Candy Gets Spaned

Hi, my name is Candy, and this is a true story of what happened to me last year when I was a freshman at the college I attend.

I knocked timidly on the Professor's half-open door. He ordered me, "Come in," and I stepped nervously into his office.

"You wanted to see me Professor?" I asked him. The Professor was a tall man of about 49, well-built. His hair was still jet-black, just beginning to gray around his temples, and he dressed everyday in a dark-grey or black suit. He had a fearsome reputation for severity among the students at the university. His manner was always completely professional.

"Yes Candy. It's about your essay on Hamlet." He rummaged through the papers on his desk until he found my essay. "You state here that 'Hamlet's unwarranted aggression towards his mother suggests the working of an unresolved Oedipus complex.' Would you care to elaborate on that statement?"

"Well, that's what I think. It's just my opinion. . . ." I said. He continued to frown at me, so I added, "I could be wrong."

"Yes, well, that's not what I'm asking you. Perhaps you could explain your understanding of the 'Oedipus complex' in relationship to Shakespeare's play?" he continued to probe me unmercifully.

"Well sir, actually, that was information that I found on the internet, and I used it in my essay" I confessed.

"What you're saying, then, young lady, is that you plagiarized this essay" he said sternly.

There was no use in denying it, so I said simply "yes sir," with my head down ashamedly.

"You are aware of course of the penalties for plagiarism. I will have to report this to the Dean."

Our school had a strict "honor code" that all incoming freshman had to sign. The policy was that any cases of plagiarism would result in immediate expulsion. If I were expelled, I would have to return to my home in Georgia, and face all my friends and relatives in shame!

"Sir!" I exclaimed. "Please don't report me! I'll lose my scholarship, and I'll never be able to go to college again! My parents would never understand. I promise I won't ever do this again. Just don't report me to the Dean," I pleaded helplessly.

"Candy, you should have considered the possible consequences before you copied that essay from the internet. You must be punished, and the Dean is in charge of that. Now, if you don't mind, I have work to do." He dismissed me with a wave of his hand.

I was crying now with shame and fear, and I continued to plead with him. "Sir, please, isn't there some other way you could handle this? Isn't there some punishment you could give me instead of sending me to the Dean? I'll do anything sir. Anything!"

The Professor considered what I said gravely. He paused for a moment thinking, while I cried desperately. Finally he spoke. "You must be punished, Candy. There is no other way. However, if you are willing to accept the punishment I give you, then this need not go any further than this office."

"Oh, yes, sir. I'll accept any punishment you want. I'll do extra work or anything. Just don't report me to the Dean."

He looked at me severely, without saying anything, while I nervously waited to hear my punishment. "We take plagiarism very seriously at this school, as you well know. . . There is only one way that you can avoid a report to the Dean." He paused for emphasis. "Therefore, Candy, you must be spanked. Do you agree to this punishment?"

I was taken aback. I had never heard of a college student being spanked before! Was this some kind of weird New England college custom? I wondered if he was trying to take advantage of me sexually? Guys are always trying to get me into bed. I'm blond and petite with very large breasts. Even though I was a cheerleader in High School, somehow I never lost a thin layer of babyfat, which covered my well-rounded ass and breasts and my face, so that I still look kind of babyish, even though I'm 19. I looked at him carefully to see if he was eyeing my figure, but he looked completely serious and professional. He tapped his fingers on his desk impatiently as I considered what he had said. I didn't know what to say!

Finally he said, "Well, I will report you to the Dean then, Candy. You may go now."

"Wait sir!" I exclaimed. "I'll be spanked. You're right. I deserve to be punished, and I'll accept whatever punishment you want."

"Are you sure Candy?" he questioned me. "You must agree to this punishment."

"Yes, sir. Oh yes! Please, I'll do anything!" I pleaded.

"Very well," he pronounced. "Go lock the office door and pull down the shades. We must have privacy."

I anxiously obeyed him. In the half-darkened room, I stood nervously, awaiting his next command. He cleared off his desk, and ordered me to bend over. I obeyed, laying myself face down on his desk, mashing my breasts against the hard wooden surface, and exposing my pretty butt to his view. I was wearing a miniskirt, and some white bikini panties, which were stretched tightly over my ass in this humiliating posture. If I had known what was going to happen today, I would have worn jeans, but now my thin panties were clearly exposed to his view, and there was nothing I could do about it!

