Paddling the Professor – His cock was too small to suck

When the big man wants a big punishment

I sauntered into the Professor’s office, my hips swaying as my heels clicked on the ground. His eyes followed my every move, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. He’d summoned me, the notorious bad girl of this prestigious college, to his office. But I knew what he wanted, what they all wanted. This would be new for me though: paddling the professor.

“You wanted to see me, Professor?” I asked, batting my eyelashes innocently. “Sammy,” he began, his voice strained. “I’ve heard about your… reputation.” I laughed, leaning against his desk. “And what reputation would that be, sir?” Then, he shifted in his seat, his discomfort evident. “You know what I’m talking about. Your ability to… dominate.” Then, I smirked, leaning closer. “Is that what you want, Professor? To be dominated?” He nodded, his face flushed.

Paddling the Professor keeps me out of trouble

Then, I stood up, walking around his desk to stand behind him. My fingers traced the nape of his neck, making him shiver. “You know what you have to do, Professor,” I whispered in his ear. “Take off your pants.” He hesitated for a moment before standing up and unbuckling his belt. Then, his pants pooled around his ankles, revealing a pair of tight, white briefs.  I could see the outline of his erection, small but eager. I bit my lip, suppressing a laugh. With a cock like that, I will definitely be paddling the professor.

“Is that all you’ve got, Professor?” I teased, cupping his erection through his briefs. But he gasped, his hips jerking forward. “Such a tiny dick for such a big man.” He groaned, his face flushing even deeper. I grinned, pulling his briefs down to reveal his small, hard cock. “Don’t worry, Professor,” I said, wrapping my hand around his shaft. “I’ll make you cum, no matter how small your dick is.”

Then, I started to stroke him, my hand moving up and down his shaft with a slow, teasing rhythm. He moaned, his head falling back against my shoulder. I leaned in, nipping at his earlobe. “You like that, don’t you, Professor? You like being dominated by a student.” He groaned, his hips bucking against my hand. I tightened my grip, stroking him faster. His breath hitched, his cock twitching in my hand. I knew he was close. But I still wanted to get to paddling the professor.

His little cock had a big load!

Suddenly, I let go of his cock, making him whimper. Then, I reached into my bag, pulling out a wooden paddle. His eyes widened, a mix of fear and excitement in his gaze. “What are you going to do with that?” he asked, his voice shaking. I grinned, running the paddle over his ass. “I’m going to paddle you, Professor, and you’re going to cum for me.”

I raised the paddle, bringing it down on his ass with a loud smack. He gasped, his cock twitching. I smacked him again, harder this time. He moaned, his hips bucking against the desk. Then, I smacked him again and again, his ass turning red under the force of my blows. Then, I dropped it, I was done paddling the professor for now. I wrap my hand around his cock once more. He was so close, his cock throbbing in my hand. I stroked him faster, harder, my other hand reaching up to twist his nipple. Then, he cried out, his hips jerking forward.

“Cum for me, Professor,” I whispered in his ear. He groaned, his cock pulsing in my hand. Then, I felt the hot spurt of his cum against my fingers, his body shaking with the force of his orgasm. I grinned, leaning in to kiss his neck. “Good boy,” I whispered. Then, He collapsed against the desk, panting heavily. I chuckled, wiping my hand on his shirt. “See you in class, Professor,” I said, sauntering out of his office. Another day, another conquest.

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