Teaching Her a Lesson Part 3: Induction

She sat on top of her desk, facing away from the door, as she’d been ordered to. Waiting for her ‘tutouring’.

Her panties lay on his desk, in plain sight of the door. If anyone walked in, they would see them immediately. It was making her jittery.

The door opened behind her. She continued to stare at his desk, as she’d been told to. Slowly relaxed at the sound of his voice.

“Good, you’re already here.”

The lock clicked. He moved closer.

“And you brought your thong too, good girl,” he murmured in her ear. She shivered. He stood so close behind her that she could feel his breath on her neck.

His palms brushed lightly over her breasts, and she swallowed, waiting for more. But instead he moved off, picking her panties up from his desk, made eye contact as he locked them in the drawer with her bra.

Continued with the eye contact as he laid a pair of handcuffs on the desk.

“Strip.” He ordered.

Hands trembling, she unbuttoned her shirt first. He made a sound of approval at her bra – a soft, lacy thing that did nothing to conceal her hardened nipples.

She removed her skirt next – no panties, as she’d been told. Her skin heated under his gaze. She unclasped her bra, slipped it off. Lowered her eyes to stare at her bare legs, flushing.

“Head up, and open your legs, slut. Assume your natural position.” His lips twitched as she continued to stare at her thighs.

He strode toward her, yanked her head up, fingers digging into her chin hard.

“I told you. To get your head up.” He pinched her nipple, hard enough to make her yelp.

“Ss- sorry sir,” she stuttered.

He slapped her tits lightly, watched them jiggle. Then harder. Hard enough to make her whimper helplessly, hard enough to trigger a jolt of pleasure with the pain.

He stopped, stroked the sting away with a thumb.

“Please, again sir,” she begged.

He raised an eyebrow. “You want me to slap you again?”

“Yes! Yes please.”

He did so again – and then once more on the other side. “Have to make it equal sweetie.”

He kissed both nipples, sucked them. Stepped back and undressed himself. She bit her lip, watching him quietly through her lashes.

Without being asked, she dropped onto her knees, shuffled forward. He walked backwards just to watch her crawl after him, her eyes fixed on his cock, her body lithe and liquid with hunger. Her ass jiggled with each movement; mesmerising.

He sat at his desk chair, and as soon as he’d stopped she was on him. Mouth wet and warm, lips wrapped tight around him as she bobbed her head, working him deeper with each push.

He gripped the back of her head in his hand, winding her hair around his fingers, alternately tugging her back and pushing her forward. Teasing her. Because he could feel her trying to get him deeper. Needing him deeper.

She drooled as he pushed into her throat, choking a little, eyes watering. But she was whimpering too, actively trying to work his full length into her.

He pulled her closer, slowly started to fuck her throat. Made her helpless, a slave to his cock. Thrust into her with bruising force.

“Such a whore for my cock,” he grunted. “Drool all over me sweetie. You’ll appreciate it later.”

She made a sound of shock, anticipation, muffled by his fucking.

He pulled her away.

“Get up. Turn around, lean on the desk ass toward me,” he ordered.

She complied. Could hear him moving around behind her, had to resist the urge to look around. If she did, she’d be punished.

He spoke abruptly. “Did you know your other professors have noted your lack of attention? Sweetie, you need to start focusing. Or I promise you there’ll be consequences.”

She nodded. “Ok sir. I’ll- I’ll try.”

“You’ll do more than try, slut. Or you’ll find out that girls who don’t focus don’t get cock.”

“Ok, ok! I will, sir.”

“Good girl. Hands behind your back.”

He handcuffed her.

“These,” he murmured, circling her nipples, “Would look incredible with clamps on.” He pinched them.

She whimpered.

He spread her ass, poured lube over her asshole. She gasped at the cold. Then as his finger pressed into her. He kissed the side of her neck, bit it as he added a second. She gasped as he stretched her, pushed a third inside. Shivered as he slowly prepared her asshole for his cock.

Swallowed as he removed his fingers, replaced them with his cock. He held her still as he slowly thrust himself into her, groaning at her hole’s tightness.

“I’m going to cum in you sweetie. Take every one of your holes. And when I do I’m going to keep it inside you with a butt plug. So you remember what being owned feels like”

“Fuck, sir. Yes please, I need that, please…”

She groaned as he pushed balls deep into her.

“God, I’m not going to last long, you’re so tight.”

He fucked her ass, slow, deep. Filling her, stretching her, in a way she never thought she would be.

Then as he got closer, faster, grunting. She cried out under his pounding.

He pulled her tight to him, was balls deep when he came, filling her ass deeply. Pulled out, letting his seed trickle from her asshole.

He uncuffed her.

“Sir I need more.” She whined.

“More of what?”

“You’re holding back on me sir. I want to know what it feels like to be used, be owned by you.”

He glanced up from dressing. Pretended to think.

“Well. If you come to see me all of next week like a true slut would… I might book us a hotel room. So you can see what being used is really like.”

The door clicked shut behind him.

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