Drop Out [mf] [college] [professor] [bondage] [overstimulation] [impact play] [humiliation] [slave play]

*Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction and in no way condones acts of sexual assault or violence. All acts of sexual intercourse and play depicted in this story are preformed by consenting adults.*

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It came as a surprise to Jasmin when her university announced that they would be partnering with the Institution in an effort to boost their attendance and grade performance. She wasn’t the only one upset with this decision. After all, everyone knew just how cruel the Institution can be with their loans. There was no telling how callous they would be to college students. Her anger with this decision only amplifying when she only had a year left until she graduated. Now with the new system in place, there was no way to transfer her credits. She either had to stick it out or walk away from all the money and time she spent to become a doctor. 

For the moment, Jasmin swallowed her pride and stuck it out. “It was only a year,” she thought. The first week of the new administration saw some signification changes already. When Jasmin walked into class she wasn’t met with Mrs. Ward, the sixty year old woman who greeted everyone in her class with a smile. Instead she was met with a new instructor. A man in his late thirties who looked like he knew how to be a physical trainer more than teach a class about biology. 

“Who are you? Where’s Mrs. Ward?” Jasmin asked furiously. 

“My name is Mr. Dawson. Mrs. Ward has been transferred to a university upstate with a pay increase. Don’t worry, the Institution may be strict, but we are not cruel.” Jasmin walked away in a huff only to be stopped once again. “Oh. And Ms. Hardy. Don’t speak to me with that tone again. Understand?” 

Jasmin was appalled but didn’t speak back. Instead she opted to sit down at her desk and see how good this new professor was. To her surprise the man knew his stuff. Presenting is lecture as if he had read all of Mrs. Ward’s curriculum the night before and continuing it as if she never left. It was hard to believe that this man worked for the Institution. Perhaps this last year wasn’t going to be so bad after all, but that was a thought that Jasmin would soon regret. 

The next week, students had move to different rooms while the Institution remodeled the classrooms. Jasmin wondered what the intent was, but unfortunately her focus to graduate kept her distracted enough to find out about it the next week when she returned to her original class. Now fitted with old wooden desks. The classroom now looked more like some Catholic school from the 50’s than a modern university. Mr. Dawson sat behind some old smaller desk rather than the sleek large one he had before, looking like some teacher from a porno Jasmin saw when she was in high school. It was ridiculous but Mr. Dawson didn’t care. He expected everyone to sit at their desks that now became assigned seating and work on their assignments or they weren’t getting their credits. 

Then the next big change happened. A change that caught Jasmin more off guard than anything before as the university now had a dress code. Nothing reserved like a Catholic school might have. No. Girls were to wear plaid skirts that barely covered half of their asses. White leggings that went all the way up to their thighs and little black heel shoes. A white button up shirt that was so thin you could see any bra you were wearing and so small it squeezed against your chest. And a comically small tie. Even the girl’s hair had to be either in the style of a ponytail or pigtails. Braided or non-braided. It looked more like a slutty Halloween costume more than a college uniform. Jasmin thought how ridiculous it all was. This was a university. Not some private school. They had no right to do this. But Mr. Dawson disagreed. 

“There’s a new dress code for the university grounds. You all have a week to accept the rule change. The university will be more than happy to provide two sets of uniforms to anyone who can’t afford one. If you do not comply with these rule changes. There will be consequences.” His tone getting dead serious as his eyes peered right at Jasmin sitting behind her wooden desk with annoyance. 

A week had went by and Jasmin refused to change, protesting such absurd rule that no one should have to follow and shocked by just how many of her friends and classmates dressed up the next week. The only person not amused by Jasmin’s antics was Mr. Dawson. 

“Ms. Hardy. Perhaps you didn’t hear me last week. I warned you by this time last week that if you didn’t get with the program that there would be consequences.” 

“I’m not dressing up like a whore. Just do your lecture and I’ll be on my way.” 

“Unfortunately the new rules state I can’t present my lecture when I have a disruptive student.” Palming his hands together as his voice sounded like it was holding back rage. 

