Maggie pulled into the visitor lot of the university a bit early for her afternoon rendezvous with Professor Gottschalk. The campus was always dead on Friday afternoons. There were very few classes and a vast majority of students had left to go home for the weekend. The school was nearly a ghost town.
She easily found a spot and parked her white Volkswagen Jetta, singing along with "Something" by the Beatles coming through the speakers. Maggie flipped down the visor and checked herself in the mirror. She had done her hair curly today, sweet brown locks sitting on top of her shoulders in loose ringlets, tucked behind one ear. Her makeup was a bit less than slutty with black eyeliner and gray shadow, black mascara framing her hazel eyes and soft coral on her cheeks. She liberally applied a fresh coat of strawberry gloss to her singing lips, knowing her lover always enjoyed the surprise flavor.
Maggie sat back in her seat and ran her fingers over her pink studded collar. Her phone beeped with an e-mail text message and she reached into the console and looked at it. "Oh from John," she said with glee and she opened it.
Walked to lunch, on the way back. Be back as soon as possible. Please don't leave me!
"Is that so, professor?" she talked to the phone as she texted back telling him not to worry.
She got out of her car, locked it up with a beep and started heading for the jogging trails she hoped he took for his walk today. Maggie walked down the sidewalks through campus in her innocently slutty attire.
She wondered what her lover would think of her purple argyle knee high socks with sweet-heeled Mary Janes. The light wind made her just a bit shorter than knee length pleated gray skirt flutter against the sway of her hips. Her purple button down blouse, one button too many undone, gave a glorious peek at her cleavage. The cropped gray cardigan, which she buttoned only the bottom button, did nothing but draw attention to her ample tits.
Maggie got to the trails hidden inside a charming, heavily wooded area at the edge of campus. The tree's leaves were gorgeous shades of autumn reds and yellows. Wind whispered and leaves fell at its demand.
After several steps down the path she found a spot to hide and disappeared behind the trees. She squatted down, leaning against the wide trunk of a tree, and waited. Her mind raced, "What if he didn't come this way, I'll feel so stupid... No, no, he loves that little cafe. I'm sure that's where he went."
A few minutes later she spotted him, her heart danced. "Thank god," she whispered to herself as she got up to her feet and watched him come closer, crunching the leaves below her feet.
The professor always dressed sharp. Maggie might have something do with it; a man in a suit is her thing so she often gave him suggestions when he mentioned he was going shopping. She chewed on his lip waiting for him, looking him over as she approved in her head, "Black, Prince of Wales check tweed suit, fucking delicious. Soft pink shirt, handsome. New tie, very nice choice sir, burgundy pin dot, yum."
Maggie waited patiently until he just stepped past her hiding place. She checked over both shoulders for anyone else passing by and leapt out onto the sidewalk.
John, startled, gasped as a soft hand slid into his from behind and yanked his body off the trail, "Holy shit Maggie, you scared the hell out of me."
"I'm sorry, I couldn't wait for you to get all the way back to your office, forgive me professor," she giggled as she brought him deeper into the trees.
He ripped his hand from hers and forcefully pushed her against a tree. Maggie caught herself, her palms scraping against the bark.
John put his hand on her back and his pet obediently bent over, perching her ass high in the air behind her. He took a step back to look at her clothing choice. His eyes were drawn to her bountiful bosom, which was framed perfectly by the outline of her cropped not-so-buttoned cardigan. "Well isn't that sweet, are you going for not quite innocent school girl?" he asked running his hand up the back of her creamy thigh pulling her skirt up over her bum.
Tingles ran over Maggie's body making her shudder as she replied, "You don't like it, professor?" looking over her shoulder, her hazel eyes wide.
"I didn't say that," he said, trailing his fingers over her silk black with purple polka dot thong. Playfully, he hooked his finger into the little keyhole at the top of her crack, "I love these too."
Maggie kept her hands in front of her, rubbing her fingertips into the bark. She sighed as his touch made her grow warm.
Professor Gottschalk ran his hand over the soft curve of her ass taking a handful of flesh, "I have to pick up the kids from school at 3:30, the Mrs. is working late today." He spanked her ass hard with a tight palm.
His pet squealed, "Of course, sir." She stood submissively still as her lover's fingers ran down the back of her thighs to the top of her knee high socks. She felt heat radiate against her panties from his touch.
