I was walking into my Intro to Psychology class, and then I saw the most beautiful man. He had long golden blond hair that was the color of the sun, and beautiful blue eyes to match. They reminded me of the bright blue sky after it rained, and they shined with a mischievous, playful attitude. He reminded me of a Greek god, and he had the perfect build of one as well. His broad shoulders extended into biceps that were very well defined, and he certainly didn't skip leg day. The professor looked to be in his mid thirties to early forties.
My pussy throbbed with excitement as I sat down in the front row. I definitely picked the right day to wear a checkered mini skirt and a bright, pastel blue thong. The professor introduced himself as Dr. Lockins, but his name should be Dr. Throb, because that's what my pussy was doing at the moment. We had to introduce ourselves with an ice breaker, and since I was in the front row, I had to go first. "My name is....um......Diana." I said, panicking. My face turned crimson.
"Mrs. Diana, I have no tolerance for foolishness in my class. Do not waste my time." He said, with a glare that sent shivers down my spine, both because I was turned on and out of fear.
"I understand." I whimpered.
"I expect to hear a yes sir after I give you a command." I was so in shock,especially given that he had ordered me around and demanded obedience as if he were a drill sergeant. On top of that, he said in front of the entire class.
"Yes sir."
"Good."
"I fucked that up for sure." I thought to myself as class was dismissed.
"Mrs. Diana, may I see you for a second?"
My thoughts turned ice cold and froze,but my face was hotter than the pavement in the middle of July.
"Yes, sir."
"I expect you to dress decently in my class for the remainder of the semester. When you bent down to pick up your pen, I could see everything."
"Bu-t why were...... you looking?
"I expect my students, especially the young ladies, to dress professionally. If you do not come to class next time in proper attire, there will be severe consequences. Do you understand me?"
"Yes, sir."
I ran out of the classroom, tears streaming my face. The hot professor had scolded me like a little schoolgirl, and I felt about two inches tall. My college, Youville University, was not an extremely liberal school, but I did not expect such comments from a professor either. I felt angry, but a part of me was also extremely excited. My tiny blue thong was damp with my juices, and I had to wonder if he had noticed how wet I was. I got turned on by the thought of seducing him, even though I knew it was taboo for a student and professor to have sex.
The next few weeks flew by quickly, and I became more intrigued with the idea of what the consequences might be if I wore another short skirt to class. Whatever they were, I was determined to find out. I had this theory that if I wore a plaid mini skirt, with a white button up blouse and the top buttons undone just enough to give a hint of my cleavage along with a white lacy bra underneath, then I might find out what these consequences are. I was determined to test out my hypothesis.
The next class period, I dressed in that exact outfit, and he demanded to see me after class.
"Mrs. Diana, what is the meaning of this?
"The meaning of what, Dr. Lockins?"
"You know exactly what I'm talking about."
"My outfit"
"Yes, Diana."
I froze, and wondered why the hell he dropped the honorific.
"I will have to punish you, as naughty little girls must be."
"Naughty little girl?"
"Yes, you heard me correctly."
I was wondering why he used such sexual language, and then he pulled a paddle with holes drilled into it, a yardstick, and he began taking off his thick leather belt.
"No, you can't spank me, I'm too grown!"
"I warned you about the consequences of dressing so slutty. You are a college freshman, and I am a professor with several credentials behind his name. Now, you can take your spanking like the little slut you are, or I can write you up for academic dishonesty on the last test."
"But you can't do that, I got an A fair and square!" I protested, and gasped in horror.
"The Dean won't know that."
I realized he was right, and that I was going to have take this spanking, like a good little girl.
"Take off those slutty clothes, and bend over the desk."
"Even my top?"
"Yes, everything. Sluts don't get to be modest. You had a chance to do so, and you disobeyed me."
I gulped, then started to unbutton my blouse, and then proceeded to take off the rest of my clothes. Tears started pouring down my face, but that wasn't the only wetness I experienced.
I bent over the desk, and he folded over the belt, which I knew was a bad sign. I was in disbelief and shock that this was happening, but I was also more horny than I had ever been.
"You will count backwards from fifty when the belt hits your ass, and then we move on to the yardstick and paddle. If you miss a count, I will add on more strokes at the end. If you talk back to me or move out of position in any way, the consequences will be hell for you. After that, I will discipline you in any other way I see fit. Do you understand me?"
"Yes, sir."
The belt came down on my ass so quickly that it must have taken a millisecond for him to move on to the next stroke. It felt like a thousand bees had stung me, and the fire built quickly on both my ass and in my pussy.
"25, 24, 23, 22......... " I counted on and on, trying desperately not to miss a count. I was begging for mercy in between strokes, and I am sure the remaining people in the building could hear me.
