Owned by Her Professor (Erotic Story #2 Rough Sex, Hardcore Sex and BDSM Sex Series)

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by Amy Aday


  “No offense, but I think I will have to pass. You are welcome to stay if you want, Selena. I can get a cab home. Don’t worry, I have no intentions of sullying my reputation by reporting anything to the school, but I think I’m done with exploring my wild side,” Christina responded.

  Carl nodded solemnly. “I’m sorry, Christina. I never meant for things to be this way. I suppose I should have given your feelings more consideration. Selena, I think it would be best if you went with her until we’ve both had more time to think this through,” he said.

  Selena was stunned and felt herself getting angry again, but she refused to let him see. Instead, she turned and walked toward the door. How dare he treat her like she was nothing more than someone he has to worry about reporting him? She drove Christina home in near silence and thanked her for helping her out. Christina smiled weakly and rushed inside, out of the cold.

  Selena sat in the car for a moment before deciding what to do next. He wasn’t going to get off so easily with her. She made her way straight back to Carl’s house.

  She tried to convince herself that he owed her something, but deep down, she knew that she just wanted more from him. She intended to show him that he was making a mistake by cutting her off.

  When she arrived at this front door, it opened before she could even knock. She stepped inside to find Carl standing behind the door, holding it open for her. He gave her a looked that was part amusement and part disapproval from what she could tell. She didn’t let it put a damper on her resolve.

  “I was expecting that you would be back, Selena. You are quite the stubborn one. I believe that it is time for someone to put you in your place,” he said, closing and locking the door behind her.

  He walked over to one of the dining room chairs and sat down in it. Selena noticed a towel lying across the table with several bumps beneath it, hiding something unknown. She looked at him with uncertainty for a moment. Part of her wondered if she was pushing too far and might finally get more than she bargained for, as he had once warned. She took an almost unconscious step backward from him.

  “What is the matter, little girl? Are you finally getting scared? You should be. I warned you that I wasn’t one of those little school boys you can lead around by the nose. Get undressed,” he said in an even tone.

  Selena did feel a bit frightened, but she also felt an incredible excitement at what he might have in store for her. She did as she was told, stripping down to nothing and standing before him for his approval. His eyes roamed across her young, smooth skin.

  Her firm, full breasts were at full attention with her nipples hardened against the slight chill of the kitchen. Her shaved mound gave way to her soft pink folds, already beginning to glisten with moisture at the thought of what he might have planned for her.

  Carl stood and placed a kitchen stool near his chair. It was just an ordinary wooden stool with a large round cushion resting atop it with the exception of the bottom. The bottom was capped with what appeared to be heavy gauge, non-skid rubber feet. Selena looked at it blankly, and then looked back at Carl.

  “Bend over the stool,” he told her without as much as a hint of amusement.

  “Look, I don’t know what sort of game you are playing here, but I don’t think I like it. Perhaps it was a mistake to have returned, after all,” she said, a hint of distaste in her tone.

  “Suit yourself, Selena. Just know that if you walk out that door, you should not return again. I told you that I’m not one to be toyed with and yet, you continue to taunt me. It seems you are only willing to accept those things about me that you deem suitably erotic. There is far more to me than you have seen. If you cannot accept everything I have to offer, you shall partake of nothing,” he told her.

  Selena gritted her teeth. She was partially angry and partially aroused. How bad could whatever he had in store for her be? He wasn’t some sort of monster, after all. Without further comment, she walked over to the stool and bent forever, allowing her midriff to rest on the cushioned surface.

  “Good girl. Now you are cooperating, but you have still been very naughty today and you must learn what happens when you don’t behave,” he said from behind her.

  Selena heard the rattle of the chains in his hand before she felt the cold steel shackles being placed on her wrists, the chain that connected them wound securely through the rungs of the stool. Her heart was beating rapidly as Carl repeated the process with her ankles, so that she was chained into position across the stool.

  She felt his hands slowly roam across her backside before sliding one of them between her legs. He slipped two fingers inside of her for a moment and then dragged them down her inner thighs. He dug the tips of them into her tender flesh as he went and she drew in her breath slightly.

  Then she heard him rattling other items that she presumed were what had been hidden under the towel on the table, but he had her turned slightly so that he and whatever he was rummaging through was just out of sight. She tried to relax, which was difficult, given her precarious position across the stool.

  She was completely caught off guard as she felt the first stinging strike of what seemed like some sort of cane or stick on her ass cheeks. She cried out loudly.

  “What the fuck are you doing?” she screeched, feeling the angry red welt already forming on her backside. Instead of a response, she received another swift lick from the object in Carl’s hand.