John cocked his head to the side to get a better view of her ass as his hand came back up, rubbing his rough palm into her flesh. "You know Maggie, it's impolite to ambush people like you did," he said as he hooked his finger into the stitched tear drop shaped hole of her thong and yanked it down to the top of her thighs.
Maggie hung her head down, "I'm sorry sir, please forgive me," she whimpered as her eyes closed. Her brown curls hung in front of her cheeks.
He lifted his hand and gave one of her ass cheeks a stinging strike, "Not good enough," then the other cheek, "Sorry doesn't cut it."
His pet screamed as her flesh burned, "I'm so, so, so sorry. Please, I'm sorry," looking over her shoulder to him begging for forgiveness. Her thighs rubbed together, enjoying the agonizing pleasure of her spankings.
The professor continued slapping her ass hard over and over in rhythm, punishing her. One cheek then the other, watching her flesh give that delightful jiggle in reaction. "That was unacceptable," he said sternly as rubbed her reddened cheeks, then lashed his palm down again firmly.
Maggie closed her eyes as she felt tears welling up, her face became flushed as she accepted and appreciated her punishment. Her mouth hung open, crying out in pain, losing count of the number of spankings she'd gotten. Tears rolled down her rosy cheeks.
John took a moment to massage her warm flesh, feeling the heat radiate off her bum against his palm. His voice was harsh, "What you did was stupid. Are you a stupid slut?"
"No sir," Maggie cried.
He lifted his hand and brought it down on her flesh with steel firmness, the crack echoed into the woods.
His pet wailed a screaming moan into her arms, "Oh god! I'm not a stupid slut!"
Professor Gottschalk was relentless, he continued spanking his fuckpet until her ass glowed bright red, "Every time you sit down for the next week you will remember what a stupid fuckslut you were, won't you?" he growled.
"Yes sir. Yes sir, I'll never do it again. I swear," Maggie stuttered through sobs.
He lifted his hand from her ass and undid his belt, "You aren't finished yet, cunt," snarling as he pulled his black leather belt off, folding it in half.
Maggie's red, tear stained eyes just stared at him. Her bottom lip quivered as she whimpered, "Oh god, please no."
John slapped her cheek, making her ears ring, "Don't tell me how to punish you," he said in a disapproving tone.
His pet braced herself against the tree and took deep breaths as the belt trailed lightly over her sore rear. All the muscles in her body twitched in anticipation. She hung her head and buried her face into her upper arms.
The professor raised his hand and let the leather come down with a deafening pop against her ass.
Maggie screeched into her arms, "Oh my god, that hurts." Her words might have said she hated it, but her body had a different reaction. Her pussy ached for more, leaking juices to her inner thighs.
John raised his hand again and another crack of his belt-whip landed on her cherry colored bum. He repeated the motion in the same spot until a welt popped up across her cheeks.
Maggie was a mess as her disciplining continued. Her legs quaked and her Mary Janes slid through the mud, the soles caked with topsoil. She fought to keep her balance, every feeling in her body begging to make it stop. Deep down she loved the pain; it was rare that she got this from him.
The professor slapped his belt down the curve her ass with fast flicks of his wrist to the back of her thighs, "What if someone would have seen you grab me? You thought it would just be fun didn't you?"
Maggie wiggled as the belt slapped against her skin, "Yes I did. I'm so sorry sir. Please...." her words got cut off as he gave the back of her thighs the roughest whip yet, making her yelp and nearly collapse. A solitary red welt swelled up across both legs.
John wrapped his fingers in his pet's curly hair. He yanked and pulled her body down to the ground. Maggie screamed as her beaten ass fell into the grass, making every bruise ache. She panted, staring up at her dominant lover, her legs spread open, panties stretched on her thighs.
He dropped to his knees between her legs. Ravenous, his member bulging against his slacks, his sore, insatiable, hands grab and discard her panties and throw them into the grass. Not finished, he reached down and forced her legs open obscenely wide.
Maggie felt like a rag doll under his authority.
Still holding his belt in his right hand, which settled on her knee, he reached down and abruptly groped her cunt. "Maggie, Maggie, Maggie," he said shaking his head, "Does being beaten make you wet?" he teased.
Maggie wiped the tears off her face as she fell back into the grass and moaned, "Yes, oh god, yes it does."
