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The story of a young woman being punished by her math professor after
being caught cheating on a exam.
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Kara Gets Punished (M/F, nc, blkm, spank, oral)
The following story is fiction. It is intended for consenting adults. It
may contain any and all sexual perversions. If you are offended by sex
stories, you don't belong here. All characters are fictitious and any
reseblance to actual persons, living or dead is purely coincidental.
This story takes place in a fantasy world where unwanted pregnancies and
STD's don't exist, also women are naturally submissive bi-sexual.
Like I said fantasy.
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Kara Gets Punished (M/F, nc, blkm, spank, oral)
Kara walked through the dark hallway, the clack of her heels echoing
on the ancient stone floor. An occasional flash and boom from the
thunderstorm sending shivers through her body. The early fall storm had
knocked out power for the entire campus and it was Kara's hope that
this would delay the inevitable. Professor Graves had made it clear
that expulsion from school was the only other alternative to meeting
him here tonight. Westbridge has an excellent academic record and the
thought of Kara cheating on a math exam was intollerable to the
venerable teacher. Timidly she knocked on the door to the classroom.
"Come in Kara." came the response from the dark classroom, "Close and
lock the door, then bring me the key."
Kara pulled the heavy wooden door closed with a hollow thud, then
turned the key. She knew that once she reliquished possession of the
key she would be trapped. As she removed the key Professor Graves lit
four candles, one sitting on each corner of his oak desk.
"Please Sir, isn't there some other way of working this out?" she
asked, holding the key in a shaky hand.
"Of course my dear." Graves replied, taking the key, "You can be
expelled, humiliating yourself, the school and your parents."
"But what you want to do is wrong." the girl pouted.
"Nonsense Kara, corporal punishment is an ancient and accepted method
of correcting bad behaviour."
Professor Graves sat down in a straight backed wooden chair. Kara
could see a paddle, riding crop and tawes sitting on the desk. She
licked her lips with fear as Professor Graves patted his lap.
"Come over here and lay across my lap." he said, "I think we'll start
with a simple over the knee spanking."
Slowly Kara made her way to the math professor's lap. After the grief
she had given her parents in high school she was lucky to be attending
Westbridge instead of the local community college back home. She
lowered herself over his knee, stomach resting on his lap. Professor
Graves instructed her to move up so her ass centered on his lap. She
had to hold herself up with her arms, knowing that her panties were
peeking out from the short skirt he had instructed her to wear.
"Sir!" she cried out, twisting on his lap when she felt him lift the
back of her skirt.
"Lie still Miss Whitman." he said, slapping her butt, "Your skirt will
be off soon enough, so there is no use fighting now."
"No, please Sir don't." Kara plead, as Professor Graves started to
lower her panties.
"Oh yes, Miss Whitman." he responded with another slap, "I think a
nice bare assed hand spanking, followed by the paddle will be a good
start. Then we can see if there are more, ah, interesting places for
the crop and tawes to be used."
Professor Graves didn't stop at just lowering her panties to expose
her ass, he slid the flimsy material down to below her knees. Keeping
Kara in place with his left arm, he began massaging her thighs and ass
with his right hand. Several times he removed his hand from her ass
only to replace it gently in a different location. When Kara finally
stopped tensing every time, he brought his hand down hard on her soft
ass. Kara's "Ouch." was followed by several others as he rained blows
onto her defenseless ass. Kara's ass was taking on a lovely shade of
pink, visible in the dim candlelight. Graves worked his hand over her
ass and thighs. The smack of his hand striking flesh resounding through
the classroom, in time with Kara's sobs. With pain raidiating from her
ass through her body it took Kara a moment to realize he had stopped
spanking her. She clenched her legs together as he tried to force his
hand between her thighs.
"Spread your legs Kara." he said, following the command with a swat.
With a sob she eased her legs apart, clenching her eyes closed as he
slid his hand along the fold of her pussy. When the girl did no more
than sob at his touch he boldly slid his finger into her moist snatch.
"I think you enjoyed your little warm up." he said, easing his finger
out of her pussy.
"No I didn't. I hated it and I hate you."
