author's note: it's amazing how i didn't plan for this one to even have a second part... but thanks to a great idea sent to me (unfortunately anonymously so i don't know who to thank), we now have a third as well. So thank you to my anonymous feedbacker, i loved your idea and i hope i did it justice!
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It appeared that the last brutal beating of her ass, when Professor Daren had broken the yardstick as he spanked her mercilessly with it, had cured Karla of her desire for him. For a little bit at least, he figured he probably had about as long as it took her ass cheeks to return to their normal creamy color before she'd come looking for him again. He didn't fool himself into thinking that she wouldn't, like he had last time, she was obviously addicted to the roughness... and despite his worry that someone might find out and that he'd lose his job, he couldn't help but look forward to the next time she'd be approaching him. After the last time, he'd started to do some research online, and now he was prepared: he now kept a paddle in his desk that had holes in it spelling out the word "SLUT". If she decided to approach him again, she was going to get a bit of a surprise.
For about a week, she wore fairly normal clothes to class, although her skirts were still way too short. She still bent over on her way up the stairs, letting him see that there were still bruises across her ass, long stripes from where the yardstick had really bitten into the tender curves of her flesh. Still, it didn't seem to bother her at all, her eyes flirted with him as he gave his lectures, and she still didn't wear a bra under his shirt.
The next week though, as soon as he saw her he knew she was going to approach him after class. Her hair was in two long braids, making her look like a slutty Pippi Longstocking, her tube top was barely a strip of fabric across those gorgeous creamy bouncy breasts - with the white fabric her nipples could be clearly seen as they poked out at him. The pleated blue skirt barely covered her asscheeks even standing, and as it rippled around the smoothness of her pale thighs anyone watching could see glimpses of her firm ass and occasionally the pinkness of her pussy. Daren wondered how she'd managed to get across campus without being raped or mobbed by a group of angry girls branding her a slut. The most amazing thing, was that no one in the class seemed perturbed by it, although she did garner the attention of most of the males as she made her way up the stairs to her usual seat. But as he started the day's lecture, the whole class had all their attention focused on him.
Once seated, the hem of the tiny skirt barely touched the seat, and all she had to do was spread her legs an inch to allow him to see her pretty pink pussy. Of course, she didn't keep it at that inch. As the lesson continued her legs got wider and wider as his eyes constantly roamed the classroom to come back to rest of the pretty pink between her legs. Finally, her thighs were spread so wide that her pussy lips were actually spread apart as well and he could see the wetness gleaming on her pink flesh. Fifteen minutes till the end of class, she reached into her bag and pulled something out. Daren was shocked to realize that it was a long dildo, complete with veins, ridges and balls, extremely realistic looking. The slutty vixen slowly began pushing it into her pussy, giving him the most amazing view of her pussy hole opening up around the rubber cock, stretching wide to take it all in. Never taking her eyes off him, she started pumping the fake dick in and out of her hot hole, slippery wet as it slid in and out of her. Lowering her tube top with her other hand, she pinched the hard pink nipple with her fingers, caressing the pale white flesh of her breast as she fucked herself with the dildo.
Daren couldn't believe her eyes. Anyone in the classroom could look back and see her with her boobs hanging out, the thick dildo pumping in and out of her pussy as she masturbated in the back of his classroom. Either she didn't care, or she was the most daring slut he'd ever met... or maybe she got off on the danger. Whatever, she had his dick completely hard and leaking pre-cum as usual.
Just a few minutes before the end of the lecture, Karla finally came, her lips parted and eyes a little glazed as her body convulsed on the rubber cock. Pulling it from her pussy, she licked her juices off of the fake dick before putting it back into her purse and pulling her tube top back up over her breasts as he dismissed the class. Only then did a few of the guys look back at her wistfully, trying to catch her attention. She ignored all of them and fiddled with stuff in her bag until everyone had left the room. Daren just stood behind his desk, watching her as she played the innocent student looking for something in her bag. Her brazenness was unimaginable, and he wondered what kind of havoc she'd caused in high school, or if this was a more recent thing.
When the room was empty, except for the two of them, the irrepressible redhead grabbed her things and skipped down to stand beside him; breasts bouncing prettily as she moved quickly down the stairs.
"Hi Professor Daren," she said, but then he interrupted her before she could get any farther.
"Just what do you think you're doing?" his voice was harsh, angry even, and she took a step back looking very surprised.
"Doing?" voice full of sweet innocence, it was a little hard to pull off with her body barely covered like that.
