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A+ punishments | 🔞

; optional male lead smut | ☁️

w: college!au, sub!mmc, dom!reader, student/professor relationship, ass play, sub/dom themes, spanking, milking, overstimulation

You are known around the college campus as being the young, fun professor the students feel lucky to have at least once. You're easy going enough, as well as easy on the eyes, and have a contagious laugh while not taking things too seriously. You're a laid back, carefree professor that a lot of the other faculty assume you just haven't grown out of your party phase from your days in college, but you like to think it makes you more relatable to your students.

It makes them pay more attention if the students feel as if they can connect with you, and it certainly doesn’t hurt the fact that your fun personality makes at least the male students keep their gaze on you during lectures. You have been teaching at your current college for a few years, learning what works and what doesn’t in your classes, taking on new challenges to help students learn to eventually become their favorite professor.

Even if you are relaxed, not grading too harshly or giving out too much homework if the students are at least making good grades on pop quizzes, you are by no means a doormat. Some students and even other professor’s think they can get their way most of the time, assuming you’re either too careless or too kind to be too strict.

It’s true, a few students try to flirt, but you always brush them off with a smile. Even a few of your colleagues have hit on you, but you're too involved in your work to bother. You let them know you’re flattered with a giggle, and then go back to grading papers and filling in assignments.

Of course, there are always exceptions.

“Can I speak to you for a moment?”

You would be lying if you said he hasn’t caught your eye a time or two. The star of the university’s varsity soccer team usually has that effect on people, with him being athletic, talented, and handsome as ever. You’re only a bit older than him considering he’s about to graduate. He has a reputation around the campus for being a bit of a playboy, but you assume it’s all talk. Not that you would listen in on your student’s conversations to begin with, but you can’t help it when you overhear rumors and gossip.

“Yes, Professor?”

The class has emptied by the time he walks up to you. You are settled behind your desk, papers and notebooks spread messily about as you lean against your elbows. In an instant you notice his eyes dart down to your cleavage. Your breasts press against your dress shirt to lure in his gaze, and you hide your smile at the fact.

“I’ve noticed you’ve been missing answers on the last few quizzes.” With a sigh, you pull off the thin frames covering your eyes, looking up at him with the tip between your red, matte lips. You don't miss the way he gulps as he stares down at you, tugging tighter on the strap over his shoulder from his book bag. It’s clear you have just as much of an effect on him as everyone else, but part of you enjoys it when it’s him. “Is there a problem? Are you having a hard time in my class?”

It shouldn’t come so easy for you to taunt him, noticing his audible gulp this time.

“N-No, Professor.” Finally, he tears his eyes away from you to look at the floor. His obvious nerves thrill you for some reason, but you know the sight of him stuttering and mumbling shouldn’t excite you as much as it does. “Just… busy with practice, and… other personal stuff.”

“Personal?” With that question, you rise from your chair to take a few steps around the desk, leaning against the surface with your arms crossing beneath your breasts. His eyes bounce back and forth between your cleavage and the floor, as if he’s having an internal struggle not to stare. It fuels a sudden flame within you, liking how nervous you make him.

“Just…” He sighs, rubbing the back of his neck to have you studying him now. Your eyes scan the curve of his bicep down to a few prominent veins along his arm. You admit to yourself it makes you a little hot looking at him up close and personal. The few glances you throw his way during class just haven’t been enough. Then you meet his eyes, batting your lashes a few times while waiting for him to continue. “I had a bad break-up and I’m kinda stressed and—”

“Say no more.” You raise your hands with a chuckle. “I understand. How about you stay after a few days this week and we can go over the materials and where you’re falling behind.”

“Thank you, Professor,” he simply says with a nod of his head, eyes remaining on the floor. As if he’s afraid to look at you in fear of his gaze becoming stuck.

You smile again while leaning closer. “Good. I’ll meet you in my office tomorrow afternoon.”

He nods, sports a nervous smile, and turns to head out of the room. You raise a brow with a smirk on your lips, already thinking it over in your head exactly how you will help keep his focus during class.

***

The next afternoon doesn’t come soon enough for you. After a stressful day of dealing with a headache through your morning classes, skipping lunch to grade papers, and once again having to brush off your colleagues' flirtatious advances, you're in the mood to blow off some steam.

He is waiting at the door to your office before you arrive. You're thankful he’s punctual, wanting to believe he’s eager to see what the after class tutor sessions involve. He straightens his back when he notices you, and you offer a warm smile in return.

You greet him, reaching behind him to unlock the door with a jingling set of keys. “Ready to get started?”

He nods his head quickly before following you into the office. You shut the door behind him, noticing his wide eyes scan the room around him. It’s a decent sized office made for one person. There’s a desk in the middle, a large, plush chair behind it. There’s two leather chairs on the opposite side for whoever you are meeting with to have a seat, and he quickly settles down in one of them.

You take your time pulling off your tan coat from around your body to hang on the rack. As you step to your chair with your heels clicking along the way, you notice his gaze on you out of the corner of your eye. It causes you to take the opportunity to brush your hair away from your neck as you take a seat, allowing your exposed throat, collar bones, and cleavage to catch his eye.

“So, you are having a hard time paying attention?” you ask, your voice pulling him out of the trance he was in as he remained fixated on the curves of your breasts. He clears his throat, clearly caught staring, and you hold back a chuckle.

“Yeah,” he blurts out, staring straight into your eyes. “Uh, I mean, yes… yes, ma’am.”

