by J. S. Scott
"You won't tell anyone, will you Dr. Hanson?," she asked desperately. “My hair was pulling, my feet were hurting. I was just taking a quick break. And I did just find the magazine under the chair."
"You should have just thrown it away and continued your work," he remarked harshly.
Heather knew her face was flushed with embarrassment and her stomach had sunk down to her feet. She could never let this get out. Her education and career would be ruined.
"Please don't say anything Dr. Hanson. I'll be ruined," she told him, tears forming in her dark brown eyes.
"You need to be taught a lesson. Reading pornography is not appropriate on the job," he replied, his tone hard and unyielding. "I'm afraid I'm going to have to report it and terminate your assistant teaching position."
Oh God, no. Heather panicked. She couldn't even deny it. He had video. "Please Dr Hanson. I'll make it up to you. I'll stay extra hours on my own time. I'll do whatever you want," she begged, tears flowing from her eyes. "I've worked too hard for too long. I can't let this happen."
"It was very naughty Heather," he replied, his voice austere. "That magazine is very hardcore pornography," he finished as he gestured at the magazine on the chair. “Something that should not be read at work.”
"Please. I'm willing to do anything," she told him earnestly.
"Come down here, Heather," he requested in a steady voice.
She jumped over the the rows of seats until she was in front of him. Damn. She forgot her shoes. She stood in front of him in her stocking covered feet. "Yes, sir."
"Are you willing to take your punishment from me?" He gave her a severe look. "If you do, I will erase the video and never mention a word about this."
"Oh yes, Dr. Hanson. Thank you." She sagged with relief.
"Take your clothes off, Heather," he requested casually.
"Excuse me, sir," Heather queried, certain she had misunderstood.
"I said remove your clothes. All of them. Don't make me tell you again, Heather. Since pornography started this, you will receive your punishment naked," he informed her.
"Oh, no. You can't do this." She trembled as she took a step back.
"This is my last warning. Undress or I go to report the incident." He started to turn toward the door.
"No. Please. I'll do it. Just don't report me."
She started to remove her jacket. She pulled it off of her arms and placed it on one of the student chairs. She started on her blouse with shaking fingers, taking longer to unbutton the buttons due to her trembling. Her heart was pounding as her shaky fingers released the buttons awkwardly. What punishment was he doing with her naked?
He moved forward and started removing her skirt while she finished unbuttoning and removing her blouse. She picked up the discarded blouse and skirt and placed them in the chair with her jacket, standing in front of him in only her thong, bra and thigh high stockings.
"What are you going to do to me, Dr. Hanson," she whispered in a trembling voice.
He didn't reply as he started to run his hands over the globes of her ass cheeks. He rubbed them, squeezed them, as though he were assessing her ass.
"You have a beautiful ass. Have you ever been spanked, Heather," he queried, his voice a little husky.
"Oh. No sir. I haven't. Please don't do that." Her face flooded with pink as her panties dampened. She had just seen a picture of it in the magazine. Surely he wasn’t thinking…
"Remove the rest of your clothes. Everything." He stepped back and stared at her intently, sending tingles through her body.
She obeyed, sliding the thong down her legs and removing her bra to let her nicely shaped breasts free. She dropped them with her pile of cloths.
She faced him naked and vulnerable, never feeling so exposed. She had the sudden urge to cover her privates with her hands like a terrified virgin.
He eyed her with hunger in his eyes as he instructed, "Turn around and bend down into the chair."
"What are you going to do?," she squeaked.
"Do it, Heather. Now," he demanded.
She slowly bent down with her hands on the chair. He came over and pushed her all of the way down, her head resting on the seat of the chair. What was he doing?
He started stoking her ass again in long, circular strokes. "Spread your legs wide."
"Please. Don't do this," she pleaded as she complied and spread her legs wide open, her pussy and ass completely exposed.
He ignored her plea. "Good girl. Your sweet ass is nicely up in the air. Just perfect for your punishment," he whispered low as his hands continued to stroke her, delving into her pussy on his circular route. He rubbed the globes and stroked over her wet pussy alternately.
Heather bit back a moan and her pussy flooded with additional moisture. She was afraid, but she was also aroused, her submissive position reminding her of the women in the magazine.
The first smack came as a surprise. She jumped as his hand made solid contact with her ass cheeks and her pussy.
She groaned. It felt like an electric jolt. Startling, exciting. Her body was responding to his punishment with pleasure. It frightened her. "Please stop," she pleaded.
The next slap was ever harder and had her biting her lip until she drew blood. He stroked between he thighs again before he landed the next blow. The strikes continued in just that rhythm. Smack. Stroke. Smack. Stroke. She thought she would lose her mind. She could no longer hold back her moans, ultra aroused by the pain and pleasure.
