“Christa. My office. Now,” Mr. Hammond insisted sternly.
“But I didn’t do anything,” she argued.
“Now,” Mr. Hammond ordered, tapping his ruler across his palm.
Christa knew he meant business…again. The sound of his ruler slapping his hand brought back memories of the last time she was in trouble. Mr. Hammond had accused her of cheating on a test before. While the other students finished their essays, Mr. Hammond’s dished out his own sentence. Only Mr. Hammond’s idea of punishment included bending her over his desk and paddling her.
Christa felt a warm tingle under her pleated skirt as she stood up and walked past the other students in her row. Something told her she was in for another spanking, and just thinking about it made her skin quiver. It wasn’t fair that Mr. Hammond always picked on her. She hadn’t even cheated this time. If fact, she wasn’t even sure what she had been called out for yet. She was certain about one thing though. He was going to use that ruler again.
As she made her way to the front of the class, Christa gazed at her teacher. His stern frown lifted as he glared at her with those deep green eyes and tapped the ruler on his hand again. The sound of the wooden stick slapping his bare skin was an indication of punishment, but little did he know, Christa hadn’t been scared straight by his last lashing. In fact, the tingle shooting through her luscious, curvy ass cheeks was her body’s reaction to how much it turned her on.
Mr. Hammond, a heavenly handsome tall drink of water, nodded toward the door and told the class to continue with the lesson. He took Christa by the arm and led her down the hall to his office, swinging his ruler alongside her. Christa walked in first. He closed the door behind them and pulled down the shade.
“You’ve been a bad girl again, Christa,” he whispered as he locked the door.
“But I didn’t- “ she started to say again, but Mr. Hammond moved close and pressed his finger on her mouth.
“Shhh,” he insisted. His forefinger brushed along the planes of her plump pink pout-a little too slowly — as he sighed. “Now, you must be punished for cheating, young lady.”
Submitting to his power, Christa just nodded and whispered, “Yes, sir.”
“Cheating is wrong,” he told her. “Maybe you should try studying, instead of running around with all of those college boys I see you with.”
Christa never knew that Mr. Hammond paid attention to her extracurricular life. Her smile hitched under his touch. He was a dirty man after all.
“What do those boys have to offer you?” he asked. “They’re young, dumb and full of cum. You need a man in your life.”
“Yes, sir,” she whispered under the weight of his finger, arching her brow and hoping he would be the man to show her what that meant.
Mr. Hammond’s finger grazed her tender lips, pulling her bottom lip down as it glided down her neck, slowly tracing the lines of her clavicle. His deep eyes made their way down Christa’s body, stopping briefly at her supple breasts. He watched them rise and fall as she took a deep breath. Following his gaze, his touch arrived at her left nipple, slowly circling around the swelling tip under her blouse. Her right nipple echoed her arousal.
“Ah,” he sighed. “Good girl. Now why don’t you walk over there and assume the position.” Mr. Hammond nodded toward his big oak desk. It was big and solid, like him. “I will try to take it easy on you today, but I can’t promise anything.”
“Yes, sir. Forgive me,” Christa repeated. She knew the position. She knew the punishment. And somewhere deep inside, she knew that her teacher’s lashings were more corrupt than anything she had been spanked with for so far. He must really enjoy punishing her.
Christa pulled away and walked over to his desk. Bending forward, she leaned over it and pulled her big tits from her blouse. She pinched her nipples between her thumbs and forefingers, closed her eyes and waited. Mr. Hammond wasted no time. He approached her from behind and smacked the ruler against her skirt.
“I’ve been so bad,” Christa moaned.
Ah,” Her master interjected. “Not yet, girl. That was just a warm up.”
Christa had faked the flinch anyway. She knew that Mr. Hammond required her to lift her skirt so that he could see her panties. Last week, he had delivered an extra ten smacks for wearing the wrong color. She thought she might get another ten for soaking herself too soon this time. Something about Mr. Hammond’s lashings just hurt so good, igniting her deepest sexual desires.
“Lift that skirt,” he demanded. “Let’s see what you’ve got under there this week.”
Mr. Hammond lifted the hem of Christa’s skirt with the edge of his ruler. Guiding it up over the small of her back to expose her round, voluptuous ass, he discovered that she had learned last week’s lesson. She was wearing white panties.
“Mmmm,” he moaned under his breath, “you have learned well.”
“Thank you, sir.”
Christa braced herself, clinching her tits as he delivered the first blow. His ruler slapped her tender skin, sending waves across her big ass.
“Oh God,” Christa mumbled, savoring the sting. “Yes, sir.”
Before she could even finish her words, Mr. Hammond spanked her again. This time, even harder.
“Yes,” Christa squealed louder.
“Yes, what?” he commanded her from behind.
“Mr. Hammond.” She squeezed her nipples, balancing the pain between her ass and tits.
The sensation of Mr. Hammond’s lashing sent chills across her skin to the depths of her fat little pussy. Her cunt was warm and moist, her ripe peach mounds sticking together. Christa wiggled her hips to open her slit as she soaked her big white panties.
