by Madison Skye
It was all an act. The negative look and the imposing body language. He was doing all he could to intimidate me and keep me away. Hard as he tried, he wouldn’t be able to push me away that easily. Instead, I slipped into the chair right in front of his desk, fixing him with a stare and a little smile.
Phase one of my plan was set in motion. Soon enough, I knew he’d be putty in my hands.
I grew antsy with anticipation. The man was determined not to look at me. He refused to acknowledge my existence. He went so far as to ignore my arm, waving wildly in the air, everytime he asked a question. This drew attention to me, but not the kind I’d been enjoying so much earlier in the day. Other students giggled and glanced at me, wondering what I’d done to piss the professor off so much.
I tried hard to mask the pain this caused me. I was far too easy to trample on, far too easy to force down into a wilted nothingness. My confidence began to shatter, and soon enough the classroom was silent but for the sound of pencils scratching against waxy paper. We’d been given our homework early and everyone but I was busy trying to cram it into class time. I couldn’t be bothered.
Then it happened, so fast I almost missed the opportunity altogether. He sat down at his desk, running his fingers through his hair like he was tired or frazzled. He let his back and shoulders slump against the desk behind him, resting his neck against the cool grain of the wood. Then slowly, ever so slowly, his eyes crept down my body.
I knew it couldn’t be coincidence. He wanted to look. He wanted a show. So I gave him one. Slowly, I spread my legs as wide as I could. The cool air of the classroom drifted against my clit, made it stand hard and pert in the silence, begging for him to kick everyone out and give it some attention.
It didn’t take a genius to figure out when he noticed my little surprise. His face went from pink to red as a beet in two seconds flat. He began coughing violently, his eyes wide as they snapped up to look into mine. His fit lasted a few minutes before he excused himself.
The door shook violently on its hinges after he slipped away, and the echo of his dress shoes sounded down the hall as he ran off, still coughing.
The silence morphed into a room full of whispers, and then a dull roar of conversation. Class was almost over, and he hadn’t made his way back. People wondered if he was alright. They all had their own theories on his departure. None of them were even close to the truth. Only I, soaked and over-excited, held that knowledge.
Five minutes before class was due to end, he slipped back into the room like nothing at all had happened.
“Please continue working on your homework, all of you. In a few minutes you’ll be free to leave.”
The tension was thick in the room, but no one questioned him. When he sat down at his desk, his eyes flickered to my already spread legs. No shock this time, just a mild curiosity as he watched me reach down and silently slip a finger inside myself.
Playing with myself in a room full of people, with only myself and my professor knowing, was the naughtiest thing I’d ever done in my life. It felt so taboo, the risk so high. I could get caught at any moment, branded worse than a slut for the rest of my life. It should have made me feel dry and full of apprehension. Instead, it made me spread my legs wider, my juices running so free and thick, I could feel them pooling in a puddle beneath me.
Our eyes met. He stared at me, smirking. I wondered what he was thinking, tried not to let his change in demeanor throw me off. I slid two fingers inside my pretty pink pussy, careful to go slow so the sloshing noise of my juices wouldn’t alert any of my fellow students to our naughty game. It felt so damn good, playing with myself like that. I felt like a different person, transformed into a naughty schoolgirl from a porno. No longer was I a frazzled college student who had no clue what she was doing, but a naughty girl who needed to be bent over and spanked.
In those few moments, I felt like the very definition of badass.
Class ended, and with it my fun. I knew it was time to slip out of the classroom. It certainly wasn’t time to draw attention to myself, but that’s all I wanted to do. While the other students half ran out of the room, eager to get on with life outside the four walls of a building, I slowly placed items in my bag, one by one. By the time I zipped it closed, the room was so empty the sound echoed.
The professor was sitting on his desk, staring right at me. I felt emboldened by our play session. I walked right up to him, running my hand along his thigh as I walked toward the door. I felt no response. Not until the last second, when a firm and meaty hand gripped my wrist and tugged.