He pulled out a ruler from his desk, and then stood behind me, tapping the ruler against his palm.

"Candy," he said impatiently. "You must be spanked on your bare butt!"

I was shocked! If I had known he was going to spank me on my bare butt, I would have hardly agreed. But now it seemed too late to back out! I stood up and pulled down my panties. The thin white fabric settled around my ankles. Then I bent over the desk again, uncomfortably aware that my blond pussy was exposed to his view. I tried to keep my legs tightly together, but there was no hiding the broad slit of my ass and pussy.

He took the wooden ruler in his hand and started hitting my bare ass vigorously. Whack! Whack! Whack! He counted out loud, and when he reached ten I started crying again.

"Ow! Ow! Please stop sir! Please stop! It hurts!" I blubbered.

But he didn't stop. Instead, he kept hitting me very hard until he reached the count of 25. My butt was stinging like crazy! I had never been spanked since I was a little girl. And nobody had ever spanked me this hard before!

When he finally stopped spanking me, I tried to stand up, anxious to leave now after my punishment. To my surprise, however, he put his hand firmly on my back, so that I couldn't get up at all! Then I heard the unmistakable sound of him pulling down his zipper! Oh, no! Was he going to rape me too! I was pinned firmly against the desk, with no chance of escaping his stiff arm. I managed to turn my head enough to look back, and I saw that he had his cock out. What was worse, his cock was huge, like none other I had ever seen before, at least 12 inches long and 3 inches across. It was red and hard, and it looked like a club!

In panic, I tried to free myself, but he held my tiny body effortlessly. My tears continued to flow, from fear and humiliation as much as from the pain of spanking. He rubbed his gigantic penis up and down my defenseless slit, and then he began pushing it into my moist pussy. But his cock was way too big, and the pain was terrible.

"Stop, oh stop sir! It's too big. Too big! It hurts. Please stop!" I pleaded. But he ignored my cries, and continued pushing himself into me unmercifully. He kept plunging forward, and with each thrust he managed to fit another half an inch into my tiny pussy! Slowly, he worked his way into my vulnerable cunt. Back and forth he fucked me, until he finally had his entire 12 inches embedded into my tight little blond slit. I was completely filled, and, unused to such a length and girth, I cried with pain and humiliation at being taken against my will.

Once my tiny pussy was filled by his huge horse cock, he continued to fuck me unrelentingly. In and out. Impaled on his giant dick, there was no way I could escape now, and he took his hand off my back. Instead, he put his hands around my soft ass as he bucked against me.

Gradually, the pain subsided, and I stopped protesting. I could scarcely believe it, but I was starting to take pleasure in the feeling of his immense cock pounding me. The feeling of being so completely filled was strange and wonderful. The feeling started from my pussy, and gradually it spread throughout my entire body. It built and built with each of his powerful thrusts. My pussy felt so warm and wet and full, as it surrounded his hard cockmeat. Finally the feelings exploded into a massive orgasm that completely overwhelmed me. I screamed out in delirium, "Ohhh! Ohhh! Ohhh!"

At that moment, I felt his cock swell even larger, and then his warm cream filled me to overflowing. He continued to pound me over and over again, and each of his thrusts deposited another load of jism, until he finally drained his massive balls into my tight little pussy. His cock slowly deflated, and he pulled out. I felt his warm juice running down my legs. He managed to stuff his giant cock back into his pants. Then he zipped up while I stood up shakily. He sat down then and started rearranging his desk as if nothing had happened.

I pulled up my panties and hurried to the door. As I left, he warned me, "Don't ever cheat again, or this punishment will be repeated!"

I thought about reporting him to the school authorities, but then I realized that I would have to report my own plagiarism. I decided I better just keep quiet about the whole episode.

Over the next couple of weeks, however, I kept thinking about how he had spanked me and then taken me against my will. And every time I did, I just got very turned on! I lay in bed one night, completely naked, trying to go to sleep, but I kept thinking about my punishment. My pussy became very wet, and I had to masturbate before I could go to sleep.