“Disruptive? You’re crazy.” Jasmin laughed, looking around to see if anyone would have her back. Only to realize no one was looking at her. She looked back to see Mr. Dawson’s eye twitching. 

“Ms. Hardy. You’re a student of a university that belongs to the Institution. If you didn’t want to wear the uniform. You should have left the university and gone somewhere else.” His voice dragging with anger as if he was a cougar ready to pounce on his prey. “Policy dictates I must now take corrective action against a disruptive student such as yourself.” 

“Corrective action? What on earth are you talking abou-” 

Jasmin’s eyes widened in fear as Mr. Dawson got out of his desk and stormed across the classroom directly towards her. He grabbed at her hair and pulled her out of her chair, ignoring her screams as she yelled for someone to do something. Her feet scrapping across the floor as he dragged her back towards the front. Picking her up around her waist with ease and getting her over his knee as he sat on his desk. Jasmin flailed but couldn’t stop the physically superior Dawson as he grabbed at her pants and pulled them straight down with force. Not only her pants, but her panties as well. Exposing more than just her ass to the whole class. 

“What are you doing!? Get the fuck off of me!! Hel-” SMACK 

Jasmin felt the man’s hand come crashing down on her ass cheeks. The burning sensation rippling across her flesh. It was more painful than she expected. 

“OW! Fuck! Stop! Let go of m-” SMACK SMACK “Owwwww!” 

Jasmin was now crying. She’d never been spanked in her life and now she was getting beat right in front of all her classmates and friends. 

“You’re going to apologize.” Mr. Dawson’s voice growled as he pinned Jasmin’s arms behind her back and kept her flailing legs down with one of his own. Smacking her ass some more as her flesh echoed in the classroom. No one doing anything to stop him except watch. 

“Ow! Fuck you! This isn’t ri-” SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK. “Owwwwwwie! Stop! Please!” 

“Apologize you ungrateful little harlot!” SMACK SMACK. Jasmin’s ass getting redder by the second. His hand gripping a cheek so tightly it was just as painful as getting it smacked.

She looked around the classroom. Tears now streaming down her face. Everyone watching. She notice some men had boners. Some of the girls’ hands slipping down their legs as they watched Jasmin get brutalized by their very own professor. A couple of more smacks and the pain was too much for her to bear. 

“Okay! Okay!” Her voice cracking as she cried like a child. 

“What was that!” SMACK SMACK SMACK. Her ass now turning into a deep red as he tenderized her cheeks. 

“I’m sorryyyyyyy!” Jasmin cried out, still trying to flail despite being pinned down. Her head falling down in shame. 

“Good. Now that you’ve realized what you’ve done. I’m going to remind you who’s in charge.” 

“Wh-What?” Breathing hard, thinking she would be let go after she apologized. 

Mr. Dawson continued his spanking, neglecting to acknowledge Jasmin’s cries of pain. Her ass becoming a deeper shade of red until it looked beyond the recognizable color of skin. Only after knowing for sure her ass would be bruised did he toss her off his knee and towards her desk. Jasmin cried like a five year old that had just been punished by her father. Pulling up her panties and pants, ready to grab her things and walk out of the class room. 

“What are you doing?” Mr. Dawson shouted.

“I’m leaving…” Jasmin said trying to wipe tears off her face. Feeling betrayed by her friends and utterly humiliated in front of them. 

“You’ve still got a lecture to attend young lady. Now stand in the back. And pull down those pants again. Unless you want me to continue beating your ass.” His threat one hundred percent serious.

“NO! No please! I’ll stay…I’m sorry…” Jasmin cried some more as she grabbed her things, walked to the back of the class and reluctantly pulled down her pants and panties. Ashamed that she was following this man’s orders and covering her pussy when the boys looked back.

The lecture continued as planned but it was hard to focus and write notes as Jasmin felt the growing and lingering pain of her ass cheeks on fire. The lecture ultimately ending as everyone got up and left for their next class. 

