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Authors: Josie Leigh

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It was during one of those visits nearly three months ago that he’d made a grave mistake that would haunt him for years to come. She’d become attached to him, even though everything that occurred between them was straight vanilla. He wanted to blame it on intoxication, but he knew the real reason. It was the week classes started, and watching Miss Carson that first week, looking so deliciously and deceptively innocent, he’d set out that night in need of blowing off some steam before he called her to his office under false pretenses and fucked her against his desk. Although, that ended up happening anyway, hadn’t it?

“Oh poo,” she frowned. “Well, call my assistant when you get back to town and we’ll schedule drinks for the next time I’m here to visit. There’s always the Christmas party, too.”

“Sounds good, Mrs. Carrington,” he said, formally, before leaving his office for the weekend. More than glad he’d decided to leave his car in long term parking at the airport for the weekend, in case she decided to be nosy, which wasn’t a reach. He definitely needed to come up with a better strategy to shut the benefactress down without affecting the fundraising efforts of the department. If he was indelicate, he’d never make it past his tenure review in the spring.

**

When the Professor motioned for her to exit her vehicle when she arrived at the terminal that evening, she knew she’d pushed him too far that morning. He handled her roughly as he shoved her into the passenger seat of her older model Ford Taurus and buckled her in before getting behind the wheel of her car.

“I didn’t want to have to change the plans, because I’m not happy about having to drive my sub’s car, but it couldn’t be helped,” he growled as he merged with the airport traffic.

“I’m sorry, Sir,” she offered, sympathetically.

“It’s not your fault that I have to be deceptive, Miss Carson,” he frowned. “But you do have some sins to atone for when we reach my house.”

“I know, Professor,” she said, looking down at her hands. “I got carried away this morning.”

“Did you make yourself come?”

“No, Sir, but it was really close. I shouldn’t have taken the risk,” she sighed.

“I’m glad you recognize that, however, you must still be punished,” he nodded.

“I understand.”

 

“Good, now, I had something come up this weekend, and we’ll have to travel a few towns over to attend an engagement party for a friend,” he started, looking perplexed at his extension of the invitation, “My friend, Starla, is a sweet woman, however misguided, and expressed an interest in setting me up. I am taking you to act as a buffer against the wolves,” he laughed, and her heart sank in the knowledge that he wasn’t inviting her because he actually wanted her with him. “When we are there, I’d like for you to call me by my first name, Damien.”

“Okay?” she asked, looking uncomfortable at the personalization of the relationship in light of the lackluster invitation.

“I am not ashamed of you or the relationship we are entering into, but this particular friend and her fiancé are not aware of my preferences nor is she aware of my involvement in this sort of lifestyle. Like you said at dinner, people tend to want to dissect our reasons for doing what we do, instead of just accepting that it’s personal and not a cry for help,” he rolled his eyes.

“Of course, Sir.”

“Good,” he said, pulling his garage door opener from his pocket and activating it. “Because although we’ll be outwardly vanilla tomorrow, I have plans to make it an evening you won’t forget,” he smiled, wolfishly at her as he put her car in park and closed them inside his garage.

“I can’t wait, Sir,” she blushed.

“Neither can I,” he said like a dark promise. “But first things first,” he whispered, reaching over the seat to release the catch on her seat belt. “Get your errant ass into that house right now. Strip down completely and stand at the foot of my bed, facing the headboard. If you aren’t in position by the time I meet you, your punishment will be much more severe,” he warned.

“Yes, Professor,” she said, her breath betraying her excitement as she raced into his house, leaving him to gather his soft case and items from her back seat.

 

 

Chapter 11

Sabrina rushed through the Professor’s house to complete her tasks before he joined her in his bedroom. Just as she took her position at the foot of his bed, he swept into the room behind her. She didn’t know how he’d punish her, but the excitement she felt at the possibilities was palpable.

“Feet flat on the floor, bend at the waist and press your cheek to the duvet, arms spread out on either side of you,” he ordered. Instantaneously, she moved to obey the command. “Don’t bend your knees,” he scolded, placing a light tap on the front of her thighs to remind her to lock her knees again. “Spread your legs apart wider,” he coached. When she was finally in the proper position, she looked back at him. A smile illuminated his features as he looked her over. He’d removed his jacket and tie and rolled up the sleeves on his white dress shirt, but he still looked imposing with his erection tenting his black dress slacks. In his left hand, though, her eyes finally fell upon the implement that would administer her punishment, a wooden yardstick used to discipline misbehaving school children. The sight of it alone almost had her convulsing in orgasm.

Laying the yardstick on the bed beside her, he moved behind her and leaned over her body, his cock nestled between the cheeks of her ass. “Are you ready to receive your punishment, my naughty, naughty pupil?” he hissed against her ear, the buttons from his shirt digging into her spine, delectably.

“Yes, Professor,” she said, breathlessly as he stood again and palmed her ass, roughly. “You need to keep this beautiful ass in the air the whole time, understand?” he asked.

“Absolutely, Professor,” she agreed.

“Now, we’ve not discussed safe words, do you have one you’d like to use?” he quirked an eyebrow at his question.

“I prefer to speak in colors, Sir,” she informed him.

“Green, Yellow, Red?” he clarified.

“Yes, Professor.”

“Very well,” he nodded. “We will go to fifteen, and after each group of five, I want you to shout your apology to me. There should be a different apology for each set,” he explained, retrieving the large ruler from beside her. “I’m not going to bind you, this time, but if you prove you cannot keep still, you won’t have the option next time. I think it goes without saying that you do not have permission to come.”

“I understand, Professor,” she panted out as she watched him slide the yardstick into position in his hand.