"Oh come now Kara, you're excited." he said, taking a deep sniff of
his wet finger, "Your pussy juice smells so good. Here smell for
yourself."
With that he brought his hand down to her face, wiping the excess
moisture onto her lips and nose. Kara could smell her scent with every
breath, hating her body for betraying her to Professor Graves.
"Please Sir, I swear I'll never cheat again." she begged, "Please no
more."
"It's not a case of whether you will cheat again. It's punishing you
for cheating to bigin with." he said matter of factly, "Now stand up
and take your skirt and panties off."
Kara stood, knees together holding the panties in place, then looked
at him defiantly. "NO! You can't make me. You animal."
"Very well then Kara. I will just inform the Dean tomorrow morning
that you were caught cheating."
"Please no, this isn't fair." fresh tears made their way down Kara's
cheeks.
"Fair? Was it fair for you to cheat off of Lori Connell's test? Was it
fair for you to waste your daddy's efforts to get you accepted to
Westbridge?"
He knew he won when the girl's chin dropped to her chest and she let
out a soft shuddering cry. Kara unbuttoned her skirt and pulled the
zipper down. Turning away from him she slid it down her legs, taking
the panties with it and stepped out of it. Holding the skirt in front
of her body, trying to protect her modesty she turned back to the
teacher. Professor Graves stood up and walked to the side of the desk
to pick up the paddle.
"Place it on the chair, then bend over the desk and grip the far edge."
Kara set the skirt on the chair, covering her bush with her hands. She
turned to the desk and leaned against it, bending over to grip the far
edge. She turned her head to watch him as he made his way to stand
beside her.
"Face forward young lady." he instructed, "Spread your legs for me."
Kara spread her legs to shoulder width, then wider at Professor Graves
instructions. Without warning he brought the paddle down hard on Kara's
ass. The frightened girl screamed, standing up to grasp her ass.
"Kara this will go much faster if you do as you are told. Now grip the
far side of the desk and do not let go."
"Please no" the girl whined, bending over to hold the desk once more.
With a resounding whack, the paddle struck the girl again. Kara
clenched her teeth, determined not to let go. Kara screamed again with
the third stroke, still holding onto the desk.
"Spread your legs further Miss Whitman, I want your stomach flat on
the desk."
Kara spread her legs out, resting on the desk. Professor Graves used
his foot to slide her legs a little wider, forcing the girl onto her
tiptoes. The fourth stroke from the paddle landed on the inside of
Kara's left thigh. She screamed at the impact, kicking her legs out and
bringing them together.
"Shall I tie your legs to the desk Miss Whitman?"
"No. Please Sir it hurts so much." the crying girl begged as she
spread her legs.
Professor Graves rubbed his hand over her abused ass, "Yes, that's why
they call it a punishment." He slid his hand down to cup her moist sex,
"Yet somehow I think you're enjoying this."
"No I'm not. Please stop touching me there." the girl begged.
"Very well." Professor Graves said removing his hand, "Six more with
the paddle then it's on to the crop. I think you'll enjoy the crop."
The fifth stroke landed on the crease between her thigh and ass, the
force causing her to grunt in pain. The next two strokes caught her
squarely on each ass cheek, accompanied by Kara's cry of pain.
Professor Graves switched to the right side of the girl in preparation
for the final three swats.
"Keep your legs spread Miss Whitman or I'll have to start over."
Kara closed her eyes and tensed in anticipation. Swat eight landed on
the inside of her right thigh. Professor Graves slowly slid the paddle
up until the edge rested against her pussy, then brought it up sliding
the blade along her ass crack. Swat nine landed high on her left ass
cheek with ten following quickly on the right side. Professor Graves
paused for a moment then gave Kara one final swat for good measure.
"Stand up now Miss Whitman."
Kara brought her legs together as she stood up, wiping her tears away
with one hand and rubbing her sore ass with the other. Professor Graves
took Kara by her shoulder, turning her around.
"Spread your legs." he instructed.
Kara spread her legs to little more than shoulder width. Professor
Graves brought the paddle up to Kara's face.
"Kiss the paddle then thank me for punishing you."
Afraid of more abuse Kara kissed the paddle then quietly said thank
you. Professor Graves felt she could do better and ordered her to try
again. Kara kissed the paddle again.
