I walked into Professor Hale’s office with my skirt rolled so high my ass cheeks peeked out with every step. My shirt was half-unbuttoned and my tie hung loose. I know he’s about to fuss at me again for being late, but I’m hoping I can distract him from being too harsh. “You wanted to see me, professor Hale?”
He didn’t even look up at me. “Egypt, I’ve had enough. I’ve been warning you all semester, but clearly you want to repeat my class next year, so I’m failing you.”
My stomach dropped. Failed?! I dropped to my knees right there on his office floor. “Please, Professor. I’ll do anything. Anything you want. Just please don’t fail me!”
He finally looked at me, eyes dark. “Anything?”
I nodded fast. He stood, locked the door, and pulled me over his lap without another word. His hand yanked my tiny skirt up and my panties down. The first spank landed hard across both cheeks. I yelped, but he didn’t stop. He rained down spanks until my ass burned bright red and I was squirming.
Then he spread my legs wider. His palm came down directly on my pussy with sharp, stinging slaps that made me gasp and drip. He spanked my cunt over and over, each hit sending jolts through me until I was soaked and throbbing.
“This is what happens to rule-breakers,” he growled. He stood me up, bent me over his desk, and freed his cock. He shoved inside me in one thrust, using my pussy like a sleeve. No warm-up. Just hard, deep strokes that rocked the desk. He fucked me like I was nothing but a hole to empty into.
He pulled out, flipped me onto my back, and grabbed my jaw, forcing me to look at him before slamming back in. “You’ll come to this office every day after class. Free use. No complaints.”
I nodded, moaning as he used me. My cunt clenched around him while he pounded me raw. When he came, he stayed buried deep, filling me until it leaked down my thighs.
I left his office with a red ass, a sore pussy, and a new rule: I belonged to him now.