“You’re foolishly mistaken if you think you’re getting away with that act so easily. You’re not going anywhere, Everly. Not until I say so.”
Daimon
The second I knew what the little vixen was up to, I was done. She could play games all she wanted. She could sit there, look pretty and coy, like she was innocent and naive. I knew better, and so did everyone else in the damn room. No innocent female dressed like that, flaunted her bare ass in public like it meant nothing to her. She was cunning and experienced and trying to ensnare me in her trap.
I let her think she had the upper hand. I gave her the impression that I was just another one of her helpless little playthings, caught in her trap. When she flashed me the perfect pink of her neat little pussy, I let my face get red as a beet. Sure it’d taken me by surprise, but I’d hammed up my reaction, just to give her that little jolt of power.
When I’d excused myself, it was to make a plan. It was clear to me that if I didn’t do something, shit like this would last the entire semester. I’d never have peace in my classroom, and my dreams would be haunted with images of her. I’d spend every night, coming into my hand instead of unloading into her sweet tightness.
Wasn’t going to happen.
Screw being good. I’d done that my entire life, and it hadn’t really gotten me anywhere. Screw school policy. She was a fully grown adult, and she could make her own decisions. If one of those happened to be teasing and seducing her teacher until he just had to teach her a lesson, than so be it.
Because that’s exactly what needed to happen. If I didn’t take her aside and discipline it out of her, she was going to keep tormenting others. She’d keep targeting men she thought would never say a word, and she’d have a hell of a lot of fun doing it. She’d spend years of her life thinking she was on top.
I wouldn’t allow it. That day, I was going to teach her a lesson. Whether or not she’d be willing to learn from it, I didn’t yet know.
In the bathroom, my hands shook as I adjusted myself. Even the touch of my own hand, the soft brush of skin against skin, was hard to resist. She had me so fired up, I wanted to pull my cock out and pump it right then and there. I wanted to feel the sweet release of jizz leaving my balls, but I knew I needed to hold back. All the sexual energy and frustration I felt needed to be saved for her, used to teach her a very important lesson.
Instead I adjusted myself so I wasn’t pitching a tent in my pants. I untucked my shirt so the thick outline of my iron rod wouldn’t draw any stares or whispered giggles. As long as I didn’t reach for the sky, no one would notice how my cock throbbed and leaked precum, ready to slide on home inside little miss Everly.
I knew from the glint of mischief in her eye, she wasn’t done with me. The second I walked in the room, her eyes were all over me. I saw them dart to my cock, to my abs, all over my body. She was taking all of me in, drinking it all up, using the image of me to fuel her naughty midday playtime.
It didn’t surprise me when she spread her legs again, but it did give me a little jolt, right in the pants, when she began toying with her tiny little clit. It was the smallest nub of a clit I’d ever seen, perky and hard in the cool air of the classroom. Being so small, I knew it’d be sensitive. Playing with it would be a hell of a lot of fun. It wouldn’t be hard to make her squirm and beg me for release.
Maybe, If I was lucky, I could even make her squirt and writhe in pleasure. I w
anted to take her to a new plane of existance, one where she had nothing to worry about besides pleasing the sex goddess inside of her. I wanted to hear her scream, until her throat was scratchy and hoarse, then hear the sweet sound of her panting as she dug her nails into my skin.
Her pussy was the tidiest I’d ever seen. She’d shaven all the hair off so I could see every pink fold. It glistened wet in the bright fluorescents, her juices dripping and pooling against her puckered asshole. She was leaving a pile right in the center of the seat she was so turned on. She was opening up like a flower for me, trying to catch my eye as much as possible.
Oh, I’d teach the little brat a lesson like no one ever had in her life. When I was done with her, she’d be walking funny all over campus, and unable to brag about why. She’d know the dangers of toying with older men, particularly ones in positions of authority over her. She’d have a damn good time learning from me, but she’d know well enough not to do it again.
