Corporal Punishment

"Now," he said. "You can convince me how sorry you are by riding me, or I can spank you until you're ready to apologise like the slut you are." He gave her ass another sharp spank, the sound of skin against skin echoing through the room. "What do you say?"

Lisa just moaned behind the gag. Tears dripped down her face. This wasn't at all how she had envisioned losing her virginity, but she knew that he would just spank her (or worse) until she agreed. She yelped as he spanked her again, then quickly nodded her head, breathing hard through her nose.

"Good girl," Professor Dean said. Grabbing her by the hair, he pushed and pulled, stripping her skirt off her and positioning her until she was straddling his lap, naked from the waist down. She was facing him, and he looked at her, loving how helpless and pathetic she looked with her mouth gagged and those big eyes streaming with tears. "If you try to escape, or you don't do as you're told, I'm going to put you over my desk and whip you with my belt," he said. "Fuck, I'll whip your cunt if you so much as put a foot out of line." Reaching between them, he shoved her shirt up over her chest, admiring her breasts. They were full and perky, milky and perfect. Reaching behind her, he undid the clasp on her bra, releasing them from their prison so that they bounced and jiggled in front of his face. The nipples were hard and swollen from her arousal.

Grabbing a pair of scissors off the desk, the professor cut through the bra, ignoring Lisa's whimpers of protest. "From now on," he said, "if I catch you wearing a bra to class, I'll fail you." He peeled her bra away. "You have lovely tits – there's no reason why you shouldn't show them off. I'm sure you'll get much more attention from the boys. I also want you wearing short, above the knee skirts with no panties. Every day. Everyone needs to know what a slut you are." He left her top, just rucking it up so he could see her breasts, perfectly round and a nice C cup, topped with pink nipples. Unfortunately, he couldn't cut if all off her. After all, she would need to leave his office with some clothes.

Sliding his hands up her stomach, the professor took a breast in each hand, squeezing them and thumbing over the tight, sensitive nipples. He chuckled as she gasped, leaning in and sucking one of her tits into his mouth, rolling the pert nipple between his teeth, biting just hard enough to make her gasp and arch her back with pain. He worked her nipples for several long minutes, squeezing, pulling, biting and rolling them until they ached with sensitivity. He was going to have so much fun tying off these pretty breasts and whipping them, or clamping the nipples and stretching them until she screamed. Another day, perhaps.

Poor Lisa had never really had anyone play with her breasts like this before. She flushed with humiliation as he exposed her, fixing her gaze on the wall, trembling like a leaf. The closest she had ever come to this was when one of the football players had given her breasts a quick squeeze whilst they had been making out, but she had pushed him away, saying it was too soon. He had dumped her soon after for not putting out. She gasped and moaned throatily, arching her chest into his attentions, trembling and twitching as he worked her nipples until they were so sensitive that even the slightest brush of his fingers or his tongue made her squirm. It hurt, but it hurt in such a good way that she couldn't help but arch her back and offer him her tits, wincing when he got too rough, flinching a little when he bit her. But she couldn't deny that her pussy was dripping wet, that her nipples were hard and aching for his attention.

Taking in a breath, breathing in her scent, Professor Dean slid a hand between her legs. He pushed two fingers inside her, groaning at how wet she was. He could feel her pussy clamping and squeezing around his fingers, trying to draw him in. The hymen was still intact, and he was looking forward to breaking it. Through the thin wall separating her ass from her pussy, he could feel the ginger plug still buried inside her, and he chuckled. Unzipping and unbuttoning with one hand, he pulled his dripping cock out. Pre-cum leaked from the tip and he groaned, pulling his fingers out of her and replacing it with the head of his cock.

"I want you to slide your hot cunt down on my dick," he groaned out, his cock throbbing just at the thought of sinking into that tight heat. "I don't want you to stop until it's all the way inside you. I don't' care if it hurts you. If you stop, I'm going to whip your cunt before I fuck it."

Lisa whimpered, sobbing helplessly. She could feel the head of his cock at her opening – it seemed so much bigger than his fingers. She didn't know how she could possibly get it inside her. Taking a deep breath in through his nose, she pleaded with him with her eyes, but she knew it was useless. She shifted, lowering herself slowly down on his huge, thick cock, feeling it open her up slowly. She winced, breathing frantically as she gingerly pushed down. It burned as she tried to get it in her, and for a second she thought she wouldn't manage it, but the thought of him whipping her cunt renewed her determination. With a muffled scream, she forced herself down on his thick dick, feeling something break inside her, piercing pain radiating through her as she forced herself down until his dick was all the way in her tight, virgin cunt. Once he was in her, Lisa just cried – there. She was no longer a virgin. He had taken it from her.

Professor Dean just groaned as she took him into her hot, tight cunt. Fuck, he loved virgins. They were always so tight, and they got wet so easily. Even as she hurt herself for him, her pussy was so tight and wet. He felt her thrust down, the head of his cock breaking through her hymen. The professor rested his hands on her hips, helping her ease down the rest of the way until his balls were pressed up against her, his eight inch dick buried all the way inside her tight pussy. The professor moaned and fucked upward, trying to push deeper.