“You can pull up your pants now Ms. Hardy.” Mr. Dawson said as he cleaned up his desk for the next class. “And I expect you to be in uniform tomorrow. Understand.” 

“Yes…” Jasmin said with fear. Avoiding eye contact. 

“Have some respect Ms. Hardy. Yes Sir.” His tone still as commanding as ever. 

“Yes Sir.” leaving with her books close to her chest, head down and ass still stinging. 

The next day Jasmin showed up as instructed. Wearing the new uniform and turning the heads of every guy on campus. Despite her protests, her body was made for the uniform. Her breasts more pronounced as the shirt squeezed at her body. Her skirt fluttering side to side as she was forced to sway her hips to walk in the heels. The silver lining being her ass felt less pain with no denim pressed against it. Jasmin soon found out that her “class disruption” was marked against her. Four more and she’d be dropped out of the university and sent to the Warehouse as a sex slave. That the Institution demanded “absolute perfection” from their campus attendees. Low enough grade. Late for class. Or any kind of class disturbance was a mark against her. With only months away from her graduation. It was a going to be an uphill battle for Jasmin to make it unscathed and escape this hellhole with her diploma in hand. But that proved more difficult than it sounded. 

Weeks would go by before Mr. Dawson assigned a group project and intentionally gave Jasmin the worst possible partners. They did little to nothing to help with the assignment as Jasmin was forced to pick up the slack. Still, her hard efforts of staying up late were in vain and they didn’t get a high enough grade to pass. Since it was the first offence for the other students, they got off easy. But since it was Jasmin’s second offense so soon after her class disruption, Mr. Dawson saw it fit to punish her accordingly. She was to sit in the back of the class on a sybian. Arms trapped in a tight leather armbinder behind her back while a ball gag was secured behind her teeth and snugged around her head.

Obviously, Jasmin protested such a demeaning punishment, but what was she to do? One more glare from Mr. Dawson was all it took. She knew if she fought against this punishment any more than she already did, it would be another strike. She reluctantly allowed her professor to strap on the armbinder and even made it a point to show everyone in class how to properly secure it. Jasmin felt the firey sting in her shoulders and elbows as the leather straps were tightened. Then the ball gag was secured nicely behind her teeth before she was escorted to the back of the class were the sybian rested. Feeling absolute shame knowing the boys in the class were staring at her still healing ass cheeks as she walked by them, until she was standing right over the machine that seemed to mock her the closer she got to it.

“Sit.” This wasn’t some command from a stern professor or disappointed guardian. His tone was exactly like one of a trainer and his dog. It was steady. Deep. An undertone of aggression. It send shivers down Jasmin’s spine that devolved into anger towards her professor. But in the end there was nothing she could do as all her former friends and fellow classmates turned their attention towards her and watched as she got down on her knees and sat right over the sybian.

Mr. Dawson wasted no time leaning in and turning the mechanism on. It was the first time Jasmin had ever been subjected to a toy like this before. The vibrations immediately having an effect on her lower lips that could not escape the unrelenting force of pleasure bombarding her senses. She fought back for as long as she could. Glancing at the clock now and then. She didn’t want to give Mr. Dawson the satisfaction of breaking her. But it turns out her body was more sensitive to this kind of stimulation than she could have ever imagined. The pleasure built quickly within her pussy. The heat rising faster and faster until the pleasure burst throughout her body. She could feel her nipples desperately trying to poke through the bland, thick black bra she wore in defiance to the schools new regulations. A choice that backfired as they rubbed against the fabric. Making her breasts become more and more sensitive to touch. She could feel her pussy getting wetter and wetter. Slowly soaking the reserved silk while panties underneath her plaid skirt.

