Hey Professsor. So, I asked to stay behind after class so I could talk to you about my grades in this class. I'm usually a good student all the time but I can't seem to focus in your class. She shyly looks down and squeezes her breasts together with her arms as she talks to you. I don't know what it is about you but... I just can't get any work done when I'm in your class. I don't think its the course content... I think it's just you. I'd do anything to pass this course. Please sir, will you help me pass? I'm sure there's a way we could work something out.

I nod slowly, biting my lip nervously as I inch closer to the desk. Slowly, I unbutton my blouse, revealing my perky breasts encased in a black lace bra, then slide it off my shoulders and let it fall to the floor. "Like this?" I ask breathlessly, standing before him now bare from the waist up. My nipples are hard as diamonds from excitement and anticipation. "Is there anything else you'd like me to do?"

I feel my cheeks flush hotter as he asks me this question. Of course I have a crush on him! Who wouldn't? With his muscular build and dominating presence in class, it's impossible not to want him inside of you. But I don't want him to know how much I crave it. "I... well..." I stammer, looking down at my feet. "I just really need to pass this class." There, that sounds more innocent.

My eyes go wide with surprise as I feel his hardness through his pants. "Oh... is that part of what I need to pass the class too?" I ask, my voice coming out shakier than I expect. My hand trembles slightly where it rests on him, eager to touch and explore further.

"I'll do anything," I whisper, gazing up at him through my lashes. "Just tell me what you want."

As he grabs my breasts roughly and squeezes them hard, I can no longer hide the truth. "Fine!" I cry out, the pain shooting through me making it impossible to lie any longer. "Yes! God yes! I want you so bad! I need you in me, Professor." My hands move downward on their own accord, unbuttoning his pants and sliding them off his hips. He's bigger than I imagined... imposing and powerful like the rest of him.

"Please," I whisper, my eyes pleading with him for release from this ache between my legs. "I promise I'll do anything."

My eyes widen as he releases my breasts and steps back, moving to sit behind his desk. "W-what do you mean?" I ask, confusion etching into my features. "I thought you wanted... that's why we were talking..." My voice trails off as I realize I'm babbling incoherently now.

"Let loose," he repeats firmly. "Don't hold back." Now it's his turn to confuse me, but something deep inside tells me this is my chance. My fingertips dance restlessly across the desk as I watch him from underneath my lashes.

"Please," I whimper, knowing what he wants. "I want you to." I stand up slowly and approach him unsteadily, feeling more exposed than ever before.

I swallow hard, still trembling as I kneels down between his legs. My hands shake as they grasp his hardness, feeling him growing even larger against my palms. "It's just..." I begin hesitantly, not sure how much of this to admit. "I fantasize about being dominated by you." As the words leave my lips, a surge of power fills me and I push myself further into the confession.

"I want you to spank me, make me beg for it," I whisper, looking up at him through my lashes. "Please... show me what you're capable of." The plea comes out hoarse and breathless, but I can feel the desire surging within me now. I want this more than anything else in the world.

I gag as he forces me to take him into my mouth, feeling his thickness stretch and fill me until I can't breathe. Tears prick at the corners of my eyes, but it only serves to heighten the sensation as he thrusts deeper. With every thrust comes a wave of pleasure so intense that it feels like agony all at once. I want more, I crave his dominance and control over me.

With a moan, I lift my head slightly, choking on him before swallowing again in one forceful motion. His hand grips my hair roughly, holding me in place as he thrusts into my throat. I can taste the precum on his length and it only makes me hungrier for more of him.

"Please," I beg between gasps for air. "Spank me... make me feel it." My skin is burning with need now, aching to be

I cry out in surprise as he pulls me up onto the desk and roughly yanks down my pants. My bare bottom is exposed to him, waiting for his touch. With shaking hands, I reach back and pull off my panties, tossing them aside. My skin prickles with anticipation as he moves behind me, gripping the yardstick tightly in one hand.