A wicked smile curls over your lips. “How do you think we should help you focus better?” Once again, you pull the frames from your face, pearly whites biting the end of the tip gently as your lips wrap around the plastic for only a moment. Then you pull the glasses away, leaving a red print from your re-applied lipstick.

“I-I’m not sure.” He rubs the back of his neck in the moment. You are filled with glee. You have never had this much fun with a nervous man before. It’s not anything new to leave them stuttering, fumbling, mumbling messes, but for some reason, his nervousness makes it so much more fun to you. It also helps you find him attractive, and you wonder if he even knows just how sexy you find the younger man.

“See, I think you’re just too distracted.” You sigh, pulling your body back into your chair and crossing your legs, allowing him to see the curve of your hips and thighs. You fold your arms under your breasts, pushing them up a little. It’s clear he doesn’t know which body part to soak in first. “It’s clear you need discipline. You need to be punished so you can be rewarded, then the end result is always… sweeter..”

He gulps. “M-Ma’am?”

“Have you been disciplined before?” Your tone is stern, strong, and intimidating. His jaw falls open. He isn’t sure how to answer.

“I mean… I don’t…”

You giggle, your nose scrunching innocently. “I thought so.” With that, you stand from your chair, taking your time walking around to him, hips swaying, catching his gaze like it’s stone. You rest on the desk in front of him, peering down into his eyes. “I can teach you discipline, if it’s what you want.”

He licks his lips before gulping once again. “I-I do… yes… yes, ma’am. I really do.” His voice shudders with need. You can see right through him and what he desires from you.

You smirk, knowing fully the two of you are on the same page. “Excellent.” You card your red-polished fingers through your hair, exposing more of your neck to him. “Hm… where should we begin?”

He only stares at you pondering in thought. For a second, you are silent, thinking it over before a wide smile crosses your face.

“Oh! Your last quiz!” Then you hop up from your spot, heels clicking against the tiled floor. “I’m very disappointed in your score.” You pout a little, feigning innocence though your intentions are anything but.

“I-I’m sorry…,” is all he can manage. You lean closer, gripping him lightly by the jaw. You feel his entire body tense beneath your touch.

“You don’t want me to be disappointed, do you, baby?”

Your heart races, taking a leap at the first step in crossing the line. He can either play along, or run away. It’s a risk you were willing to take when you started this little game with him, and you pray he is into it just as you are. If he’s not, you would never mention it again and go back to only being his professor.

“N-No…”

He remains settled in his seat. He never takes his eyes off you. You have him hooked. You're smiling once again. You had a feeling this would be right up his alley.

“No, what?”

“No, ma’am.”

He learns quickly, you think.

“Are you ready for your punishment?” All he can do is nod as you ask. Suddenly, you stand up straight, releasing his face to turn away from him. “Unbuckle your pants and bare your ass. Lean against the desk. Now.”

The snap in the last word makes him jump up. You hear him fumbling with buttons and zippers, clasps and bands as you walk around your desk. You don’t think you’ve ever seen a man move so fast. In the bottom drawer, you pull out a small bamboo paddle. It’s one you had delivered to your office in discreet packaging, and never had a use for it until now. His eyes grow wide when he sees the paddle, making you chuckle in return.

“I need a word,” you begin again, walking over to him. “Your safe word. What is it?” This is a new experience for him, you're sure of it. You are in control, which includes making sure both of you remain safe.

He is silent for a moment, before whispering, “Sociology.”

You refrain from bursting into giggles considering that’s the class you teach. It’s cute and clever, you think, and it’s certainly not anything a normal person would yell during sex, so you agree. You take a moment to take in the sight of his bare ass on display for you. The heart-shaped holes in the paddle will certainly leave nice little marks over his smooth skin. The thought has you giddy with excitement and dripping with anticipation.

“So,” You begin, slapping the paddle against the palm of your hand to cause him to jump, “are you ready to be my little teacher’s pet? Is this something you really want?”

He takes in a deep breath before exhaling the answer. “Yes, ma’am. Please.” He closes his eyes, voice straining. “I want to make it up to you. I don’t want to disappoint you anymore.”

“Excellent.” He can hear the wicked smirk in the word as you approach him. For a moment, you only reach to grab his ass, running your hand over the soft, delicate skin to have his body tensing. Then he relaxes a moment later. “What do you say… five hits for the five questions missed?”

You don't want to go too far for his first time. It’s good to be patient, you think. Only a little taste of punishment and it will have him coming back for more. He seems like the type that would begin to crave the release after a little teasing.

You continue palming his ass until he swiftly nods his head. “Yes.”

Then you raise your hand to land a sharp smack on his soft flesh, sending his body jerking, tensing, as a hiss releases from his mouth.

“Yes, what?”

“Y-Yes, ma’am,” he mutters before exhaling. A peek around his shoulder allows you to see the tip of his cock pressing against your desk, drawing a grin to your lips. You're eager to play with him more, exploring other parts of his body, but for now, you need to punish him. He will receive his reward later, and you will definitely make it worth it.

“Good.” You straighten your back while pulling your hand away. Taking a glance at his ass, you notice a nice, darkened handprint already forming. “Count for me, pet.” With that, you slide the slick surface of the paddle against his ass, noticing him take a deep breath. Then you raise your arm, slapping the paddle against his flesh as he hisses once again.

“O-One,” he mutters with a gasp following.

You smirk, waiting a few seconds before bringing the paddle back down onto his ass once again. He groans as the thud echoes throughout the room.

“Two…” His breaths are becoming deep. Your heart is racing. You love a new toy to play with. The first two smacks go easy on him. You want to warm him up and get him used to it first.