Jasmin tried to distract herself by focusing on the lecture. Despite her punishment, any material discussed in class was still going to be on the test. Then she made the fatal error of glances towards the clock above Mr. Dawson’s desk. It had only been seven minutes. Seven minutes and she finally let out a deep moan that lingered through the ball gag in her mouth. She felt the instant relief for her body as she allowed the pleasure to sweep over her mind. Getting hotter as students turned their heads towards her lust filled sounds. Then she felt it rising. Fighting back against it for as long as she could. Even in this humiliating state, she didn’t want to give Mr. Dawson or the Institution this satisfaction. But it was all in vain as the orgasm crashed over her body like an intense wave. She felt herself tighten up and groan louder than any time she had sex before. A side effect of fighting back against an orgasm for so long against pleasure so intense.

Jasmin’s immense pleasure didn’t last long. She realized quickly that she couldn’t escape this fate, no matter how much she wanted to. Another orgasm built up and it was much harder to fight back. Her efforts quickly making her body shine with sweat as her clothes began to get drenched and her panties became soaked. Another orgasm and the class had only been going on for thirty minutes. It was then that it occurred to Jasmin just how fucked she truly was. This was going to be an extended class today. Six hours of lectures and discussions. Another orgasm and an hour hadn’t even finished. Jasmin could no longer fight back the moaning. The pleasure enveloped her body as she allowed her mind to devolve into one of a animal in heat. Drooling all over her tie and shirt. She began to moan and groan so loudly that she was becoming a distraction to the class. Mr. Dawson fixed that issue by simply switching the ball gag to a dildo gag/muffler. Stuffing her mouth and rendering her voice practically silent as she was made to suffer in the back of the class.

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Three hours went by and the orgasms were no longer something Jasmin could enjoy. They brought pain to her and she cried out as hard as she could. Her screams muffled and only garnering the attention of the nearest students towards her. Students that either mocked her punishment or who slipped their hand underneath their panties as they watched Jasmin cry out in pain once again as another orgasm rolled through her body. Once the class was over and all the students were dismissed. Mr. Dawson finally walked to the back and unplugged the machine. Simply ignoring Jasmin as she fell over from exhaustion, not even bothering to remove the armbinder and gag. Her pussy so sensitive to touch, a graze of a finger would make her go crazy. All of this humiliation and suffering for failing a project, and all her partners had to endure was wearing a butt plug for those six hours.

Time would pass and the incident regarding the sybian became old news as other students took the spotlight. Jasmin still felt embarrassed she was subjected to such cruelty and yet she couldn’t stop her pussy from trembling every time she thought about how intense those orgasms had become. How the pain and pleasure blended together and overwhelmed her senses. All seemed fine. She was performing well in class. Her grades were good and any group project she was in, she made sure her partners held their own weight. But as winter approached and the air became colder. Jasmin lowered her guard and made a crucial mistake. One morning it was too nippy. She put on a pair of winter leggings underneath her uniform and headed to class. She didn’t even make it half way to her desk before Mr. Dawson stopped her dead in her tracks. Unpleased with how she violated the uniform policy.

Jasmin was shocked that the university under the Institution’s administration wouldn’t even allow leggings to keep their students warm during the winter. But the damage was already done. There was no taking back this mistake. No chance to head back to her dorm room and change. Mr. Dawson instructed Jasmin to stand in the front of the class. Her body already heating up out of embarrassment as her fellow students could tell something was awry and stared at her standing in front of the professor’s desk. One everyone had been seated, that was when Mr. Dawson spoke.

“Students. What is wrong with this picture.” His voice reminding Jasmin of the day he spanked her. Anger grinding as if it was a blade against stone.

“Her leggings Sir…She’s wearing leggings…” Jasmin’s eyes widen in betrayal as one of her friends rose their hand and pointed out her mistake.

“Correct! The policy is simple. No expectations allowed. Since Ms. Hardy here is so adamant about what she can do with her body, I think it’s time I remind all of you that you don’t have that kind of choice anymore. Your ass belongs to the Institution so long as you attend these grounds. Which means your ass belongs to me.

Now, coincidentally enough, we’re getting into our anatomy portion of our lesson. I think Ms. Hardy’s punishment will work perfectly in this case. A living example. Are you going to be a good girl for all this Ms. Hardy?” Standing right in front of her and looking her dead into her eyes.

