Two nights later, I was in our home office late, after my wife had gone to bed. I checked WhatsApp and noticed she had just sent a message.

I can’t stop thinking about you, (Ansley: 11:51)

I have been thinking about you too (David: 12:03)

It was true. I had masturbated a couple of times, thinking about her, remembering what happened, and imagining things I wanted to do next.

I loved what happened after class! (Ansley: 12:04)

You made me feel so good! (Ansley:1205)

A picture arrived of her smiling, looking very cute, sitting in bed against some pillows with her head on her raised knees. She looked like she was in a sleep t-shirt. I couldn’t see what else because of the covers.

I enjoyed that very much (David: 12:06)

Then I responded to her picture with a heart emoji.

It’s making me really wet thinking about it. (Ansley: 12:07)

Another image came in. It was a close-up of her vulva, and she was indeed glistening.

That looks delicious! Have you been touching yourself? (David: 12:08)

I can’t help it! I’m so turned on!  (Ansley: 12:09)

 I love it! (David: 12:10)

I feel like you have so much to teach me. I want to learn more about submission. I want you to teach me everything, professor. (Ansley: 12:13)

I am going to teach you, Ansley. You’re a good student. I think we will both enjoy exploring together.  (David: 12:14)

My pussy is so wet, professor. I keep touching it. (Ansley: 12:14)

 Your body can give you so much pleasure. (David: 12:16)

I want you to fuck me! And I want to make you feel good too! (Ansley: 12:16)

 Mmmmm… Yes. (David: 12:17)

Can we talk on the phone right now? I want to hear your voice. I want to cum while you tell me what we are going to do next. (Ansley: 12: 19)

 I can’t do that now (David: 12:20)

I glanced at the office door and contemplated the risk of a voice call,

Why? (Ansley: 12:20)

I can’t right now. We will talk tomorrow. I don’t want you to cum tonight. (David: 12:21)

What??? OMG!!  Why not? (Ansley: 12:21)

I want you to wait. I will see you tomorrow after class. Can you wait until then? (David: 12:23)

No! (Unhappy face emoji) (Ansley: 12:23)

Wait until tomorrow. Be a good girl and I will help you cum tomorrow.  (David: 12:25)

No! I want to cum now! I’m so wet! (Ansley: 12:25)

You can wait. Tomorrow, wear a skirt and sexy black panties. (David: 12:27)

Mad face emoji (Ansley: 12:27)

There, there. You’ll be fine. Do NOT cum until I give you permission. (David: 12:29)

I hate you!! (another made emoji) (Ansley: 12:29)

Goodnight, Ansley. I’ll see you tomorrow. (David: 12:31)

The next day in class, she arrived early as usual. Dressed in a flirty short skirt, she looked slightly more made up, and instead of tennis shoes, she had on a pair of mini-boots. I looked her up and down approvingly, a slight smile on my face. She was a little shy, peeking at me from between her bangs, but smiling.

I had a flash of concern. Would the new sexual romantic connection between Ansley and me be noticed by the other students?  We had to make sure we kept it hidden. We were two consenting adults, so I didn’t feel qualms about that. There was no quid pro quo agenda, so it wasn’t a form of sexual harassment, but it was taboo, and the secrecy itself was delicious.

Another impulse came to me then, before any of the other students arrived.

“Show me your panties,” I told her.

Ansley glanced at the door with a look of hesitation, but then, under her desk, clearly in view to me, she slowly raised the hem of her skirt and spread her legs, revealing the black lace of her panties.

“Good,” I said, “Now take them off and give them to me.”

She gave me an incredulous look for a second, then reached up, raising herself slightly, and quickly pulled them down to her ankles and off one foot, then the other, balling them in her hand.

I got up then with the class sign-in sheet in hand and walked past her desk toward the door. As I passed her, she stuck them in my hand, and I crammed them in my pocket.

As I returned to my desk, I looked at her and smiled. Ansley smiled back with a little devious look and spread her legs a little. I caught a quick glimpse of her pussy before she closed them again.

At that moment, a couple of students came in. I greeted them and then launched into my usual pre-class small talk. Ansley caught on quickly and joined in the conversation as we would have done any other day. She glanced at me several times, but I could see she understood that we would play it “business as usual” around the other students. It was our little naughty secret.

After class, a couple of students came up to my desk. One asked about a grade; another had a question about an upcoming assignment. Ansley feigned interest in something on her phone as she waited for the others to finish.

“How’s your paper coming?” I asked as the last students were getting their stuff to leave.

“Good,” she answered brightly.

“What stage are you at? Still doing research, or have you started writing?” I asked her.

“I am still doing research and taking notes,” she said as the door closed behind the last student.

“Wait,” I said quietly. She smiled slightly and looked down, her face flushing.

Then we looked at each other, holding our gaze, and time slowed down. The room was suddenly so quiet. Like a moment of silence, I emptied my mind, just looking at her eyes. I felt a calm settling over me despite my arousal.

“Ok,” I said quietly, ending our quiet reverie. “Peek out the door window to make sure no students are in the hallway,” I told her, pointing. “If the hallway is empty, then lock the door and turn out the lights.”

