The F#ck It List: The Complete Story (5 page)

I
smooth
the skirt down my legs as I pause in front of the Professor's office. I'd put on my most professional outfit before coming here. An outfit I plan to use for interviewing for jobs once I graduate. I need the armor for this meeting. My teeny tiny outfit had been a complete disaster.

After waking up twisted in sheets from incredibly erotic dreams, I decided to say fuck the fuckit list. It was making me too crazy and now I was in over my head. At this point, I hope he'll softball this paper. The topic is way above and beyond my usual coursework and I have no interest in a Masters in chemistry. I just want to pass with a decent grade.

Nerves flutter in my belly, making me a bit nauseous. It's incredibly early; his office hours are way before the first early classes begin. No one's around, everyone still in bed like sane people.

Telling myself to woman up, I raise my hand and knock on the door.

"Come in."

I open the door and step inside, barely past the door frame.

He's standing behind his desk, only a small lamp giving off a small glow to the room. "Close the door behind you," he says.

I do, stepping in a bit further. His office smells of his vanilla pipe tobacco, like he'd just finished smoking. His walls are covered with leather bound books on brown shelves. A large wooden desk sits in the center of the room, the surface completely bare except for a ruler. A leather chair rests behind it. There's nowhere for me to sit. Am I supposed to stand at attention or something?

"Approach the desk." His voice is frigid and stern.

With an audible gulp, I obey his command after dropping my bag on the floor, my steps slow and tentative. Why is he being so cold and scary? How badly am I screwing up this class? Am I failing? I'll do anything he wants if he'll help me pass. What am I doing here? What have I gotten myself into?

I reach his desk and stare at him across it, my heart beating hard in my chest. So hard I start to worry the buttons on my white shirt will burst open and scatter across the floor.

Before I can open my mouth to throw myself on his mercy, he steps out from around the desk and slams me across the hard surface. My hands shoot out and slap the wood, gripping the edges of it as I squeal in shock.

What in the actual fuck? What is going on? What is he doing? I need to get out of here, this is not what I signed up for.

One of his hands pins me down by the center of my back. His ruler rests right in front of me.

I struggle against him. "Professor?"

"Remain still, please, Amanda. And keep your hands there on the desk."

"Uh, okay, Professor." What the hell have I gotten myself into? I gulp and squeeze my eyes shut, strangely exhilarated, but still scared and confused.

His other hand travels down to my ass, rubbing over first one cheek and then the other before dipping into the crack.

My chest tightens as I gasp. It wasn't a rumor. Is he going to fuck me? Please, let him fuck me.

This time his hand comes down on my ass with a slap. "I know what you were doing the other day in class."

I squeal, shock and pain burning through me. "What?"

He spanks me again, this time on the other side. "You will address me as Professor."

"What, Professor?"

"The way you were dressed."

I don't know what to say. Or do. A bit of shame starts to build inside me. I should get up and leave. And then report him. Why am I still bent over his desk with my hands in place?

The pain and heat from his strikes spread, heading directly for my pussy. Pain and pleasure battle for dominance. And I give in. Hadn't I fantasized about just this the night I made the fuckit list? Being a naughty schoolgirl punished by the professor?

Again, his hand comes down on me. I rock against the surface of the desk from the force of it. I'm unable to hold back a cry of pain-pleasure.

He keeps spanking me, saying nothing for a few moments, the only noise in his office my gasps, moans, and cries and the slap of his hand against the tender skin of my ass.

What is wrong with me? Why am I enjoying this? I never thought I was a masochist, but based on the state of my panties, I need to rethink it.

"You kept thrusting your breasts at me, your nipples hard and almost slipping over the top. Those tiny little shorts, your ass cheeks hanging from the back. Then, on the quad in a little sun-dress with your breasts spilling out yet again. Letting that boy touch you for all to see."

The spanking halts and he shoves his hand between my legs, slipping between the fabric and my skin. He grabs my soaked pussy with harsh fingers.

"I don't think you're learning your lesson."