  “Okay, I get it. Let me up. I’m done,” she growled at him.

  “No, you aren’t. You want this and I intend to see to it that you receive it,” he said.

  “No, no…I don’t,” she said, feeling near tears. She wasn’t sure if it was her ego or her bottom that felt more bruised.

  “Yes, you do. It is what you came back here for. You crave the pain. I’ve seen it every time I’ve pushed you to the edge of your pleasure,” he told her softly. Without waiting for a response, he wrapped sharply on the bottom. She yelped and tried to squirm free of her bindings.

  “Settle down, Selena,” she heard him say. Then, as if making idle conversation, he said, “Hmmm, this cane makes the loveliest red stripes on your perfect little ass. How do they feel? Does the sting excite you, Selena?”

  “No,” barked Selena. “It does not,” she said, her tears surfacing despite her attempt at willing them away. She didn’t want to be a baby. She wanted to be strong and….her thoughts stopped there. And what? She realized that she didn’t want him to stop. She didn’t want to be punished, but she knew that it was something she must accept to move on to whatever he held in store for her.

  Carl did not strike her again. “Very well,” he said. “I will release you and you can get on with your boring little school girl life,” he said sarcastically. Selena felt his hands on her ankles and she let out a sigh.

  “I’m sorry. Do what you must,” she said quietly, still fighting back tears.

  Carl did not respond. Instead, she heard the crop scrap across the table as he picked it back up. She felt another swift strike across her already sore bottom and then several quick raps spanning from where her ass formed at the small of her back, all the way down the backs of her legs. Tears rolled down her face, but she bit her lip to keeping from crying out. She would not give him that satisfaction.

  Then he stopped. Selena could hear the sound of his belt as he unfastened it. It was followed by his zipper coming down and the sound of his pants dropping. She felt his hands on her ass, seemingly taking a tour of the streaks he had left there. She had no doubt that the sadistic bastard was admiring his handiwork.

  Then he was inside her. His hands were on either side of her waist, steadying her as he fucked her like a jackrabbit in heat. There was nothing soft or sweet about what he was doing to her. He was just punishing her with a different kind of crop as his pummeled her with his huge erection. She could feel how turned on he was and she wondered what it was about causing her pain that excited him so much.

  He caught her off guard as he pulled out and su
ddenly slammed forward again into her tiny asshole, sending pain shattering outward. She cried out again, despite trying to hold it back and she felt the tears continue to roll down her face. He was fucking her. He had punished her and now he was fucking her like she didn’t matter. He was putting her in her place and it hurt far more than just the physical pain of it.

  The worst part of it all was that in some way that she couldn’t quite grasp, she was enjoying it. She liked the way he was using her. She liked the way he was taking charge and forcing her to embrace her fear of the unknown, but she was having difficulty reconciling that with the anger and hurt that she also felt. She felt confused as she lay there helpless, letting him take from her what wasn’t his…giving it to him freely.

  After what felt like an eternity, he pulled out, spraying his thick load all over her ass. She lay there quietly as he rubbed it into her skin, anointing her in some bizarre sadomasochistic ritual that only he could understand, she was sure. When he stopped, she heard him zip his pants and fasten his belt before unlocking the shackles that held her in place across his little torture stool.

  He helped her stand and looked at her, gauging her face for a reaction. Selena gave him a blank, emotionless stare. She wondered what he saw there. She wondered if he saw the look she intended for him to see or the true feelings that lay beneath the surface. It was if he had somehow claimed her and there was no turning back. By punishing her, he had asserted his ownership over her and part of her welcomed it.

  He walked her to the shower and started the water for her. Neither spoke as he undressed and directed her to get in the shower, where he joined her. He took his time washing her from head to toe. It was if she was now a prized possession to be maintained for his enjoyment. He washed her hair and then instructed her to wash him in return. She did as she was told wordlessly and the two of them climbed into bed together, naked. He curled up behind her and fell fast asleep.

  Selena did not fall fast asleep. She laid there in the darkness, contemplating what all of this meant and where it would lead them. Her emotions ran the gamut from blind acceptance to outright humiliation, from some sick form of love or lust to loathing. She finally drifted off to sleep, only to be awakened hours later at the brink of dawn.

  She slipped out of bed, dressed and left wordlessly while Carl slept. She had a lot to think about as the sun crested the surrounding snow laden hills on her way home. Mainly, she had to decide if she would ever see Carl Sansom outside of class again, but she wasn’t sure if she could make that choice today.

  THE END

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