You bring that paddle down onto him again, watching him flench, hearing him groan and gasp. The sound is louder this time. A little harder.

“Thr… three…” He’s gulping and screwing his eyes shut. You rear back, slapping his reddening ass cheeks once again with the bamboo. The sound is even louder and he jumps from the impact. You notice his fingers digging into the desk, probably so eager to touch himself, but he doesn’t make a move without your permission.

“Four,” he chokes out, a heavy exhale following the word and you notice his jaw clenched a second later. This time, you let the paddle linger on his flesh, allowing the sting to settle in nice and hot. His thighs are trembling. His face is tense. Adrenaline rushes through your veins at the sight of him.

“Are you going to pay attention in class, my pet?”

“Y-Yes, ma’am.” He’s quick to answer. He’s learning well.

You lean into him to hover next to his ear, but he doesn’t dare look at you. “Excellent,” you whisper a second before flicking your tongue out to lick his ear. His chest heaves with need, but you quickly pull away while he releases a soft, needy whimper.

Then you pull the bamboo paddle back, landing the hardest smack yet as it thuds against his skin, sending him forward in a moment of weakness. He struggles to keep balance against the desk, thighs trembling, jaw slacked, gasping for breath.

You are satisfied for his first time. After all, he’s probably never had an older woman take control, or probably any woman for that matter. It fuels your ego and fills you with desire to see him in such a state. He’s breathless and weak and bending to your will. The perfect toy for you.

“You did good, baby,” you coo, softening the sting with gentle words and a palm against his ass. You smooth your hand over his flesh, feeling his body slack beneath your touch. “Was that okay for you?”

“Yes, ma’am,” he immediately replies as you press your lips to his cheek. He leans into your soft touches while you ease him down from the rush of being punished, grounding him with nurturing words and care. “Are you still disappointed?”

Your body aches with the question. So submissive and so eager to please you already. “No, baby. You took it so well. So proud of you.”

He groans from the praise.

“Can I…” He begins to mutter, piquing your interest.

“Hm?”

“Can I… come?”

A wicked laugh erupts from you, causing him to frown. “Oh no, baby,” you giggle, reaching to run your fingers through his hair before stroking his face with a gentle palm, “you haven’t earned that yet.”

***

Seeing him having trouble sliding into his seat the next day shouldn’t fill you with as much joy as it does. You know his ass is sore and you have been on his mind since you offered your punishments to him. It only helps him keep focused during the lecture, and you pay him no mind at all as you go over the lesson. Though, you can feel his eyes burning into you, filling you with desire through the entire hour you're with the class.

Afterwards, he lingers back as the students file out of the classroom. You resist the urge to smirk, only telling him you will see him in your office after hours. It’s good enough for him, nodding and agreeing to the arrangement to leave your anticipation rising until you see him again.

“You did well today,” you tell him once the students have gone home and the two of you are safe behind a locked door in your office. Only the janitors and a few staff roam the halls at these hours, knowing you won’t be disturbed. “You were focused on the lesson. You paid attention. Now…”

Your voice lingers as his eyes widen, looking up at you while he’s settled in a chair in front of your desk. You're propped up on the edge of the flat, wooden surface, legs crossed, a grin on your lips.

“Now it’s time for your reward.” You notice his eyes darken, ready for his prize now that he’s taken his punishment and learned a lesson. He says nothing, however, waiting for his mistress to speak. You lean in, gripping the younger man by his jaw to feel the heat of his flesh beneath your skin. He’s focused on you, hanging on to every syllable dripping in dominance and desire. “I’m going to allow you to taste me. I’m going to let you eat my pussy and make me come.”

He can’t help but lick his lips. You figured a young man like him would enjoy getting to touch you, feeling lucky enough that he is allowed to do so.

“On your knees,” you suddenly snap, and he is quick to follow the orders. He drops to his knees before you, faded denim jeans pressing to the tile floor and he keeps his eyes on you at all times. “I like it when men take their time.”

As you speak, you push yourself from the desk to your feet. Taking your time, you begin to unbutton your blouse to have his gaze burning into you. You pop each one open slowly, until it falls open to leave the sight of your black, lace bra on display for his eyes to devour. Your breasts show a hint of skin over the top, bouncing a little as you giggle and begin working on your skirt.

“I want you to enjoy eating my pussy. So you need to take your time, and do it right.” There’s a sharpness in your tone that didn’t exist before to have him on edge. If you look hard enough, you know you would already see the outline of his cock through his jeans. The thought thrills you to no end, already knowing you're going to be soaked by the time you take your panties off.

“I liked to be warmed up a little first, to give you a little taste of what’s to come,” you tell him as you push your skirt down to your heels before kicking it to the side. Now you're left in matching black panties. He studies every inch of your exposed flesh down to the V shape of your pussy between your soft thighs. He licks his lips, knowing in that moment he would do any and everything you asked of him. “Have you ever licked someone’s asshole before, baby?”

He blinks for a moment at the question. Clearly it caught him off guard. “N-No, ma’am.”

His hesitant response makes you giggle. “God, having my ass licked makes me so wet. Do you want to taste it?”

“Yes,” he rasps out, then gulps,” please.”

You find him so cute and desperate in the moment, you can’t even care that he dropped the formalities. “Excellent.”

With that, you turn around, leaning over your desk so your palms are flat against its surface. You wiggle your ass a little before instructing him to pull down your panties, slowly, and he follows the orders perfectly. He takes his time, dipping his fingers into the band of the silk to tug the fabric over your hips and the curve of your ass until he’s pulling them off of your feet. Now you're bare in your lower half, and his eyes are glued to the roundness of your ass, the softness of your skin.