"Thank you for punishing me Sir." the girl sniffled.
"You're quite welcome, Miss Whitman." he responded, "Now take off your
sweater and we can proceed to the crop."
"Please Sir, haven't you done enough?"
Professor Graves pressed his body against the young student, slipping
his hand into her soft sparse pubic hair.
"I could always give you ten more with the paddle before we advance to
the crop." he said, sliding his hand down to touch her clit, "Would you
like that?"
Kara's meek "No." was the only response needed. Professor Graves
stepped back and Kara lifted her sweater up over her head, dropping it
on the chair with her skirt. At her teacher's command she reached
behind her back and unhooked her bra. With a pained look on her face
she let her arms drop, revealing her pert breasts to his gaze.
"Give me your bra." he ordered.
With her last vestiges of modesty gone she handed him the garment.
Wearing only a pair of saddle shoes and ankle socks, Kara stood still
sobbing quietly, while Professor Graves inspected his prize. She
shuddered as his hands cupped her small breasts, weighing them in his
palms. Using his index fingers he traced the outline of her nipples,
feeling the crinkled skin of her areola. Her buds responded to his
touch by growing harder, crinkling the surrounding skin even more.
"You slut, good girls don't get wet pussies and hard nipples from
being punished." stepping away from her and moving to pick up the crop
he continued, "Put you hands behind your neck and interlock your
fingers, Slut."
Kara was beyond resistance at this point and placed her hands behind
her neck without hesitation or argument. A smile crossed Professor
Graves face, in the candle lit room his teeth shined with a wicked
gleam. Kara jumped when he swished the crop through the air.
"Ok, this is how it's going to work." he started tapping the crop
between her tits, "Each breast gets ten hard swats and as many lighter
ones as I choose. You can stop the cropping anytime by begging to suck
my cock."
When Kara made no comment he brought the crop down on her left tit,
just above the nipple. A squeal of pain escaped Kara's mouth and she
brought her hands down to cover her breasts. Professor Graves swung the
crop, hitting the girl in her right thigh. When Kara moved her hand to
cover that area he grabbed her wrist and pulled her arm away. The next
stroke hit her stomach almost doubling the girl over.
"Stand up and get your hands back in place or I'll tie you down."
"Please no more, please." Kara begged.
"What do I get for stopping Slut?"
"I'll do it. Please don't hit me anymore." Kara dropped to her knees.
"Say it slut." Professor Graves insisted, "Beg to suck my cock."
"I'll do it. Please don't make me say it." Kara looked at him
imploringly.
"Stand up and get in position or beg, those are your choices." he said
harshly, "Hurry up or I'll have to tie you down and double your
punishment."
"No! Please let me suck your cock." Kara finally said.
Professor Graves brushed Kara's clothes off the chair, sitting down he
crooked his finger at the girl.
"Crawl over here and take my cock out, Slut." he said.
Kara crawled over to the sitting teacher, the blush on her face barely
visible in the dim light. She reached up and unsnapped his pants, the
zipper making it's distictive noise as she lowered it. Professor Graves
lifted his ass off the chair as Kara worked his pants down, his cock
springing up as they came off. He kicked off his shoes to allow the
pants to be removed. Kara hesitated before sitting up and taking his
cock in her hand. She started jacking him off as she lowered her mouth
to his turgid member. Professor Graves sighed as her tongue traced it's
way around the tip. Kara kept her hand jacking his cock as she sucked
him into her mouth. Up and down the shaft she worked her magic,
sucking, kissing and nibbling on his hard cock. Professor Graves'
breathing was coming in short gasps and Kara knew he was getting close.
She started fondling his balls with her free hand as he started pumping
his hips in time with her sucking.
"Take it all the way down your throat Bitch." he suddenly yelled,
grabbing her hair and forcing her head down.
Kara swallowed hard, keeping her hand in place she doubled her effort
to bring him off. She could feel the man's cock start to spasm when he
pulled her head back. Holding her face inches from his cock he brushed
her hand away and fisted his cock. The first spurt of cum landed square
on the bridge of her nose, splashing into her eyes. The next two landed
on her lips and the last landed on her forhead.