“I see you like this,” he noticed, delivering his third and hardest spanking.
“I do, sir. You know I do,” Christa whimpered.
“And what are you being punished for today, Christa?”
“I’m not sure, sir,” she hesitated, “cheating?”
“Exactly,” he assured here. “And do you know what happens to cheaters, young lady?”
Christa’s pussy was dripping with excitement as she gripped her tits tightly. Mr. Hammond spanked her tender ass again. Her skin rippled, stinging with pleasure and growing sore.
“They get spanked,” Christa moaned, arching her back and spreading her legs. When he spanked her again, the tip of his ruler smacked her swelling pussy. “Oh yes, professor!” she screamed. “I’ve been so bad!”
Christa’s squeal echoed the same sexual satisfaction that Mr. Hammond was getting from their visit to his office. He rubbed her tender curves with his bare hand, gliding his fingers over the pink welts swelling on her skin.
“Perhaps you enjoy this too much,” he whispered.
“Oh yes, sir,” Christa repeated. “I do enjoy it. Please don’t stop. I love when you punish me.”
Mr. Hammond’s eyes explored the curves of Christa’s voluptuous ass. It was practically begging to be spanked. Squeezing the tender skin of her derriere, he decided to forgo the ruler and deliver a slap himself. He pulled back his hand and brought it back with force, connecting his bare hand with Christa's big ripe tush.
“Oh!” she screamed again. “Thank you, Professor.”
Mr. Hammond massaged in the sting, creeping his fingertips along the lace trip of Christa's white panties. He pulled them into the crevice of her ass, exposing her round curves completely.
“Professor who?” he whispered.
“Hammond,” she moaned, barely able to allow his name to drop from her lips.
The thin cotton of Christa's panties sunk deep into her ass, her bare skin tinged pink from the lashes. Her eyes closed and ass up, she waited for more. Mr. Hammond gripped her suppleness, digging his fingers deep into her crease. She was so warm. He pulled back and served yet another lashing, this time, rubbing it in hard as his digits explored further between Christa's thick thighs.
His fingers followed the warmth to her ripe pussy. Her crease was deep and moist, saturating the cotton. Christa spread her thighs and bucked back into his touch.
“Do it again,” she begged as she pressed her yearning pussy toward him.
Further exploring her swollen lips, he pressed her wet panties inside her throbbing slit. Christa moaned.
“You’re so wet with excitement,” he whispered. “Does this give you pleasure?”
“Yes, sir,” she answered. “I’m so wet. I need a man. Show me what a man is. Please, Mr. Hammond.”
Mr. Hammond grabbed the ruler and smacked it against Christa's yearning pussy. She groaned in ecstasy, reaching down between her thighs to caress her throbbing mounds. He pushed her fingers out of the way and spanked her tender pussy two more times. She was soaking with pleasure. Her panties were drenched and her juices were dripping down her inner thighs.
Running his fingers along her wet slit once more, Mr. Hammond caressed her tender pussy just before he slipped his fingers deep inside her. Christa groaned softly as her drenched cunt opened up. Her soft pink pussy embraced his thick fingers, swallowing them whole as he shoved them deep. He knew then that she was ready for a real man like him. His cock swelled inside his trousers as he prepped her pussy for his lesson.
“Christa,” he whispered, slipping his fingers from her throbbing cunt, “I’ve got a hard lesson for you to learn.”
A carnal groan escaped his lips as he thrust his hips toward her, shoving his swollen cock against her ass. Hastily, he leaned forward, pressing all his weight against her as she reached up, clawing at his desk. Popping the buttons from her blouse, he ripped it from her torso and grabbed her huge tits for himself. He pinched her swollen nipples, rolling them between his fingers.
“Just because you are a young woman doesn’t mean you need to give your body to young men. A real man will please you in ways you could never imagine. Once you’ve had my cock inside you, you will understand.”
“Yes, sir,” Christa whimpered. “I want your big, cock inside me. I need a real man inside me.”
Mr. Hammond unbuckled his pants and stroked his huge cock. Holding his thick shaft, he pulled Christa's panties to the side and guided his plump head inside the deep crevice of her ass. He slipped himself between her cheeks, sliding his tender tip past her soaked panties. She was so wet. Her pussy was begging to be punished and pleasured. Stretching her panties aside, he dipped inside her soaking slit and pumped his flesh deep inside her.
“Oh, God!” Christa moaned. “You’re so big!”
“This is what a real man feels like,” he groaned, clinching her round hips and thrusting hard.
Mr. Hammond mounted Christa's ass and plunged his juicy cock deep inside her dripping cunt. He was relentless with his force, pumping hard and fast as her fat little pussy swallowed him whole. For a college girl, she sure knew how to take a big cock.
“Do you like the way I feel inside you,” he asked, pumping her like a jack-rabbit.
Christa's tender ass rippled as she took his pounding. Her body bounced as the force of his stroke moved across her skin in waves.
