Pantied Professor Pt 03

End of Part 2

I felt a finger start to trace the waistband of my briefs. You could almost see the electricity flowing between us. I put my hand on her bare shoulder and began to tilt my head down as she mirrored my actions angling her face towards mine. The look of affection and arousal turned me on even more. Our faces were inches apart and closing in on each other when suddenly a knock on the door halted everything.

Part 3

Panic quickly set in as we both looked at door that was being knocked on. I quickly bent down an picked up my pants and her hoodie and tossed them under my desk as the door was knocked on again.

"Quick, under here!" I whispered urgently to Amy. She gave me a devilish smile as she ducked under my desk, and I sat down in my chair and slid up to the gap.

"Come in." I said trying to not sound as nervous as I was. The door opened and one of my teacher's aide's walked in.

"Oh, hi Ben." I said again trying not to sound as nervous as I was.

"I've got all of this week's tests graded." Ben told he as he sat several thick bundles of papers down on top of my desk.

"Oh great." I said. "That'll save me some work this weekend." As I was saying this under the desk, I suddenly felt Amy's hands start to run up my legs. My pulse naturally started to race as I felt her hands move up from my calves to my thighs. My legs naturally parted at her touch giving her easy access to my aching erection pressing against my cotton briefs.

"Are this week's ready for me to grade?" Ben asked eagerly.

"Ah not quite." I said. "I want to look at some of them myself. I'll get back to you by the end of the week if I need your help."

"Sure thing professor." Ben said. Then he asked, "You ok? You look a little off."

"I'm fine." I said as I stifled a moan turning it into a slight cough as Amy squeezed my erection. "Just a little tired that's all."

"Oh ok." Ben said. "Well, I'll get out of here and let you go get some rest then. Let me know if you need me."

"Sure, thing Ben. Thanks." I said as Amy continued to squeeze and rub my cock under the desk. Ben turned and left shutting the door behind him. As soon as the door closed, I pushed back from the desk and Amy emerged with the same devious grin she had on it when she went under there.

"Now who's being impossible?" I said.

"Who me?" Amy said with false innocence. "You mean you didn't like that?"

"Don't you play innocent." I said. "You know what you were doing."

"Now you know what you've been doing to me." Amy said as she sat down on the edge of the desk. "Getting me all worked up and going nowhere with it."

What she was saying quickly clicked in my mind and I formed a plan. I stood up and closed the short distance between us. I put my strict professor look back on my face as I got up to her. I leaned down and put my arms on each side of her on the desk.

"So." I said in a low voice. "What you're saying is you like my strict professor persona."

She suddenly looked nervous, but before that she had a hitch in her breath and I saw a brief, blink and I would have missed it, shiver run through her body, that told me I was on the right track.

"No." she said in an almost panting like voice.

"Oh, I think you do." I said in the same low voice.

"No." she said again a little more confidently, but still sounding breathy and aroused. "I just got upset that you acted like you didn't like me anymore."

"If that's the case then how did I leave you all hot and bothered?" I asked. She didn't answer and the only reaction to my question was a little pink rising in her cheeks. I lifted one hand and brushed her hair behind her ear before leaning in and saying in almost a whisper, "I think you're turned on by my strict professor persona. The thought of being had by your strict professor gets you all worked up. I'll bet you've fantasized about being with Snape. That's why you mentioned his name when you tried to chastise me. You like Severus's dark and moody nature, but since he's not real you've turned your fantasy over to me."

I could tell I was hitting the nail on the head as Amy began to tremble under my touch. My hand was still on her neck from pushing her hair behind her ear and I slowly and gently traced it down her neck and over her exposed upper back. Goosebumps formed on her arms and legs as she again had a hitch in her breath. I took my free hand and placed it on her knee before slowly moving it up her thigh quickly reaching the top. I traced her leg just outside the bottom hem of her shorts before forcing my finger underneath them. It wasn't long before my fingers found her panty gusset and found it not just damp but soaking wet.

