“Yes, professor,” I replied obediently, closing my eyes as he caressed my lower back. “I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.”
“Yes, it will. I know it will. And do you know how I know that?”
“No, professor.”
“Because,” he whispered, leaning close, so close I could feel his bulge pressed against me. “You’re a naughty girl.”
I smiled as he paddled me again and felt more of my sticky juices spill out of me and run down my inner thighs. My body was aching for him, and I was so turned on that I was right on the verge of shattering our role-play fantasy and crying out for him to take me. But I held strong.
Soon…I thought.
I heard Caleb unbuckle his belt and felt the cold metal press against my hip as he undid his fly. I gasped as he pulled his dick out and simply set it on my ass so I could feel its weight. I still hadn’t gotten used to just how fucking enormous he was, and he loved seeing my reaction every time.
He loved to tease…
“Aren’t you?” he asked, running the paddle up the back of my thighs.
“Yes…” I whispered.
“I can’t hear you,” he growled, giving me a light slap.
“Yes!” I cried out. “I’m a naughty girl.”
“Mmmm.” His low growl was like music to my ears. He slid his hips back and forth, caressing my lower back and butt with his cock. I moaned, dying for him to penetrate me, to fill me up like only he could do. “And you know what happens to naughty girls?”
Caleb repositioned himself. The thick crown of his swollen cock found my juicy slit and gently began to spread it open. My breath caught in my chest and I dared to glance over my shoulder at him, my suited professor, my husband, with his enormous manhood sticking out of his pants.
He smiled, set the paddle aside and gripped my bare naked hips. “They get punished.”
My pussy ached as it stretched around his enormous girth as he slid all nine inches inside of me without hesitation. I shook, as did his desk beneath me, as he bottomed out inside my tight little pussy and began to fuck me.
Holy shit!
Caleb was so hung that every time was like my first time all over again. It was thrilling. I couldn’t wait until the end of every day for him to take me, and this was my husband.
Fucking fantastic.
The committee had voted to remove Dean Warmer from his position immediately and had actually offered Caleb his job. He’d turned it down, of course, as he loved teaching and didn’t want to turn into a “stuffy old suit,” as he said. On top of his firing, Christy filed a criminal suit against Dean Warmer for blackmail and we were debating filing one as well.
It was despicable, using those kind of tactics against someone because of a personal vendetta. Caleb wasn’t even the one at fault, it was Dean Warmer’s wife, who’d immediately divorced him when everything went down. The bastard’s life had completely collapsed on him—as it should have. He deserved everything he got and more.
We’d gotten married immediately. The semester wasn’t even over yet. Our families had both been shocked to hear it, of course, and my parents had even tried to talk me into “waiting to see,” but Caleb had put a ring on it and who was I to say no to the man of my dreams?
The school year was going well, and although it wasn’t appropriate for Caleb and me to be living together yet, as I was still his student, I ended up sneaking into his house almost every night of the week. Julie’s head practically exploded when I told her what happened. We had plans to meet up when we were both back home so I could “tell her allll about it.” I couldn’t wait to start bragging about him to her.
But the most important thing of all was that we were completely and utterly in love. Love at first sight, instant love, meant for each other, whatever you want to call it—we had it. The older man thing, the teacher-student thing, it was all just icing on our already perfect cake. A sweet cake with all that batter…
Batter…I thought as Caleb thrust into me. I gripped his desk and hung on for dear life as he started fucking me. He was really fired up today, which got me going even more than I already was. The way my pussy stretched around his girth was pure bliss. It was that hint of pain that I couldn’t get enough of, that reaffirmed to me just how much of a fucking man he was.
He owned me, and the ring on my finger proved it. I was his.
“Let me feel you, baby,” I whispered. He knew what I wanted, and I heard him strip out of his coat and shirt quickly and press his hard, muscled body against my back. I felt each of his abs ripple as his hips bucked back and forth as he pounded me, and pushed back against him so I could feel his balls, filled with that sweet load he was going to give me, slap against my clit with each thrust.
I moaned, feeling his strong hands on my hips, his body against mine, his cock in my tight little hole as he punished me. I smiled as I thought about the looks the other girls in class had given me when he called my name out and told me to stay after. They were jealous, wondering why the sexiest professor on campus wanted to meet with me personally and not just have me talk to the TA.
Let them wonder, I thought as Caleb’s balls spanked my clit. They could never imagine this…
I strained, my body tense as I felt my orgasm rapidly approaching like a train barreling down the tracks. He snatched my hair with one of his hands and pulled my head back, causing my back to arch as far as it could do. Then he grabbed my breast and squeezed hard.