by Celia Aaron
She looked up, her eyes pleading with me. It did no good. She was mine, all of her. Nothing she did or said would stop her punishment.
“Open,” I said and pushed my blood-darkened head against her red lips.
They remained tightly closed. I smiled down at her. I was hoping she’d resist. I grabbed the hair on either side of her head and squeezed. Her eyes narrowed as the pain grew. I kept pulling until her mouth opened, her wet tongue beckoning me inside.
“If I feel so much as a tooth, Ms. Finnegan, there will be many, many more lashes. And this time, I’ll be striking your pussy.”
She shuddered and I pushed into her hot mouth, sliding all the way to the back. She took me in and closed her eyes.
“No, Ms. Finnegan. Look at me when I fuck your mouth.”
Her eyelids jerked open as I forced myself further inside. She gagged a little but I ignored it and pushed into her throat. She took it so deep that my balls were on her chin.
“That’s it, Ms. Finnegan, swallow me.” I gazed down into her eyes and slid in and out of her, fucking her mouth, her tongue. Spit built up and ran down her chin and to the floor as I thrusted and withdrew, thrusted and withdrew. I groaned when I felt her tongue playing along the bottom of my shaft. She was trying to make me come, to make me stop. Clever little bitch. I wouldn’t grant her the cum she so desperately wanted.
I gripped her hair harder. “Only when I’m ready and only after I’ve fucked your sweet little pussy.”
She moaned, the sound sending a vibration along my shaft and into my balls. Her tight throat was already drinking down my pre-cum. I had to get inside her pussy before I would allow myself the release I’d been looking forward to all semester.
I withdrew from her mouth and yanked her up. I pulled down her top, looping the fabric under her large tits. She didn’t wear a bra. Her shoulders were pinned back because of her bound wrists. Her nipples jutted into the air, hard and puckered. I took one in my mouth and kneaded her other breast. I bit and teased at her nipple until I felt her rub her thighs together ever so slightly. She wanted to be fucked. I would reward her.
I turned her around so that she was lying face down on the desk again. She let out a high squeal as I eased my head into her. Her pussy was even tighter and wetter than her mouth. I realized she desperately wanted my cock.
I sank into her, giving her every aching inch. She kept making little grunts and squeaks as I settled inside her. Her noises spurred me on until I was pounding her, the slapping sound of me against her ass echoing around the lecture room. There was no controlling myself now.
Her pussy tightened, demanding I be as rough with her as I wanted. I owned her and had to leave my mark. I groaned at how good it felt to finally give her what she deserved. I bent over her, my chest to her back, and pulled her hair to bring her head off the desk. Then I wrapped one hand around her throat as I fucked her harder and harder. Her pussy was so wet my cock slid in and out easily.
I squeezed her throat, cutting off her air for a moment and letting her know I was in control. I felt her heartbeat in her neck. It pounded to the vicious rhythm of my hips. Her pussy grew still wetter, hotter.
I let go of her hair, keeping my hand at her neck, and slid my other hand down to her clit. I circled the hard nub before stroking and flicking it along with my pumps into her. She moaned low in her throat, the sound vibrating against my fingers pressed tightly against her skin. I took the wetness from her pussy and brought my hand to her ass. I coated her asshole with her own sweet cream and pushed a knuckle inside. I pushed further inside her as I felt her slippery walls tightening around my cock. I began to twist my knuckle, running it along all the sensitive skin around her asshole as she writhed beneath me, pushing back into my strokes and driving me more deeply inside her.
“Ready for your discipline, Ms. Finnegan? Ready to take it all?”
When she didn’t answer, I plunged into her even more viciously.
“Yes, professor.” Her voice barely made it past my fingers.
“Good, Ms. Finnegan.”
I removed my hand from her ass and went back to her clit, stroking it furiously as I fucked her. She seized beneath me and arched her back as her pussy sucked my cock in farther. I took my hand from her throat and clamped it over her mouth to cover her screams as she came. She cried against the palm of my hand as her pussy constricted me tighter and tighter until it squeezed out my release. My cock kicked inside her, spurting hot jets of cum and coating her sweet pussy with my seed. She took every drop I had to offer, her walls still milking me as she cried into my palm.