When class was done, she moved slow as molasses. I didn’t know her plan, only my own. I wasn’t going to let her out of my sight. That girl was mine, and mine alone. Tonight, she’d lay in bed and think of me, not some young college guy who still fumbled around in the sack, unable to truly please a woman with his lack of experience.
When she ran the tips of her fingers along my inner thigh, it was like electricity was jolting through my body. And then it was over, her touch removed, her shoulders set in determination as she took a step toward the door. Grabbing her wrist was the gentlest thing I could think to do. Really, I wanted to pin her to the desk and skip the lesson. My cock was hard and ready. Her pussy was wet and she wore no panties to keep me from her.
Really, what was stopping me from bending her over right there and fucking her until I was satisfied?
“You think you’re tough, don’t you Everly? Think you can go around teasing older men, like we don’t have feelings?”
“No sir,” she whispered. I couldn’t tell if she actually felt afraid of me, or if it was all an act, but she was shaking like a leaf.
“Then tell me what’s going on here, why don’t you? Why are you acting like a dirty little slut in my classroom? I don’t appreciate your insolence and attitude.”
“I guess.. I guess I just thought it’d be fun. A little adventure is all.”
“Fun, huh? You think interrupting my class is fun? Tell me, young lady, how old are you?”
“18.”
If possible, my cock grew tighter. It was so hard, it pained me, the skin stretched taut. The idea of her being barely legal felt even more naughty and forbidden. I felt like an old pervert.
And I fucking loved every second of it.
“Is that so? You think at 18 years old, practically a baby, I find you impressive? You think I find your games cute?”
“No sir.”
“Damn straight I don’t. I think you need to take a few steps back and learn something, little girl. You think you can please an older man like me? Think you could make me feel good like you did to that young man last night?”
“Well,” she said, biting her lip. Her cockiness was coming back, and I knew I had to nip it in the bud. “I bet I could.”
“Then prove it,” I snarled. In two long strides, I was across the classroom, flipping the lock on the door and powering down the lights. We were alone together, and I was finally going to have my way with her.
“H-how do I prove it? What do you mean?”
There it was. That fear in her voice. That twinge of regret. She was rethinking her decisions. She was beginning to learn her lesson. Just like I knew she would.
“Get on your knees,” I told her, shoving her roughly to the concrete floor. Her knees buckled and she slid down, trembling, so the outline of my cock was right in her face. She was the perfect height. When on her knees, all she had to do was open wide, and I could fill her pretty little mouth with my cock.
“Now unzip my pants for me, you naughty girl.” I watched as she did, wordlessly. “Now take my cock out for me.”
The only light in the room was a thin slat of sunlight coming in through the back window. Through it I could just make out her face as she slowly lifted my cock out of my pants. Her eyes were wide as saucers, her mouth open in surprise. Her tiny little hand could hardly wrap around my meaty shaft. I loved it, the fear and apprehension.
“You’re huge,” she whispered.
“See how huge it really is. Suck it.”
She looked up at me, like she was unsure I really meant it. Then her tongue darted out and licked her lips before she slid just the tip of my cock in her mouth. More and more was worked into her tiny little mouth. In the end, she couldn’t even fit half inside. Her cheeks bulged out she was so damn full of my cock, but I knew she liked it. Her eyes were closed and she worked hard on me, lapping at the underside of my cock and bobbing her head as best as she could.
She was right. For her age, she was pretty damn good. But I could still teach her a thing or two.
Her long hair hung down the middle of her back. It may not have been the pigtails I’d daydreamed of, but it was still too irresistible for me to stop myself. I thrust both my fists deep into the silky strands. They were soft against my palms and felt great when I tugged them taut. I thrust my hips, banging my cock against the back of her throat.
