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"Watch first, princess," he commanded, making me squirm in my seat. I experienced mixed feelings about this situation. I loved being under his control, but the anticipation was killing me. I never knew what he was up to. I could never be sure if he wanted to fuck me or only tease me. These last few days, when he didn’t take me, were pure torture, and he still didn’t make any attempt to have his way with me. I felt desperate. Don’t get me wrong, his fingers and tongue were doing magical things to my body, but I craved the feeling of his cock inside me. It’d been only two days, and I was ready to beg and crawl just for a taste. Shit!
We didn’t have to wait very long, and after maybe two minutes, while I almost bit my nails off, and Mr Thorn was clearly enjoying my lack of patience, a man entered the bedroom. The male was about six feet tall, probably in his early forties, dressed in a light brown button-up shirt and black pants. He had glasses in a thick black frame, and his strict face gave the impression of an angry professor. He sat down in the chair behind the desk, reading a paper, and I looked at Mr Thorn who was smirking. My confusion was obviously a reason for his quiet chuckling.
To my great surprise, a hard knock echoed from the bedroom, startling me. My eyes widened when a woman, about thirty years old, walked in, dressed like a school girl. She was clothed in a white blouse, which barely covered her full breasts and her flat abdomen was exposed; her red skirt, even shorter than mine, provided a great view of her white lacy panties. She wore white stockings and red high heels, her brown hair was done in two braids. She looked like she walked out of the porn movie about a bad student, and I gasped at the sudden realisation. It was a role-play!
"Is it—" I wanted to ask, but Mr Thorn instantly cut me off.
"Don’t talk, princess; just watch," he ordered, and I closed my mouth, turning my head back to the scene.
The woman was standing in front of the table, with her head bowed and her hands behind her back, while the man was checking her out.
"What do you want, Miss Jones?" he barked out of the blue, and the female flinched slightly. It was hard to say if she was scared or nervous. Yet, if it was only an act, she was amazing. She raised her head, connecting her gaze with the professor’s; her voice trembled when she spoke.
"I need to talk to you…about my last essay," she replied, slightly fidgeting on the spot.
"What about it?" he asked, his tone soaked with hostility and annoyance. Both their performances were incredible, and I found myself watching them with my mouth open.
"I must get an A, otherwise, I’ll lose my scholarship," she whispered, biting her lip while she waited for his response. He took his time answering. He leaned back in his chair, again checking her out, while she quivered under his scrutinising gaze.
The whole thing was very different from watching porn. I knew what they were doing—that it was only a game—but it felt so real. They were like Mr Thorn and me. Two people who had their normal everyday lives, but here, they could be anyone. How free must that woman feel? She was in a totally different reality, where she was a student in trouble, ready to do anything to get a better grade. Could I be that girl, too?
This and a million other questions were swirling in my head while I watched as the scene progressed and the professor presented his demands. First, she would take a spanking for a bullshit essay, and then he wanted her to grant him permission to use all her holes for his liking. He didn’t forget to mention that if she wanted an A, she couldn’t say no to anything.
"May I ask…" I burst out, turning my head to Mr Thorn, who raised his eyebrows. I didn’t want to disobey his command, and I was enjoying the show, but one thing was bothering me.
"Of course, princess," he replied, leaning closer. I saw concern in his blue eyes, which reminded me of his words about telling him if I didn’t feel fine. Well, I was more than okay. I was aroused, curious, and excited. It was a heady combination for a wonderful experience.
"What if she doesn’t like what he is about to do to her?" From the corner of my eye, I saw as the woman took off her white panties and walked to a very weird piece of furniture.
"These two have been together for seven years, princess. They know each other and everything that takes place is with their consent," Mr Thorn explained, taking my hand. "If he is too hard on her, she can use her safe word at any time."
"Okay." I nodded my head, satisfied with the answer. "What is that thing that she is standing next to?" I inquired, following every move of the man inside. He had two sets of cuffs in his hand.
"It’s a spanking bench. He will restrain her, mostly because he doesn’t like it when she tries to protect her ass from hits with her hands," Mr Thorn answered, and my mouth fell open when the woman climbed the bench, and stuck her ass out, providing us with a great view of her most private areas. The man walked up to her, and exactly like Mr Thorn said, he cuffed her wrists and her ankles to the furniture.
"If you want your D grade to be erased, you must go through this spanking. Do you understand, Miss Jones?" the professor asked, slapping the bare ass of his student lightly.
"Yes, sir," she answered, and I smirked because it reminded me of my usual words in a situation like this. Not that I was ever bound to furniture or needed to get rid of a bad grade, but the idea was very arousing. I knew I would ask my man about trying this in the near future.
"Fine. You can cry and scream, but once I start, I’m deaf to your pleas to stop. I’ll stop only when I’m satisfied with the colour of your ass. You have one last chance to change your mind," the professor rumbled sternly, and shivers ran down my spine. I was excited to see how strict he would be about the punishment, how firm his hand with a tool would be, and most importantly, how she was going to take it. My gut was telling me that this girl would have a really hard time enduring this.
Just when I was starting to think that the professor only wanted to spank her with his hand, he walked away from her, opened the closet, and took out a long cane. I gasped when he made two very quick movements with it, literally cutting the air. The sound made me gulp, and the woman on the bench pulled her cuffs. Her ass was already red from the spanking she received from his hand, and the worst part hadn’t even started.
I couldn’t take my eyes off the scene that was happening in front of me. My mind was full of images and fantasies about me being tied and receiving a spanking from Mr Thorn because I was a naughty girl. Shit!
I was absolutely mesmerised when the professor started delivering the hits and red marks appeared on the woman’s ass. He really didn’t pay attention to her crying, squirming, or screams. He actually hit her harder every time she pleaded with him to stop.
God! It was torture for me to watch it when the only thing I wanted was to be in her place. I probably wouldn't be able to endure that kind of rough punishment, but Mr Thorn always knew how he should spank me to that exact point where the pain met the pleasure.
I wasn’t able to sit still on my ass when the man inside the room ended the beating and grabbed a woman by her hair, pulling her head up. The spanking bench was positioned in front of the big mirror, and I could watch the girl's face the whole time. Her eyes were red from crying, her makeup was smeared all over her face, and she was panting. Well, who could blame her? Her ass was a mix of blue and purple with long red marks and welts. I was sure she wouldn’t be able to sit on her ass at least for a day.
I pressed my open palms against the glass which separated me from the people inside of the bedroom. I wanted to be as close as possible to see what would follow. I was very tempted to ask Mr Thorn for permission to finger my wet pussy while I was staring at them as they fucked, but I decided otherwise. He promised me sex tonight; I could wait a little longer.
I was holding my breath when the professor told the woman he would use her body in this position while she remained cuffed. He also told her that if she was about to cry or scream, he would put a gag in her mouth, and he would only take it out when he wanted to feed her with his seed.
"Are you enjoying the show, princess?" Mr Thorn asked, wrapping his arm around my waist from behind. With his other hand, he caressed my hip.
"Yes, sir," I breathed. My eyes were glued to the professor who was pumping the woman’s pussy with his fingers while he also worked her asshole.