It was all I could do not to yell at the feeling of finally disciplining Ms. Finnegan.
Chapter Four
Zoey Finnegan
I cleaned myself up, showered, and threw myself onto my bed. I lay under the lazy ceiling fan, naked and hot. Flashes of Professor Stevens played through my mind. I rubbed my wrists remembering the fabric from his tie binding me. The look in his eye as he told me he would “discipline” me. I let a hand trace down to my clit, still slightly buzzed from his earlier attentions.
I began to stroke myself, remembering the sounds of him pounding into me.
My doorbell rang.
I jumped up and pulled a robe out of the closet, throwing it on as I walked down the hallway of my spacious apartment.
I lived in one of the nicest places in town and was likely the only student in the high-priced complex. I had no money to speak of, but I certainly had friends, and one in particular.
I looked through the peephole and cursed under my breath.
“I know you’re in there, Zoey. Let me in.” I recognized Mrs. Stevens, Professor Stevens’ wife.
Shit.
I swung the door open. “Hi, Mrs. Stevens.”
Mrs. Stevens strolled in and dropped her bag, worth more than my car, on the sofa. She wore a tight sheath dress in emerald green. Her brown hair was long and flowing, and her olive skin set off her hazel eyes perfectly. She was thirty at most, Professor Steven’s younger bride. She looked like money. Perfectly curated money.
“Any news for me Zoey?” she asked as her eyes roved my body, as if she could see under my robe.
“Yes and no.”
She motioned to the sofa. I sat and she eased down next to me. She was so close I could smell her pricey perfume. Her luminous eyes were beautiful and catlike.
“Well, spill,” she said and patted my bare knee that showed through my robe. She left her hand there.
“I kept doing what you’d told me to. I was late, didn’t do my homework, all that. And then earlier today I was really late and didn’t wear any panties.”
She smiled. “That would certainly do the trick.”
“It did. But there was a problem.”
Her hand tightened on my knee. “And what was that?”
“He whipped me and fucked me just like you said. But he did it in the classroom, not his office. So it wasn’t recorded.” I hated to disappoint her, especially after she’d gotten me this nice apartment and promised me a new car if I got Professor Stevens out of her way.
“Fuck!” Her eyes flashed.
“I’m sorry, Mrs. Stevens.”
She regained her composure. “Well, you certainly tried. And you can do it again, right?” She began rubbing circles on my thigh, making me hot all over again.
“I can. He actually made me a deal.”
“Did he now?” Her circles edged higher and higher. She reached over and pulled the sash loose so that my robe fell open. I let her. She licked her lips as her eyes strayed to my tits and then lower. “What were his terms?”
“He gave me fewer lashes if I gave him ownership of my pussy.”
Her gazed focused on my cleft, and she pushed my knees apart. “Did you take the deal?”
“Yes.”
“Now he owns it. So that means I have to have it.” She bent over and took my nipple into her mouth, making me squirm beneath her.
She stroked up my leg
and ran her fingertips through the hair at my cleft before spreading my lips and sinking a finger inside.
“But-but- I don’t know if I can do this anymore. I’m afraid.” I’m afraid of how much I liked it.
She sank another finger inside me and bit my nipple lightly before raising her head up. “If you enjoy living in this apartment and you enjoy your fat bank account, you can.” She bent back down, sucking my other nipple, making the peak even stiffer against her soft tongue.
“I can,” I breathed.
“Good.” She withdrew her fingers and hiked up her skirt. Then she sank to the floor in front of me before spreading my knees wide and pulling my ass to the edge of the sofa. I could feel her breath against my opening. “You look so plump here. Almost bruised. Was he too rough with my baby girl?”
She kissed my inner thighs, once on each side before settling in at my pussy. I moaned at the feeling of her licking me, her tongue swirling expertly around my clit.
