Dulcie sat in class thinking about how slutty she was being, but it would be worth it, she hoped. They had a test last week and she got an F, and right now she was hoping to get her professor to change it. He was at least 50 and grey but mostly balding, but before she entered the lesson Dulcie had removed her knickers, and ensured her skirt was hitched up as high as she could manage.
Less than two minutes into the lesson she had got the attention of the professor and he had looked straight at her, and straight up her skirt to her little bald pussy. On his fourth or fifth look she had slid her hand down and ran her fingers up and down her lips, parting them to show the professor her wet pussy inside. His eyes had almost popped out of his head, as she rubbed her clit for him.
"So, class, that wraps up today's lesson," said the professor. "Dulcie, as the only person to fail the test last week, can you please stay behind for a moment?"
"Yes sir," she replied, as the rest of the class got up and started to filter out of the room.
The professor walked over to Dulcie's desk; there was a slight challenge to his walk that suggested he was not comfortable in his trousers. He stopped at her desk, as the last of the students filed from the room.
"Now, Miss Ryan, I can see you worked hard today to make up for that 'F', but you have not done nearly enough," he said.
"No, Professor. I did assume you would need more from me," she replied.
The door closed behind the last student, and the professor continued, "I think you have made a good start at fixing that grade, but I think you will need an intense tutoring session after classes today."
"Yes sir, but I have netball after class. I can come to your office at 5 p.m. Is that OK?" she asked.
"Oh yes, that will work very well. I will arrange to lock up the school tonight," he replied. "Now please stand and bend over the desk."
Dulcie was shocked. She did not expect that, and the next class would start to come in very soon. But, with a bright red face, she stood up and moved so that she could bend over her desk. Even before she had finished bending over, his hand moved her skirt up, exposing her naked pussy and arse.
He stroked her pert young arse, his hand a little cold, but gentle. Then in a quick movement, he moved it away then slapped it back into her cheeks, with a clap that echoed off the classroom walls. Dulcie yelped, and stood up straight, in shock.
"You will need to do better than that later, young lady; I intend to spank that arse hard. Your 21-year-old cheeks should be able to take it," he said. "So, think about that today. The spanking will get you to an 'E', if you can take it, but I will give you the opportunity after to get to an 'A'. Fail at any part and your grade stops where it is, at that point. Am I clear?"
"Yes, Professor," she replied, rubbing her arse.
"Now get to your next lesson," he said.
Through the day, Dulcie thought about the slap. It had hurt, and her bottom stung until the end of the next lesson. By the time she got to the professor's office later, her heart was pumping, and she was a little scared of what he planned to do to her. But she did not feel she had a choice; if she failed science, her dad had said she was going to an all-girl boarding school, and she could not cope with that.
She stood looking out across the netball courts, in her white jeans that she had changed into at lunchtime. As she walked, they rubbed and she felt the spank. She lifted her sunglasses, and made the decision she was going to go to the professor, and whatever he wanted she would do it, even if he wanted to take her virginity.
The school was silent; there was nobody around now. The professor's office was the only one with light, and with a stutter to her step she walked to the door and knocked.
"Come," his voice carried from inside.
She opened the door and walked in looking very meek, and closed the door behind her. "Hello, Professor," she said, "I have texted my mum and she knows I have an extra tutor session with you, and she will pick me up at 6:30. Is that long enough?"
From behind his desk, which was clear of almost everything except the paper he was marking, he said, "If you are a good girl, that should be fine."
"I will be, professor. I have thought all day, and I will do whatever you need. I can't afford to fail," she said, in a voice that was close to cracking.
"No need to worry. Your young arse and cunt should be able to take all of this, no problem. Now please remove all your clothes and bend over the desk like you did earlier. It should be easier with this large desk." His voice was commanding and forceful.
Dulcie slowly took off all her clothes. She watched the professor as he eagerly watched her bra come off and her young, perky tits slipped into view. Their big size meant that they drooped slightly, but they had a good shape with puffy pink nipples. His eyes flicked down to her skirt as she removed that, her clean-shaven pussy visible and almost sparkling. When she was naked, she walked to the desk and bent over it. She gripped the sides hard, her knuckles going white straight away. Then she closed her eyes and waited.
She heard him moving and almost shook from the fear of the first slap coming, but instead he spoke again. "Have you ever been spanked? I assume not, as you are likely too young to have done it sexually, and parents don't spank children anymore."
"No, sir. When you slapped me earlier, it was the first time I had been hit," she replied, her voice shaking.
"No. Well, for the first time in your life, you are about to be punished properly. I will spank you with my hand, then with my belt; your 21-year-old bottom will be very red when I am done. Then you will have a 'E' and can decide if you want to get a 'D' instead," his voice was commanding.
Dulcie braced herself and said, "Yes, sir, I am ready, and I want an 'A' please."
The professor murmured to himself, then with a clap his hand slapped into her left cheek. It stung from the moment it hit, the sound loud around the small office. Dulcie tried hard not to make a sound, but a little squeal escaped.
A second, then a third, hit. The heat in her bottom rose quickly. As the fourth hit, she yelped out loud, and a foot came off the floor to her arse, protecting it.
"Foot down, legs straight, young lady," the commanding voice of her tutor bellowed. Slowly Dulcie lowered her foot, but the heat and sting in her bottom was overwhelming her. However, she was already starting to think she liked it. Only a little, but the feeling when he stopped was...well, not quite 'nice', but different. Also, this was so naughty, she could not help but be turned on. Another slap landed, and before the yelp she let out had cleared the room, the next hit, and then another.
Slowly Dulcie descended into a sob, each slap setting off another sob. It felt so strange. She was in pain and crying, but also so very horny; she was really turned on. It was the weirdest she had ever felt.
The slaps stopped, and then his hand rubbed over her sore cheeks. He stroked, and his fingers just touched her pussy, teasing it just a little. Dulcie pushed back into that hand, and he stroked harder, then his fingers slipped into her pussy. She gasped, not expecting that, but she was so wet and those fingers slipped in easy.
As he fingered her, she moaned, enjoying the touch. Then she heard him taking his belt off, and remembered that she had to take that, too. She knew she could, but really did not want to.
He took his hand away, and said, "Please hop on the desk, lay back on your back, raise your legs in the air, and spread them apart."
It took her a few moments, but she complied, and then waited for that belt to strike. However, moments after she used her hands to support her legs in the air, his hand slipped across her pussy, and expertly two fingers found her clit. His fingers twisted and rubbed her nub; he seemed to get his fingers under it, and then expose it to the intense rub that produced. She moaned loudly, her arousal growing quickly.