Professors Punishment

"Are you doodling during my lecture?"

All eyes in the room drifted to my flushed cheeks. The professor looked at me sternly; he was known for being quite disciplined. I didn't think he would have noticed me sitting in the back of the class, tuning out of the world. It wasn't that I wasn't interested in most of my studies.

It was just that math made me want to cry. I seemed to just dissociate during these lectures. I mostly passed my math classes due to the pity of my other teachers. Going back to college, though, these classes were challenging. I didn't pass my standardized tests, so here I was, sitting in a remedial college math class, unable to pay attention to the lecture.

At least the professor was cute. Actually, really cute. I smiled a little and giggled nervously without thinking about it. He frowned, thinking perhaps that I wasn't taking this seriously. He cleared his throat. "I'd like to speak with you after class, please." He said before going back to his lecture.

"Yes, Sir," I respond as I fiddle with the tie around my neck, part of a school uniform. I, of course, wasn't taking this all too seriously, at least not as seriously as I should have. I sat still when the bell rang, and the students started filing out. The professor's eyes were straight on me. He beckoned me with a look to the front of the class after all the students had left.

"Tell me, do you have any other classes after this one?" he asked. I shook my head, and he stood up. He walked over to the door and closed it. He slowly turned the lock on the door and then turned to look at me. "That'll give us some privacy." My cheeks were completely red as he walked over to me.

"Did you think you can just get away with being a complete ditz in my class? That you can just giggle like a stupid schoolgirl, and I will just pass you because you are cute?"

"I-" I blushed even more ferociously. I had never felt quite so humiliated, but the way his eyes lingered over me with a hunger, I could recognize I could feel something along with the degradation... a pang that started in the pit of my stomach and dropped down to my pussy.

"I am giving you detention today; you will stay here with me for as long as we need; this was my last class. You will start by writing lines on the chalkboard. You will write- I will pay attention in class. I want you to write it 100 times."

He looked me dead in the eye before I could protest, "I want your wrist to be so cramped you won't be able to ever even think about doodling in my class again." He said with finality.

I groaned and walked over to the chalkboard in defeat. He walked over while I was writing and smiled, "You may want to write smaller, make more room. And I want perfect penmanship." He said as he grabbed a yardstick off of the chalkboard's ledge. He stroked the wooden ruler in his hand, and then he used the tip of it to lift up the gray, pleated skirt of my uniform.

Maybe if he was thinking what I was thinking, I could get out of this. I could get him to go a little easier on me while I was at it. I licked my lips a little and smiled at the professor. "You know, we don't need to spend our time alone together doing this... we could do something even more fun..."

The professor came up behind me and pressed his hand to my skin. I moaned a little, not able to help it, as his fingers dug into my thighs and ran up under my skirt. He used his other hand to rub my tits for a moment. He pressed his lips against my cold neck and whispered, "Do you really think that is appropriate?" He asked as his fingers moved to my lips. I desperately licked at them and smiled at him.

I shook my head, silently moved my fingers to my chest, and unbuttoned my white blouse. I bit my lower lips as my cheeks flushed. I revealed a dark red bra underneath and guided his hands to my tits. He gave them a good squeeze and put a hand on the back of my neck.

He asked, "Are you trying to flirt your way out of a punishment? Are you coming on to your teacher?"

I swallowed; I had never done this before. I wasn't sure what was coming over me at the moment, but I nodded my head at his question.

After I responded, he waited a moment. I wasn't sure what he would do, but then he easily got me to my knees and waited to see what I'd do. I knelt in contemplation for a moment before I crawled closer to him, I used my mouth to unzip his pants, and he helped get his cock out. I felt my heart begin to pound as he grabbed my hair, pulling it hard as he guided my face to his cock. I opened my mouth and began drooling all over his hardening dick.

I heard him grunting, and it turned me on. I choked on his cock as he went deeper and deeper, holding onto my hair as a way to facefuck me. I began to lick up and down his cock, swirling my tongue around the tip. I then went back in and gagged some more. He stroked my hair the entire time and told me I was doing so well. That turned me on even more.

I could feel myself grow wet and my brain grow cloudy. Soon I felt the hot thick cum filling my mouth and shooting into the back of my throat, along with the sound of the professor groaning softly.

"I would have given you a facial, but I don't want anyone asking questions." He laughed a little after he was done. I smiled at him, now topless except for my bra, though my tits were hanging out after quite a bit of fondling.

"Now... back to those lines." He said with a cruel smirk that made my heart sink.

"Ugh, but I sucked your dick." I was fully aware of how undignified I sounded.

"Yes, you did a sloppy job at that, too; we'll need to work on that." He lifted my chin so I was looking him in the eyes. My heart began to pound hard again. "You need to learn that you can't just get everything you want... but you did put in some effort... so I'll take off ten lines."