The next day, after class, I went back to the Professor's office. He was grading some papers and looking very bored. I was dressed up in my sexiest clothes. But he hardly looked up when I came in, and said, "Yes? What do you want?"

"Sir," I said to him, "I have a confession to make."

He looked up sharply. "Yes?" he commented, with no hint of sympathy.

"Well, sir. I know we were all supposed to read that Faulkner novel. But the truth is, I didn't read it at all. I just read the Cliff Notes," I said breathlessly, wondering what his reaction would be.

I thought I saw a smile play across his face briefly, but then he contained it, and frowned severely instead.

"What?!" he said with indignation. "This is an outrage! What kind of student are you? I thought you learned your lesson, young woman, but you obviously did not! You are aware, of course, that you must be severely punished for this terrible, terrible offense!"

"Yes, sir" I answered meekly.

"Well, what are you waiting for then? You know what we must do!"

I did indeed. I went to the door, closed it and locked it. Then I closed the window and pulled down the shades. In the half-lit office, I stood in front of his desk with my hands behind my back, my young firm breasts thrust out, nervously awaiting his next command. My little blond pussy was already growing moist at the thought of what was sure to follow.

He cleared off his desk, just like last time. But instead of bending me over his desk, he ordered me, "Candy, take off all your clothes. I don't want you trying to hide your body from me." When I hesitated, he commented sternly, "This is necessary for your punishment."

I hadn't expected to be ordered to strip completely for him, but I was prepared to follow all of his commands, and secretly pleased that he wanted to see my body.

I had worn a short white blouse, which I proceeded to unbutton, exposing my thin white frilly bra, filled to overflowing with my 39C breasts. Then I undid my bra, and my breasts sprang out to his view. They're the size of cantaloupes, and still very firm, with almost no sag at all. He looked at me eagerly, but without speaking or moving. I saw that he did, however, lick his lips. I set my blouse and bra carefully on a chair.

Then I undid the clasp on my orange miniskirt. When I pulled it down, it was so tight around my butt that I had to wiggle my ass provocatively in order to make it fall to the floor. I set the miniskirt on the chair, and stood up to face him, wearing only my red high heels, white stockings, and panties. I was wearing thong panties, just a tiny triangle of thin white silk which scarcely covered my pussy, held up by two thin straps. I took a deep breath then, and pulled the thong down off my ass. The Professor watched my neatly trimmed bush intently as the skimpy fabric fell noiselessly to the floor.

I stepped out of the thong, and began to peel off my stockings, but he stopped me, saying, "That will be enough. Bend over now."

I was completely naked and vulnerable before his hungry gaze, except for my white silk stocking and red high heels. I bent over the desk obediently, feeling the cold hard wood on my soft warm breasts. My round ass stood out provocatively. My high heels made my butt stick out even more, exposing and elevating it to his view.

I closed my legs together tightly, to protect my pussy from the hard blows of his wooden ruler. I thought he would spank me then, but instead he took off his belt and ordered me to put my hands behind my back. I obeyed, and then he took the belt and bound my wrists together tightly. He commented that he didn't want me trying to get away.

I was bent over his desk now, with my hands bound behind my back; my small young body was completely helpless to anything he might want to do to me.

He took out the ruler and started beating my bare butt without mercy. Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! He counted ten whacks, at which point I broke down blubbering, and started begging him to stop.

He stopped only long enough to tell me, "You've been a bad girl Candy! A very bad girl! Now you must be spanked like the bad little girl you are."

He continued spanking me on my bare butt, so hard that I really began to regret that I had ever come back to his office. But finally he stopped, as I cried and wept piteously. I knew what was coming next, and I wasn't disappointed. He unzipped his pants, letting his long hard cock free. He didn't have to hold me down this time. Of course, with my hands tied behind my back, I could hardly move anyways. He took his immense truncheon and pushed it into my tight slit. I had forgotten how huge he was! Even with my pussy well-lubricated, and excited as I was from his spanking, such a huge cock stretching me was painful.

"Oh wait, sir. Please! It's too big! Oh! It hurts, sir. Stop! Please stop!" I pleaded with him helplessly.