"What lesson, Professor?" My voice is strangled as I rotate my hips, trying to get him to slip inside me.

"I'm not impressed with the way you came dressed to our first meeting. In fact, I'm quite disappointed, especially after I've seen your more recent attire." His fingers pinch my clit and then he pumps inside me twice before pulling away.

I almost sob, wanting him back. Wanting him to fuck me. Hard. To pound into me from behind the way Scott had, and spanking me the whole time.

"I'm sorry, Professor."

"I think I should use something else to really make sure the lesson hits home." He grabs the ruler off his desk.

My eyes widen and I grip the desk harder.

"Lift up your skirt."

"Yes, Professor." I take my hands off the desk and grasp the sides of my skirt, raising the fabric with nervous and slow movements, my heart pounding and ass burning. The fabric of the skirt rubs against my sore flesh, making it sting even more. I wince and keep my eyes on the window covered with maroon curtains, gulping once I have the skirt bunched up around my waist, revealing my cherry-red thong.

He plucks the band of my red thong, snapping it against my sensitive ass. I moan. My nipples harden even more against the desk and my fingers dig around the edge of it.

His hand rubs lightly over the cheeks of my ass, barely grazing the skin. I raise my lips, wanting more contact.

The ruler comes down on my backside with a brutal sting. I cry out, stunned at the pain, but it burns and morphs into a heat shooting straight to my core.

"Your ass is turning such a lovely shade of crimson. It almost matches your thong."

I moan again in response.

The ruler strikes the underside of my ass, incredibly close to my pussy. Then each of the back of my thighs. I tremble and shake, disturbingly close to climax.

A flurry of smacks rains down on my ass and thighs and even occasionally my pussy until I'm biting my lip to keep from screaming. My skin is on fire and my panties are drenched with desire.

The ruler clatters onto the desk beside me as I pant and he releases my back, my nipples so hard I expect them to score into the wood. He comes around to the other side of the desk and stands in front of me, his dick bulging inside his pants.

"Have you learned your lesson yet?"

I squirm, my ass burning, but wanting more. I don't want this to be over. "I don't think so, Professor."

"Dress for the job you want." His hand comes to rest on the back of my head with just the slightest pressure.

I smile and reach my hands out to the buckle of his belt. He's giving me the chance to make up for it with a blowjob.

I release him from his pants and he's big. Not as wide as Scott, but still way bigger than Adam. He's thin, but long, maybe even a little longer than Scott. The end of him crooks up a little. He would pierce deep inside me.

With a greedy mouth, I swallow his cock, grabbing the base and bob up and down on him. The desk is cutting into my belly and my backside is still bare for anyone to see if they came in.

I shudder at the thought of being caught like this. My behind as red as my thong, probably with welts from the ruler. And Professor Roux still basically fully clothed with his dick stuffed into my mouth.

If only it was stuffed somewhere else.

The hand still on my head digs into my hair and he fists it, yanking the strands as he starts moving in my mouth faster. Who knew I would ever enjoy sucking cock? And now, I owe Scott the same favor.

The Professor's is different than Scott's. It doesn't hurt my jaw as much to wrap around him, but it goes in a little bit farther. He tastes different too, a little sweeter, a little muskier. He isn't as light and fresh as Scott, but not in a bad way. I like it almost as much. It reminds me of his pipe smoke, like it's infused deep into him.

He starts moving even faster and harder, pumping in and out of my mouth. All I can do is keep my throat relaxed and mouth open and take it. He fucks my face like Scott did and I love it.

It's one of my new favorite things. I have a lot of new favorite things.

My pussy throbs, soaking my panties even more. I want nothing more than for him to rip out of my mouth and plunge into me and fuck me senseless. But I have a feeling that isn't what's in the cards today. Today is about my punishment for being a naughty tease.

I can't wait for his next office hours.

I release the desk with one of my hands and I start to bring it down to my pussy, desperate for touch there, desperate for release. Before I reach it, he spanks me again, never breaking his stride.