Her obedience caused another jolt of excitement to flash through me as I watched her walk to the door, enjoying the view of her backside.

As before, when she turned to return to my desk, she wore a nervous smile, her face still flushed. It was to be expected. The sense of anticipation was working on her. Not knowing what would happen, her imagination would keep trying to fill in and give her some kind of control, but these thoughts would also increase her sexual tension and, with it, her nervousness. Erotic images flowing through her mind would cause her body to prepare for me. I knew she would be wet.

The room felt hushed; small bits of afternoon sunshine, breaking through the leaves of the trees outside, played randomly on the closed blinds, imparting a languid, natural, defused light. I felt my throat tighten at the thought of how erotically beautiful Ansley’s bare skin would look in the light. We were alone together again, in private. 

As before, she stood quietly a few feet away, waiting for me to direct her. I made her wait a few more long moments, and she lifted her gaze to meet mine.

“How do you feel right now?”

“Excited,” she said with a coy smile, “and nervous.”

“Are you wet?” I asked her.

She nodded.

“Show me,” I said. “Raise your skirt.”

She shifted her feet and started pulling up her skirt.

“Mmmm,” I sounded, “Yes. That’s it.”

I knew she felt vulnerable, so I wanted my voice tone to soothe and reassure her a little.

“Your legs look amazing,” I said softly, “Yes. Keep going. All the way up. Don’t hide anything.”

As her pussy came into view, I sucked in a breath unconsciously as I saw her labia glistening. Then her sparse triangle of dark pubic hair appeared, and she was bare below the waist.

I reached out, while she held her skirt up, and stroked her silky, pale white skin. I traced her hip and the front of her thigh. I dragged my fingertips over her mons, lightly tickling her pubic hair. I turned my hand sideways and stroked the smooth skin of her inner thigh, and I allowed the side of my hand to lightly graze her inner labia, which were just barely peeking out from between her puffy labia majora.

“Open your legs,” I said, sliding my rolling chair closer to her. “Now close your eyes and feel.”

I reached around her with my left hand and caressed her bare ass, enjoying the slender firmness of each globe. Randomly, I decided to kiss her sweet skin, and I leaned in to plant a wet kiss above her pubic hair. With my face close to her body, I used my right hand to caress her outer labia, massaging them with my fingertips.

“Your body is exquisite, Ansley,” I said, “I like touching you like this.”

As I said this, I looked up to her face and lightly stroked the edge of her inner labia. I dipped my finger just inside her to coat my fingertip with her slippery nectar and slid it up and around her clit.

She sucked in a big breath as my finger grazed the side of her clit hood. 

As my fingertips ever so lightly stroked her slippery labia minora, I leaned forward and kissed her tummy, her mons, and then lower near the top of her sex. With my left hand palming her ass, I slid my tongue sideways along the length of her clit shaft to just above her clit. I slowly pushed two fingers of my right hand into her, eliciting a gasp, and curled my fingers up inside her heated, wet cunt. She thrust her hips forward, sucking in another breath.

I kissed her clit hood and gently sucked it between as I slowly slid my two fingers back and forth inside her.

“Aahhhhhh!” Her trembling voice had a higher pitch to it. I could feel the tension in her PC muscle clamping on my fingers, and I pushed a third finger in, stretching her.

I alternated the suction on her clit, with side-to-side licking over her clit hood while I increased the stroking pressure of my fingers over her crinkled g-spot.

“Ooooh fuck!” she whimpered. Her knees seemed to buckle a little, and I used my grip on her ass and fingers in her cunt to help hold her up. She grabbed onto my shoulders to steady herself, letting go of her skirt, which fell partly over my head. Rather than letting up, I got more forceful with my finger-fuck, using my arm to move my hand so that it would hit her G-spot while also stretching her vaginal opening.

“Aaaaahhh! Aaaahhhh!” she moaned, her body rocking as my hand started making wet squishy sounds.

“Don’t cum!” I ordered her in a stern voice, no longer sucking and licking her clit.

“But you, aahhh, said,” she complained, almost wailing, a little desperation entering her voice.

“You will,” I explained, “When I say.” I looked up at her face and noticed that her eyes were still closed obediently.

She responded with a whimper and a grimace. Her chest heaved with her ragged breathing.

I withdrew my hand, now soaked with her slippery arousal fluid. I covered her entire vulva with my hand and gripped her cunt lightly.

She whimpered again under the pressure.

I released her, lifting my hand, then brought it back, giving her a light slap over her vulva.

She gasped, jerking her hips.

“AAAAhhh!” she cried as a second slap landed and a third, “Aaaahh!”

I paused and then stood up.  Taking her face gently in my hands, I tilted my head down and kissed her.

She turned and molded her body into mine, her mouth opening to receive me and kiss back hungrily. I could feel the tension alive through her trembling frame. I had brought her right to the edge of a cum, and I knew she was aching inside.

I paused the kiss, pulling back to see her expression better.

“You can open your eyes now,” I said, and she looked up at me. I read her need and desperation in her face.

“I want you to fuck me,” she whispered, her voice almost cracking. I kissed her again.