He ignored my pleas, however, and continued to push his way into my defenseless pussy. Harder and harder he plunged against me. I started to become more lubricated, which made it easer for him to go deeper. He kept thrusting over and over again until he finally had the entire length of his monster cock embedded in my tiny blond pussy, stretched now almost beyond belief. I could feel his balls bouncing against my soft ass as he pounded me.

The pain began to subside, and then I felt what I had been waiting for, the incredible feeling of being completely filled and stimulated, dominated and forced to submit to his awesome cock. He pounded against my ass over and over as he fucked my pussy unmercifully. I couldn't help responding to his forceful fucking with moans of passion. "Oh, oh, oh," I chanted in time to his thrusts.

The pressure in my pussy started to build until I was quickly overcome with an incredible orgasm that coursed throughout every inch of my young body. I came violently, shaking with passion. I thought he would come when I did, like last time. To my surprise however, he didn't. He just kept fucking me, bringing me to orgasm over and over again.

Finally after about half an hour of intense pounding, he pulled his still-hard cock out from my poor abused pussy. Then he sat down in his office chair, with his cock sticking straight up like a pole. He ordered me, "Get down on your knees here in front of me. A bad girl like you must be humbled and humiliated."

It wasn't easy to raise myself from the desk with my hands bound behind my back, but I managed. Still wearing only my white stockings and red high heels, I kneeled down submissively in front of him as he sat in his chair. With my arms behind my back, my large breasts stood out proudly in front. He reached out with his long strong arms and grabbed my breasts, mauling them roughly. I had never realized before how sensitive my breasts were, because his touch was turning me on like crazy. Then he started pulling and pinching my tiny pink nipples, causing me to gasp in pain and excitement.

"You're a bad girl, Candy. A very bad girl!" he told me as he pinched my nipples.

"Yes, sir. You're right. I'm a bad girl, and I should be punished severely," I admitted breathlessly.

I was so turned on by his hands on my breasts, I was almost ready to come again, and if my hands were free, I would have touched my pussy. But since I was bound securely with his belt, all I could do is sit passively while he mauled me.

Using my breasts like handles, he pulled me closer, so that my breasts rubbed against his cock, which was still wet and hard from our sex. He put his cock in between my breasts and clamped my breasts firmly around his warm meat. He pushed my large soft breasts up and down around his cock. I helped him them by raising myself up and down, so that he could fuck my breasts with his cock. We kept this up for a few minutes, and I was amazed to see his cock grow even larger and harder at this treatment.

Then he let go my breasts and grabbed my head, and pushed my face down to his monster tool. I had never sucked a cock before, and I had no idea what to do. I opened my mouth as wide as I possibly could to fit my lips over his smooth cockhead. With his cock filling my mouth, I sucked on it, and licked the head, which I knew was the most sensitive part. I found I liked the musky taste of his warm cockmeat. I bobbed my head up and down his cock, over and over again, and clamped my lips firmly around his huge cock.

My jaw was aching from the effort to keep my mouth open so wide, but I was proud to be able to satisfy him in this way. I felt so incredibly sexy too! Naked and kneeling down in front of him like his cockslave. He reached out to fondle my breasts as I sucked on him. Then I had the idea to make a humming sound, stimulating his cock with the vibrations. At the same time, I kept bobbing my head up and down, keeping my lips firmly around him, and sucking and licking his delicious cockhead.

Then I saw his body stiffen, he pushed his cock deeper, and I tasted his warm cum spurting into my mouth. I tried to pull back, but he put his hands firmly around my head, holding it in position, forcing me to suck down all his warm salty cream. I kept sucking and licking and swallowing, as he pushed my head up and down his jerking cock. His cream just kept coming for what seemed like a couple of minutes. He must have been full of come from all the excitement of fucking me for so long. Finally his massive balls were drained, after I had swallowed about 4 mouthfuls of his come. The rest that I couldn't swallow was dripping down my cheeks and chin onto my breasts.

He stopped to catch his breath, and then he finally pulled his flaccid cock from my mouth. After he pulled up his pants, he reached around to unbind my wrists. I stood up wobbly and looked for my clothes.

As I left the office, the Professor said, "I hope you learned your lesson, but I doubt it. You're probably incorrigible. You'll have to be punished on a regular basis."

I knew, deep down in my heart, he was right.