I started to rub my fingers over her wet gusset as I leaned in again and said, "Who's a bad girl getting her panties all wet? Are your panties wet for your strict professor?" She didn't answer right away so I stopped fingering her and said in my strict voice, "I asked you a question. You better answer if you want this to continue." She had been looking for slightly away face still pink, but at my assertive statement she looked back at me with her mouth open and a look of lust on her face. A look that brought a throb to my still rock-hard penis straining against my briefs.

"Yes, I'm wet for you." she said in a breathy voice. Then in almost a whimper as I traced the inside of her thigh said, "Please don't stop. You do it so much better than I do."

"And what do I get in return?" I asked in a low voce while tracing the leg bands of her panties just near her gusset but not touching it.

She looked down at my tented briefs and said, "How would you your cock to be in my mouth instead of those tight briefs?"

I moved my finger back to her gusset and started fingering her again and said, "Ok little nymph but you better put out this time."

She whimpered again as I continued to finger her. I could tell she was getting more and more worked up as I started fingering her harder and faster. At the last second a very naughty idea came into my head. Even though I knew she was on the edge of orgasm I slowed my fingering to a glacial crawl. In her clearly worked up and inebriated state she suddenly looked up at me with a look on her face that at the same time read of desperation and irritation.

"Don't stop now." she panted as I moved my finger to tracing her inner thigh.

I leaned in right by her hear and said in a low growl, "I don't think a naughty girl deserves to cum. I think she deserves to be spanked." As I moved my head back her face morphed into a look of sheer horror and surprise.

"You...you wouldn't..." she said. "You can't."

"Can't I?" I said giving her my own devious grin which I couldn't help but notice sent a shudder through her.

"That's what you want isn't it?" I asked. "You want to be spanked by your strict professor?" The look of lust on her face said it all and I took my hands and grabbed each side of her waist. She didn't resist as I turned her around facing the desk and gently leaned her over it. She gave a soft whimper as I pulled down the nylon running shorts she was wearing. My penis throbbed at the sight of her bare ass cheeks exposed between a white cotton thong strap.

After feasting my eyes on her curvy ass for a few seconds I caressed the right cheek a few times with my hand getting more whimpering from Amy in the process before raising my hand and giving it a slap. A slight squeal escaped Amy's mouth at my not gentle, but not hard slap. A couple more slaps the same intensity in faster succession had Amy panting with arousal.

As I caressed the ass cheek, I had just been spanking I leaned up and again pulled her hair behind her ear and whispered. "Admit it. You're a naught girl who deserves to be spanked." All I got at first was more panting and whimpering as I felt her body trembling.

"Admit it." I said a little more firmly as I gave her ass cheek another slap.

After a couple more slaps she said breathily, "Ok, ok I'm a naughty girl who deserves to be spanked."

"Again." I said as I slapped her ass twice more quickly.

"I'm a naughty girl who deserves to be spanked." she said panting harder.

A few seconds later after a few more slaps and more caressing. "Professor please..." she pleaded.

"Please what?" I asked not hiding my satisfaction that I had her right where I wanted her.

"I need to cum so badly. My pussy is tingling and throbbing." she said hardly able to control herself.

I probably could have extended the tease a bit longer, but I decided to have a little compassion on her. Besides I was ready to blow my own load and figured she'd be more accommodating if I finished her first. I finished rubbing her ass cheek and then fed my hand between her legs and again began to finger her through the gusset of her thong again.

As I started to finger her again, I felt her thighs clench tightly around my hand as her essence quickly soaked my fingers. Soon she was breathing hard, and I knew what was coming. With my other hand I reached around her head and placed it over her mouth. It wasn't a second too soon as I felt her whole body convulse, and she let out a muffled scream into the hand that now covered her mouth. My hand was soon dripping with her essence as her body went limp from her intense orgasm.