I growl around his cock and his hand comes down on my rear twice more and his grip on my hair grows harsher. He yanks, bringing me down on his dick until I gag.

"You're lucky you have such a hot mouth and I'm feeling forgiving." His voice is strained, showcasing his desire.

I suck on him, grazing the side of his cock with my teeth. His hisses and thrusts harder. It pleases me, him finally showing a slight loss of control.

The Professor stiffens all the way in my mouth and his cum spurts and coats the back of my throat. He's in so deep, I barely taste it.

Once he finishes shuddering, he releases me and steps back, his dick sliding away. I give the tip a quick lick before it's completely out. He grunts and tucks himself back inside his pants.

"Get off of my desk."

I scramble to obey, plucking at my skirt to get it back into place. My pussy clenches, still so desperate for touch, for filling. The Professor steps close to me, reaching into the opening of my shirt and tweaks one of my nipples.

"I trust you'll have these a little more readily available next time."

My eyes close and my hips jerk towards him. 'I will, Professor."

"Excellent." He turns away and returns to his desk. "Close the door behind you."

I shudder at his repeated words. I grab my bag, leave his office, and hurry down the hall to one of the bathrooms. Classes will be starting soon, but I should have a few minutes alone and I don't have time to go home and come back to campus.

But I can't spend the day like this. Hot and horny with sopping panties.

Inside the bathroom, I check to make sure no one else is in here. It smells of disinfectant and bleach and all the toilet seats are up. No one's been in here since the night cleaning crew came through.

Maybe I should text Scott and see if he's up for a little fun. But I can't wait.

I go into the last stall and lock it behind me, slamming the toilet seat down. I pull my skirt back up, wincing as it scrapes against my raw flesh, and pull my thong down.

I hiss as I sit down, my ass is so sore. It was going to be a constant reminder for the rest of the day. Maybe for a couple days. I grin at the thought. Turns out, the Fuckit List is just what I needed. It is fun as hell. The whole thing is back on.

Propping one of my legs on the toilet roll holder, I slide my fingers into my slit, rubbing hard at my clit. I feel a little ridiculous getting myself off in the bathroom like a twelve-year-old boy who just saw his first
Playboy
, but I don't care. I need release. Now.

I remember what his hand and ruler felt like coming down on me, how dirty it felt, how forbidden. I had enjoyed being punished by the Professor a little too much. I had enjoyed being used and abused for his pleasure.

I rub faster, my head titling back and my eyes closing. I plunge three of my fingers inside me, wishing it was his cock. I slam them over and over, but it still isn't enough. I reach into my shirt just like he had and grab one of my nipples and give them a fierce pinch. My ass still sore, my nipple aching, I pull out to rub my clit, pressing down on it. The ache builds and waves over me, my skin flushing and tightening. I stiffen and jerk, my breath coming in gasps.

I keep my eyes closed until my breaths calm and even out.

My body is jelly, finally relaxed after the delicious stress of the morning. I clear my throat, a little embarrassed now that the afterglow has faded away. When I recap all this for Scott at brunch this weekend, I'll leave this part out.

I've never done anything like this. Like any of this. Fucking my best friend almost every way there is to fuck someone. Erotic dreams. Seducing my professor for a better grade and getting spanked for my trouble and then sucking his dick. Getting myself off in the bathroom.

Who am I becoming? Is this who I've always been, but was buried deep down while I was busy being who I thought I was supposed to? Or am I just addicted to the game? If the former, would I be able to give this up once it was time to start my regular life and be a grownup? Or is there another option? Something that hasn't occurred to me?

I slide my underwear all the way off my legs, not wanting to spend the rest of the day with wet panties on. After shoving them in the pocket of my bag, I stand and adjust my clothes, checking to make sure there are no telltale signs of my filthy morning.

My hair is completely insane, so I throw it into a messy bun. With one last check in the mirror at my still flushed face, I leave. I have just enough time to grab a coffee before my first class.

