author's note: by request, a sequel... I hadn't actually planned for a sequel to this one, but under popular demand (and hopefully having taken into account suggestions and criticisms), I offer you this.
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Karla, Professor Daren's trouble student, was asking for another spanking. He didn't want to give it to her though, he'd spent hours wracked with guilt and worry after they'd had sex. Plenty of his dreams were filled with her wrapped in nothing but her luxurious straight red hair, pretty pink pussy leaking white cum with her big white ass cheeks turning bright red under his brutal hand. The 35 year old professor worried anxiously that she would tell someone, or that he'd hear gossip around campus about a professor having sex with a student. For the rest of that week, even her girlishly slutty outfits couldn't really tempt him, he avoided her completely by rushing out of the classroom as soon as the lesson was finished.
After the first week he relaxed a little when no angry parents or apartment head came barging into his office demanding answers. Apparently she had meant it when she said she'd wanted to have sex with someone in authority, and now maybe she'd leave him alone other than teasing for the rest of the semester.
Not that she stopped teasing him in class. She always sat in the back of the classroom now, and never wore underwear under her ridiculously short skirts. Constantly his eyes were drawn to her spread legs where her pink pussy was peeking out at him during lessons. It always payed to watch her walk up the stairs to her seat, because she always found some reason to bend over, giving him a tantalizing view of the curving underside of her pale white ass.
He'd started having constant erotic dreams about her, where she was dressed as a Catholic schoolgirl and he paddled her ass for one transgression or another. It always culminated with her apologizing for being bad, and sucking his cock in her mouth, riding him with her pussy, and (most excitingly) occasionally taking a pounding in her ass again. Still, he mostly tried to ignore her in class.
One day in particular was very hard on him when she came in with a lollipop in her mouth. All throughout the class she sucked on the lollipop, licking it with her tongue and popping it in and out of her pert pink lips. His voice was on complete auto pilot when she lowered the sticky pop to her juicy pink slit and rubbed it up and down in her pussy, going so far as to push it into her hole and pulling it out again. Pushing the coated lolly back into her mouth she grinned wickedly at him as his face grew flushed, his voice droning on about schizophrenics. He wondered vaguely what her pussy would taste like with the sticky lolly's flavoring mixed with the musky juices.
All in all, Karla was driving him mad.
He was in his office grading papers when the door opened, he looked up and froze as Karla stood there posing in the doorway. It was a Wednesday, so it wasn't a class day and he hadn't seen her all day. Her hair was in pigtails again, she was wearing a button down shirt which she had rolled up and tied under her perky, milky-white breasts; she obviously wasn't wearing a bra as he could see the light pink of her nipples poking through the thin material of the shirt. The pale skin of her midriff pulled his eyes down to the red plaid skirt, pleated and incredibly short. Just under the hemline were the tops of her thigh-high white lacy stockings, held up by a white garter belt; those long white stockings led down to black Mary Janes. Her young face was framed by her beautiful red hair, flowing from pigtails again.