“Oh yes, Mr. Hammond!” Christa screamed. “Fuck me! Harder!”
Mr. Hammond unleashed his fury into her sopping cunt, plunging and pumping her so hard that her swollen pussy felt like a virgin’s. She was so tight, so swollen, so wet. With every stroke, Christa bucked back, giving her deep cunt to him.
“That's it,” he told her, “give that pussy to me, girl.”
Christa reached back and pulled her ass cheeks apart, exposing the tiny puckered asshole hiding under her drenched panties. Mr. Hammond pulled them aside for an unobstructed view of her sweet pucker as his cock glided into her pussy with ease. Pulling his glazed shaft from her sweet embrace, he rubbed his wet, plump tip along her slit and pressed it into the rim of her sweet pucker.
Christa's young body flinched and she squirmed under him. He leaned in and whispered in her ear.
“Take it,” he ordered her. “I’m no college boy, remember?”
“I know,” she moaned. “But you’re so big..”
“Relax,” he assured her. “You won’t be once I’m through with you.”
“Yes, sir,” she said.
Christa braced herself as Mr. Hammond gently stretched her tight asshole with his round tip. He slowly pushed his cock into her until the lip of his head popped inside her rim. He paused for a second, giving her a moment to relax her muscles and let him in. She gripped the edge of the oak desk, her knuckles white. Mr. Hammond repositioned himself, lifting his hips and mounting her again. With one solid thrust, he shoved his fat cock deep into her tight ass.
“Ooooh,” she groaned. It hurt so good. So, so good. The sensation of his cock filling her ass made her cum instantly.
Christa reached between her thighs and rubbed her clit hard and fast, extending her orgasm. Her legs quivering, her pussy throbbing, Christa pinched her swollen clit, rolling it between her fingers to stimulate her flowing river of pleasure. She was dripping with pleasure as her pussy begged to be filled again. But her teacher just kept pumping her ass slow and hard, stroking his cock with her tight rim.
“Fuck me, Mr. Hammond,” she pleaded. “Oh, yes! Fuck me!”
“That’s a girl!” he groaned, gliding inside her most secret of places.
He pulled his soaking rod out and shoved it hard back inside her ass.
“Oh fuck!” Christa screamed, bucking back until he filled her ass completely with his big, fat dick. She reached back and grabbed his hand, guiding him to spank her. “Spank me, Mr. Hammond. I’ve been so bad!”
Mr. Hammond pulled out and teased her pucker with his plump tip. Pressing firmly against her tight asshole once more, he pulled his hand back and delivered a harsh spanking. As his hand connected with her skin, he dipped back inside her ass, pulled it out quickly and shoved himself back inside. She moaned in ecstasy, squeezing her pink walls around his cock as she trembled in orgasmic ecstasy.
Her teacher pumped her like a piston, fast and hard until he swelled so big inside her that she thought he might explode. He moaned and groaned, teaching her tight ass his hard lesson until she was screaming with pleasure. She took all of him, gripping him in her sweet embrace until he pulled out, swung her around and shoved her face into his pelvis.
“Take this in your mouth,” he insisted, pumping his cock down her throat and fucking her face. “Suck that fat cock like a woman.”
Christa moaned as she sucked his massive cock, taking all of him in her mouth. She loved sucking cock, but she had never had one so big. She slid her plump lips along his shaft, massaging his head with her tongue. He swelled inside her grip and shot his hot cum down her throat.
“Good girl” he moaned, his voice trembling as he pumped the last of his load into her mouth. “Now that’s a woman.”
Christa sucked him dry, licking his tender head as she looked up to him for approval.
“Mr. Hammond?” she inquired. “Have I learned my lesson?”
“Yes, Christa,” he said, looking down at her as she slid his cock across her moist lips.
“Mr. Hammond?” she asked again.
“Yes?” he asked, reaching down to stroke her hair.
On her knees, Christa looked up at her mentor and asked if he thought she was a woman now.
“You’re a good student,” he started, bringing her to her feet, “You have learned a hard lesson today. You needed to know what a real man was, and you took my cock like a real woman. I’d say you are definitely a woman now.”
He stroked his giant cock, still dripping with her juices.
“Now,” he whispered softly, “put yourself together and return to class.”
While Mr. Hammond walked around his desk and sat in his leather chair, Christa pulled her sticky, soaked panties back into place, shoved her tits back in her bra and buttoned her blouse.
“Thank you,” she said quietly, pressing her skirt down over her moist thighs.
“For what,” he asked.
“For teaching me that,” Christa told him. “I needed it.”
“You’re welcome.”
Mr. Hammond shot her a smile. It was the same smile he had shown her after last week's lesson. She hoped it meant they would see each other again.
“Oh, and Christa,” he said, nodding toward the door, “don’t worry about missing today’s test. I’ll give you an A for anal.”
“You got it, Mr. Hammond,” she replied, wiping his cum from her smile. “See you next week. Test Friday, right?”
“You are a quick learner, Christa.” He smiled, never looking up. “Be sure to study though. It’s an oral exam.”