, didn’t you?” he asked, as he lifted his hand and then brought it down onto my ass. A whoosh of air left my lungs as his hand made contact, and I pressed my hands against the floor to brace myself. He rubbed his palm against my bottom, making me moan.
“Nobody’s going to hear us, are they?” I asked, the concern popping into my head even as he explored my lower half, his fingers pressing against the cotton between my legs.
“Not if you keep quiet,” he said, and then smacked my other cheek. He kept going, delivering a series of loud, hard, steady blows, rather than quick slaps. He seemed to be deliberating over each one, calculating where his hand would have the maximum impact. My face kept getting warmer as my ass got hotter, until I simply had to do something. I began pinching my nipples into even harder points, while he kept on smacking my ass. I spread my legs slightly, needing him to touch me there, but he ignored my cunt for the time being. Then he glanced down and saw me touching myself. He turned me over, cradling his arm beneath my head so I could look at him. “What are you doing, Jane?” he asked, and I flushed again.
“I was touching my nipples. You made them so hard,” I said.
“I want to be the one touching your nipples,” he said. “You keep your hands at your sides.” He pulled me up and around so I was straddling him, my hot butt cheeks resting against his legs while he lifted my shirt over my head. “And what pretty nipples you have,” he said as he unhooked my bra to reveal my large breasts in all their glory. He leaned down and sucked each nipple, giving them lots of tongue as his hands tugged me closer to his erection. I started to hump him, torn between wanting to taste and touch his cock and wanting to keep getting spanked.
When Professor Carter finally got done feasting on my nipples, I was on the verge of coming. “I need your cock,” I blurted out, even though I knew he wanted to be the one in charge.
“How badly do you need it, Jane?” he asked, moving one hand to my lower back to press my body against his.
I wiggled my pussy against his hardness for a few minutes, and then dropped down to my knees and unzipped his pants, pulling out a cock that was as thick, stiff and enticing as I’d hoped it would be. I opened wide and took the head between my lips, quickly followed by half the shaft. “Oh, Jane…” he said, his voice trailing off as I ran my tongue along his hard length. Part of me couldn’t believe this was actually happening, but I knew from the way his dick stiffened in reaction to my blowjob that this was all real. I swallowed his entire cock, feeling a pleasurable sensation as the head hit the back of my throat. While I had all of him inside me, I looked up at the man I’d idolized for four months, and our eyes connected passionately.
Then I slowly eased up, letting his slick cock emerge from my lips. “Please, Professor, can I touch myself? Sucking your cock has made me so wet, I really need to touch myself. Pretty please?” I was begging him shamelessly, and it worked!
“Okay, you can touch yourself, but you can’t come until I say it’s okay.” As much as I wanted to come, I wanted to follow his orders even more. I went back to deep-throating him, while he pushed upward into me, fucking my face as I plunged my fingers into my pussy. I was thrusting so frantically that I almost forgot what I’d promised, but I forced myself to slow down, wrapping one hand around the base of his cock as I focused almost all my energy on his blowjob. I hoped that if I did it well, he’d spank me again.
“Jane, you’re going to make me come,” he said, patting my head in approval. I abandoned my cunt and sped up my actions, suctioning my way up and down until his dick moved easily through my throat. Then he grabbed hold of his cock, taking it from my hand as he slowly pumped his fist along it and offered me his come to swallow. I greedily gulped every last drop, disappointed when the flow of his hot cream ended. But Professor Carter wasn’t selfish in any way. As soon as I’d taken the last of his load, he pulled me up and then pressed two fingers into my waiting cunt. “You’ve been so patient, and I know you’ve been on the edge of orgasm ever since class started, haven’t you?” He didn’t need a verbal response as I wrapped my arms around his neck, kissing him as I burrowed my face into his neck while his fingers stroked me in all the right places. He only needed a few minutes to have me whimpering in pleasure.
We kissed passionately, and as his tongue entwined with mine, I felt my ass tingling again. “We’re not done yet, Jane,” he said, sensing my need for more spanking. This time, when I laid across his lap, I knew exactly what to expect, which made every smack all the more exciting. He hit me harder this time, knowing that I was the kind of girl who needed to be spanked thoroughly. When he was done, he literally kissed my ass, his soft lips soothing my tender skin.
“Thank you for the cookies, Jane,” he said, rather formally, when we were done, as if suddenly realizing that we were actually in his office and that any of his colleagues might’ve heard him spanking me. I offered him my hand to shake, and even that formal touch set me off again. Then he handed me a card on which was his first name and his home phone number. “I hope you’ll call if you feel the need for further lessons.” I walked out, knowing that my reddened cheeks were visible as my skirt swished behind me. I tucked his card into my backpack, knowing I’d be calling him soon. I’ve never been so happy to be done with a college class as I was with his. I’m looking forward to seeing what else he has to “teach” me, hopefully in the privacy of his bedroom. If that’s how racy things got in his office, I can only imagine what we’d get up to in a more intimate setting.
—Ms. J.T., Via Email