"There's a good girl," he breathed, slapping her raw ass. "Now ride me, as hard as you can. Make me come, show me how sorry you are."

Lisa whimpered. With her hands tied behind her back, it was hard to balance herself. She could feel his cock throbbing in her painfully tender pussy. The ginger still burned inside her, but the ferocity of it had died down a little, allowing her to focus on how stuffed and full she felt. Her nipples were still hard and so sensitive. Taking in a deep breath, her legs quivering, she moved up off the professor, feeling his cock move inside her. She breathed frantically – it felt like his thick cock was taking her insides with it.

"Too slow," Professor Dean grunted. Grabbing her hips, he forced her back down on his cock, lifting his hips so he could slam up into her. He groaned as his cock slid inside her warm, wet cunt in one thrust. "You feel so good, slut." He moaned, starting to use his grip on her hips to fuck her in long, strong strokes. He slammed deep inside with every thrust, like he was trying to get as deep inside her as possible. Sliding a hand between her legs, he rubbed his fingers over her swollen clit – she was still horny from her spanking, and she shuddered as he touched her.

Gradually, it became easier. Her cunt loosened up a little, so wet and slick from her arousal. Her chest heaved, her body shuddering as the professor fingered her sweet little clit. His dick moved against a spot inside her that made her moan behind her gag. Lisa sobbed and whimpered as he took her, thrusting into her over and over again. Goosebumps raced along her skin, her breasts bouncing as she slid up and down on his thick cock. Eventually, she gave into the demands of her throbbing clit, grinding down against his fingers every time she slid that rock hard cock all the way inside her.

The professor felt her orgasm before she tensed – strong muscle contractions went through her pussy, grasping and milking his cock like her cunt wanted his seed. He moaned, working her clit faster, rubbing quick circles over it as Lisa shuddered and spasmed on top of him, her toes curling as her chest heaved, her breasts jiggling right in his face. He leaned forward, biting and sucking on a nipple as he fucked her through her orgasm, feeling her hot, tight cunt gush around his thick dick. He was so close to coming with her, but he held off – he didn't want to come in in her cunt. After all, it was no fun if his new fuck slut got all bloated and stretched with pregnancy, and he didn't allow his sluts to use birth control or get abortions, even if he let the whole football team come up her cunt.

"You really are a slut, aren't you?" he asked, kissing Lisa's ear as she finally stopped shuddering and twitching against him.

Lisa just whimpered in response, overcome by her second orgasm of the night. She could feel his cock pulsing inside her still and she sobbed – wouldn't he ever come? Wouldn't this ever end? She was so exhausted – her legs felt like jelly, her stomach hurting slightly with how hard the professor had made her come.

Reaching behind her, Professor Dean extracted the ginger plug from her ass. He pulled out of her cunt, fisting his dick at the base. The head of his cock was sloppy with their combined juices, slick and wet with pre-cum, her wetness and a little blood. He nudged the head of his dick against her tiny asshole, feeling her jerk with surprise.

Lisa's eyes widened. She started to pant frantically through her nose, pleading behind her gag and shaking her head. She fought against the tie on her hands, her chest heaving and her ass clenching.

"What?" the professor asked, laughing. "You didn't think I'd come in your cunt, did you? And wreck a perfectly good fuck toy with a baby? I don't think so. Besides, virgin ass is deliciously tight, and I'm ready to come." With that, he gripped her hip, forcing his dick into her virgin asshole. The ginger had tightened her up even more, inflaming her slightly, and it was hard work getting his slick dick inside her, especially with her fighting him. But Professor Dean was a persistent man – he pulled her down, forcing her down on his dick until the ring of her ass clamped down around the glans. The professor moaned, arching his hips as she screamed behind the gag. He shoved himself deep inside her, ignoring any resistance he came across until he was buried all the way inside her tight ass. He grunted as it clenched around him.

It felt like a baseball bat was being lodged up her tiny asshole. Lisa screamed and screamed, tears streaming down her face. With the gag in her mouth, her screams were muffled, and no one came to her aid as the professor shoved his eight inch dick all the way into her guts. She sobbed and shook – it burned and ached worse than the spanking, worse than anything she'd felt.

"Oh yeah, I'm gonna enjoy stretching your tight little asshole out," Professor Dean moaned. It only took a few pumps of his hips before he shot up inside her ass, shuddering and groaning as spurt after spurt of his come spilled into her unwilling body. It was so tight, milking him and squeezing him deliciously as he emptied his balls. Finally, he was finished, and he pulled out with a sigh. Untying her hands, he shoved her unceremoniously off his lap.

Lisa grunted as she hit the floor. She ripped the gag out of her mouth and sobbed . She was a mess, her eyes red, her ass almost purple from the spanking, bleeding out of both her pussy and her asshole from the brutal fucking that the professor had given her. What was worse was that some part of her had enjoyed it – she had come twice from her ordeal, and she was still wet, her clit still peeking out of her pink folds.

"Get dressed and get out," Professor Dean said, tucking himself away. Now that he was done with her, he had little interest in her. "And Lisa? I expect to see you in my office every day for the rest of the semester. Also, I think you might need a little home tutoring, don't you? I've got some lovely equipment that I can't wait to introduce you to."