“He was rough with me.” And I loved it.
“Mmm.” She kissed and sucked my tender flesh, bringing my nerve endings alive again with each movement of her mouth. She pushed against my legs harder, as if she wanted to lick all the way to the very center of me, tasting every ounce of skin I had down there.
She reached up with one hand and pinched my nipple before rolling it between her thumb and forefinger. I couldn’t help the cry that escaped my lips.
When her tongue snaked inside my pussy, my hips bucked against her mouth.
“That’s it,” she said before returning to my clit and driving two fingers inside me.
Her furious strokes were bringing me so close to the edge that I gripped the edges of my robe for dear life. I couldn’t stop my hips from rising in their own rhythm, begging for her hot mouth.
She increased her speed, making my clit tingle with the force of her tongue and the pressure of her lips. With one final jerk of my hips I gave in to the tension that bloomed between my legs. The jolting waves of pleasure rocked through my body and I screamed as I came. I felt myself pressing her fingers deeper into me, though the touch of her tongue was what set me on fire. Peal after peal of bliss erupted through me until I was spent. Mrs. Stevens gave me one more lick before wiping her mouth on the hem of my robe and standing.
“He may own it, but I’m the one who can please it.”
“Yes ma’am,” I panted. After Professor Stevens and Mrs. Stevens, I was utterly destroyed and wandering in a satisfied haze.
“Tomorrow. Get it done tomorrow. He’ll want you even worse now that he’s had a taste. In his office. Understand? That’s the only way I can get it on video and nail him.”
She grabbed her bag and pulled out a lipstick. She repainted her lips to perfection without the benefit of a mirror. When she was done she laughed and gave me another long look. “Wouldn’t give me half in the prenup, would he? He’ll give me three quarters now and a divorce so I can play all I want.”
Chapter Five
Professor Stevens
I hadn’t been able to think about anything except Ms. Finnegan. Her taste, her smell, her sounds, the beautiful slashes of pink across her sore bottom, the way she took every inch of her discipline.
Serena didn’t seem to notice. Odd, she came to bed the previous night in a particularly jovial mood. She hadn’t snarked about my daydreaming, though, come to think of it, she had seemed more than a little preoccupied lately. I didn’t mind. It gave me more time to plan out how I would own Ms. Finnegan.
When I arrived at the university the next morning, I left a note in Ms. Finnegan’s student box to come see me in my office at noon. I went through the motions in my morning classes. I seemed to hand out fewer punishments. I supposed I was saving them all up for Ms. Finnegan.
By the time lunch arrived, my cock was already hard and eager. I forced myself to sit at my desk and wait patiently for her to come by. After all, I required discipline of everyone, including myself. I loosened my tie, pulled it off, and laid it across my desk.
At five past noon, there was a small knock on my door. I knew it was her from the tentative sound.
“Come in.”
She entered and closed the door behind her. Today she wore a button up top and a longer skirt. I smirked. None of that would stop me. Her big green eyes watched me, trepidation in them. Her anxiety was an aphrodisiac, hardening my length even more.
“Lock it.”
She obeyed quickly this time.
“Come sit in my lap.”
She walked the few steps around my desk and perched hesitantly on the side of my chair. I gripped her waist and pulled so that she was sitting directly on my cock. I groaned as she settled onto it, her long legs hanging off the side of my chair.
I gripped her chin and guided it to me. I hadn’t tasted her lips yet. I brushed a light kiss across them before pressing harder into her, forcing her to open her mouth so I could sink my tongue inside. She warmed to my caresses and leaned into me slightly. I slid a hand under her skirt, smoothing up her thigh until I reached fabric. I broke our kiss and laughed.
“Did you think panties would stop me from fucking you?”
She looked down, heat in her cheeks. “I don’t know.”
“I don’t know what?”
“I don’t know, professor.”
“That’s one lash. I warned you last time.”
She bit her lip.
I pushed her thighs open with my hand and ran my fingertips over her panties. The fabric was deliciously wet.
“You’re already gushing for me, Ms. Finnegan.”
