Office Hours 27

This is a fantasy work of fiction. I had a major crush on one of my college professors and this is inspired by some of the scenarios I dreamt of playing out with him.

Mr. Johns had a reputation of being hard but fair (not to mention kind of hot in that authoritative professor way). I had a reputation of being a little too smart and easily bored. But I was a good student and, since I liked him, I always did the work for his class. So I was caught off guard when he handed our papers back and there was a note on the top of mine.

"Come see me during office hours."

Immediately I had nervous butterflies. He seemed to be avoiding eye contact with me for the rest of the class, although maybe I was just overanalyzing things. I tried to focus for the rest of the class but found myself nervously fidgeting, crossing and uncrossing my legs, doodling, and chewing on my pen cap.

The rest of the day crawled. His office hours on Friday were from 4-5. I figured if I went in at 4:50 at least I could make it as quick and painless as possible then get out of there and start my weekend.

I knocked timidly as I poked my head in his office.

"Come in Ms. Berry and close the door."

I swung the door behind me but it didn't close all the way. I didn't see why it mattered, after all, the building was usually deserted after 3:30 on Fridays.

He abruptly stood up, strode over and slammed the door. "I said, close the door." He leaned against the desk and stood over me, just a few inches away. Suddenly, I felt shy. I knew he would be able to see right down my shirt from that vantage point and I shifted nervously in my seat.

"Ms. Berry, do you know why I called you in?"

I swallowed, "No, I don't. I actually worked on that paper and I think I deserved an A. So yeah, I'm a little confused."

He turned around and grabbed a red pen off of his desk. He took the paper out of my hand and marked a big A on it. "Your paper isn't the issue."

There was a long pause. He raised his eyebrow and glared at me. "Your wardrobe on the other hand, is an issue."

I blushed. I don't know what came over me but suddenly, in a moment of boldness, responded, "What are you going to do? Spank me?"

The way he was standing put his cock nearly at eye level for me and I swear I could see it twitch.

"The fact that you're suggesting that, Ms. Berry, indicates to me that you want a spanking. Therefore it wouldn't be much of a punishment. So, no. Have you ever heard that the punishment should fit the crime?"

I nodded.

"Yes Mr. Johns, is the correct response Ms. Berry."

"Yes, Mr. Johns."

"Very good. Now, as I was saying, it is only fair that the punishment fit the crime. So please stand up and we'll start addressing your dress code violations."

I pushed the chair back and stood, still a very short distance from him.

"Remove your top."

I started to protest but he held up his hand. "Unless you'd like me to gag you, I've already told you that the correct response is Yes, Mr. Johns."

"Yes, Mr. Johns."

In lieu of buttoning it properly, I had simply tied it just under my bust, with just one button holding it closed across my chest. It quickly became obvious that I didn't have a bra on and the single button threatened to pop open as soon as I untied it. My pert, round C cups were straining the shirt and my hard nipples very apparent through the thin white fabric.

I unbuttoned the button and shrugged the top off. "Fuck it," I thought. "I have great tits and he is kind of hot. Let him look."

Mr. Johns reached into the pocket of his slacks and pulled out two tweezer nipple clamps held together by a chain. With his other hand, he reached out and gently pinched my left nipple.

"Ms. Berry. Since you insist on walking around my classroom with no bra, your nipples are, shall we say, noticeable. I told you the punishment would fit the crime, so I am going to give your nipples the attention they deserve."

He said all of this while rolling my nipple between his thumb and forefinger, pinching and tugging, making it even more erect. He placed the first clamp on my nipple and reached for the second, silently tugging and teasing it before putting the second clamp on.

"Now, lift up your skirt."

I started to protest. He held up his hand again, silencing me. "I already warned you about this." He brushed past me and opened a drawer in his desk, pulling out a ball gag.

"Normally, I'd use your panties to gag you. But since I already know you're not wearing any, this is your punishment."

I opened my mouth obediently and he came behind me to secure it behind my head. Leaning down, he whispered in my ear. "I bet you're dripping wet, aren't you?" I moaned.

"Now. Lift up your skirt," he said sternly.

I complied, blushing.

My naked sex was now on full display. I got regular waxes because I liked the smooth feeling and the way I could more easily feel myself getting wet. And, boy, was I wet.

He turned and moved a pile of papers off his desk. "Bend over the desk Ms. Berry."

I did, feeling certain that finally I would get that spanking I was craving. As I did, the nipple clamps made their presence known. I spread my legs slightly, still holding my skirt.

Mr. Johns grabbed my ass, kneading and caressing it. I felt him pinch that spot right where my ass met my thighs and was sure he could feel my wetness as he did. I heard a noise and then felt his finger sliding down my ass crack. I reflexively gasped and tensed up. He leaned down and whispered again. "I'll be gentle, but you need to breathe and relax, spread your legs and take your punishment like the good girl you are."

I could feel wetness sliding down my crack, it was obvious that he was dripping lube onto my ass. I felt his finger again, wet and probing my asshole. Then heard a quiet buzzing sound. He slipped a vibrator into my hand and told me to play with my clit.

Then more pressure on my ass as he added a finger. He was gentle and worked his fingers, opening my ass to him. I moaned as I held the vibe to my clit and he fingered my ass. I could feel drool pooling and sliding down my chin. Then he pulled his fingers out and I was painfully aware how empty I felt. I liked the feeling of fullness with his fingers in my ass. But I didn't have to wait long. I felt something cold being pushed into my ass. He was slow but it was obviously bigger than his fingers, stretching my ass as he continued easing it in. And then, he stopped. It took me a minute to realize that he'd put a butt plug in.

"Stand up and hand over the vibrator."

I stood, feeling the weight of the plug in my ass, shifting back and forth slightly and blushing again as I realized how good it felt. He took the vibrator from my hand and told me to spread my legs. Finally, I felt his fingers caressing my dripping pussy. He pinched my clit and then slid the vibrator inside of me.

"Ms. Berry, you insist on walking around with no panties, with your cunt and your ass naked. Don't you know that when you cross and uncross your legs, your sex is on full display and can easily be noticed by anyone who so much as glances in your direction? It seems only fair that you be put in a position where you notice them as well."

He wiped his fingers on my inner thighs, just to add a touch of humiliation and then reached around my head and unclasped the gag. I leaned into him and took in his scent. He smelled clean, like soap and air-dried clothes. I felt his rigid cock pressed against my leg and leaned into him, inhaling deeply. I wanted to imprint this moment in my memory. The control he had over me, the fullness in my ass and the vibration in my pussy. The way I felt humiliated by also turned on. Contrite but wanting more.

He took a step back, placed the gag on his desk and grabbed a tissue. He wiped the trail of drool from my chest and chin and abruptly removed the clamps from my nipples. I winced and he gently rolled them between his fingers.

"Now, Ms. Berry, it's after 6 and you've probably missed your chance at the dining hall. If you're enjoying yourself, you can dress. Leave the vibrator and plug in and I will take you to dinner. If not, you've taken your punishment well. I will put in the paperwork to transfer you to another class and will let that professor know that your work schedule changed and you now have a conflict with the time of my class. Either way, I'm going to walk down the hall and give you a few minutes to get cleaned up and make your decision."

...To Be Continued?