Free The Professor by Josie Leigh

He’d removed his jacket and tie and rolled up the sleeves on his white dress shirt, but he still looked imposing with his erection tenting his black dress slacks. In his left hand, though, her eyes finally fell upon the implement that would administer her punishment, a wooden yardstick used to discipline misbehaving school children. The sight of it alone almost had her convulsing in orgasm.
    Laying the yardstick on the bed beside her, he moved behind her and leaned over her body, his cock nestled between the cheeks of her ass. “Are you ready to receive your punishment, my naughty, naughty pupil?” he hissed against her ear, the buttons from his shirt digging into her spine, delectably.
    “Yes, Professor,” she said, breathlessly as he stood again and palmed her ass, roughly. “You need to keep this beautiful ass in the air the whole time, understand?” he asked.
    “Absolutely, Professor,” she agreed.
    “Now, we’ve not discussed safe words, do you have one you’d like to use?” he quirked an eyebrow at his question.
    “I prefer to speak in colors, Sir,” she informed him.
    “Green, Yellow, Red?” he clarified.
    “Yes, Professor.”
    “Very well,” he nodded. “We will go to fifteen, and after each group of five, I want you to shout your apology to me. There should be a different apology for each set,” he explained, retrieving the large ruler from beside her. “I’m not going to bind you, this time, but if you prove you cannot keep still, you won’t have the option next time. I think it goes without saying that you do not have permission to come.”
    “I understand, Professor,” she panted out as she watched him slide the yardstick into position in his hand.
    She was no amateur when it came to punishment, so as he was preparing, so was she, taking deep calming breaths, preparing her body for what she was about to experience. The first slap of the wood against the swell of her ass was blissful and she felt her wetness start to seep out of her. The second slap was harder, but still incredible, as it landed at the juncture of her thighs. He alternated where the blows landed from the top of her ass to the tops of her thighs and on the fifth slap she shouted, “I’m sorry I talked to Dan today and let him flirt with me, Professor.”
    Each slap built with intensity and after the ninth slap she struggled to keep up. Her legs were shaking with the effort to not only stay upright for him, but also to stave off the orgasm she’d been on the edge of since the third blow.
    “I’m sorry I almost made myself come in your class, Professor,” she whimpered after the tenth time the sound of the wood cracking against her ass echoed through the room.
    “Your color, my student,” he asked before continuing.
    “Approaching yellow, Professor,” she answered.
    “Excellent,” he said. “These next five are going to be hard and fast, just like I’m going to fuck you when I finish. Your last apology better be a doozy or you’ll be out of luck for the evening on getting any sort of relief for the fire building in you. And I’ve got a long night planned, Miss Carson.”
    His promise was so erotic that she couldn’t even find the words to respond. Luckily, she didn’t have to as the last five swats of her punishment rang out in rapid succession against the swell of her ass. Just as promised, they were the hardest to take, but by the last one, he’d sent her flying into the outer reaches of sub space. Vaguely remembering her task, she whispered, “I’m sorry I tried to provoke you into a scene following your class, Sir. I didn’t mean to try and top you.”
    “You’ve learned your lesson well, my student,” he growled, harshly as he dropped the yardstick at her feet and quickly pulled his shaft free of his pants and sheathed it. “You have done well to realize the true reason for your punishment. You may come,” he told her as he plunged into her soaked pussy.
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    “Fuck!” he shouted as he