"Bitch!" Professor Graves yelled, "When I tell you to take it all the
way down I mean all the way."
He stood up, still holding the struggling girl by her hair, dragging
her over to the desk. Forcing her up he laid her back down on the desk.
With out a word he produced a pair of handcuffs, locking the girl's
wrists together. He pulled her hands to the edge and connected them to
a strap that rested just below the edge. Two more straps soon secured
Kara's ankles to the outside edges of the far side of the desk.
Standing between her legs he pulled her ass to the edge of the desk,
the discarded crop in hand.
"Look at me Slut." he commanded.
Kara opened her eyes, the sticky cum blurring her vision.
"When I want a handjob I'll ask for a handjob. When I want you to suck
my cock I expect a proper blowjob, complete with a nice deepthroat when
I cum."
With that he brought the crop down on her breasts, one after the other
he whipped her small tits. Each swat raising a welt and illiciting a
scream from the crying girl. Kara's breasts were a mass of deep red
welts when he ultimately stopped, her cries nothing more than hoarse
moans.
Kara opened her eyes when she realized he had stopped, watching him
stand there breathing hard a cruel grimace on his face. Her cum blurred
eyes followed him as he walked over to the water cooler and drank
several cups of water. Kara could only manage a croak of desire, trying
to get the teacher's attention. She almost smiled when Professor Graves
filled the cup with water and brought it over to her. Lifting her head
he let her have a sip of water before pulling the cup away. Sitting the
cup down he ran his finger through his drying cum on her lips, slipping
his finger into her mouth. Kara clamped her mouth shut, twisting her
head to the side to dislodge his finger.
"Take it or no more water and I'll see where else I can raise welts
with the crop."
Kara opened her mouth and sucked the cum into her mouth. Professor
Graves wiped most of his cum from her lips. He scooped the cum from her
eyes and forehead, feeding it all to Kara, before letting her have
anymore of the water.
Professor Graves exchanged the crop for the tawes as he walked back
around the desk to stand between Kara's spread legs. Kara tried
ineffectually to bring her knees together, the straps holding her
ankles to the corners preventing her from closing them completely. A
swat from the tawes on the inside of her thigh and a word from
Professor Graves, convinced her to spread wide. He pulled the chair
over to face the girl and sat down, his face inches from her fully
exposed cunt.
"Such a wet little slut you are." he said, sliding a finger into her
wet pussy.
Kara started to close her legs again as his digit slid in. A light
touch on her lower leg with the tawes indicated that this wouldn't be
permitted. With his finger burried he twisted his hand, rubbing his
thumb across Kara's clit. Despite her protestations her body responded
to the touch, her clit peaking out from it's hood as he circled the
nubbin with his thumb.
"Yes, you love this. You're such a horny slut."
Professor Graves pulled his finger from Kara's slit and bent over to
replace it with his mouth. Kara clasped her knees together as best she
could, rocking from side to side to prevent her teacher from licking
her pussy. Graves pulled back and swung the tawes against the girl's
thigh. Kara croaked out a whimper and stopped flailing.
"Spread your legs Kara." he demanded, "I thought you had learned not
to fight me."
With that said he brought the tawes down on the exposed cunt. Kara
managed a real scream and once more tried to close her knees. Professor
Graves pulled her right knee open and swung the tawes again. Kara's
knee jerked in his grip as he brought the tawes down for a third time.
With the fourth stroke Kara relaxed her legs and let her knees fall
open. Professor Graves had to check the girl's condition when she only
slightly twiched and made no whimper from the fifth stroke.
"Are you going to be an obedient little slut now?" he asked.
Kara's "Yes Sir." was barely audible.
Professor Graves set the tawes on Kara's stomach as a remider to obey.
Her vulva was red and swollen from the punishment. He slid his thumb
into her cunt and rubbed his index finger across her asshole. He licked
the girl's cunt lips before he sucked her clit into his mouth. Kara's
slutty body continued to betray the girl, her pussy getting even
wetter. Professor Graves pulled his thumb out of her cunt and replaced
it with his tongue, sucking her tangy secretions into his mouth. Kara
twitched her legs as Professor Graves began forcing his thumb into her
tight asshole. She clenched her sphincter down trying desperately to
prevent her nether region from being violated. Professor Graves pushed
harder at the opening, twisting his thumb as it slid in.