She was no amateur when it came to punishment, so as he was preparing, so was she, taking deep calming breaths, preparing her body for what she was about to experience. The first slap of the wood against the swell of her ass was blissful and she felt her wetness start to seep out of her. The second slap was harder, but still incredible, as it landed at the juncture of her thighs. He alternated where the blows landed from the top of her ass to the tops of her thighs and on the fifth slap she shouted, “I’m sorry I talked to Dan today and let him flirt with me, Professor.”

Each slap built with intensity and after the ninth slap she struggled to keep up. Her legs were shaking with the effort to not only stay upright for him, but also to stave off the orgasm she’d been on the edge of since the third blow.

“I’m sorry I almost made myself come in your class, Professor,” she whimpered after the tenth time the sound of the wood cracking against her ass echoed through the room.

“Your color, my student,” he asked before continuing.

“Approaching yellow, Professor,” she answered.

“Excellent,” he said. “These next five are going to be hard and fast, just like I’m going to fuck you when I finish. Your last apology better be a doozy or you’ll be out of luck for the evening on getting any sort of relief for the fire building in you. And I’ve got a long night planned, Miss Carson.”

His promise was so erotic that she couldn’t even find the words to respond. Luckily, she didn’t have to as the last five swats of her punishment rang out in rapid succession against the swell of her ass. Just as promised, they were the hardest to take, but by the last one, he’d sent her flying into the outer reaches of sub space. Vaguely remembering her task, she whispered, “I’m sorry I tried to provoke you into a scene following your class, Sir. I didn’t mean to try and top you.”

“You’ve learned your lesson well, my student,” he growled, harshly as he dropped the yardstick at her feet and quickly pulled his shaft free of his pants and sheathed it. “You have done well to realize the true reason for your punishment. You may come,” he told her as he plunged into her soaked pussy.

**

“Fuck!” he shouted as he pounded into Sabrina from behind. She did well to maintain her position, not moving while he fucked her. “You are wetter than you’ve ever been, Miss Carson. You weren’t lying when you said you were a pain queen,” he shouted with a twist of his hips that sent her into convulsions as she came violently around him. “Shit!” he exclaimed, pulling out of her and dropping to his knees behind her, licking at the wetness she’d just produced. “Damn, baby, you flooded me out,” he chuckled, lapping at her slit until she crested into orgasm again, her legs barely able to keep her upright. “Climb into the center of the bed, lay on your back and push those gorgeous tits together, my student,” he commanded, pulling the condom from his cock and following her onto the bed. Stopping only to coat his dick in the wetness still clinging to her folds, he straddled her chest, sliding his well lubricated erection into the valley of her breasts.

His first thrust between her tits was perfect. He couldn’t remember the last time something as basic and simple as a TF had gotten him this excited. “Lick the tip when it peeks through, my student,” he choked out the order, and nearly lost himself when the first swipe of her gifted tongue met the bell end of his cock as it slammed through. On the next thrust, her tongue swirled around him before sucking lightly on his tip, sending him careening over the edge of his orgasm. Moving swiftly, he rose above her to coat each breast with his come, groaning out his release. Looking down at her pleased expression and the glow of her breasts in the moonlit bedroom, his cock, which had been softening after his release, started to throb, aching for her pussy again.

Hoisting himself from the bed, he retrieved a wet wash cloth from his bathroom and took great care to clean himself off of her breasts.

“You are incredible,” he praised as he cleaned her.

“Thank you, Sir,” she shivered against his touch, betraying the fact that she was still completely aroused.

“Turn over, let me see your ass,” he ordered. “Your skin turns an amazing color when it’s punished,” he breathed. “I’m already looking forward to the next time you require a reminder of your place, Miss Carson.”

“So do I, Professor,” she grinned at him over her shoulder.

“Fuck, that was beautiful,” he breathed, retrieving another condom from the cherry cabinet near his bed. “I’m not sure when I am going to let you sleep again, my student. Everywhere I have you, your mouth, your cunt, your tits, is like a dream. I may have to fuck each of them a few more times, just to ensure they are, in fact, real,” he told her as he rolled the condom onto his length again.

“I can’t wait, Professor,” she said, biting her lip on a groan as entered her again, more slowly, inch by inch until he was buried balls deep inside of her, his hands massaging her aching ass.

 

Chapter 12

 

As promised, the Professor allowed Sabrina study time the following morning. Since her midterm comprised 30% of her overall grade for the class, she buried herself in her notes. Pouring over her study guide and highlighting pertinent passages, as well as making notecards for terminology.

“I never asked you your major,” the Professor said, sitting on club chair across from Sabrina looking overdressed in his sweats in comparison to her lack of anything but her panties. Because of Sabrina’s study habits, the chair was the only place to sit in his living room. Papers and books covered the remainder of the sofa, as well as the coffee table in front of her.

Looking up from the book in her lap, she laughed, “I suppose that’s correct, but I guess we haven’t gotten to it, you know with all of the sex,” she joked.

“Well, I’m sure you’ll excuse my desire to be inside of you taking a back seat to mundane discussions about what you want to do with your life,” he said, somewhat mockingly.

“I’m not complaining,” she shrugged, pulling the cap off of her highlight. “But I’m in my last year of a degree in Supply Chain Management,” she told him.

“So my class is…”

“An elective,” she supplied. “The most important elective I’ve ever taken,” she said, looking into his pale blue eyes with unrestrained desire.

“I should punish you for not enrolling in my class earlier,” he said, returning her hungry gaze, her nipples tightening at the glint of danger she found there.

“Hmmm,” she started, turning thoughtful as his eyes moved down her body, now turning pink with arousal. “I think I just realized an issue, Sir.”

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