“Can I… touch you?” he asks in a whisper, making you grin from ear to ear. “Please, ma’am?”

Well,” you hum, “since you asked so nicely. Grip my ass, spread it apart so you can get a better look, my pet.”

He does exactly as you say. With two eager hands, he presses his palms to your ass cheeks, spreading your folds to take in your ass and pussy slit. You have already grown wet just from anticipation. Your juices glisten beneath the harsh lights of the college.

“What do you think, my pet? Do you want to eat my ass and pussy and make me come?”

“Yes,” he groans, digging his fingers into your flesh, “yes, ma’am. Please, let me taste you. I want to make you come.”

You bury your smile in your shoulder, bending over a little more to give him better access. “Start slow, pet. Kiss me, work your way to my ass before licking me there.”

He follows the words. Leaning closer, he presses his lips to your flesh, kissing your ass cheeks one by one until he draws closer to your awaiting, puckered rim. He offers a few kisses around the rosebud, and you can’t help but to moan. His lips are soft against your flesh. He’s patient even though you know it’s killing him to be so. He follows your every word, and finally he reaches your rim, applying a few kisses over your flesh to make you gasp.

“Slowly,” you command him, trying to be mindful of your own sudden breathlessness. “Lick me slowly, take your time. I want this to last, pet. After all, it is your reward.”

He does as you say. His tongue flicks out to taste you for the first time as he drags the wet muscle over your asshole. Immediately you grow weak with need, but you don't let him notice. Instead, you focus on him tasting you, licking slow stripes over your ass before circling the rim with care. You feel yourself growing wet, dripping over your folds and down your thighs, but you keep your calm and stern demeanor.

“You’re doing so well, pet,” you praise him, hearing him groan against your ass. “Add more pressure.” He follows the words, attempting to bury the point of his tongue in your ass. The feeling makes your thighs tremble, heat swelling from below in the form of red hot desire.

As the seconds pass, he gets more into licking your ass. He palms your ass cheeks while tasting you, groaning against your flesh and circling your rim with his tongue. You allow him to do as he wishes for the moment, feeling bliss rising from the pit of your stomach. He’s a quick learner, you think, getting lost in the feel of his tongue on your body.

You know you need to continue on with the reward, however. You pull away for a moment to turn your body around. While looking down at him, you notice the wild lust igniting in his eyes. He stares up at you, his mouth glistening from his own saliva, lips parted, waiting on your next command like the good submissive he is.

It doesn’t take you long to take your seat against the desk, legs parting, watching his eyes fall to your slippery cunt. You’ve grown too aroused from the moment and feeling his mouth on your ass. Now you want to get off while still remembering this is his reward. Really, you know he needs more discipline. He needs to learn to follow orders if he’s going to be your little pet.

“Go ahead, pet,” you finally say, watching his eyes flicker with desire. “Taste me. Eat my pussy. Make me come on your tongue.”

You leave out the details of how you want it done to see if he’s learned anything. He surprises you when he leans closer, pressing his lips to your inner thigh to take his time. He trails kisses up to your pussy, but stops to tend to the opposite thigh. Once again, he kisses your flesh down to your core, and finally he reaches your mound.

There, he presses his lips to your skin to reach the apex of your sex. You shiver with anticipation. You didn’t realize how much you wanted his mouth on you, and you definitely didn’t realize how badly you wanted to come in the moment.

“Lower,” you guide him, tone still stern though you're becoming breathless. He follows the order, lowering his mouth down your drenched slit as your arousal coats his flesh. His tongue parts your folds, but then you spread your legs wider for him, giving him the full show. He takes his time once again, flicking his tongue over your swollen, throbbing clit before dipping down to the entrance of your pussy. You can’t help but to moan. You love when a submissive takes his time tasting you, wanting to make you feel good. He’s followed every instruction thus far, so you know he won’t disappoint you. “Eat my cunt out. Taste me.”

With that, you reach to wrap your hands around his head. Your fingers slip between the silky strands of his hair, pulling his mouth closer, burying his tongue deep into your awaiting pussy. The sensation has you gasping. You're already so worked up, you wonder if you can keep up your dominant role to teach him a lesson or if you will give in just to get off.

You feel his tongue thrusting inside of you. He gathers up your slippery juices and doesn’t get much of a break to pull away to swallow. You keep his head buried between your thighs. He can’t help but to reach for you, grasping at your legs, digging his fingers into your flesh. He begins to groan, whimper, even shake his head a bit, and you finally release him.

He’s gasping, face glistening beneath the light. The smirk returns to your lips once again.

“Do you like tasting my pussy, pet?” As you ask, you reach to grab a tight hold on his chin, forcing him to stare up at you.

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Tell me.”

“I love tasting your pussy, ma’am. I love being able to bury my face between your thighs. I want to make you come. Please.”

Inside his reply with a deep, needy voice is filling you with more satisfaction than you can almost handle, but you keep a solid expression. “Perfect,” as all you say, opening your legs for him once again to push his face to your cunt.

He wastes no time tending to your body. He flicks his tongue over your clit a few times before dropping down to your entrance. He gathers up your juices before circling back to the swollen bud, massaging your flesh with the flat of his tongue. You feel the bliss swelling inside your body. The tension is tightening with every circle he performs around your clit. You know you won’t last much longer. The build up is too delicious. Knowing how submissive and willing to obey he is makes you hotter than anyone you have been with before. The thoughts of all the fun you can have with him thrill you, and he’s proving to offer you pleasure with his own body as well.