“I will,” I said, “But not yet, and not here.”

“Whaaat?” she said, her voice pleading.

“Don’t worry, you will cum,” I reassured her, “and I will give you my cum. But there is something we must do first.”

She made a sort of whimpering, whining sound, smiling a little.

“Turn around,” I ordered her, my voice quiet but firm, “Bend over and put your hands on the table.” I moved so that I was standing on her left side, and I flipped up her skirt again, baring her ass.

“Arch your back,” I said, “It’s time for your spanking.”

“Why?” she said, looking back at me, “I’ve been good. I waited like you said.”

“It is not for punishment,” I answered, “It is for pleasure. It will be a new kind of pleasure for you, mixed with pain. It will sting at first, but then feel better. The pain that you feel will help you focus, but it will not be overwhelming.

“Okay,” she responded, but her tone was slightly uncertain.

“Submission starts with your surrender,” I went on, “and submission is by your consent. You can make it stop at any time. By doing this, you are surrendering to me, trusting me with your body, and trusting that I will not overdo it.”

“I see,” she said, looking ahead, “ok.”

“Ansley,” I asked solemnly, “Do you trust me?”

“Yes,” she replied quietly.

“Okay then,” I said, “I have a way I want to do this. It’s like a little ritual. I am going to spank you ten times. After each spank, I want you to say the number, starting with one, and then say, ‘Thank you, Sir.’ Do you understand?”

“Yes,” she replied.

I reached across her body to hold her right hip with my left hand, and stroked her hips and ass with my right. These were light caresses over her entire bottom to sensitize her skin and increase her anticipation.

When I lifted my hand, she flinched a little, bracing herself, so I went back to caressing her.

The second time I lifted my hand, she didn’t move, and I spanked her. My blow was low on her ass, near where her leg began, and just to the side of her vulva.

The sound was loud in the quiet room, and it jolted her forward a little bit. She winced but quickly reestablished her stance.

“One,” she said after a pause, remembering, “Thank you, Sir.”

SMACK! Without hesitation, I spanked the other cheek.

“Two,” she said a little sooner, “Thank you, Sir.”

I used a very light caressing touch to stroke her buttocks, first one, then the other.

“You’re doing well,” I said with an encouraging tone. My caresses then went down to her sex, and I rubbed each of her labia majora lightly and then more firmly.

SMACK! Just a tiny bit harder.

“Three,” she said, “Thank you, Sir.”

SMACK! As before, I paused after she counted and thanked me, and then I caressed her ass and used my fingers to rub her vulva. This time, I allowed my fingers to slide into her. I noticed she was becoming wet again, and I drew out her slippery fluid and painted her labia and clit.

We continued this cycle until she had all ten spankings, and I had given her ass a final soothing caress.

After I finished, I sat back in my chair and pulled her back onto my lap. She was turned sideways across my lap so I could see her face.

“There…,” I said softly in her ear, “That wasn’t so bad, was it?” She looked at me, and I was struck by the beauty of her eyes and the purity of her expression.

“No,” she said thoughtfully, pausing, “I liked it actually.” I smiled at the brightness in her expression.

“Go on,” I said softly, “Tell me more.”

“Well… I liked you being in charge of my body,” she continued, “I could relax into that. I felt safe and yet also naughty letting you do that,” her face animated as she explained. “The sting was better than I thought it would be. My butt felt warm and tingly after, and I could feel my pussy lips opening and getting wetter.”

“And,” she continued, touching one of my upper arms and smiling at me, “I could feel how strong you are. That really turned me on. I felt vibrations going all through my body, but especially in my pussy.”

I felt a rush of affection and tenderness toward her. The craving to be inside her invaded me as well, but instead, I reached for her face and stroked her cheek, brushing her hair behind her ear. Then we kissed.

As our kiss deepened, I slid one hand along the inside of her thighs, which she parted enough to allow me to reach her pussy. Her slippery nectar had spread over her entire vulva during the spanking and touching, and her darker pink inner labia had swollen prominently, glistening. With no hesitation or teasing this time, I deftly dipped fingers into her and slid a firm thumb up to the bulge of her clit hood, pushing it up, rubbing around her erect pearl.

“Aaaaahhh!” she gasped loudly, breaking our kiss and grabbing my arm.

My fingers found a slow rhythm, and I could feel her excitement coursing through her body in my arms.

“Please,” she begged in a hoarse, breathless whisper when we broke our kiss.

Smiling at her request, I brought my wet fingers up to her mouth. She opened her mouth and licked my finger, then sucked as I inserted two fingers.

I dipped another finger into her, sliding it easily further up inside. I felt her clamping on my fingers as they curled up to push against her G-spot.

“Yes,” I told her, “Clench on my fingers. Try to hold them. Yes. That’s it.”

“Ahhhh… Aaaahhhh!” she cried as her hips tried to thrust against my hand.

I pulled my fingers out again, lifted them between us, then slowly slid them under my nose, then into my mouth, making a show of tasting and sucking on them.

“Mmmmm,” I whispered, “So delicious… I’m salivating, and I want more.”

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