Authors: J. S. Scott
Having no choice, Heather relinquished the magazine into his hand. She cringed as he flipped through the pages. He dropped the magazine on the chair, opened to the page that had so intrigued her.
"You know how bad this looks for you, Heather. Sitting with your feet up and hair down, intently reading a pornographic magazine while on the job," he told her quietly. "It's very naughty behavior for a graduate student who wants to impress the faculty here. If my video of you should leek out or if I told anyone about it, the news would travel fast. The world of chemists isn't that big in this area . You would have a very hard time finding a job."
"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 panted. "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.