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“I feel guilty about this.” He gestured around my office and returned his hands to his pockets. “I feel guilty about cheating on the exam and still landing a better paying job than I would have if I had earned the internship.”
Thank fuck he didn’t say he was feeling guilty about our random flirtatious comments.
“Sometimes things happen for a reason. Things pass us up, even if we want them badly. It doesn’t mean we’re unworthy of having something good; it means the timing wasn’t right. But not getting what we want often puts us on a path for something better. I’m glad you’re my assistant.”
Justin smiled and looked at me.
“I’m glad I am too, Professor.”
His eyes dropped down my body to my crotch. My legs were naturally parted as I sat on my desk. I could feel my cock pressing against the fabric of my pants, so I was certain Justin could see the bulge.
“I also feel guilty about wanting things, Professor.” Justin’s eyes lingered for another moment on my crotch before he looked into my eyes again. His statement told me all I needed to know about what his thoughts were regarding our relationship. Or, at least, in its very basic form.
“What kind of things, Justin?”
“Things that I probably shouldn’t want.”
“Why?”
He shrugged and looked away. I wasn’t going to push him too much because it was clear he was struggling internally with a lot of things. If I applied too much pressure, he would retreat. This needed to be delicately nurtured. His next words caused my heart to skip a beat and my cock to swell.
“I should be punished for cheating on the test … and wanting things.” His eyes settled on mine again. “We talked about being caned and spanked when you caught me for cheating. I think that would be appropriate, because working alongside you hasn’t been a punishment. I enjoy it.”
“You might enjoy being spanked too.”
Justin shrugged again.
“I’ll spank you,” I said as I stood. “But I’m only spanking you for cheating on the exam. I’m not punishing you for wanting things.” I wanted him to understand what he was being spanked for. I didn’t want him to think, or worry, that what he wanted was wrong. “Do you understand, Justin?”
“Yes, I understand.”
“Make sure the door is locked,” I told him.
I went to the window and closed the blinds. I took the wooden chair he usually sat in and brought it to the center of my office. It didn’t have armrests and would be ideal for what we were about to do. I sat and looked at Justin. The hazel of his eyes was gone and in its place were dark discs. I could tell he was already aroused because his eyes were dilated.
“Undo your pants. Lie across my lap in your underwear,” I instructed.
He unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans and pushed them down to his ankles. Before he laid across my lap, I stared at his erection that was pushing against his gray boxer briefs. A dark, damp spot was visible under the waistband and toward the left. I looked up at him and smiled. His face was bright red.
“Nothing to feel ashamed about. This is a good thing, Justin.”
“It is?”
“It is.”
I gestured for him to lie across my lap and tried to ignore my erection. I rubbed my hand over the ass of his boxer briefs before I dipped my fingers beneath the waistband and tugged them down below his ass cheeks. The sight of Justin’s porcelain skin made my heart pound even harder. His bare ass was across my lap … in my office.
The moment my bare hand touched the flesh of his ass, I knew for certain that I was going to hell. I alternated slapping his ass cheeks. The sound of my hand connecting with his flesh echoed in the room and was followed by his low grunts. It was a grunt that I imagined I’d hear if I were fucking him from behind. It was heady and sexy, and I could keep going if Justin’s body didn’t tense suddenly. His ass was beet red. It was enough.
“Justin,” I whispered as he slowly slid from my lap to the floor between my legs.
His eyes still pleaded with me. I leaned forward, gripped his upper arms, and pulled him up off his heels so our foreheads touched. I couldn’t resist him anymore. Enough was enough.
“Every time you walk into this office, my class, or my lab, you test my strength and my morals,” I whispered against his lips. “And I’m so tired of fighting it daily.”
I closed my eyes and pressed my lips against his, tasting the forbidden fruit. And just as I’d thought, once I’d had a small taste of him, I wanted more. Justin’s tongue was assertive and only encouraged me to continue. I could feel the emotions pouring out of him as we kissed.
“Is this something you wanted?” I asked the second our lips broke apart.
