*All characters in this story are 18 or older.
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As Joann paced through the hallway she could already feel the little beads of sweat dripping down her neck. The corridors leading to her class were empty and silent. She rushed past the other classrooms, her stilettos clicking noisily on the polished tile floors. A worried look appeared on her face as she realized how loud she was being, and what would happen if someone caught her. Suddenly, she was in front of the door to her classroom. Her hand graced the cold metal handle. The door was thick, light wood but she could still hear the choking sounds coming from behind it. An electric pang of anticipation ran through her body when she opened the door.
Joann had attended the school since she was 18. There were only about 100 other students in her school, all between the ages of 18 and 25. They all wore the same uniform she did. The same uniform flattered them all in different ways. Sometimes their white tops clung a little more tightly, exposing their perfect nipples. Some of the girls wore their pleated skirts a little too short, exposing just a little of their tight, round, asses. Still, a few of the girls were able to pull off the long knee-high socks with little bows due to their very long legs. Everyone wore stilettos.
The professor's face turned to look at Joann who muttered an apology for arriving late. He walked across the room and stood in front of her. She could smell his cologne, the same as always but nevertheless intoxicating. She stammered, unable to think of a lie. She couldn't admit that she had been masturbating and lost track of time.
He looked down at her, "I asked you a question. And don't lie to me; you know how I feel about that."
"I'm sorry." she finally got out, knowing that it would help her case in the least.
"Everyone else already left to take their evaluations." He said, "You live on campus. How hard is it to arrive on time?"
He was right. They all lived on the campus. It was a voluntary boarding school of sorts. There were many classes you could take, some involving pleasure, others involving pain, some both. All the classes were about sex. There were two morning classes and two afternoon classes. Lunch was served as well. The meals were served, usually, with cum. Sometimes it appeared in a glass or on top of the food; once it was served in a bowl as soup. Sometimes, they would get it hot, straight from the professor's cocks. That was Joann's favorite. She loved cum more than any of the other girls there. Her pussy throbbed just thinking about it.
"I apologize Sir. It won't happen again." Joann stated.
"Yes, let's make sure of that. This is the second time its happened, so I'm not sure how much of an impression your last punishment had on you."
Joann stopped staring at the ground and looked up nervously at him. He was a tall man in his early forties. He wore his sleeves rolled up so that it exposed his toned forearms. Before she knew what was happening, he grabbed her by the hair. He grabbed the chair that was behind his desk with the other hand and placed it in the front of the room. He wanted them to learn something too. The professor's hand was large and menacing and he used it to pull Joann over his knee.
She squirmed a little underneath his grasp, but he yanked her hair back more. With his free hand he stroked her legs a little before flipping her skirt up. She was wearing white panties; he pulled those down too.
Her pussy was throbbing in anticipation.
"You like being in trouble?" He asked when he noticed how wet she was.
Joann shook her head and at that moment she felt the hard wooden paddle smack her ass. "What did I say about lying."
"I'm sorry..."