She tried to close her thighs but I wouldn’t let her. I slipped my fingers beneath the fabric and massaged her slick folds.
“Unbutton your shirt. I want to taste your tits.”
She didn’t move.
“That’s seven lashes.”
Her eyebrows went up and her fingers began to work at her buttons. “Seven?”
I pushed my index finger into her slick pussy. Fuck. “One for each minute you were late, one for addressing me incorrectly, and one for disobeying. That makes seven.”
She pouted. I leaned forward and took her lower lip in my mouth, sucking and biting on it as she continued unbuttoning her shirt.
“Take it off.”
She did as I told her, revealing a white lace bra underneath. Her nipples were already hard, trapped in the delicate design of the fabric.
“Off,” I said roughly and moved my slippery fingers up to her clit.
She unhooked her bra and let it fall. I dropped my mouth to her nearest nipple, sucking it in as my other hand reached around to knead her breast. I wanted to spring my cock free and sit her wet pussy right on top of it, but I couldn’t. She needed discipline first.
I sucked at her nipple and stroked her clit until she was moaning too loudly. I reluctantly released her and stood her up.
“Strip. I want to see all of you.”
She followed my order, dropping her skirt to the floor before shucking off her panties. When she stood back up I sucked in a breath. She was perfect. The only thing her pale skin needed was the pink of the lash. I would give it to her.
“Hands on the desk, Ms. Finnegan.”
She obeyed, though she stayed slightly upright. I slipped off my belt before walking to her and pushing her lower back down, which shoved her plump ass even further out. “Like this.”
“Yes, professor.”
“Good girl. Not a sound, remember?”
“Yes, professor.”
I turned on some music, classical sounds to at least try and drown out the sound of my belt on her skin. Pity, it was a gorgeous sound.
I gave her the first strike, letting the belt graze off her glistening pussy. She arched her back even more, putting her pinkness out for me to enjoy.
“That’s it.” I gave her another, higher this time, teasing her.
She raised up on her toes. I quickly gave her another, hitting the sweet spot so that she moaned. Too loud. I droppe
d the belt on the desk and picked up my tie.
“Open your mouth, Ms. Finnegan.”
She looked up at me and did as she was told.
“It pleases me when you obey,” I said and rolled the tie in my hand before stuffing it into her mouth.
I reclaimed the belt and aimed a shot right at her folds. Her knees weakened a bit and she dropped her head. The tie muffled her cry, but I heard it enough to have to let my cock out to play. Just the feeling of my shorts rubbing against it would make me come now. She’d gotten me that riled up, that desperate to punish her.
“Three more, Ms. Finnegan. I can hit you higher or I can hit your pussy. If you want me to get your pussy, you’ll have to spread your legs more for me. I’ll let you choose as a reward for being so good so far.” I brought the belt up to my face and licked where it had touched her.
She eased her legs apart further.
Fuck. I wanted to come on her ass, her pussy. She was mine. I hit her again, the hardest one yet across her pussy. The pink on her skin was perfect. She trembled and cried into my tie.
“Two more.” I rubbed her ass, needing to feel her before giving her the final lashes.
She spread her legs even further, giving me more access. I slapped the leather against her, ghosting along her pussy lips. Then, I gave her the final lash, her muffled cry making precum leak from my cock. I hated to let it go to waste. It should have been either in her or on her.
I pulled the tie from her mouth. “Turn around and sit on the desk.”
Her face was flushed, her eyes glazed. I lifted one of her legs and positioned it on the visitor chair before dropping to my knees. Her blonde curls were on full display, now damp from her wetness.
Her smell drove me mad. I went for her clit, pulling it into my mouth and flicking my tongue across it. She moaned and ground her pussy against my face. I answered by sucking on her hard, giving her clit no reprieve from the heat and pressure of my tongue. I slipped two fingers inside her and she jerked. I could tell she was already close to coming, but I wouldn’t let her. Not yet. Not until I was buried deep in what I owned. I pulled my mouth off her, though it took more than a little effort.