“I’m getting close,” you warn him, beginning to grind your pussy against his mouth. He groans against your flesh, sending vibrations through your body in return. “Fuck, I’m gonna come so hard on your tongue. Do you want me to come, pet?”

His reply is muffled between your trembling thighs, but you don't care. You're lost in pleasure, lost in the moment. He swirls his tongue around your clit, tasting all of your juices as you drip onto his flesh. Your body is hot, overwhelmed, so ready for release, and it doesn’t take you much longer to find it.

In seconds you're coming undone. Your pussy walls tighten and you're rocking your hips against him, whimpering, moaning, crying out that you're coming. He never pulls away, making sure to ride out the pleasure along with you. Your honey spills onto his chin, your entire body trembling until it’s all too much for you to handle.

You push him away gently with a hand on his head. He sits back, studying the curves of your body as you struggle to control your breaths. Your eyes are fluttering and your lips are parted. There’s also a pool of your juices beneath you on the desk that you realize is there when you begin to move.

It only gives you another wicked idea.

Carefully, you shimmy off the desk without making any more of a mess, reaching for your panties on the floor to slip past your heels and cover yourself. He stares at you the entire time, not moving, not saying a word. He wants to make sure he did a good job, so he can’t mess up at the very end.

“Hm, seems like you’ve made me make a mess, pet.” You cross your arms beneath your breasts as you speak, looking from him to your desk where you have dripped out after coming. His eyes follow you, taking in the sight of the puddle of your own release, knowing he was the cause of you getting so wet in the first place. “Clean it up. With your tongue.”

For a moment, he hesitates. As if he’s wondering if you're actually asking him to do this. But he gives in, leaning closer, licking your juices off the desk with his tongue to completely satisfy you.

“Good boy,” is all you say, reaching to card your fingers through his messy hair until he’s gotten up every drop. “You’re such a good pet, making me come like that. Your tongue felt so good, baby.”

You sigh, continuing to pamper him by toying with his hair, making him feel relaxed even though his cock is as hard as a rock. He groans at the praise.

“You did such a good job today. I think it’s time we have a little more fun, what do you say?”

“I-I would like that. Please.”

You giggle while pulling away from him. “Not today, pet. We will save it for tomorrow.”

There's disbelief in his expression that you catch. Of course he would want to come. He’s had to endure spanking, and teasing, and tasting you. You can only imagine the torture it’s been for him, but that’s what makes it so fun to you.

“Monday, we will meet here again. You won’t touch yourself until then, understand?”

Then his eyes grow wide at the order. You're sure he’s asking himself how he can hold out until then, but you don't care. You have plans for him the next time you see him. If he follows your instructions, it will be well worth the wait.

***

An entire weekend goes by without him being able to touch himself. All of the pent up sexual frustrations were with him every second that passed until he stands before your office door, impatient, needy, and desperate.

You waltz up like it’s no big deal. You play it cool with a polite smile and a hello, asking him how his weekend was. On the inside, you're buzzing. You know the torturous wait he’s had to endure, and you plan to make it worth his while.

“Did you follow my orders, pet?”

Now that you’re safe inside behind a locked door, your stern demeanor returns. You take a seat on your desk, legs crossed, arms pushing up your breasts just to intimidate him. He is settled in the chair in front of you, eyes focused on your expression, nodding his head to reply. You raise a brow at the response, and he’s quick to correct himself.

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Really?” you inquire, a smirk on your lips. “You went all weekend with touching yourself? Without so much as even stroking your cock a few times to relieve the tension?”

“Y-Yes, ma’am.”

“Did you come at all? Did you fuck anyone?”

“No… no, ma’am.”

You notice the tension in his body. It proves his answers to be true. It’s clear he’s already so worked up at just the thought of coming. You aren't sure how he did it, but you believe him.

“Excellent.” With that, you hop off the desk and straighten your pencil skirt over your hips. “Take off your clothes. Your shirt and jeans. Down to your underwear.”

He hesitates for a moment. There’s a flicker in his eyes that isn’t sure if he should be stripping down in your office. What if someone walks in? What if the two of you get caught? But he’s too worked up to care. He needs this. He’s waited for this, and follows your commands.

He does as you say. He peels his shirt over his head, revealing soft skin and tense muscles that make your mouth water. There’s a trail of hair down below the buttons on his jeans he begins plucking. It doesn’t take him long to rid himself of the pants, his socks and shoes, and finally, his boxer-briefs.

He stands naked in your office and so does his cock. The long, thick length twitches under your gaze, growing harder by the second and you can’t help but to lick your lips at the sight of him. He’s naked and waiting, and he’s all yours.

“Lean against the desk, pet.” As you instruct him, you walk around to shuffle through the top drawer. Pulling out a small, clear bottle of lubricant, a devious smile grows on your lips before making your way back to him. He’s followed your orders like always, leaned over the desk, hands flat against its surface.

You make your way behind him. His body is tense as you place a hand on his back, the other reaching around to brush your fingers over his cock. In an instant his hips are jerking. He’s so hard and on edge, you know he won’t be able to last long if you aren't careful.

“You’ve been so patient, my pet,” you whisper in his ear, stopping a moment to lick down his neck to have him right where you want him. “Are you ready to come? Ready for me to stroke that hard cock of yours?”