"Relax and it won't hurt." Professor Graves said before returning to
nibble on Kara's hard little clit.
Kara did her best to relax her body, she knew it was useless to resist
anything that he demanded. She could feel her body responding to his
touch, her pussy tingling with anticipation of an impending orgasm. Her
sore nipples even stayed rock hard, revealing he excitement. Professor
Graves worked his thumb all the way in, pumping the digit like a small
cock. Kara could feel his tongue delving into her sopping vagina and
wished he would go back to working her clit so she could get off. Tears
once more flowed down Kara's cheeks, this time from the realization
that she was getting off on being treated like this.
"Please I need to cum." Kara whispered.
"What was that Slut?" Professor Graves asked.
"Please Sir, lick my clit." Kara cried, "I need to cum."
Professor Graves began working the girl's clit furiously, pounding his
thumb into her ass as she broke down into a fit of sobs. Kara was
squirming now, trying to force her cunt into Professor Graves face.
Suddenly his mouth and thumb broke contact with her body. Kara's cry of
"NOOO!" turned into a scream when the tawse struck her pussy. The
scream turned to a prolonged wail as her body shuddered with her
climax. She was still wailing when she felt his mouth once more working
her pussy, lapping up the fresh moisture from her body. Her body
shuddered again when his fingers pinched her clit. The pleasure of an
orgasm muting the pain from her clit being pinched and twisted. Slowly
she came down from her high. Professor Graves' face looking up over her
breasts when she raised her head. He had picked her panties up off the
floor and began wiping the wetness from her pussy with the soft
material.
"Fucking slut." he said, "I just wish I had it in me to fuck you."
"You can Sir I won't fight it." Kara replied.
"Ah, the mind is willing but the body is weak." Professor Graves
answered.
Standing up he gripped his half hard cock in hand.
"I'm not as young as I once was. No more a teenager that can go
several times a night."
Kara closed her eyes and wondered if it was over. Would Professor
Graves release her now and send her back to the dorm? They were both
quiet for some time, when Kara opened her eyes again, Professor Graves
had dressed and was putting the implements of her punishment into his
breifcase.
"Please Sir will you untie me?" Kara finally asked.
"Of course my dear. Just as soon as you admit that you're a little
slut that loves being punished."
"Wasn't it obvious?" she asked.
"Oh yes but you still need to admit it." he replied, returning to her
head and rubbing her sore tits.
"I'm a slut that loves to be punished." she said queitly, "Please Sir,
untie me now."
Professor Graves released the straps holding her wrists to the desk.
He helped her to a sitting position and held her around the waist.
Picking up one of the candles with the other hand he held it in front
of the girl.
"Prove it, by taking this candle and pouring the wax onto your tits."
"I can't. Please don't make me do it." she sobbed.
"I can always pour the wax onto your cunt."
Kara, her legs still spread and tied to the desk, reached for the
candle. The handcuffs requiring her to hold the candle in both hands
and bring it inward. Slowly she tilted the candle, the hot wax dripping
onto her welt covered breasts. Her breath came in gasps, a scream near
the surface, as the wax dripped and drizzled. She moved the candle back
and fourth, covering them with a layer of dark red wax. Professor
Graves leaned forward and blew the candle out, taking it from her
fingers.
"Very good Slut." he said, reaching to loosen the first ankle from
it's restraint.
Professor Graves released both legs then helped the girl to stand
before unlocking the handcuffs. He pulled her arms behind her back and
ordered her to keep them there as he peeled the wax from her tits.
"Put your skirt and sweater on." he ordered, "Come and see me in my
office tomorrow after class and I'll return your panties and bra."
"Yes Sir." she replied, quickly pulling her clothes on.
When she was dressed Professor Graves walked her to the door and
unlocked it. Pulling it open he said, "Don't forget to come by for your
underwear tomorrow. I'll be quite dissapointed if you do."
"I won't forget Sir." she said walking out the door.
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