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a Little something
a Little something
Christina?” The professor’s voice boomed from inside
his office. “You can come in now.” Slowly Christina dragged
herself up off the bench. The hard slats had left marks on
the backs of her thighs. She rubbed at them and straightened
the pleats in her skirt, nervously trying to compose her
appearance before she went in. She smoothed the top of her
head and twirled the end of her ponytail into one bouncy
Her shoes scuffed on the hardwood floor, announcing her
presence before she appeared in the doorway to his office.
The interior was dimmed by the heavy drapes drawn over the
windows behind his desk. The light in the hall illuminated
her from behind, silhouetting her adolescent long legs.
She reluctantly stepped into the office, her shoulders
slumped, her lips in a sullen pout. She knew she was in trouble
and was trying not to care. “Sit, ” the professor commanded
her, motioning to a chair.
Christina did so, slouching in the big studded leather
chair in front of the fortress of his desk. She crossed her
legs, nudging the front of the oak desk with one of her mary
janes. Idly she wiggled her foot to make designs on the polished
surface with a residue of the rubber from her shoe. The muted
light shimmered over her legs. Christina tugged her skirt
a little lower so that it didn’t ride up so high.
“I assume you know why you’re here, ” he said sternly. She
nodded, her ponytail bobbing. He continued. “It puzzles
me that you refused to incriminate any of the others involved
in this--” he seemed lost for words. “This mess, ” he finished.
“You realize that by taking all of the blame you risk expulsion.”
Christina’s head jerked up at the mention of being kicked
out completely. The professor took in her consternation.
“You cannot expect me to tolerate such behavior without
some sort of punishment.”
“I know.” Her voice wasn’t much more than a whisper. Christina’s
lower lip trembled.
“I am going to be lenient with you, Christina.” She dared
to look at him now, her large eyes apprehensive. He was not
looking at her, was instead examining the backs of his hands
on the desk. Her eyes dropped to notice how long his fingers
were. Involuntarily Christina saw a split-second image
of his fingers buried deep in her, stroking her G-spot,
his thumb rubbing her clit as she cried out. Her face did
not change, but when he looked up at her a blush colored the
tips of her ears. A new kind of fear was in her eyes.
Suddenly the professor rose from his massive chair behind
the desk. He linked his hands together behind his back and
paced his office, nearing the door. Anxiously Christina
watched him, twisting her head to follow his movements.
Her hands were restless in her lap. The professor shut the
door to his office. “What kind of punishment do you think
you deserve, Christina?”
She turned around more fully, uncrossing her legs and
leaning around the edge of her chair. “What do I think I deserve?”
Her voice was still unsteady. Christina looked at him,
tall and intimidating. She bit her lip. “Um, that is--”
“Yes?” He urged her to go on.
“Well, I don’t think… I don’t think you should expel me.”
She said the words in a rush and winced. Maybe she shouldn’t
have brought up the dreaded possibility. It seemed more
likely that it would actually happen now that she had mentioned
it. To her surprise the professor laughed.
“Expulsion is not what I had in mind, ” he said, for the
first time his voice warming. She sighed in relief, blowing
her bangs off her forehead. Christina relaxed a little,
knowing that whatever punishments she suffered, at least
she would stay in school. She realized the professor had
moved closer, was in fact standing over her. “I won’t expel
you if you promise to be a good girl.”
The hairs on the back of Christina’s neck stood up. What
was he referring to? What did he want her to do? What should
she say? She licked her lips and looked up at him, trying
to discern his meaning. His face was guarded, showing no
expression, waiting for her answer. “I’ll be good, ” she
said in a small voice. No more chewing gum in class, no more
smoking in the bathroom or kissing boys in the library or
swearing. She would be on her best behavior from now on.
“I want you to promise.”
“I promise. I’ll be good.” Anything to avoid being sent
home in disgrace.
“Say it. Say you’ll be a good girl.”
“I’ll be a good girl.” At her words the professor’s face
finally changed from the stern mask to a tight smile. She
did not have time to interpret the strange smile before
“Good.” He bent his head close to her ear and she could smell
his cologne. “Bend over the desk, Christina.” She stiffened.
“You heard me. You said you’d be a good girl. So be one, ”
he commanded her, his breath stirring a wisp of her hair.
Slowly she rose from her chair and stood in front of his huge
desk, only bending slightly from the waist. Her cheeks
burned and her mouth was dry.
