A SLAVE'S JOURNAL, CHAPTER 2
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"Lie across my lap," said Professor Blackthorne, quietly, but in a tone that sent a shiver of fear through me. Doing so, I felt absurd and awkward-- anything but sexy-- in my "finals-crunch" outfit of sweats, T-shirt and sneakers. I was anticipating something painful, but felt strangely disappointed when he landed a couple of spanks on the outside of my sweatpants. It didn't hurt. I just felt silly and embarrassed for him. |
Balancing my hands on the floor, I started reading the titles of the books in front of me and thinking of how my roommate and I would have a good laugh when I got back to my apartment. Maybe we could even start a rumor that Professor Blackthorne was a pervert. I wonder if that would get him canned. Nah, he probably has tenure--
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My sweatpants were slowly being pulled over my ass. Oh my goodness. What underwear did I have on today? Oh no, my ugly flowered granny panties. How humiliating. Suddenly, there came Professor Blackthorne's flat hand slapping against one of my asscheeks. With only thin cotton to protect me, I gasped. It stung. Before I had the chance to think about it, then came another slap. I whimpered. And then I felt a hard swelling of the Professor's erection, pushing against my ribs from beneath. He was getting turned on, hearing me whimper in pain. Slap! This time it landed just under my ass, on the tender skin of my back upper thigh. It stung and I squeaked in surprise. I squirmed and tensed up, feeling his cock get even harder. |
And then the surprise of a lifetime: I realized I was getting wet. My pussy was quietly, subtly throbbing with the beat of my heart and the beat of his hand. My body was responding to this perverted discipline as it would to a talented lover. I moaned, burying my face in his upper thigh, feeling exposed and disoriented.
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I knew he was going to take my panties down; it was just a matter of when. And he didn't keep me waiting long. He eased the fabric over my ass with the light touch of an artist. Amazing how those hands could be so cruel and the next moment so gentle. He waited what seemed like an eternity before he began spanking me again, and when he did, the next blow was harder than all the others. I yelped in pain, loudly this time. |