*This is just a little fantasy of mine. I, now, prefer to picture my Master as the professor*
I am an advanced literature student, who the young and handsome, yet stern professor has taken a special interest in. Today, he asked me to stay after class because I skipped a reading assignment. As the students filter out, I make my way to the front of the hall. The professor asks me to take a seat in the front row. He remains seated at his desk reading a document as the hall empties. He asks the last student to close the door on their way out. He then turns his attention to me, asking if I take his class seriously. Knowing I’m in trouble, I look towards the ground and tell him that of course I take it seriously.
The professor then picks up the document that he was reading, and walks over to me. He gently grabs my chin and forces me to look up at him, then pulls until I’m standing in front of him, with my chin still in his hand. He looks me in the eyes for a moment before moving his fingers from my chin and handing me the document in his other hand, saying that he’d like to add this piece of literature to my assignment, to make up for the missed reading. I ask him when he would like me to have it finished, and he says “before you leave this room.”
I’m a bit confused as I look at the papers in my hand. It looks as if there are about ten pages, so this request is not completely unreasonable. I go to sit back in the chair in the front row, but he stops me, asking what I’m doing. I explain that I was going to sit, to complete my assignment. The professor then gestures for me to come and stand by his desk. “I would like you to read the work out loud for me, please.” I am so perplexed at this point, but I’m also in the doghouse about the missed assignment, so I’ll do as I’m told. Standing to the side of the desk, with the professor at my side, I begin to read aloud. The words are not at all what I was expecting. I’m reading a story that sounds like it could’ve come from literotica.com.
My cheeks flush as the professor looks on, expressionless. He then takes a step closer to me and we are inches away. I’m becoming intensely aroused by his presence and commanding demeanor. He places a hand on the back of my neck, and I look over to him. He nods, encouraging me to continue the reading. After reading a few paragraphs of some of the dirtiest smut I have ever read, he brings his mouth close to my ear and whispers “on all fours, on the desk. Now.” Without thinking twice, I crawl on the desk, keeping hold of the stack of papers. The skirt I am wearing is short and loose and I’m exposed in my lacy thong. The professor walks around so that he is standing in front of me, and I am looking up at him. “Have you lost your place?” he asks.
“No, Master,” I respond instinctively. “Good,” He says. “I want you to continue reading out loud. I don’t want you to stop no matter what. It’s very important to your education that you comprehend this text. Your grade depends heavily on your performance right now. Do you understand?”
At this point, my entire body is flushed and warm. My wet pussy has soaked my thong, and I can hardly think straight. I manage to give a weak nod. The professor, maintaining his composure asks again, “do you understand, Princess?” Understanding immediately, I say “yes, Master,” confidently.
“Good,” the professor says as he begins to walk very slowly in a circle around the desk, observing every inch of me, but not touching. When he makes his way around to face me again, I am aching for his fingertips on any part of me. He watches my mouth as I’m reading and then reaches out and grabs a fistful of my hair. Grabbing hard, but not pulling, he takes his other hand and runs it down my back over the thin fabric of my blouse. When he gets to my waist, he wraps his arm around me and grips at my stomach, digging his fingers in.
Until this point, I’ve been continuing to read, but when I feel his fingers gripping me, my entire body clenches and I gasp. He releases his grip and says “Princess, please go back and reread the last five sentences. Every time you stop, stutter, gasp, or lose your place, you will need to go back and reread. I need to ensure that you understand what this piece is trying to get across.” I take a deep breath and count back five sentences and begin to read again, attempting to maintain my composure.
The professor has now made his way around the desk to my exposed ass. Grabbing my hips, he pulls me back towards him so my feet are almost hanging off of the desk. He moves his hands down from my hips to my thighs, again digging his fingers in and grabbing hard. This time, I just barely keep it together and continue to read. He then moves his hands to my ass, rubbing and spreading, gently. I want to moan, but keep reading, as I was told. Instead, I instinctively spread my legs and push my ass upwards, exposing my dripping pussy, still covered by the lace of my thong. The professor chuckles a bit at my reaction to being touched by him. I then hear him unbuckling his belt. He takes it off and then resumes rubbing my ass in gentle circles. Without warning, he takes the belt, raising back only a little, and brings it down against my skin hard enough to just sting. Not expecting that at all, I stop reading and let out a yelp, and a gentle moan as the sting melts away into intense pleasure.
The professor stops what he is doing immediately and he comes to stand in front of me. He folds his arms across his chest, belt still in his hand. “Princess, did I give you permission to stop reading?” he asks very calmly.
“No, Master,” I reply, my voice shaky.
“As I thought. Please go back and read the last ten sentences again, or if this assignment is too much for you, we can make other arrangements?” he questions.
“I can complete this assignment,” I reply, mustering as much confidence as possible.
“Good,” he replies before walking back around to the other end of the desk. This time he reaches around my waist to find the buttons that will release my wrap-around skirt. After undoing the buttons and letting the skirt fall to the desk, he takes my thong and pushes it all the way to the side, exposing me. I’m again pushing my pussy back towards him, dripping and aching to be touched. He takes his hand and reaches between my legs and rubs the tips of his fingers from the top of my lips gently and slowly down past my clit and hole, but not stopping at any point and moving slowly to my ass. I’m almost panting, but still just barely managing to read. I’m on the 5th page at this point, and am finding myself disappointed that I’m halfway finished. I’m aware that if I stop reading to let out a moan, it will extend the amount of time we spend here, but it will also disappoint the professor, which I definitely do not want to do, so I resist. Suddenly his hands are no longer on me and I hear the belt buckle clinking. Without warning, the belt is brought down harder this time on my right ass cheek. I let out a gasp, uncontrollably.