Once her body calmed down, I slowly guided her to my chair and set her down in it. She looked up at me her face red but with a look of satisfaction on it. "Wow professor1" Amy said still panting slightly.

"Is that what you've been fantasizing about?" I asked looking down at her with a satisfied smirk.

She returned my smirk with a devious one of her own as she said, "It was better than I imagined professor." She then eyed my very tented briefs and said, "I see someone is ready for their reward."

Amy then reached forward and grabbed the waistband of my briefs and pulled them down. I couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief as my aching hardon was freed from the stiff cotton confines of my undies. I looked down and was surprised to see that my cock had taken on a slightly purple color to it from so much pent-up arousal.

"Wow professor!" Amy said in a sultry voice as she eyed my hardon. She then wrapped her small delicate hands around my cock and began to gently pull.

"Oh shit!" I cried as I leaned back up against the desk in an attempt to keep my balance.

"I've heard of blue balls before, but I didn't know it meant they were literally blue." Amy said with a giggle as she continued to stroke me with both hands. The sensation of her hands on my cock was incredible. I was torn between wanting to enjoy her hand job and dying for relief. Amy seemed to pick up on my predicament and started stroking me a bit harder.

Amy's eyes bored into mine as she opened her mouth in the sexiest way possible as she continued to tug her hands up and down my cock that was ready to explode and I couldn't remember being so turned on. Amy licked her lips as she gave my cock a squeeze before continuing to stroke me.

My cock suddenly couldn't take any more teasing and I felt the familiar buildup of pressure starting to build in my balls and move up my shaft. I leaned back into the desk harder as I expected my cock to blow like a cannon any second. A few seconds of Amy stroking away like a pro and I felt the pressure begin to mount to the point of no return.

As I felt the pressure build and I was bracing for a mind-blowing orgasm Amy let go of my cock completely. My bliss suddenly turned to horror as my eyes bolted down to my cock. With the loss of stimulation my cock bobbed up and down weakly three times and sent out a small trickle of cum from the tip. My instinct had me move my hands to finish the job myself, but Amy was too quick for me grabbing each of my wrists and held them long enough for the deed to be done.

"Not fair!" I moaned in frustration as I felt the pressure start to back build in my cock and balls and start to ache.

Amy then smirked at me and said, "Now you know what you've been doing to me." Then she wrapped her hands back around my cock and began to stroke again knowing it wouldn't do any good. She giggled as I whimpered again as her stroking only served to remind me of the pain there now.

After tormenting me a little more Amy then pulled my briefs out from around my ankles. I then watched in awe as she slipped behind my chair and dropped her panties and slipped my briefs on. While they rose pretty high on her waist, they still looked oddly sexy on her. She then tossed her white cotton thong next to me on the desk that was now soaked in her scent from her arousal and orgasm.

"I'll tell you what professor, you wear that home and back to class tomorrow and I might finish you."

"Might?" I said timidly.

She only smirked at me as she picked up her shorts and slipped them back on followed by her hoody. "Well, I've got to go professor." she said. "I'll see you and my thong tomorrow."

With that I was alone nude from the waist down with a raging erection that I could now do nothing about and a thong that smelled like the biggest minx I had ever encountered. My mind told me I should forget about Amy and wearing her underwear again especially since they were waterlogged in her scent and go on about my business. My hormones were telling me the complete opposite and before I knew it I was slipping Amy's thong up my legs. I couldn't help but wince a little as I felt the strap pull between my cheeks.

As I got the thong up around my waist it was clear that it wasn't designed to hold male anatomy. My swollen cock was at least two inches over the low-cut waistband and my attempts to force the waistband over it or my cock sideways to fit inside proved futile. And that was only part of the nightmare. The other half was that I could clearly smell Amy's scent since the thong was still quite damp from her orgasm. I quickly slipped my pants back on hoping they would help block the scent as I packed up my briefcase to go home wondering how I was going to bear wearing a skimpy white thong for the next 24 hours.