Professor’s Punishment: My Wild Office Spanking to Squirting Fuck

Mid-afternoon sun filters through the blinds in Prof Pierre’s cramped university office. My heart pounds after the RER breakdown made me miss TD. Phone buzzed with his text earlier—no biggie, he’d covered. But guilt eats me. I burst in, panicked, accent thick: “Pwofessow, sowwy! Train stopped, I faiwed. Punish me!”

He chuckles, near sixty, calm vibe. I insist, tears welling. “A spanking, Pwofessow! I desewve it.” He jokes, but I hike my skirt, bend over his desk. “Fesses nues,” he says. I yank off my white panties, expose my plump ass. Smack. Harder. Ten each side. Fire blooms, I whimper, cheeks burning red.

The Approach: Begging for Punishment in His Office

“Cweam?” I beg. His hands slick lotion over hot flesh, kneading deep. Fingers graze my crack, tease my puckered hole. I wiggle, legs part. Arousal drips. He pulls back. I dress, cheeks flushed like my ass, bolt out: “I wiked the punishment…”

Next day, knock on his door. Projector smashed—my fault. “Anotha punishment!” Robe mid-thigh, I drop panties on desk, bend over. He smirks: “No. Today’s rule: no panties all day. Pick ’em up tonight, tell me how it felt.” Eyes wide: “No! Evewyone see!” But out I go, thighs clenched, breeze teasing bare pussy. Shame floods, nipples hard. Dash to supermarket, snag yellow panties, hide in bathroom to slip on.

6 PM, knock. Grin slips—he demands story. I confess cheating. “Spank me pwoperly!” Skirt up, panties off again. Fifteen smacks each. Sobs mix pain-pleasure. “Cweam again?” His palms massage, spread cheeks, fingers circle my trimmed black bush, dip to wet slit. I gasp, hips buck.

The Explosion: Savage Fuck on the Desk

“Tuwn awound,” I plead. Sit on desk, legs splayed, pussy open, musky scent fills air. His thumb circles clit. “Wet awweady?” Fingers plunge, cream-slick. I squeeze tits through blouse. “Suck it, Pwofessow.” Tongue laps, flicks nub. Waves crash—I squirt, thighs quake, flood his mouth.

“Youw tuwn,” I pant. Free his thick cock—thicker than boyfriend’s. Stroke balls, suck tip like candy. Saliva drips. He locks door, strips my bra. Sucks nipples hard, pinches. I moan, fingers in his hair. Kneels, devours pussy while I jerk him.

“Fuck me.” On pill, no condom. Guide his fat shaft in slow. Stretches me full. “Squeezew it inside.” He thrusts gentle, I rub clit. Orgasm rips—pussy clamps, juices gush. He pulls out, jerks ropes of cum on my bush, belly.

Pant heavy, I slide off desk. Cum drips down thighs. Wipe quick, dress. Eyes lock—shared secret sparks. “Thank you, Pwofessow.” Slip out, door clicks shut. Stride halls normal, panties reclaimed, ass throbbing sweetly. Phone silent now. Back to student life, but craving next ‘fault.’ He texts later? Who knows. Adrenaline buzz lingers all night.