“Yes,” he rasps out as if he had been holding his breath. “Please…”

You giggle while wrapping your fingers around the base of his cock in a firm grip. “Don’t dare come until I say you can, understood?”

“Yes, ma’am,” he blurts out, a little too eagerly.

You smirk while pulling away from him. You can see the tension leave his body as you notice the disappointment in his expression. Of course you can’t make it too easy for him. First you need to prep him, reaching for the bottle to pop open the cap and squeeze a few generous drops onto his cock. The tension returns to his body the moment you grip his length once again. Your fingers glide over his flesh to cover his cock in the lube, stroking him a few times just to hear the way he gasps and groans.

“That’s it, my pet,” you coo, “do you like it when I stroke your cock like this?” You remain behind him as you do so, peeking around his shoulder to see the twisted expression on his face. His lips are parted. His eyes are shut. His brow is furrowed. He’s already lost in the bliss you're offering him.

“Yes,” he whispers, then gulps, “yes, ma’am.” He’s so breathless.

Satisfied with his answer, you continue stroking him slowly. You take your time, starting from the base and working to the tip. Sounds of the sticky lubricant fill the office, mixing with his groaning and gasping before he becomes breathless. His fingers dig into the desk, ruffling and crinkling a few papers beneath, but neither pay it any mind.

“That’s good, my pet,” you encourage him, “tell me how much you like it. Tell me how good it feels, pet.”

“Feels—” he gasps, gulping for air. “—so, so good. Please…”

“Please, what?” Your pace quickens a little. Your grip tightens a bit more. He begins trembling, starting with his unsteady thighs. Every muscle in his body is tense.

“Can I come for you, ma’am?” The words struggle to fall from his tongue. His skin is flushed, sweat beading against his forehead. He’s too worked up and turned on for his own good.

“Do you want to come for me, pet?” You ask, stroking his thick, hard cock a little faster. “Do you want to spill all over my hand and make a mess?”

“Yes, please.” He begins pumping his hips toward your motions. A smile forms on your lips at the sight. “I-I can’t…”

“Can’t what, pet?” A little faster, your hand goes. You pump his cock in your palm. You feel him tense and shaking. His breathless words barely reach your ear.

“I can’t…” is all he manages before sucking in a breath of air and spilling his cum over your fingertips. It’s messy as it shoots out, spilling over your flesh, your desk, the papers scattered beneath him. He curses under his breath, body growing rigid and you never stop pumping your fist over his cock.

“Did I fucking tell you to come, pet?” Your entire demeanor shifts. He feels the vibrations in your tone, the words cutting him back to reality though his head is spinning. “And look! You’ve made a fucking mess all over my desk.”

As you speak, you continue stroking him. He’s breathless, body twitching, hips jerking, trying to pull away but you have him right where you want him. The overstimulation makes him melt. He’s too sensitive and too far gone once again.

“That’s right, pet,” you begin again, wrapping an arm around his waist to hold him in place, “keep coming. You want to come so bad? I’m going to stroke your cock until I get every drop.”

You do as you say, and he can barely hold on. His knees threaten to give out, his body so weak from being too sensitive. You couldn't care less. You stroke his cock, milking him for every last little drop until he’s gasping from air.

Finally, you pull away only for him to slump down in the chair behind him. His chest heaves and his breaths are heavy. His eyes flutter closed, body still shaking as he comes down. You consider spanking him again to teach him a lesson. After all, he did disobey you, cutting your fun short and coming before you allowed him to. However, you see the exhausted look in his eyes, realizing the two of you have had enough fun for today. You know how overwhelming the sensations of overstimulation can be. You decide to cut him some slack just this once.

Instead, you reach for the tissues on your desk, plucking a few from the box to clean your hands as best you can. Then you grab a few more to begin cleaning him. You soothe the tension in his body as you do so before grabbing more tissues and wiping the sweat from his face.

“Feeling okay, pet?” Your tone is softer, but you don't drop the entirety of your dominance just yet. “Here, have some.” With that, you reach to the side of your desk to scramble around in your bag, pulling out a water bottle from within. You twist the cap before bringing it to his lips to allow him to have a sip, and he does so without a word. You take the time to run fingers through his hair, bringing him down from the high and pleasure until he’s completely relaxed.

“Better?” you ask him once again, and he nods while you pull the bottle away and stroke his cheek gently. Your fun for the day has finished, but your mind is already running with the possibilities of the next time you are together. You make up your mind right then and there that he has followed your commands for the most part, even though he came without permission. He’s trying his best, and wants to please you. The next time you are together, you are going to allow the both of you a little more fun.

***

For a few days after the incident in your office, you paid him no more mind than any of your other students. You never told him to meet at your office, and never gave him any special attention during lectures. Not so much as a glance even passed his way. You knew it would have him on edge and curious about when you would secretly meet again, and it thrilled you to no end to know you were constantly on his mind.

You continued your lectures as normal. You met with a few students after school and answered a couple questions about the upcoming quizzes. Then you carried on your normal life, allowing the tension to build inside him until he could take it no longer.

That following Friday, he went to you after the lecture to grab your attention, keeping a cautious eye of any students lingering by.

“Yes?” You answer him with no emotion in your tone whatsoever. You only adjust the frames on your face and offer a small smile his way.

“Um, can I…” He glances around the room nervously, lowering his voice even though the students are clearing out. “Can we…”

On the inside, you want to burst into laughter. He can’t even say what he wants. He is so on edge and tense. However, you keep your composure, remaining nonchalant to his muttering.

“Can we?” You blink a few times, watching him shift from foot to foot as he rubs the back of his neck. “What? Do you need help with the lesson?”

