I smooth the skirt down my legs as I pause in front of the Professor's office. I'd put on my most professional outfit before coming here. An outfit I plan to use for interviewing for jobs once I graduate. I need the armor for this meeting. My teeny tiny outfit had been a complete disaster.

After waking up twisted in sheets from incredibly erotic dreams, I decided to say fuck the fuckit list. It was making me too crazy and now I was in over my head. At this point, I hope he'll softball this paper. The topic is way above and beyond my usual coursework and I have no interest in a Masters in chemistry. I just want to pass with a decent grade.

Nerves flutter in my belly, making me a bit nauseous. It's incredibly early; his office hours are way before the first early classes begin. No one's around, everyone still in bed like sane people.

Telling myself to woman up, I raise my hand and knock on the door.

"Come in."

I open the door and step inside, barely past the door frame.

He's standing behind his desk, only a small lamp giving off a small glow to the room. "Close the door behind you," he says.

I do, stepping in a bit further. His office smells of his vanilla pipe tobacco, like he'd just finished smoking. His walls are covered with leather bound books on brown shelves. A large wooden desk sits in the center of the room, the surface completely bare except for a ruler. A leather chair rests behind it. There's nowhere for me to sit. Am I supposed to stand at attention or something?

"Approach the desk." His voice is frigid and stern.

With an audible gulp, I obey his command after dropping my bag on the floor, my steps slow and tentative. Why is he being so cold and scary? How badly am I screwing up this class? Am I failing? I'll do anything he wants if he'll help me pass. What am I doing here? What have I gotten myself into?

I reach his desk and stare at him across it, my heart beating hard in my chest. So hard I start to worry the buttons on my white shirt will burst open and scatter across the floor.

Before I can open my mouth to throw myself on his mercy, he steps out from around the desk and slams me across the hard surface. My hands shoot out and slap the wood, gripping the edges of it as I squeal in shock.

What in the actual fuck? What is going on? What is he doing? I need to get out of here, this is not what I signed up for.

One of his hands pins me down by the center of my back. His ruler rests right in front of me.

I struggle against him. "Professor?"

"Remain still, please, Amanda. And keep your hands there on the desk."

"Uh, okay, Professor." What the hell have I gotten myself into? I gulp and squeeze my eyes shut, strangely exhilarated, but still scared and confused.

His other hand travels down to my ass, rubbing over first one cheek and then the other before dipping into the crack.

My chest tightens as I gasp. It wasn't a rumor. Is he going to fuck me? Please, let him fuck me.

This time his hand comes down on my ass with a slap. "I know what you were doing the other day in class."

I squeal, shock and pain burning through me. "What?"

He spanks me again, this time on the other side. "You will address me as Professor."

"What, Professor?"

"The way you were dressed."

I don't know what to say. Or do. A bit of shame starts to build inside me. I should get up and leave. And then report him. Why am I still bent over his desk with my hands in place?

The pain and heat from his strikes spread, heading directly for my pussy. Pain and pleasure battle for dominance. And I give in. Hadn't I fantasized about just this the night I made the fuckit list? Being a naughty schoolgirl punished by the professor?

Again, his hand comes down on me. I rock against the surface of the desk from the force of it. I'm unable to hold back a cry of pain-pleasure.

He keeps spanking me, saying nothing for a few moments, the only noise in his office my gasps, moans, and cries and the slap of his hand against the tender skin of my ass.

What is wrong with me? Why am I enjoying this? I never thought I was a masochist, but based on the state of my panties, I need to rethink it.

"You kept thrusting your breasts at me, your nipples hard and almost slipping over the top. Those tiny little shorts, your ass cheeks hanging from the back. Then, on the quad in a little sun-dress with your breasts spilling out yet again. Letting that boy touch you for all to see."

The spanking halts and he shoves his hand between my legs, slipping between the fabric and my skin. He grabs my soaked pussy with harsh fingers.

"I don't think you're learning your lesson."