S
till sore from
our last meeting, I knock on the Professor's door, no hesitation, only excitement this time. At his call to enter, I slip inside, closing the door behind me. The vanilla tobacco scent of his office embraces me. A scent that's now familiar and brings to mind very naughty, dirty things. From now on every time I smell vanilla, I'm going to remember him and everything he did to me.

Professor Roux stares at me, taking in my schoolgirl uniform. I try not to fidget, nervous tension skittering through me. I hope this is what he meant. I have on a tiny little plaid gray and blue skirt that barely covers me, no underwear, and a blue cardigan only held together by two buttons. My breasts spill over the top, my nipples almost coming out and my midriff shows, my belly button ring flashing in the dim light.

I'd worn a big raincoat over top of it which I shoved in my bag before knocking. No way was I walking across campus dressed like this.

"That's much better."

Relief soothes away my nerves. "Thanks, Professor."

"Come here." His voice is stern, his expression revealing nothing.

I toss my bag to the same spot by the door and walk over to him. I look up through my lashes, meeting his blazing blue eyes. I sure am a sucker for blue eyes.

"Bend over the desk."

Another round of naughty schoolgirl? I hope it ends with me getting fucked this time. I saunter to the desk, making sure to brush my tits against his arm. I place my hands in the same spot and lay my top half across his desk, my ass in the air, my skirt riding up, revealing the bottom curve of my ass cheeks. The only thing on his desk is the ruler, just like before.

He comes to stand beside me and flips up my skirt, a small hiss escaping when he sees my lack of underwear. His hand grazes my sore skin, his fingers tracing the marks still branded onto me.

"Beautiful. Does it still hurt?"

My breath shortens from his light touch. "A little."

"But you learned your lesson."

"I did, Professor."

"Excellent."

His hand teasing me drives me crazy. "Please, Professor."

"Please, what?"

I splutter, my pussy already growing wet. "Spank me, fuck me, touch me, anything. Just please."

The Professor shoves his hands between my legs, grabbing my pussy in that same way as before which makes it pulse against his palm. I don't know what it is about that, but it is one of the hottest things ever done to me. He clenches his hand, gripping me harder. I moan and push back against him.

He steps away, his hand disappearing from me. An embarrassing whine escapes my throat.

"Stand up and turn around."

I push up with my hands from the desk and spin to face him. He steps close and grips my upper arms, before burying his face in my neck, kissing and licking his way down my collar bone, nipping at the heaving flesh above my sweater.

"Take off your shirt," he commands.

I bring trembling fingers up to my cardigan and pop open the buttons, my breasts clad in a tiny, white, see-through bra spring from it. My nipples poke at the fabric. I let the sweater slide off my arms and down to the floor.

"Bra too."

I slip the straps off first before reaching back to unclasp my bra. It joins my sweater on the floor.

His eyes narrow on my tits and hard nipples. "Leave everything else."

I nod and bite my lip. "Yes, Professor."

He gestures towards the desk behind me. "Now, sit on the desk and open your legs."

I shiver and obey, hopping up and hitch my skirt up so I'm completely on display. The chilly air of his office brushes against my open pussy. The wool of the skirt scratches at my ass, but the desk is cool on the back of my legs.

He takes off his bow-tie first and then shrugs from his tweed jacket. He releases the cuffs of his shirt and unbuttons the middle with torturous and slow movements. He tosses both onto his leather chair. His chest is pale and lean with defined muscles and not a hint of body fat.

He is seriously fucking hot.

I want to lick him all over, to taste every forbidden inch of him.

He walks over to me and runs his hand up my legs and up my skirt, teasing fingers making feather light touches against the inside of my thighs and over my mound. My legs twitch in response, opening wider, inviting him to explore further.

Instead, he continues up my body until he reaches my tits, plucking my nipples. The sting shoots through me, traveling up and down from the top of my head to the tips of my toes. I suck in a hissing breath through my nose.

"You have the most glorious breasts, Amanda."

I smile a little, pleased with his words. "Thank you, Professor."