She gagged and coughed on my thick girth, her eyes watering with pain and surprise. When she looked like she couldn’t take it anymore, I let her go. She sucked in big lungfuls of air and eyed my cock like it was a dangerous but intriguing weapon.
“Learning your lesson yet, you naughty girl?”
She nodded her head. Poor thing. She really believed it.
“Not fast enough. There’s a lot more to learn. Sadly, I don’t have all day to teach you, however fun that would be. Bend over.
It’s time for your spanking.”
Everly
Rising levels of fear and adrenaline had somehow translated into feeling the most intensely aroused I ever had in my life. I’d always loved sex. Even losing my virginity hadn’t been traumatic like all my friends had told me it would be. Sure, it hadn’t been the most magical fuck in the world, but it had been enough to get me craving more cock, and soon.
But being this turned on? It wasn’t something I’d ever dealt with. I could smell the sweetness of my arousal in the air. I knew the professor could too, and he was doing everything in his power to bring me even more under his control. It worked. In those moments, I would have done anything the man asked me to.
I could hardly see a thing, the room was so dark. My other senses were working overtime, trying to keep up with all that was going on around me. I could hear his heavy breathing, smell the heady scent of my juices, feel the light brush of wind against me as he walked to his desk and back. Every sound was like thunder, loud and right against my ear. I knew he was rummaging in his desk, looking for something, but didn’t know what.
Then he was back beside me, calm and stoic. I felt the brush of his dress pants against my bare thigh, scratchy against my smooth skin. His cock was still poking out through the hole in his pants and he’d brush it against me every now and then, like he was reminding me the reason I was there, bent over his desk with my ass pushed out towards him.
His hand was on me, hot against the fleshy curve of my ass. I shivered in anticipation. I’d only been spanked a few times in my life, and not before sex. Only in the heat of the moment, when a boy would get excited and smack my ass hard, like he saw in movies online. This entire experience, the way he took so long to build up the tension until it was thick enough to cut with a knife, was something out of this world.
Whack!
A ruler. He’d been rummaging for a ruler. It was one of those rubber, bendable ones. The sharp sting of it against my sensitive skin was like fire lashing against me. The heat was intense but felt amazing as it gradually cooled. He spanked me, again and again, and I could feel myself growing even wetter. My juices were sticky and dripped down m
y thighs and ran down my leg. The pain was taking over and, feeling defeated, I began whimpering with each sharp thwack.
“Hurts doesn’t it?” I nodded, still whimpering. “Good. You need to feel this pain to learn your lesson. You can't keep being a naughty little girl like this. You can’t keep tormenting men for your own entertainment. Not unless you are willing to get the same treatment in return. Not so fun and exciting, now is it?”
It had been exciting, at first. Scary and exciting and completely new. But after a while, I ached for him to stop. He kept prolonging the teasing and torture. I was sure my ass was red. My legs began to tremble.
He held me steady as he slowly ran his hand over the stinging flesh. His touch felt like a soothing balm. I couldn’t help but wiggle my hips and against him.
My juices were still running. My pussy throbbed with so much desire, it was painful. It felt like I was swollen. I’d been waiting so long, been wanting to take his cock inside me since the moment he bent me over. Instead, he kept it from me, held the prize over my head like a carrot on a stick. I’d say or do anything to feel his thick girth buried inside me, and he knew it.
“You going to keep being a selfish brat?”
“No sir.”
“You going to be a good girl?”
“Yes, I’ll be good.”
“You better be good Everly, because I’m going to be watching you. Because, see, I don’t trust you yet. I don’t know if you can help but be naughty. You might need a little guidance.”
“Yes sir. I’ll do anything. I’ll change my ways.”
“That’s just what I like to hear. Do you know what will happen to you if I hear you’ve been screwing around and tormenting men?”
“You’ll bend me over your knee?”
He chuckled.
The sound was like an arrow shot into the bottom of my gut. It moved something in me, made me feel even more desperate.
The situation was completely out of control.