It's going to be the day that I finish up a few things, including the last part of this story that I started writing.
The first part was HERE.
The second part was HERE.
When we last left our heroine and the Professor, she was kneeling in the shower waiting for him to make his will known.
She had her suspicions, but found insider herself an overwhelming dread of knowing for sure.
He unbuckled his belt, lowered his zipper, and removed his pants and undershorts. His cock was straining toward her and she couldn't help staring. He stepped up to the edge of the shower stall and commanded coldly, "Look up at me."
She looked at him just as he began to piss on her. The warmth splashed over her breasts, over the bra she'd tossed carelessly on the floor and then had been required to put back on. He pissed right into her face, over her eyes and nose and lips.
"Open your mouth". The ultimate shame curled tortuously around in her stomach, but she obeyed.
The taste was like the smell; she did not enjoy it.
When she opened her eyes and he was smiling down at her, the ordeal was worth everything. He was pleased by her obedience! She smiled back up at him and thanked him.
He allowed her to wash herself in the shower, and to remove her bra. He gave her a warmed towel afterward. When she was dry, he took her back to the large desk and positioned her completely naked body over it.
He began caning her slowly and methodically, warming her bottom until she was straining slightly backwards to receive each blow. The strikes became harder, stinging to make her gasp and clench her hands to her head in the effort to control her impulse to wiggle out of the way.
"Just ten more now, dear" he said gently to her.
She could stand ten more, just ten, she knew she could.
He counted them off, and when they were done he stroked her flaming bottom, making her quiver with desire. He touched her between the legs, rubbing and patting. She moved against his hand, forgetting all pretense of decorum, thrusting her hips against his fingers with the effort to achieve satisfaction. When his two fingers slipped inside her, she exploded in waves of clenching orgasm. Then he was taking her, pulling her hips back against his, flooding both of them with pleasures.
When he'd finished with her, they got dressed, her leaving off the drenched bra. They kissed lightly. He touched her hair. She walked out of the office and down the hall, pausing briefly in a deep shadow at the top of the stairs to look back over her shoulder. She didn't see him watching her go.
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