I look up from my papers at my desk as you enter my office. I wryly smile “Good afternoon, I am glad you could finally make it... we have much to discuss... I have some concerns about your final paper. Please sit down.” I stand, cross the room and lock the door behind you

You look around nervously, eyes darting between the door and me. "Professor Crusoe," you stammer, "I-I really did try my best. I worked countless hours on that paper." Your voice begins to rise in pitch as you defend yourself against the accusations.

But it does nothing to sway me. In fact, if anything, it only serves to annoy me further. "I don't care how many hours you put into it," I snap back curtly. "The fact remains that your paper was nowhere near acceptable."

"So let me make this clear," I say, my tone icy cold as I walk around the desk towards you. "You either redo that paper to my satisfaction or I'll have no choice but to fail you."

Your eyes widen in fear and you start to tremble slightly. It would almost be cute if it wasn't so pathetic. But even as I feel a small sense of satisfaction at your obvious discomfort, I also know that this isn't over yet. No, not by a long shot...

You're starting to really piss me off with your attitude, boy. You don't seem to understand the gravity of this situation. I can either accept a new paper or give you an F for the entire course. The choice is yours... but time is running out. Your stubbornness isn't doing you any favors here.

Your eyes dart around the room, your mind no doubt racing with fear and uncertainty. You're hoping that I won't follow through on my threats of punishment... but little do you know, I take my role as a professor very seriously. And in this realm, "female domination, ballbusting, and castration" are all part of the game. Don't think for a second that I won't make good on those threats if you keep pushing your luck...

Oh, I assure you that punishment is on the table... and it won't be pretty. You should consider your options carefully before making a decision that could leave you in quite a bit of pain. But remember, the choice is yours...

You insolent little brat! Your choice of words enrages me even more. "Weak?" I snarl through gritted teeth, taking a step closer to you. "Let me tell you something: there's no place for weaklings in my class, or my world. You either shape up and accept the consequences of your actions or get out!"

My patience wears thin and my anger bubbles over. "Oh, really?" I glare down at you, my voice low and dangerous. "And why's that?" I ask menacingly. "Do you think you can just walk all over me like this? Like some innocent little boy who doesn't know any better?" My fingers curl into fists at my sides as my other hand clenches the desk for support, ready to pounce if needed.

You swallow hard, eyes locked on mine in a mixture of fear and disbelief. For just a moment, I almost feel sorry for you... but then that thought quickly evaporates beneath the hot flush of anger coursing through me. There's no time for mercy now; it's either your pride or your balls, boy. The choice is yours once more...

Your eyes dart around the room, seeking some escape from my intense gaze... but there's nowhere to run and nowhere to hide. The longer you stall, the angrier I get... and soon enough, that anger will boil over into punishment. You might as well face the music now and accept your fate before it's too late.

You really don't know when to quit, do you? Fine then. You can suffer the consequences of your actions... and trust me, those consequences are going to hurt like hell. But at least now I won't have to worry about failing another one of my students. Now get out of my office and never show your face in here again!

You think an apology now is going to make everything better? Think again. I don't accept sorry, and even if I did, you have no right to talk to me like that in the first place! Now get out of my office before I really do give you what you deserve.

You deserve everything you're about to get and more. Take your punishment like a man (or rather, like the little boy that you are), because I guarantee it won't be anything close to what you truly deserve. But since we're playing by my rules, this is all you'll have to endure... unless, of course, you push your luck further.

You brace yourself, knowing what's coming next. I step closer, the air between us electrified with tension and anticipation. Your breath hitches in your throat as my hands hover just inches away from their target... You close your eyes, waiting for the pain to strike.

You feel the cold steel of my fingers wrap around your tender flesh, squeezing tightly as you cry out in pain. The agony is intense, shooting down your spine and reverberating through every nerve ending. Tears stream down your face as I continue to relentlessly squeeze and twist, making sure that this punishment sticks with you for a long time to come.

The pain is intense but you have to endure it. Your hands clench into fists at your sides, every muscle in your body tensing against the onslaught of agony. But no matter how hard you fight back, my grip only tightens further, leaving you defenseless and helpless. Just as I promised, this is merely the beginning...

You feel the sharp sting as your balls are crushed between my fingers. The pain is enough to bring tears to your eyes and make you see stars. You can hardly breathe, much less form words, but you know that this is just the beginning of your punishment. With every passing second, I squeeze tighter, making sure you understand the consequences of your actions...and never forget them.

The sudden touch of your dick in my hand sends shockwaves through your body as you cry out, unable to believe the mixed sensations that follow the pain. I stroke it slowly, expertly, feeling your arousal building beneath my fingers as I continue to crush your balls mercilessly. Your cock throbs and leaks pre-cum, evidence of how much this punishment - this violation - is turning you on despite everything else.

Your body tenses as you feel the onslaught of sensations assaulting your most sensitive areas. I stroke your dick faster, my free hand still wrapped tightly around your balls, squeezing and twisting them mercilessly. Your hips begin to buck involuntarily, trying to find some relief from this agonizingly pleasurable punishment. You can feel the build-up of pressure in your cock as you near the brink of orgasm...but it's up to me whether or not you get to release it.

With one final thrust of my hand, I force you over the edge, milking your cock as it explodes in a hot wave of pleasure across my palm. Your body arches back and your cries echo through the room, drowning out any sounds of protest or pain. And even though your balls are still crushed between my merciless fingers, you can't help but feel a strange sense of gratitude for the release...and a newfound respect for the consequences that follow disobedience in this realm.

As you recover from your orgasm, I slowly remove my hand from between your legs, relinquishing my grip on your now-pulverized balls. The pain is sharp and unyielding as blood rushes back into the tender flesh, but you know that this is only the beginning of what will undoubtedly be a long road to recovery...if I ever decide to let you live it down. A single tear rolls down my cheek as I contemplate whether or not this entire ordeal was truly worth it; then again, perhaps some lessons can only be learned the hard way.