I looked down at him. “I didn’t say anything.”
“Exactly. When I give you an order, I expect you to reply.”
“OK”
“OK, what?” he challenged.
“OK, I will answer you.”
“I want you to reply with, OK, Professor West, or yes, Professor West.”
I took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. “OK, I will answer you, Professor West.”
“That’s better.”
As I turned toward the bookcase, my eyes rolled again, unable to believe that he was being such a jerk, I heard the commotion of him moving before I saw what was coming. In the amount of time it took me to roll my eyes and take a step toward the bookcase, he had sprung from his seat, moved around his desk, and fallen into the chair I had been sitting in.
He grabbed me around my waist, and he pulled me down until my stomach was lying across his lap. It was too fast to process. I had no idea what was happening until it was too late. One minute I was standing, and the next, he was taking me over his knee. He pushed my skirt up, and he yanked my panties down until my ass was exposed, and then he slapped my cheeks with something.
I gasped and turned my head to look back at him, and that’s when I saw the ruler in his hand.
“You will not roll your eyes at me. Is that understood?”
My stomach tightened as the burning ache surged through my body. “Y-Yes, Professor West.”
He pulled the ruler back and he smacked it across my ass once again, making me jump as the smacking sound echoed throughout the room. He did this over and over until my ass felt hot and sore. My flesh was tingling and burning, and I had tears in my eyes from the stinging sensation on my skin. I didn’t need to look to know I had welts.
I lost count of how many times he spanked me, but when he grew tired, he pushed me off his lap until I landed on the floor in a heap of shame. Then he stood, not at all ashamed of the way his hard cock was tenting his pants. “Get dressed and get the fuck out,” he snarled as he glared down at me.
I pushed myself up, fixing my panties and my skirt. I grabbed my bra and sweater from the floor, and he watched me as I put everything on with trembling hands and tears spilling down my cheeks. He didn’t move a muscle as I quickly gathered my thingsand rushed out of the room, slamming the door behind me. I walked as quickly as I could down the hallway, drying my tears as I went. I felt ashamed and embarrassed. Why had I let him do that to me?
I didn’t like that he was doing it as some messed-up punishment, but I couldn’t ignore the warmth that was spreading through my body or the throbbing between my legs. I didn’t know what any of it meant, and I hated that. I hated this entire thing.
As I walked quickly across campus, I thought about how he flipped up my skirt and how he yanked my panties down. It only made the junction between my thighs throb more. What the fuck was wrong with me? Why did I get turned on from having him take control over me? My embarrassment burned hotter, and the shame I was feeling before had turned into shame about what turned me on.
When I got back to my apartment, I threw myself onto my bed and stared up at the ceiling, trying to ignore the way my body was reeling. The butterflies in my stomach were alive and soaring about, tickling me from the inside. I found it almost impossible to forget how badly my body needed a release.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm my hyped up body. I thought about Chase, about our date, and how he could be the one I ended up with. He was cute and sweet from what I’d learned about him. Just thinking about him brought a smile to my face. It made me excited to see where things could go between us.
But then I thought about Professor West.
The second I started thinking about Elliot, everything changed. My blood began to boil, and my body broke out in tingling sensations that made every hair stand on end. I thought about the way he yanked my panties down, how his hard cock was pressing against my side. I even imagined him touchingme, dipping his fingers into my heat as he kept me bent over his knee. The longer I thought about him, the more my body responded in ways that confused me. I didn’t want to have any reaction to him, but I definitely did. Growing up, I’d had a crush on him, so I tried to reason with myself that this was all that was. Some lovesick crush actually happening.
My phone vibrated on my nightstand, dragging me away from my confusing thoughts.
Hello?”
“Hey, what are you doing?” Madison asked.
I wasn’t about to tell her that I was dealing with Professor West. “Nothing. What’s up?”
A couple of people are getting ready to go to Strike Out. You wanna go?”
Strike Out was the most popular sports bar near campus. The owner was a retired professional baseball player for the Chicago Cubs, so everyone liked to go there in hopes of meeting him. With the location being so close to a college campus, they pulled in the younger crowd with their drink and dinner specials. However, I was still too broke even to consider going out for dinner and drinks.
“No thanks. I’m broke. I’ll probably stay home, catch up on some homework, and eat some cereal for dinner.”
She snorted her distaste at my answer. “Chase is going, and he’s the one who told me to ask if you’d go. Come on. I bet he’ll even pay for your dinner if you show up, but if he doesn’t, I’ll loan you a few bucks.”