"What lesson, Professor?" My voice is strangled as I rotate my hips, trying to get him to slip inside me.

"I'm not impressed with the way you came dressed to our first meeting. In fact, I'm quite disappointed, especially after I've seen your more recent attire." His fingers pinch my clit and then he pumps inside me twice before pulling away.

I almost sob, wanting him back. Wanting him to fuck me. Hard. To pound into me from behind the way Scott had, and spanking me the whole time.

"I'm sorry, Professor."

"I think I should use something else to really make sure the lesson hits home." He grabs the ruler off his desk.

My eyes widen and I grip the desk harder.

"Lift up your skirt."

"Yes, Professor." I take my hands off the desk and grasp the sides of my skirt, raising the fabric with nervous and slow movements, my heart pounding and ass burning. The fabric of the skirt rubs against my sore flesh, making it sting even more. I wince and keep my eyes on the window covered with maroon curtains, gulping once I have the skirt bunched up around my waist, revealing my cherry-red thong.

He plucks the band of my red thong, snapping it against my sensitive ass. I moan. My nipples harden even more against the desk and my fingers dig around the edge of it.

His hand rubs lightly over the cheeks of my ass, barely grazing the skin. I raise my lips, wanting more contact.

The ruler comes down on my backside with a brutal sting. I cry out, stunned at the pain, but it burns and morphs into a heat shooting straight to my core.

"Your ass is turning such a lovely shade of crimson. It almost matches your thong."

I moan again in response.

The ruler strikes the underside of my ass, incredibly close to my pussy. Then each of the back of my thighs. I tremble and shake, disturbingly close to climax.

A flurry of smacks rains down on my ass and thighs and even occasionally my pussy until I'm biting my lip to keep from screaming. My skin is on fire and my panties are drenched with desire.

The ruler clatters onto the desk beside me as I pant and he releases my back, my nipples so hard I expect them to score into the wood. He comes around to the other side of the desk and stands in front of me, his dick bulging inside his pants.

"Have you learned your lesson yet?"

I squirm, my ass burning, but wanting more. I don't want this to be over. "I don't think so, Professor."

"Dress for the job you want." His hand comes to rest on the back of my head with just the slightest pressure.

I smile and reach my hands out to the buckle of his belt. He's giving me the chance to make up for it with a blowjob.

I release him from his pants and he's big. Not as wide as Scott, but still way bigger than Adam. He's thin, but long, maybe even a little longer than Scott. The end of him crooks up a little. He would pierce deep inside me.

With a greedy mouth, I swallow his cock, grabbing the base and bob up and down on him. The desk is cutting into my belly and my backside is still bare for anyone to see if they came in.

I shudder at the thought of being caught like this. My behind as red as my thong, probably with welts from the ruler. And Professor Roux still basically fully clothed with his dick stuffed into my mouth.

If only it was stuffed somewhere else.

The hand still on my head digs into my hair and he fists it, yanking the strands as he starts moving in my mouth faster. Who knew I would ever enjoy sucking cock? And now, I owe Scott the same favor.

The Professor's is different than Scott's. It doesn't hurt my jaw as much to wrap around him, but it goes in a little bit farther. He tastes different too, a little sweeter, a little muskier. He isn't as light and fresh as Scott, but not in a bad way. I like it almost as much. It reminds me of his pipe smoke, like it's infused deep into him.

He starts moving even faster and harder, pumping in and out of my mouth. All I can do is keep my throat relaxed and mouth open and take it. He fucks my face like Scott did and I love it.

It's one of my new favorite things. I have a lot of new favorite things.

My pussy throbs, soaking my panties even more. I want nothing more than for him to rip out of my mouth and plunge into me and fuck me senseless. But I have a feeling that isn't what's in the cards today. Today is about my punishment for being a naughty tease.

I can't wait for his next office hours.

I release the desk with one of my hands and I start to bring it down to my pussy, desperate for touch there, desperate for release. Before I reach it, he spanks me again, never breaking his stride.

