Punished and Fucked by My Professor
RNG Smith
Copyright 2010 by RNG Smith
Smashwords Edition

This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental. The characters are productions of the author’s imagination and used fictitiously. The material in this document contains explicit sexual content that is intended for mature audiences only and is inappropriate for readers under 18 years of age.


I was in my final semester in college. The night before I had gone clubbing and gotten completely wasted.  When I stepped into my Economics class I was completely hung over, still wearing the tight button up and mini skirt from last night. I just hoped my teacher didn’t notice.  Professor Martin was notorious for failing anyone who came to class with a hangover.  Throughout the class I noticed him glancing my way. I tried to slouch down in my seat but his chocolate brown eyes still watched me.  Professor Martin was my most attractive professor.  He had a finely chiseled face. Even though he was in his late 30’s he was all muscle under those conservative suits. 
“Ms. Williams, please stay after,” he said, at the end of class.”
I gulped and nodded.  When the rest of the class had filled out, I walked up to his desk.
“Sir?” I asked.
“Ms. Williams, you are quite obviously hung over. Now what should we do about that?” he asked, cutting right to the chase.
Being kicked out was inevitable, so I gave one last attempt to save my college career.  I slowly unbuttoned the first button on my shirt, revealing my ample cleavage.
“I don’t know, sir, what do you think we should do about that?” I asked huskily, watching him survey my chest.
“I could always fail you,” he said bringing his eyes back up to mine.
I slowly released another button from my shirt. His eyes jumped to my now visible lacy black bra.
“I think I have been a really naughty girl. Maybe you should teach me a lesson,” My pussy starts to drip.
“Ms. Williams, do you understand what you are saying?” he raised his eyebrows.
I lean over his wooden desk.  “I need to be punished for being a bad, bad girl.”
Suddenly he is on the same side of the desk as me. “No one will know?” he asks.
“You are my teacher. I have to do as you say.”
He gives me a slow horny smile. “You will only address me as Professor or Sir. And you will do exactly as I say. Put your hair into pigtails.”
After I accomplish the task he says “Now dance for me.”
“Yes, Sir,” I nervously nod. I am not a good dancer. I walk back a few paces and begin.
I slowly run my hands up from my hips to my breasts. I pinch my nipples lightly with a moan as I start to gyrate. Then I turn around and lean down. My miniskirt will hide nothing from Professor Martin. I hear his slight gasp as he sees my matching lacy thong.
“Enough,” he exclaims. “It is time to teach you a lesson about disobedience.”
My panties are completely soaked from my little dance and the feeling of his eyes watching me. I walk over to him. He pulls me down and gives me a hard, punishing kiss. He then proceeds to unbutton my shirt and disposes of it. After removing my skirt in the same manner, he lays me lengthwise across his lap.  His rock-hard erection presses into my stomach.
“Why am I punishing you?” he asks.
“Because I was a naughty girl, Sir.”
“Good,” he slowly caresses my mostly naked backside. I cry out when I feel the sharp sting of his hand on my right cheek. Then again on my left cheek. Back and forth, he continues the sharp stinging slaps. My pussy gushes, juices running down my thighs and onto his lap. I feel my orgasm building.
Suddenly he stops.
“No! Please don’t stop!” I beg.
He gives me another slap. “You do not dictate your own punishment!”
“Sorry Sir,” I whimper at the malevolence in his voice.
He rubs my ass again, making me sigh. “Perhaps I shall spank you without your little black thong.  Or maybe on this beautiful, juicy pussy?”
I whimper again, “Whatever Sir wishes.”
He slowly pulls my thong down my legs. Then he puts it up to his nose and sniffs it. Everything below my waist clenches at the sight.  Then he continues to spank my ass, slowly moving downward toward my vagina. Suddenly I feel a sharp sting on my clitoris. I cry out in pain and pleasure. He does it again. I moan; my orgasm so close.
“Do you like that, slut?” he asks, laying his hand over my clitoris. I am so close that if he just moved his hand a little or slapped me again I would come.
“Yes Sir! Please Sir, don’t stop!” 
“You’re a dirty little slut aren’t you?” he asks.
“Yes Sir! I’m a dirty little slut! Please let me come!” I scream, tears rolling down my face. I can feel my orgasm slipping away.
He slaps my clitoris harder than before and jams three fingers into my cunt as I come, screaming.  He fucks me with his fingers, making my orgasm last for what seems like hours. Finally he relents and I lay, boneless as shifts so that I am straddling him. I wince as my red backside connects with his erection.
“Have you learned your lesson, yet?” he asks.
I survey his handsome face. “No Sir, I think you should make sure I know the lesson well enough.”
He gives me another horny smile. “I believe you need to be fucked, whore.”
“Yes Sir, I was a really naughty whore.”
He unclasps my bra and boobs fall free.  He grabs them and squeezes tightly.  “Do you like it rough, my little bitch?”
“Yes Sir! I love it rough!”
“Good,” he smiles.  He begins to suck and nip my breast and soon I am writhing, trying to get friction against his knee.
He picks me up and pushes me onto his hard wooden desk. Papers flutter everywhere. He pulls out his cock and enters me in one smooth motion and starts to move.  He grabs both my hands with one of his and pins them above my head. He uses his other hand to pinch and pull my nipples making my scream out.  I feel my orgasm so close. He thrusts his tongue into my mouth, imitating the activities going down there.  This finally pushes me over the edge and my orgasmic scream is swallowed by his mouth.  My third orgasm comes when he pulls my clitoris roughly, eliciting another scream for me.  He finally comes with me.  
We both lie on the hard wooden desk, breathless and sweaty. He kisses me again, this time softly.  We kiss for a few minutes until he pulls away.  
“I have a class in five minutes,” he sighs.
“I should go. I already missed one of my classes.”
“Ms. Williams, I think maybe I shall transfer you to the afternoon class, my last class of the day.”
“Sir, I would love that,” I give him a sultry smile.
The End