"You like your punishment, don't you Heather? Your sweet ass is getting all red. You enjoy this. You know you need it, don't you?," he questioned, his voice graveled and intent.
"Yes," she whimpered.
He stopped the spanking and just teased her pussy. She moaned, desperate to orgasm. He pushed her away and into an empty chair in the front row.
"Have you learned your lesson, Heather?" His eyes were hot and wild.
No. Keep going. Make me come, she wanted to reply…but she didn’t.
"Yes, sir," she answered in a tortured voice. Her hand crept towards her pussy as she spoke. Just a little stimulation to her clit would get her over the top.
"Don't you dare touch yourself!," he demanded. He started undoing his pants. "I guess you haven't learned obedience well yet."
Heather gasped as his cock sprang free of his pants. He was large, wide and long, his cock standing at complete attention.
"I want you down on your knees in front of me," he ordered, flushed with excitement now, but still so demanding.
When she dropped to position he grabbed the back of her head and demanded, "Suck me. Suck me hard and fast. Wrap those sweet lips around my cock." He forced her head forward.
She sucked his monstrous cock into her mouth, tasting his pre-cum on her tongue. She wished the massive organ was pumping inside of her. She was so aroused that she was desperate to orgasm. Her aching pussy was imagining what is would feel like to have the gigantic cock she was sucking on slamming hard and fast into her. She needed him to fuck her. Hard.
His authoritative punishment was driving her insane, making her crazier than she had ever been sexually. Was this what had been missing before?
Both of his hands grabbed her head to steady it while he pistoned into her mouth. She applied suction and he groaned. She sucked harder just to hear his sounds of pleasure. She felt powerful even though she was the submissive, knowing she was pleasuring him. Her knees were sore on the concrete floor and her pussy was begging to be fucked, but she kept on sucking as he murmured, "Ahhh...yeah....good girl. Suck it."
He finally pulled away just as she thought he was going to come. He pulled her up roughly and took her over to his desk. He pulled the belt from his pants and tied her hands over her head.
He grabbed the magazine and propped it up on the desk. "Is that what you want, Heather," he pante
d. "She's obviously getting punished. Do you want that same punishment?"
Her pussy flooded until she was dripping. She stared at the picture of the woman being drilled from behind, her hands tied, her head being held to the table. Oh God, yes. She wanted him to fuck her hard and fast, dominate her, she wanted to submit to his punishment. She wanted him to make her submit.
She was so undone by the thought that she couldn't speak.
He pushed her over the desk holding her head down, her hands tied uselessly over her head. He turned her head so that she could see stare at the picture. She had to close her eyes; the picture drove her to such a fever pitch of arousal that it was unbearable. She needed him to fuck her just like that so that she was wearing the same expression of agony and ecstasy as the woman being satisfied in the picture.
He was behind her now, stroking her red ass and delving into her dripping pussy. One finger stroked over her clit and she nearly exploded, but he seemed to know just how high to push her and stopped just short of her orgasm.
She grunted and moaned in complete frustration. Her body was on fire and she had never been so desperate to orgasm. She tried to grind against his hand, but he wouldn't allow enough friction for her to find her release.
He stroked lightly at her clit as he asked in a hungry, sultry voice that was filled with desire, "Do you want her punishment? Tell me."
"Yes. Please. Fuck me. I need it hard. I need to come. Please, Professor," she pleaded. She had no shame. Her body had completely taken over her mind and she was completely consumed with the desire to be fucked hard and fast.
He placed his cock between her thighs, rubbing the fat head into her pussy.
"You're so hot and wet. This is going to feel so good. I’ve wanted you forever." His voice crackled with heated passion.
"Please. I need your big cock fucking me." She was thrusting her hips back towards him now, out of control and begging for his entry.
He released a strangled sound, slipped the head of his cock to her steaming hot entrance and shoved hard, his cock sliding deep inside of her. Her starving channel swallowed his cock until it was completely buried. He stretched her, and she felt the burn, but moaned at the stronger sensation of him filling her completely.
"Ah, God. You're so wet and tight, Heather." His breath was coming hard and heavy. He was close to losing control. "I think you need a good, hard fuck."
Heather looked at the picture in front of her face, knowing she going to get hammered the very same way. His hips started pumping her, slamming hard and deep as he held her head and shoulder to keep her meeting his impaling thrusts. He was relentless, never slowing his rapid pace or the depth of his strokes. Their skin slapped hard as he worked her. Neither one of them had any control as they groaned loud and continually, getting closer to their peak. Heather was completely lost in ecstasy as he continued his volatile pummeling of her quivering pussy.