“Yes….Sir….” Fighting back her own anger. Not daring to earn another strike against her.

Mr. Dawson grabbed at Jasmin’s top and ripped open the fabric causing her to gasp in surprise. Buttons flying everywhere as her breasts popped out for all to see. Her bra not lasting much longer as she felt his aggression grab at the garment. Ripping it open with ease and causing her bountiful breasts to fall naturally into place. Exposing more of herself to her friends and classmates. It was a primal aggression that shook Jasmin to her core. She wanted to move her hands from her sides. Slap her professor. But she was frozen in place with fear. Fear that resonated throughout her body and made her lower lips radiate with heat. Already getting wet and betraying what she stood for.

“Now the thing about breasts that everyone here should know. Is that sensitivity varies from person to person. Typically the smaller the breasts, the more sensitive. Larger. Less. Let’s see where Ms. Hardy is on that scale.”

Mr. Dawson talked and walked right behind Jasmin. As soon as he finished his sentence, his hands were around her body and grabbed at her chest. His fingers roughly squeezing Jasmin’s flesh between each digit. Jasmin’s mouth opened wide and failed to stifle a small moan. Her breasts were always sensitive. Even though what Mr. Dawson was doing was rough, it brought pleasure to her mind. Making her pussy wetter by the second as he squeezed ever so much.

“Looks like Ms. Hardy is pretty sensitive. Let’s keep exploring shall we?”

Mr. Dawson began to fondle at Jasmin’s breasts. Squeezing them while lifting them up. His fingers strategically pinching at her nipples as they moved towards the top and bringing his hands together. It was enough for Jasmin to let out a full blown moan of pleasure as her breasts became this man’s personal playthings. She could feel her face getting red as she looked around the room. Some boy’s cocks hard. Even friends she’d known for years who’d never seen her like this before. Girls all over the room slipping their hands underneath their skirts. There was something different about this punishment this time around. It didn’t feel as humiliating as the last one. In fact. It was turning her on the more people watched her get used.

It was right around when Mr. Dawson pinched and pulled up on Jasmin’s nipples hard that she let out a mix of a scream and moan. Her hands reaching back to grab at Mr. Dawson, lurching her ass back and grinding against her professor’s hardened cock. Begging for him to fuck her. An action that didn’t go unnoticed as she smiled at her desperateness.

“Now, you all see just how sensitive the nipples are. They’re especially sensitive when it comes to breast feeding. You. Come here and suck on Ms. Hardy’s nipples. See how crazy she goes.”

Jasmin looked over in time to see that it was her friend that called her out. There was no more running away now. The person she thought her friend walked up and followed her professor’s instructions. Leaning in and taking Jasmin’s nipple into her mouth. Sucking and nibbling on it. Jasmin could feel how rough and soft she was being at the same time. Feeling her warm wet lips pull at her sensitive buttons. She moaned something fierce and felt like she could cum from nipple play alone. But the punishment and degradation was far from over. Mr. Dawson turned Jasmin around and made her bend over his desk. He pulled her panties down to her ankles and lifted up her small skirt.

“Now lick and suck here. See how sensitive a teased girl can really be.”

“Yes Sir…”

Jasmin could no longer fight the sensations coursing through her body and mind. It was as if all those weeks ago when she sat on that sybian for six hours that something in her mind broke and never recovered. Her pussy craved the attention. The eyes looking at her. The lips and tongue of her friend licking and sucking away at her folds. It was craving more. It wanted more students to play with her body. A thought she was embarrassed to admit, but translated into a moan as her aroused lips leaked all over her friend’s face.

“Step back. Now I’m going to show all of you that you can make any girl squirt like a proper whore.”