He stood behind her, a heavy hand between her shoulder
blades pushing her forward until she could smell the papery
scent of the blotter on his desk. Christina’s hands pressed
against the desk on either side of her head. She trembled,
not knowing what to expect. The professor stood back, appreciating
the subservient picture she made. Her plaid skirt had risen
from its original position at the backs of her thighs to
frame the curves of her ass, exposed by the tiny pair of thong
underwear that she wore. He could see goose bumps breaking
out on her pale skin.
“What’s going to happen next?” Christina’s unsteady
voice was muffled by the desk. “What are you going to do to
me?” She could feel the professor’s warm hand stroke her
leg. She trembled as it rose higher to smooth over her butt.
“Why don’t you just wait and see? “ His fingers traced the
line of her thong, from high on her hip down to the cleft of
her ass. She jerked as he touched her asshole through the
thin cotton, but he didn’t linger. His touch continued
down between her legs to the warmth of her pussy. Christina
jumped again, but this time he felt a spurt of wetness against
the fabric of her panties.
Christina closed her eyes in humiliation. Imagine getting
turned on by your teacher, letting him feel you this way!
Her mind relented in order to avoid getting expelled. Yet
her body was only too happy to respond to his insulting touch.
He stroked her through her underwear, feeling the small
firmness of her clit against his fingertip. Christina
let out a gasp, but refused to let herself arch against his
hand as she wanted to. His fingers left her pussy. Her hips
gave a backward thrust, as though trying to persuade them
to come back. But his hands were already somewhere else.
The professor reached up underneath her skirt to grasp
her thong and pull it down. The meager strip of fabric curled
up as he slid it down her legs, kneeling to pull it off. Christina
stepped out of it one foot at a time, feeling the cool air
in the office assault her hot pussy. Suddenly the temperature
of that air changed again, this time to his warm breath on
her cunt. “I see you shave, ” he said, giving her shivers.
He licked the soft skin of her inner thigh and admired her
Most of her triangle was still there, trimmed short, but
the area just above her clit, all the way between her legs
and back up to her asshole was shaved as smooth as his face.
Without ceremony the professor stuck his tongue into her
wet pussy. Christina gasped in shock at the sudden intrusion.
She tried to squirm away from him, but his hands held her
firmly. One of his hands, still entangled in her underwear,
held her by the ankle, his fingers pinching it hard. He moved
the other hand from where he had held her hip in a bruising
grip. His long fingers spread her moistness, reached up
to tantalize her clit. He massaged it hard. She lunged forward
on the desk, grinding her hips into his mouth.
Christina moved against his mouth and fingers, riding
his tongue, feeling it inside her slick entry. Her hands
fisted and clutched at the desk, leaving foggy prints on
the shiny wood. Shamelessly she bucked against the fingers
on her clit and moaned into the blotter. An explosion ripped
through her quite unexpectedly. Her hand shot out to grip
the edge of the desk and knocked something off. It went crashing
to the floor as she arched and grappled and gasped through
the climax. She lay limp, panting, still shaking with the
smaller ripples of pleasure. Christina closed her eyes
as her ears burned with shame. She attempted to push herself
up off the desk, but her arms were like jelly.
Little did she know, the professor thought. He straightened,
wiping his mouth with her panties before dropping them
on the desk next to her face. “Can you smell yourself?” he
asked the back of her head. Indeed she could, without much
effort. Her scent was ripe in the room. Christina wished
the earth would swallow her up.
The professor spanked her, hard. The slap stung her ass,
the contact exaggerated by the liquid on his fingers. Christina
cried out at the unexpected pain. Quickly the professor
slid his long fingers inside her wet pussy. Her cry melted
into a moan as she was suddenly filled.
Two of his fingers slid in and out of her cunt, strumming
her G-spot with each thrust. Christina had barely enough
time to relax into that motion before she felt something
new. His tongue returned to her pussy, but did not stay there.
She held her breath as he licked backwards and soon encountered
the sensitive flesh of her asshole. “No, ” she said aloud,
trying to pull away.
The professor pulled away. “Do you really want me to stop?”
He moved his fingers inside her and she arched against them.
Her breathing quickened. He stopped. Christina gave a
tiny moan and moved her hips. Slowly he rubbed her clit with
his thumb. She moaned louder. “Do you?”
Christina shook her head.
“I didn’t hear an answer, ” the professor said, withdrawing
She whimpered. He moved his hand away.