He takes both of my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, twisting and pulling. I almost come off the desk and attack him, barely controlling myself and instead wrapping my legs around his waist instead to bring him closer.

His hard bulge covered by his pants is scratchy against my pulsing, wet cunt. I rub against him, needing the friction.

It's strange being naked in front of someone who is basically a stranger. With Scott, it was different. I know him better than I know anyone and I was also a little bit tipsy the first time. And heartbroken.

But with Professor Roux, I can't believe myself. I am sensual and fearless and probably not a little bit crazy, but it feels amazing and freeing.

And the taboo of it all turns me on even more. The fear of getting caught. It’s forbidden. I could get expelled and he would get fired. Or maybe Sara could catch us and join in. Two items checked off my list at once.

The thought makes me tremble with excitement. I like this new side of me. Taking risks and trying new things. If they were all this pleasurable, I was in for some truly wonderful few months.

And. I. Could. Not. Wait.

He slams me back against the desk and jerks my legs open as far as they will go. One of his hands returns to my breasts, switching back and forth between them, and the other slides into my drenched pussy. He pushes several fingers inside me with no warm up or warning, stretching me to the brink of pain. I moan and try to open my legs more, squirming and gasping. I’m on the border of too-much when his thumb strokes my clit and I settle into not-enough.

It feels amazing.

He twists his hand and my pelvis rises from the top of the desk, my eyes rolling in the back of my head. His head comes down and he takes one of my nipples into his mouth as he keeps twisting and pumping into my pussy.

My pulse speeds into overdrive and every single one of my nerves cries out as warmth washes over me. He sucks hard on my nipple and twists his fingers in just the right way, hitting just the right spot.

I come apart.

I shudder and jerk and tremble and groan, his office spinning. I stare at the ceiling and gasp for breath once he pulls away from me.

Before my body stills and calms, he bends my legs up so my heels rest on the edge of the desk. I am completely open to him. He kneels down and takes my still clenching pussy into his mouth, sucking at the center of me so hard I see sparkling colors glitter across the ceiling of his office.

He pulls away and looks up the length of my body at me. "I did not give you permission to come."

"I'm sorry, Professor." A total lie. I am not sorry at all. It had been amazing and I regret nothing. At. All.

He leans back, a grim smile pulling at the corner of his lips. "You will be."

My heart skips a beat, wondering what the hell he has in store for me now. If he doesn't fuck me, I will regret it. I want him to fuck me more than I want extra credit right now.

His hand comes down straight on the center of my pussy with a gentle slap. My legs twitch in response and I gasp. It doesn't really hurt, but it surprises me. He slaps it again, each strike getting a little harder, but nowhere near as hard as he'd spanked my ass. A flurry of strikes rains down, the sound loud in the otherwise quiet office, my moans and squeals joining the noise.

"You must learn to follow the rules, Amanda. There are consequences for our actions."

I can barely focus on his words, too overcome with arousal and a little bit of shame for enjoying this so much. He grabs the ruler from the desk and my breath falters. He's going to use that there?

He gently slaps first one breast, then the other.

The Professor smacks my nipples and the tops and sides of my tits with the ruler, over and over until my breasts turn the same color as my ass. My arms tremble as they fight to keep me upright. The sting spreads throughout my tits and shoots straight to my core, making it tingle with arousal.

His intense stare meets my eyes, his expression still stern, but his pupils are dark. He's loving every minute of this.

So am I.

My head falls back and my eyes close as he alternates uses the ruler on my tits and my core. I fucking love being a naughty, punished schoolgirl.

The ruler clatters onto the desk and his whole hand comes down with a harder strike than the others over my cunt and the crevice of my ass. I cry out and raise my pelvis, another orgasm hovering over the edges. My eyes are scrunched shut so tight I see the night sky.

And suddenly, his cock is sheathed fully inside me. I didn't even know he had pulled his pants down. I cry out, my hands slapping the smooth wood, searching for purchase on the slippery surface. Everything is extra sensitive and it's almost too much. It's too much. Too strong.

