“I’ll reduce it to six lashes if you agree to let me have your pussy.”
Her shaking increased, making my cock leak into my pants.
“L-let you have it?”
“Yes, think of it in contract terms. I have offered consideration – fewer lashes – in exchange for ownership of your pussy. Of course, as with all items of commerce, your pussy will become my property and I can exercise dominion and control over it whenever I see fit. Or, you can get the thirty-two lashes and I will, no doubt, still fuck you before you leave this room.”
She bucked slightly. “You’ll never get away with this.”
I ran a finger down her cheeks until I came to her asshole. I stroked the tight, wrinkled skin and almost came from knowing how snug she was there. “I will. My family’s money built this law school. I’m a tenured professor. You’re just some piece of ass who never attends classes and, rumor has it – well, rumor will have it once I get it started, anyway – that you have a penchant for hard drugs and prostitution.”
She struggled. God, I loved it. Her ass wriggled against me and it was all I could do not to sink my finger inside her ass and my cock inside her pussy. But I was going to be fair and abide by my rules. Patience. After a few moments of thrashing that got her nowhere, she settled down.
“So what’s it going to be Ms. Finnegan? All the lashes? Or will you take the deal?”
She stilled beneath me, the fight gone once she realized nothing would keep me from her. She was mine. I would own her in one way or another. Now she knew it.
“The deal.” Her words were quiet.
I was high on power at her agreement. I gripped her ass with both hands, letting her feel the leather of the belt in my palm against her smooth skin. “I was hoping you’d say that.”
I took a step back from her and freed my cock. She swiveled her head to the side so she could see me again. Her red lips begged for my shaft, and she would have it. It may not have been part of the deal, but I was going to make her throw it in.
I stroked myself with one hand and readied the belt in the other. I had to go slowly. I wouldn’t risk letting my spend go anywhere but inside her delicious body. “Not a word, Ms. Finnegan. For every sound you make, I’ll add a lash. Understand?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Yes, what, Ms. Finnegan?”
“Yes, professor.”
“Good. If I have to tell you again, it will add a lash.”
She squeezed her eyes shut.
“No, Ms. Finnegan. Eyes open, always. Always watch what I’m doing to you.”
She whimpered and obeyed, her green orbs surveying me as I loosened up my wrist. My cock surged in my palm as I stroked it, ready to enjoy its prize. Not yet, not yet. First, she had to be corrected. Then I could reward her.
I reared back and swung. The belt cracked across her with a satisfying slap. She jumped but remained silent. Her green eyes focused on me, fear and anger warring in her gaze. Fuck, it turned me on even more.
Slap. I gave her the leather again. Her fingers gripped the smooth fabric of my tie. I continued to stroke myself at the sight of her, letting my pre-cum drip down onto the classroom floor. Slap. I put a little extra heat on the third one, hoping she’d cry out. She didn’t. She was tougher than she seemed.
Her ass was already turning the perfect shade of pink, my lashes branding her as mine. Another lash had her breathing out hard, but no true sound came from her lips. Those eyes watched me intently, even as I delivered the next to last strike.
“One more, Ms. Finnegan. Though, I admit, I want you to make a sound so I can add to your punishment. Your ass needs more strokes. Many, many more to get you in line.”
She tilted her chin up in defiance as I swung for the last time. Not a sound. Her silence, though I’d demanded it, was maddening. But I knew how to make her scream. I dropped the belt and got on my knees. Her ass was directly in front of my face, with her pink peeking out below. I was maddened by the sight of her plump pussy so close.
I gripped her thighs and spread them. She stiffened, but I didn’t stop. I walked her heels out so she was spread in front of me. Her pussy was glistening.
I ran a hand over my face. She was so wet.
“You enjoyed the lashes, didn’t you, you little slut?” I asked.
“No, professor.”
“You didn’t?” I darted my tongue along the folds of her pussy. They were coated with her own cream.