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Keeping my eyes on him, I stood upright, inches from him. His eyes stayed locked on mine until he broke first, dropping his eyes to the fly of my pants. His tongue innocently ran along the bottom of his lip, and I felt the air charging between us. I rounded the desk to take a seat behind it and out of Justin’s reach, for both of our sakes.
I needed to regroup and gather myself.
“We need to continue this conversation later. I have to prepare for a department meeting I’m having this afternoon. What is your schedule today?” I asked him as I opened my phone to look at my calendar.
“I have a class in an hour.”
“Go to class and come back to my office afterward. We’ll finish our discussion then.”
“Yes, sir. I’m sorry, Professor Grant.” Justin stood and walked stiffly to the door, carrying his backpack. I tried not to allow my eyes to look at his jeans-clad ass but failed miserably.
He closed my office door as he walked out, leaving me to suffer with my own depraved thoughts that had only intensified since seeing his tongue. Justin Andris could be just as dangerous for me as I was for him.
After hearing his explanation, I decided that I wasn’t going to report him. I leaned back in the chair and stared out the window to think. I had an hour to come up with a proper punishment for him. I considered both his reasoning for cheating and his family. Money was an issue along with time. He mentioned spending less time working while earning more money was the main allure to the internship.
I got up and locked my office door because I felt an urgent need to jack off. I cued up the video, undid my pants, and pulled out my stiff cock. I worked myself up while staring at the video and pulled the tissue box closer. Though the video played on, I closed my eyes and pictured Justin sucking my cock after receiving his spanking with a fistful of his hair in my hand. I grabbed a few tissues and shot my load into them before tossing them into the trash.
Now that my urge was momentarily sated, I began to work on a “punishment” for Justin. Since he wouldn’t be eligible for the internship, he’d have to work on campus part-time to help his family. I could pay him to be my assistant. Most of the professors had both paid assistants and volunteer assistants. Paying him to assist with class prep and lab prep wouldn’t be outside the norm. I could pay him more than the internship and only require two hours a day from him. Seeing Justin two hours a day outside of class would do … for now.
Justin arrived again immediately following his class. He still looked just as nervous as he sat across from my desk.
“I like you, Justin, and I don’t want to see you lose out on your education for the mistake you made.”
“Thank you, Professor Grant.”
“But you will be punished.”
“I understand.”
“But I also have an offer for you.” He cocked his head to the side slightly, waiting for the offer. “You’re not eligible for the internship since you cheated. Given your situation, I understand how appealing twenty dollars an hour for ten to fifteen hours a week is. You mentioned you’d have to work at least twenty to twenty-five hours a week on campus at minimum wage. Time is precious for your family, and I want to help you out. So here’s my offer … I’ll pay you twenty-five dollars an hour to be my personal assistant for ten hours a week. That’s two hours a day, Monday through Friday. You’ll assist me with material and lab prep.”
Justin blinked a few times, digesting the offer.
“Is that my punishment?”
“We can call it that.” I shrugged and smiled at him. “After all, you’ll be spending two whole extra hours with me each day. You might find me to be agonizing,” I teased. I pushed from my mind the quick visual I had of him moaning and crying out as my thick cock impaled him.
“Yes, I will gladly accept my punishment.” Justin smiled and shook his head at the gem of an offer I’d made him. When he spoke again, though, it was like pouring gas on a fire. “I wasn’t prepared for that.” He laughed. “I was thinking you were going to cane me or something.” All I could muster was a smile while my mind raced. “I don’t know if it’s called caning here, but the same as being spanked.”
The Devil knew I’d take Justin over my knee in a heartbeat. I decided to push this conversation a little further.
“The term caning is used here, though it involves being spanked with an actual cane. Spanking is more prevalent here and typically involves a hand.” Justin nodded and his cheeks turned bright red. “Have you ever been spanked or caned, Justin?”
“Back home in school, I was caned. They didn’t spank but used a cane instead.”
I nodded, wondering where he was from. Hell would break loose here if news broke that public schools were caning students. Justin kept fanning the fire.
“If you had told me you were going to cane me for cheating, I would have accepted that.”
“What about being spanked?” All I could picture was him over my knee. I couldn’t imagine hurting him with a cane.
“Yes, of course. I did something wrong and should be punished.”
It took every ounce of strength for me to stay in my chair. I could have very easily manipulated this situation, especially since he already told me he’d accept being spanked for cheating. It was clear to me that Justin was familiar with being physically punished in a school setting. He wouldn’t find being spanked to be weird or outside acceptable behavior.
“I will keep that in mind, Justin,” I forced myself to say.
He nodded and smiled at me again. Justin seemed happy and relieved, which made me feel good about the situation. I didn’t expect he’d ever cheat again. He knew he was in the wrong and he could lose his chance to get a degree.