He grabs me by the hips and slams into me again. He hits a deeper spot within me. A spot that's never been touched. Even farther than Scott, though barely. The crook in his dick reaches up and presses against my G-spot.

With my first orgasm barely over, the second builds fast. He pumps in only a couple more times and that's all it takes for me to cry out and clutch his arms, needing any anchor to keep me from sailing away.

He pulls out of me with a growl. "Again? I told you. You are not allowed to come without my permission."

I fight to catch my breath. "Sorry, Professor."

"That's not good enough. I've tried to be patient with you, but you are a slow learner."

He yanks me up and forces me to bend down across the desk. I can barely stand so he does most of the work of getting me in position. At this point, I don't care what he does to me, I know whatever it is, I'll enjoy it.

"I thought I made it clear, you are here at my sufferance. You are here because you want something from me." The ruler comes down on my ass with a smack. "If you want your extra credit, you are to dress and act appropriately. You have to follow the rules." His ruler comes down again.

"Yes, Professor." My voice is breathless and squeaky from the searing pain on my ass.

"You seem to have a hard time learning. Instead of working harder on my class, you came dressed with the intent to seduce me and tease me to get a better grade. But when it came time for you to earn your higher grade, you came dressed like a dowdy secretary. And here you are, and I thought you were finally getting it, but you haven't earned an orgasm yet. You took it without permission. Twice."

"Yes, Professor. Sorry, Professor."

He continues to spank the skin that still burns and aches from the day before. It hurts, a lot, but somehow it still makes we even wetter. Who am I? How do I like this? Is there something wrong with me?

When Scott had been rough with me, it had been my favorite part. And now I'm getting spanked across a desk just like what happens in those naughty books I enjoy so much, and it's one of the hottest experiences of my life.

Is this why sex was so boring with Adam? Because he'd never been rough. He hadn't been too romantic and sweet either, but is this what was missing? A little bit of rough play and pain thrown in? Giving up a little bit of control?

Or am I just having fun exploring these new sex adventures?

Either way, I'm definitely making up for all the lost time now.

Professor Roux's ruler comes down with one final, brutal, spank. It reverberates throughout my entire body, flushing my nerves with heat and desire.

He kicks my feet farther apart and rubs my aching cheeks. "Have you learned your lesson?"

"Yes, Professor."

"Wonderful. You're finally learning. You're finally understanding the rules. That's good."

His hand darts between my thighs and he pinches my clit. I gasp and moan, opening my legs wider. I can't get them wide enough. He pinches it again. He's trying to drive me completely crazy and it's working. His other hand grabs my side ponytail and he yanks it until my head rises from the desk.

"Do you have any idea how sexy you are? Bent over my desk, your ass red from a spanking, your little schoolgirl dress bunched around your waist, your soaking wet pussy glistening and begging to be fucked?"

I don't know how to respond. He keeps pinching me and my scalp stings from his grasp on my hair and his words send a thrill rushing through me. I'm wound so tight, one more pinch and I may shatter and come again without permission.

I enjoy the punishment so much, I don't care.

The Professor bends over me and nips the back of my neck with his teeth. His fingers, soaked with my juices, slides up the back of me and he shoves two of them into my tight back ring.

I'm still a virgin back there, and I'm not sure he's the one I want to give that up to, but I am flying so high I can't think of anything he might do to me that I would say no to. And anal sex is definitely on my list of things to try. I've been developing another list. Not just people to fuck, but sexual acts to try.

I want to be tied up and blindfolded, I want someone to take my ass, I want to fuck a woman, I want to be fucked outside, I want to give or have an orgasm in public, I want to be penetrated in all my holes at the same time, I want to be covered in whipped cream and chocolate sauce and have it licked off me, I want to try anal plugs and nipple clamps and shibari and maybe even a riding crop. I've been doing a lot of research online and there's so many possibilities out there. So many toys.

I may have missed the beginning of the party, but I’m going to sample everything on offer now that I’m here.