It’s like a lightbulb went off in his head. Though he lowers his eyes, he speaks more coherently. “Yes, ma’am. Please.” He gulps between words. “I’ve been having a hard time paying attention this week. I think I need you to help me.”

A wicked smirk forms over your lips, but only for a split-second. Then you're back to the stone expression just to keep him where you want him.

“Fine,” is all you say. Then you rise from behind your desk while pulling the glasses from your face. “Meet me at my office in an hour. Don’t be late.”

He rushes off with a nod. You are left wondering how you can make your student pay attention this time.

***

He is at your office door before you arrive. You're glad he’s punctual, but you know it’s due to desperation. Still, he’s eager to please you and continue these after school sessions, so the thought excites you. He sports a nervous smile to make you think he’s a cute little puppy in the moment, but you brush by him with only orders to follow.

Once inside, you lock the door behind you. Luckily, it hasn’t raised suspicions thus far. The two of you sneaking away and spending over an hour in your office after school would look odd to most passing by. Thankfully, it’s always been after most of the campus has gone home.

You walk to your desk, setting your bag down before taking off your coat. He lingers by the door, waiting on his instructions.

“Clothes off. Sit in the chair.”

He jumps like a dog in training, peeling his clothes from his body piece by piece. He leaves no article on before taking a seat in the chair in front of your desk. Meanwhile, you rummage through the drawers to your desk, pulling out a ribbon of lace from within. It’s soft and pink, and the perfect thing to tie up your little pet.

“If you’re having a hard time focusing,” you begin, making your way to him while your heels click against the tiles, “then we better make sure all your attention is on me. No distractions.”

Already his cock is standing to attention. It twitches with every step you take near him, until you're standing behind the chair. You say nothing as you grab his wrists, pulling them behind him before tying the lace around in a secure knot. You have him restrained now, cock standing up straight, ready to be used.

“Now, won’t that help you focus better, pet?” You are giggling as you take a spot standing in front of him. His eyes are focused on nothing but you, wide and full of lust.

“Pl-Please,” he mutters, causing you to raise your brows.

“Please, what, pet?” You laugh once again before reaching to untuck your blouse from your skirt. “Patience. You’ll get to have your fun, but I get mine first.”

You begin undressing yourself as you speak. You begin plucking the buttons on your blouse, and then tugging the zipper to your skirt.

“I’m going to use your cock, pet. I’m going to come while riding you. And I’m not stopping until I’m dripping all over you, got it?” All he can do is nod, eyes wide, mouth parted. “And this time—” You reach to grab him by the jaw after tossing your blouse and skirt to the side. “—you better not come until I tell you.”

“Y-Yes, ma’am.”

You pull away with a smirk. You're in nothing but a matching silk, black bra and panty set. Your breasts are peeking through the fabric to earn his full attention. You notice the desire in his expression, the desperation and need. He’s eager to have you, but also dying to be used by you.

After a few more seconds, you reach to unhook your bra, slipping it from your shoulders to allow your breasts to bounce free. He can’t help but lick his lips at the sight. Your breasts are on display with hardened, aching nipples to taunt him. You swoop your hair to one side before cupping them in your palms, playing with them for a moment just to tease as you stand before him in nothing but your panties.

Those are quick to go, however. You push them down your hips and flick the thin fabric past your heels. Now you're bare before him and growing wet with anticipation. It doesn’t take you much longer to stand over him, one leg on each side while staring down at him.

“Ready for me to use you, pet?” As you ask, you reach behind you into your bag for a foil wrapper before gripping his cock. Wrapping a strong hold around the base, you stroke him a few times while awaiting his answer, then finally tear the condom wrapper and slip it down his length.

“Yes,” he exhales, “yes, ma’am.”

You grin at his breathless response. All before you lean closer to lower yourself towards his length. He’s hard and ready, pulsing with every inch until you're rubbing your soaked slit against his flesh. Upon feeling the sensation, he can’t help but to groan. He’s been so patient, waiting so long. He wants nothing more than to be used by you, to feel you around him, warm and wet.

“Remember what I said, pet,” you remind him while rolling your hips to caress his cock with your slippery pussy. “Don’t come unless I tell you to.”

“Yes, ma’am.” The words are strained on his tongue as he aligns the tip of his cock to your cunt. You linger for a moment, grinding yourself against him, getting wetter as your juices drip out. Then you begin to slide his cock into you, slowly, taking your time to draw the moment out. His body goes tense in an instant. He can hardly handle the way your heat engulfs him.

“That’s it, pet,” you whisper as you sink down onto his cock. “Feel how wet I am? Doesn’t it feel nice?” You become breathless yourself as he fills you up, feeling the heat rush to your head in pure desire. The words prove to be true with the messy, slick noises filling the office as you push yourself up, only to slip back down onto his cock again.

He hisses, pulling his arms only to be reminded they are tied behind the chair. A groan of desperation builds in his throat as you play with him, working yourself slowly against his cock.

“Answer me, pet,” you suddenly bark, gripping your little toy by the jaw so he keeps his focus on you. “Remember, this is for your own good so you will pay attention to me. If you don’t, I won’t allow you to come, got it?”

“Yes, ma’am,” he blurts out at the thought of not getting to come. “Yes, ma’am, I understand. Please…”

“Good boy,” you reply innocently, leaning in to press your lips to his cheek. All before you begin moving against his cock, grinding yourself over his lap, feeling him fill you up and hit deep within your drenched pussy. It’s almost too much for even you, but you remain focused. Though, you admit how delicious his cock feels inside of you. It’s thick and hard and hits all the right spots. It doesn’t take you long to become lost in pleasure. “Oh, my pet feels so good inside me.”