Mr. Dawson showed restraint as he gently pushed away Jasmin’s friend. Only to move his fingers up and down her soaking wet cunt. She could feel how rough they felt against her skin, despite how much of herself leaked onto his finger tips. Her body dragged along his touch and sent shocks of pleasure up her body. She wanted to resist. Deep in the back of her mind she was still the same student who enrolled all those years ago. Who defied the schools uniform policy. But then she thought again. She didn’t drop out. She wore the uniform. She allowed all the men and woman to look at her bruised ass. Her body all perked up and made for show. Doubt that buried itself into her mind just like Mr. Dawson’s fingers buried themselves inside her pussy. Jasmin moaned like a pornstar as she felt his fingers go knuckle deep and massage her insides like they had been living there all her adult life.

“See the trick is making sure you hit the right spot. In the right motion.”

Jasmin felt Mr. Dawson’s fingers do a hook like motion inside her pussy. His speed increasing immensely as he finger fucked her right there in the front of class. He was right. It was all that was needed to make her squirt all over his fingers and hand. Moaning profusely as she orgasmed hard. Her body tightening and legs shaking. Feeling as if she could collapse right there on his desk and allow anyone to use her and she wouldn’t mind at all.

In the end. Jasmin got what she wanted that day. Mr. Dawson allowed everyone in class to participate. She felt hand after hand touch and play with her body. Her nipples massaged, pinched, licked and bitten. Her pussy and clit rubbed and sucked on. Her sides and sensitive spots tickled for fun. Even going so far as to allow student to use padded electrodes to shock her body and make her squirm and cry. All because she dared to keep herself warm. After all was said and down. She was escorted by Mr. Dawson to her dorm room to redress herself. Walking in the cold winter day in just her high thighs and shoes. Kept warm from the lingering ecstasy. Not daring to look back at Mr. Dawson who walked a mere couple feet behind her. Her still horny mind wishing he would take her right then and there.

Spring approached and Jasmin had convinced herself that what had happened to her was all some sort of trick. There was no way she’d enjoy being used and humiliated like that. So much in denial she couldn’t accept that she masturbated every night for a whole month, thinking about every small detail. Still, all she had to do was endure one more semester and she’d finally graduate and escape this hell hole. Defeat those who thought they could change her. Thinking she was finally in the clear. That was until Mr. Dawson gave out a surprise project that everyone had to finish by the end of the week. Jasmin was unprepared like most other students, but most other students didn’t have three strikes against them already. She spent long nights working on the project, making sure there was no way Mr. Dawson could find anything wrong with it and give her a bad grade. But as the week went on and the deadline got closer and closer. Jasmin could stop her mind from distracting itself. Thinking of those days. The very first time Mr. Dawson spanked her. Feeling how much her ass hurt. How the sybian turned pleasure into pain. The gazes she got from students who saw her walking in the snow naked. Not even noticing her hand was between her legs while her other hand fondled her tits. She realized too late. Her panties a soaking wet mess. She shook herself off, took a cold shower and went to bed. Repeating this process until the day the project was due.

However, Jasmin’s commitment to those long nights ultimately betrayed her. After cumming hard the final night, she passed out and slept right through her alarm that very morning. She naturally panicked and ran to her classroom and burst inside. But it was all too late. Mr. Dawson’s face said it all. He walked up and guided Jasmin to the front of the class by grabbing her shoulders. He reached around and once again ripped open her top with ease. Ripping her bra off at the same time with how tight his grip was. Making Jasmin whimper as her breasts were on full display. Feeling so soon after her recent punishment. Her de-robing wasn’t over as he grabbed at her skirt and tore those off as well. Tearing her panties right off her body as the fabric was pulled between her lips, making her subtly moan.

Mr. Dawson grabbed at one of her pigtails and dragged her towards her desk where he made her bend over and tied her down. Ignoring her little cries of mercy and help she knew wouldn’t work.

“This is what happens when you’re late.”

Mr. Dawson grabbed a metal rod and tied Jasmin’s ankles to the ends. Forcing her legs to spread open. Despite being naked before. She never felt more expose than now. Feeling her legs spread to their absolute limit and even the lips of her pussy forced a little open. The next thing he did was gag her mouth with the same ball gag he used when she sat on that sybian. Reminding her of those memories and making her pussy tremble in fear and anticipation. She whined and cried. Her legs shaking as she felt the end of a bamboo cane run up against her leg, between the lips of her ever increasingly wet pussy and at the end of her luscious ass.