I growl around his cock and his hand comes down on my rear twice more and his grip on my hair grows harsher. He yanks, bringing me down on his dick until I gag.

"You're lucky you have such a hot mouth and I'm feeling forgiving." His voice is strained, showcasing his desire.

I suck on him, grazing the side of his cock with my teeth. His hisses and thrusts harder. It pleases me, him finally showing a slight loss of control.

The Professor stiffens all the way in my mouth and his cum spurts and coats the back of my throat. He's in so deep, I barely taste it.

Once he finishes shuddering, he releases me and steps back, his dick sliding away. I give the tip a quick lick before it's completely out. He grunts and tucks himself back inside his pants.

"Get off of my desk."

I scramble to obey, plucking at my skirt to get it back into place. My pussy clenches, still so desperate for touch, for filling. The Professor steps close to me, reaching into the opening of my shirt and tweaks one of my nipples.

"I trust you'll have these a little more readily available next time."

My eyes close and my hips jerk towards him. 'I will, Professor."

"Excellent." He turns away and returns to his desk. "Close the door behind you."

I shudder at his repeated words. I grab my bag, leave his office, and hurry down the hall to one of the bathrooms. Classes will be starting soon, but I should have a few minutes alone and I don't have time to go home and come back to campus.

But I can't spend the day like this. Hot and horny with sopping panties.

Inside the bathroom, I check to make sure no one else is in here. It smells of disinfectant and bleach and all the toilet seats are up. No one's been in here since the night cleaning crew came through.

Maybe I should text Scott and see if he's up for a little fun. But I can't wait.

I go into the last stall and lock it behind me, slamming the toilet seat down. I pull my skirt back up, wincing as it scrapes against my raw flesh, and pull my thong down.

I hiss as I sit down, my ass is so sore. It was going to be a constant reminder for the rest of the day. Maybe for a couple days. I grin at the thought. Turns out, the Fuckit List is just what I needed. It is fun as hell. The whole thing is back on.

Propping one of my legs on the toilet roll holder, I slide my fingers into my slit, rubbing hard at my clit. I feel a little ridiculous getting myself off in the bathroom like a twelve-year-old boy who just saw his first Playboy, but I don't care. I need release. Now.

I remember what his hand and ruler felt like coming down on me, how dirty it felt, how forbidden. I had enjoyed being punished by the Professor a little too much. I had enjoyed being used and abused for his pleasure.

I rub faster, my head titling back and my eyes closing. I plunge three of my fingers inside me, wishing it was his cock. I slam them over and over, but it still isn't enough. I reach into my shirt just like he had and grab one of my nipples and give them a fierce pinch. My ass still sore, my nipple aching, I pull out to rub my clit, pressing down on it. The ache builds and waves over me, my skin flushing and tightening. I stiffen and jerk, my breath coming in gasps.

I keep my eyes closed until my breaths calm and even out.

My body is jelly, finally relaxed after the delicious stress of the morning. I clear my throat, a little embarrassed now that the afterglow has faded away. When I recap all this for Scott at brunch this weekend, I'll leave this part out.

I've never done anything like this. Like any of this. Fucking my best friend almost every way there is to fuck someone. Erotic dreams. Seducing my professor for a better grade and getting spanked for my trouble and then sucking his dick. Getting myself off in the bathroom.

Who am I becoming? Is this who I've always been, but was buried deep down while I was busy being who I thought I was supposed to? Or am I just addicted to the game? If the former, would I be able to give this up once it was time to start my regular life and be a grownup? Or is there another option? Something that hasn't occurred to me?

I slide my underwear all the way off my legs, not wanting to spend the rest of the day with wet panties on. After shoving them in the pocket of my bag, I stand and adjust my clothes, checking to make sure there are no telltale signs of my filthy morning.

My hair is completely insane, so I throw it into a messy bun. With one last check in the mirror at my still flushed face, I leave. I have just enough time to grab a coffee before my first class.