“Keep going, ” she breathed. Immediately his fingers
slammed back into her pussy and fucked her hard. Christina
moaned loudly. “Don’t stop, ” she said. He lowered his
head, and she cringed as she imagined what was next. She
gasped when she felt his tongue tease, then enter her asshole.
Christina was both incredibly aroused and disturbed by
this new sensation. She found herself grinding her hips
to his rhythm, in tune with his fingers in her cunt and his
tongue in her ass. Violently Christina came again, screaming,
clenching the muscles in her pussy around his fingers and
writhing against the desk. This seemed to be too much for
the professor. His fingers left her pussy and he gave a final
lick to her ass.
A new pressure that she recognized as his bare cock pressed
against her slick pussy. His hands, damp with her moisture,
steadied her hips as he entered her. Christina moaned as
his cock quickly filled her, wincing at the squishing sound
it made. She was so wet and slippery that he slid into her
tight cunt easily. She gripped the edge of the desk and hung
on for dear life as he fucked her. The professor pushed her
tight against the desk, one hand on her lower back to hold
her steady, and pumped his cock into her cunt. Christina
rose to her toes, tilting her hips to accommodate him better.
The slapping sounds of their activity grew louder, amplified
by the speed and determination with which he fucked her.
Suddenly he stopped, and Christina whimpered, disappointed.
The professor slowly slid his glistening cock out of her
cunt. “Don’t worry, ” he reassured her, “You’re still
going to get fucked like you never have before.” Christina
arched, her cunt seeking his cock, as if to say she certainly
hoped so. His warm hands caressed her ass, spreading the
two cheeks to expose her asshole, still pink and wet from
his earlier ministrations. He slid his dick along the cleft
until the head poked at her hole. Christina stiffened,
waiting for him, her humiliation drowned in desire. She
turned her head.
“Be careful, ” she said, her voice a bit hoarse. “Don’t
“I won’t, ” he said. “You can take it.” Carefully the professor
guided himself into this tighter opening, helped by the
moisture from her pussy clinging to his cock. Christina’s
face contorted at the strange thrill that went through
her body as he penetrated her ass. She gasped as he slowly
pushed into her, stretching her asshole around his dick.
He began to move, haltingly at first, but when Christina
did not show any signs of discomfort, he quickened his pace.
She relaxed as he screwed her, the motions becoming easier
as her ass grew slick, welcoming him. Now his own moans rivaled
those of Christina, who threw her butt backward onto his
dick, inviting him to fuck her as hard as he had before.
He hammered into her, spurred on by the sight of her immaculate
ass speared by his cock. His hands again sought her hips
to clasp her to him as he fucked her butt. Christina could
feel herself rising rapidly towards another climax, and
clenched the muscles in her ass to bring him with her. He
responded immediately, groaning and spanking her as his
cock hardened inside her. He could feel the shudders of
orgasm begin, deep in his toes. Quickly the creeping wave
flamed up the backs of his legs as she rippled around him.
He exploded, slamming into her as he shook with his climax.
Christina cried out as she came too, clenching and releasing
around his spurting cock. The orgasm whipped through her,
a trail of fire from her ass up into her spine, and she bucked
against his dick. Their convulsions slowed gradually
to nothing more than trembles. Christina lay limp on the
desk, the sheen of sweat on her limbs starting to evaporate.
The professor slid from her ass, which was bright pink and
looked like it had been satisfactorily fucked. He hoped
He pulled Christina’s skirt down to cover her and helped
her to stand up. She was shaky and started to fall. Quickly
the professor lifted her to sit on his desk. It was warm from
her body and she could feel her liquid smear over the surface.
He tilted her chin in a strangely affectionate gesture.
She looked up at him, her eyeliner smeared and her hair wispy
and curling. A saucy look came into her eyes and she smirked
at him. “Can I take this to mean I’m not expelled?”
He had to smile. “You don’t need to fear getting expelled
anymore. I’ll make sure you stay at this school.” The double
meaning was evident, even though his tone was firm. Christina
hopped off his desk, fixing her skirt but making no move
to retrieve her panties. “Can I take that to mean you’ll
be good girl?”
“Oh, no, ” she said, her hand on the front of his pants,
stroking his now-limp cock. She walked towards the door,
her hips and her ponytail swinging. Christina opened the
door, her hand on the knob. She looked over her shoulder
at him. “I like being a bad girl.” She slammed the door on
her way out.