When her orgasm hit her....it was staggering. It grabbed her and wouldn't let her body go. Her spasms were strong and she cried out, biting down hard on her lip to keep from screaming. She let out a low, long moan and yanked against her bound wrists as her body thrashed and bucked. She was wracked with waves of spasms that took control of her entire being. Her walls clenched around Alex's cock and she knew he went over the edge. She felt his body shaking and their groans mingled together as he released his stream deep into her body.
He reached up and released her hands and collapsed in a chair, pulling her sweaty body on top of him. His cock slipped from her as he pulled her into his lap. She put her arms around him and held him tight. He gripped her just as tightly as his heartbeat and breathing calmed. Heather continued gasping for air for several minutes.
Never had she orgasmed with such intensity and it send her whole body into overload.
"That was...that was...intense, Dr. Hanson," she finished softly, still half breathless.
"I think you had better call me Alex after that," he smiled, a rare full face smile that she had seldom seen before.
"Punishment finished?, " she questioned low and hesitantly, not quite sure she wanted it to end ever though her body was sated for the moment.
He sighed. "I almost wish I could say no....but yes....it's finished. I lied when I said I video taped you. I'll let you look at my phone. I swear I'll never tell anyone."
She got up and started to dress. Her rear was sore as were other assorted places on her body.
Alex tucked in his shirt and did up his pants, replacing his belt in the loops and closing it.
"I don't want to be a professor. I'm going to give you my resignation," she told him calmly.
"Heather, you don't have to leave. I didn't know this would upset you that badly. When I came back and saw you reading that bondage magazine and squirming in your chair, I thought it turned you on. It sure as hell turned me on. I had to have you. Granted...you shouldn't have been reading it here but...I don't want you to leave." He looked sincerely sad.
"Fuck your teaching assistants much?," she joked lightly, but held her breath waiting for his answer.
"Hell, no," he grumbled. "Just you. Believe me...I've wanted you since I first met you."
"It has nothing to do with you," she admitted. "I don't regret what just happened. I decided I would rather lean toward research."
His face flooded with relief. "Good. Since you won't be working for me anymore, do you want to have dinner?" He looked hopeful.
She sidled up to him and put her arms around his neck. "Why yes...I just might do that."
He clamped his mouth over hers, leaning back against his desk, pulling her with him so that her body leaned into his. He kissed her with a passion that left her no doubt that he was more than interested in a future relationship.
When she pulled away, he laughed and told her softly, "I'll never be able to look at this desk again without getting hard."
"Mmmm.....good. I guess that means you will think of me when I'm gone." She climbed over the chairs delicately and retrieved her shoes. When she got back to the front of the classroom, she opened the closet and lugged out her backpack.
She hefted her backpack up onto her back and kissed Alex lightly on the mouth. "By the way, Alex...." She leaned over, snatched the magazine from his desk and stuffed it into her pack, closing the zipper after it was secure. "I'm taking your magazine."
She smiled as she walked toward the door.
"Just don't try anything without me," he replied in a low, husky voice.
She pulled the door open and turned around to shoot him a seductive, sexy smile. "I wouldn't dream of it. I just thought maybe I should...study."
She slipped through the door and let it quietly close behind her. She could hear his laughter ringing behind her until the door finally clicked closed and she started down the hall, smiling a secret, mysterious smile for a very long time.
*****
A Forfeit For A Cowboy (The Pleasure Of His Punishment: An Erotic Sex Story Of Sexual Submission)
Tears leaked from Jenna Hall’s eyes as she sat swinging in a porch swing on her best friend's porch, one leg hugged up to her chest and the other on the ground, keeping herself swinging at a steady pace.
The man she loved was getting married tomorrow…to a city woman with 36D breasts and platinum blond hair. She was gorgeous and perfect in every way. Jenna hated her.
She reached up and swiped at the tears, angry with herself for giving in to her emotions....again. Why couldn't she just forget Tom Caldwell? It wasn’t as if they had any sort of relationship. He was the stepson of the owner of the ranch that bordered her daddy's to the south. Her best friend Brody's ranch was on the north border, the place where she was currently hiding to drown her sorrows.
The porch swing, the porch and everything else she was sitting her butt on right now belonged to Brody. He had been her closest friend since they were children and sh
e spent more time here at Brody's than she did at her own daddy's ranch.
She didn't spend much time at Tom's stepfather's ranch anymore. She used to hang around there whenever Tom was home, hoping he'd take some notice of her, but it never happened.
"You owe me a forfeit," the deep, low voice behind her startled her.
Brody. Her big, brawny, stable best friend. He was always a welcome sight to her with his ready smile and steady demeanor. She supposed he was a handsome man. A tall, rugged cowboy dressed in his usual jeans, a rodeo belt buckle, t-shirt, boots and his always present brown Stetson. His hair was a light brown that nearly matched his eyes. He had the build of a cowboy who worked on his land. Muscular and tan.