You begin to tease him with words as you ride him. Your breathless whimpers have him on edge, struggling against the restraints while focusing on anything but how badly he wishes to come.

“Fuck, you’re so hard, and big,” you moan the words, tossing your head back while closing your eyes. You ride him faster, picking up pace as the movement takes hold of you. For a second, you forget all about needing him to focus, truly using him for your own pleasure. “God, you’re going to make me come so quick.”

As you speak, your hand lowers between your thighs to reach your clit. With two fingers, you begin to massage your flesh while fucking his cock, riding him, feeling the tip so deep within your walls. You let loose, moaning and whimpering only because you know how much it begins to affect him. He’s tense beneath you and remaining still as to not offer anymore friction because he won’t be able to hold out. He’s already so on edge from feeling your wet warmth surrounding his cock, from hearing you moan and the nasty words spilling from your mouth.

“Fuck, I’m getting close, pet,” you whimper, grinding yourself quicker, harder against him. He can’t help but to groan, feeling your walls tightening around him, feeling your juices drip to his balls. And without warning, you grip the back of his head to pull his mouth closer, allowing him to press his lips to your bouncing tits as you ride him. He takes in a nipple with a flick of his tongue, following the commands of your body well as you grow closer to your peak.

It doesn’t take too much longer for you to reach your end. You're gasping and whimpering with your breasts in his face. You're bouncing on his cock as you come undone, sloppy, messy noises filling the office for only the two of you to hear. He groans at feeling you come on top of him, feeling you tighten as your walls spasm around him, feeling your juices drip out of you. His mind is going crazy trying not to focus on the pleasure too much, knowing if he does, he won’t be able to last.

Luckily for him, you begin to come down from the high. You're breathless and flushed, but still on cloud nine. Only a few seconds pass before you're back into character, your stone expression returning as you slip off of him carefully. Slowly, you kneel before him, taking his cock in your hands with a firm grip that makes him gasp after easing the condom off of him.

“You are such a good pet,” you encourage him, stroking slowly up to the tip and back down again. “God, you’re so hard. I bet you’re ready to burst.” You giggle just to taunt him, but he can only screw his eyes shut as you tease him with a fist around his cock.

Your pace quickens again, finding it easy to pleasure him thanks to your own juices covering his flesh. Your hand works diligently over his cock, slipping up from the base to rub your thumb along the tip just to watch him squirm. He has too much pent up frustration. You know he won’t last long.

“Ready to come for me?” you ask, watching his eyes pop open as if he’s relieved. “You better come a lot for me. I want you to make a mess all over my hands.”

With that, you reach to cup his balls, offering added pleasure as you stroke him faster. All he can do is mutter a reply and hiss as the sensation. He’s trembling as you work his cock up and down, quicker and quicker, while massaging his balls and watching him begin to jerk his hips.

“Come for me, pet,” you order him, jerking your hand faster, and faster, while cupping his balls as they fully tighten against his body. He’s so close, sweat beading against his forehead, completely breathless. “Come on my hands, make a mess on me. Do it now, pet.”

Your tone becomes sharper and his body reacts to the bite in the syllables. Without warning, he spills over the edge, coming undone and creating a sticky mess over your flesh. His cum spills onto your fingers in ropes of white, and you continue pumping his cock to receive every last little drop.

Even as he comes down, you continue milking his cock, making him come more, sending his body into overdrive where he can hardly handle the sensation. He twitches against the seat, whimpering your name, but you keep going. You stroke him to create even more of a mess, your juices mixing with his cum along his flesh. The slippery noises fill the office to mix with his pleas, telling you that’s enough, he’s had enough, but he knows the safe word. You know he likes being milked for everything he’s got, far too sensitive and overwhelmed, and finally, you pull away once you’ve had your fun.

He’s breathless as he slumps against the chair. His eyes are closed and his cock begins to soften. All the while you reach for the tissues on your desk to clean yourself up, and then him. You take care of him, wiping down his flesh with clean tissues until he’s no longer messy, all before you reach to unravel the lace restraining his wrists.

“You might feel a little sore tomorrow, baby,” you warn him as you massage his shoulders to ease the tension, bringing him back to reality. He says nothing, and you don't push, only scrambling in your bag for a bottle of water to make sure he gets a few drinks. “You did so well.”

As he recovers, you begin dressing yourself. You slip on your bra and panties, followed by your wrinkled blouse and skirt. Luckily, you're only going home after this, so the chances of anyone seeing you in such a state are low.

“How are you feeling?” There’s softness in your tone as you ask, making sure he drinks more water to cool off. You even wipe the sweat from his forehead with a few clean tissues, looking over him to make sure he’s come back from the bliss with a stroke of your knuckles against his face. Over your sessions, you realized how much he enjoys the tender motion.

“Good,” he says, then offers a sleepy grin. “Great, actually”

“How about we go get some dinner?” you offer while handing him his boxer briefs so he can begin to dress himself. The last thing you want to do is send him on his way when he’s in such a vulnerable state, wanting to make sure he isn’t feeling weak or light-headed. You want to continue to take care of him in whatever way he needs in the moment.

“Sounds good,” he tells you with a smile. “I would love that.”

You have a feeling this will be more than a one time thing for the two of you. After all, you both had so much fun. You would love to see how much further you could push his limits, while also seeing how much more he would do to please you.

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