“Go back five sentences, Princess,” the professor says calmly, his composure is unwavering. He places the belt back down on the desk and sits down in his office chair. I continue to read as he calmly removes his shoes and socks, leaving them under the desk. He stands back up and begins to unbutton his shirt, his eyes on me the entire time. I’m an exposed, dripping mess, and love even just having his eyes on me. As he removes his clothes, he folds them and places them gently on the chair. He is already hard and strokes himself slowly, moaning quietly as he watches me. He comes to stand in front of me again.
“Please stop reading now, Princess,” he says. I do as he says and look up at him. He smiles at me before reaching back and grabbing my hair, pulling this time. He brings his other hand to my cheek with a gentle caress before moving his hand to my throat and squeezing just a little bit. He bends down to kiss me deeply. I melt into him searching for his tongue with mine. His hand moves from my throat to my chest grabbing at my breasts before moving both hands to unbutton my shirt. Once all of the buttons are undone, he asks me to kneel to remove my shirt and bra, before returning to my position on all fours.
He stands watching me and slowly stroking himself, as he waits for me to get back into place. He then comes to stand in front of me, this time grabbing the back of my head with one hand, and his cock with the other. He brings the tip to my mouth, and I lick my lips and open wide for him, aching to feel him against my tongue. He then pushes slowly all the way into my throat before pulling out for just a moment and then thrusting himself hard into the back of my throat. I moan, loving the feeling of him filing my mouth, and the taste of him. He continues to fuck my mouth with long deep strokes, as I writhe, and moan, my pussy throbbing and aching to be touched. Without warning he pulls out of my mouth and makes his way back to the other end of the desk.
“Princess, please continue reading for me,” he says as he uses his fingers to open my pussy lips. He moves gently, running his fingers to part my lips slowly, touching every inch with his fingertips. He then finds my clit, and rests his fingers there without moving. I push into his hand wanting to feel him rub me. He continues to hold his hand still as he strokes himself. When he moves again, he brings his fingers down, and pushes them into me hard. I’m dripping wet and he finds no resistance whatsoever. I continue to read as he moves his fingers in me, until he finds a certain spot, and I have to stop to catch my breath.
Without stopping what he is doing the professor simply says “go back five sentences.” I comply, but my voice comes out ragged, as my entire body is tense and I could cum at any moment. Noticing the way my body has tightened the professor speeds up and tells me to cum as he places his thumb on my clit. I feel the orgasm build in my abdomen and then release, sending pulsating contractions to my pussy. “Mmmmm, good girl,” the professor says as I moan, completely unable to read at this point. My body trembles as the intense orgasm winds down. “Now please go back two paragraphs,” he says as I regain my senses.
I do as he says, and start reading from two paragraphs back. He is standing up straight and stroking himself again as he watches me for a few more moments. Without warning, he grabs my hips again and pulls, so my knees are at the edge of the desk, my legs spread around him. He pushes my head down, forcing my ass into the air, before grabbing a fistful of my hair. He then rubs the tip of his cock up and down my pussy lips, pushing in slightly at the opening, but not penetrating. He does this for several moments driving me wild with deMastere. Finally, he slams into me with a swift and solid thrust. With one hand still in my hair and the other gripping my ass, he pounds into me slowly, but with force, so each thrust makes me want to moan out, but I resist, continuing my reading, now getting to the eighth of the ten pages.
As I’m reading about the characters in the story fucking hard against a wall, the professor is fucking me harder than anyone has ever fucked me before. The woman in the story is begging to cum just as I’m feeling my own need start to build. I always cum harder the second time, and my body is already tensing in preparation. The professor notices the signs, and says “uh uh baby, it’s not time yet,” before doubling his speed. He spanks my ass hard with his bare hand. This time, I just barely resist the urge to gasp. The professor notices, and rewards me with an enthusiastic “very good girl!”
His words cause my pussy to react immediately, gushing and pulsing. I’m dangerously close to cumming. All at once, the professor is fucking me harder than ever and gripping my ass with fingertips dug so deep into my skin. “Ok, Princess, would you like to cum now?” he asks, his own breath ragged.
“Yes, please, Master,” I pant, barely able to speak.
“Mmm, that’s my good girl. Go ahead, please cum for me,” he says as he fucks me so hard. I feel my entire body tense and then the warmth spread from my pussy to my thighs as my pussy pulses around his throbbing cock. With only a paragraph left, I stop reading, completely unable to focus on anything but the pleasure the professor has given me. My pussy is still contracting as I feel him cum in me. The warm cum and throbbing of his cock send a new wave of contractions to my pussy, and I’m cumming again as he pulls out of me.
I’m left moaning and writhing on the desk, feeling completely used and satisfied. The professor places my thong back over my pussy as his cum drips out. “Just leave that there for me, please, Princess,” he says, reaching out to offer me a hand to help me off of the desk. He clutches me to him, saying “Careful now, get your balance first,” before releasing his grip and allowing me to try to stand on my own, but keeping his arms around me. Once I have my footing, he places his hand on my back and pulls me in for an intense kiss.
“Now that you know the punishment for a missed assignment, let’s see if this happens again,” he says as he pulls away, his face not giving away whether he actually would like this for this to happen again. I smile, knowing that if it were up to me, I’d miss an assignment every single day. We both get dressed and just as I’m about to leave, he reminds me “please still complete the reading that was originally assigned, Princess. There are no free passes in my class.”
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/lc4cpi/a_lil_writing_exercise_i_did_for_my_master_bdsm