A little tap at first. Tiny sting. She knew what was coming, but still felt like she’d receive some sort of mercy. A lie that only made the pain worse when Mr. Dawson swung hard and the bamboo brought pain onto her flesh. So intense she knew her skin had welted. Making her cry and tear up immediately.

“Class! Everyone is to strike Jasmin at least once. As hard as they can. Teach her a lesson about being late.”

Jasmin couldn’t believe it, but Mr. Dawson managed to make her heart sink even lower in that moment as a line of students formed behind her. The first student to step up was one of her best friends before the Institution took over. She was the cane and struck at Jasmin’s ass, only a little lower and hitting her her more sensitive upper thigh area, making her cry out in pain. Her body lurching as she tried to compose herself.

“Not hard enough. Again!”

Jasmin looked over towards Mr. Dawson in shock. Begging with her eyes for even a modicum of mercy as tears ran down her cheeks. But she would find no mercy from him as he simply smiled from his words. There was nothing she could do as her best friend swung again. Putting more power into her swing and managing to hit Jasmin’s pussy ever so much. It was an intense pain that sent a fiery sting around that area. Her legs starting to shake as the wanted so desperately to collapse on the ground. Find some way to defend itself.

Jasmin turned back in time to realized just how fucked she was with the next strike. The student was a boy she had rejected when they were both freshmen here. His resentment towards her still apparent as his swing had plenty of follow through, causing Jasmin to arch her body up as the pain shot up her body. Biting down on the ball gag. The next student. Then the next. Another swing. Another hit. Any time Mr. Dawson didn’t think they gave it their all, he he made them strike her again. And if they didn’t comply, he threatened them with a worse punishment. Only to have them strike at her five times just for defying his orders. Causing more pain for Jasmin that they wanted.

Sometimes, even when a student did strike her hard, Mr. Dawson was sadistic enough to make them strike her again. Knowing it would be a more painful strike. Jasmin endured all thirty eight of her classmate’s hit. Each hit making a new welt as her ass got redder and even a little bloody. And yet as each strike pierced her skin, she couldn’t stop her pussy from getting aroused. Thinking back to the sybian once again. How the pleasure and pain mixed together. Now it was no different. No pleasure to be found and yet her body and mind accepted it with open arms. Welcoming the pain and causing her pussy to crave more just like the last time she was humiliated.

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End of the day, Jasmin was a weak mess as she laid over her desk, still tied up. Legs shaking, unable to move properly. Unfortunately for her, not only was she late for class that day, awarding her forth mark. But she failed to turn the project in on time because of her punishment. Earning her fifth mark. Jasmin was taken away by official Handlers. Packed in a crate with her holes stuffed with toys. Blindfolded and tied up tightly. Sent off to the Warehouse where she’d be trained as a slave and sold to the highest bidder once she was broken. She couldn’t believe how quick her life had turned around. How she should have just taken the loss and dropped out of the university to go somewhere else. How stupid she was to think a pretty little thing like herself could beat a system the Institution created themselves. A system designed to create sex slaves.

But what truly surprised her is that she couldn’t believe how quickly her mind accepted becoming a sex slave. She was eager to please her trainers. Offering all of her holes. Taking any kind of treatment they gave her. Getting turned whether it be a slap to the face or fucked endlessly. Her mind dissolving into one of a cock hungry slut willing to do anything for her master or mistress as her training took hold. Then after a year, as she stood on the auction block who else would be sitting in the crowd but Mr. Dawson. The man who smiled in the audience. The man she never thought she’d see again. Who waited eagerly for this day. The day he could fuck the defiant little girl who walked into his classroom and dared to think she was anything more than three holes made for pleasure.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/11vh4vu/drop_out_mf_college_professor_bondage