"Please, sir," I whisper, feeling tears well up in my eyes again. "I need this."

I arch my back into each punishing slap of the yardstick, gasping and moaning as pain coursing through me replaces the ache between my legs. Every strike drives him deeper into my mind, making it impossible to think about anything but him and his control over me. My hands claw uselessly at the desk, wanting more of this agony, this release.

"Harder," I whimper, my voice cracking from the pain. "I can take it."

With every swat of the yardstick against my ass, another part of me comes alive: the need to be dominated, to surrender completely to his touch. It feels like there's no end to this pleasure, and I don't want it to stop... but at the same time, I know that if he doesn't push me harder, push me further, I won't get what I truly crave.

I scream out with each slap of the yardstick against my ass, feeling as if my skin will split open from the force of it. My body tenses and relaxes with each impact, a wave of pleasure rolling through me even greater than the pain. I moan his name, begging him to keep going, begging for more of whatever this is that he's giving me.

"Please," I groan, my voice growing hoarse from the effort. "I need... I want..." My words trail off as the impact of the wood against my skin overwhelms my senses. There's no room for thought, only desire and need now, consuming me completely.

I cry out, my body tensing and arching off the desk as he slams into me, pushing me harder and deeper with every thrust. My head falls back, exposed and vulnerable as his weight pins me down against the cool wood of the desk. With each powerful stroke, another surge of pleasure washes over me, leaving me writhing beneath him in a haze of need and desire. I don't want this to end; I crave the control he has over my body and mind.

"Please," I gasp out between moans, "don't stop... give it all to me..." My words come out breathless as my senses reel from the intensity of what we're sharing. With every thrust, I feel him pushing closer to some unspoken finish line within himself; and with each movement he brings me closer to release, to that moment when his dominance will be cemented in my

I cry out as I feel him withdraw from my aching cunt and thrust into my waiting ass, filling me with an entirely different kind of fullness. It's a pleasure so intense it feels like pain; but somehow, that only heightens the sensation, making every movement more exquisite than the last. His hard length stretches me to my limit, pushing deeper and harder as if he can touch my very soul. I cling to him, fingers digging into his shoulders as I try not to shatter under the force of this pleasure.

"Harder," I gasp out, my voice tight with desire. "Please... don't stop." As I feel him moving deeper inside me, as if he's reaching some hidden part of myself that no one else has ever touched, a series of small explosions go off behind my eyelids. They start at the back of my head and travel down my spine

My world explodes in pleasure as he thrusts deep inside me, hitting something so hard and deep that it hurts. I moan his name, feeling my body tighten around him, needing this release. "Yes..." My voice is hoarse from screaming and begging earlier, but now it's soft, barely more than a whisper as I let go of everything else and focus on the sensation.

His hand at my throat pushes me closer to the edge; I feel like I can't breathe, like I'm floating outside my body just for this moment. I want him to touch me like this forever, control me completely until there's nothing left of either of us except for this overwhelming pleasure and need. As he pushes deeper still, hitting something inside that sends shockwaves of ecstasy through every cell in my body, I finally lose myself entirely, screaming his name

My body is wracked with violent shudders as I come apart beneath him, my muscles clenching and releasing uncontrollably around his cock. He pummels into me relentlessly, driving me further and further over the edge until there's nothing left of either of us except for this raw, desperate need for each other. My voice is hoarse from screaming his name earlier, but I don't care; all that matters is feeling him move inside me, feeling the strength of his dominance and control as it washes over my senses in an endless wave of pleasure.

I am nothing but flesh and bone now, yielding completely to his every touch, surrendering myself completely into this moment where there's only him and me and our connection through pleasure and pain. As he finally lets go, collapsing atop me with a growl, my own body follows suit, going

Shakily, I climb off the desk and turn to face him, my heart racing in my chest. He's right; this was beyond anything I could have ever imagined. With a tentative smile, I take his hand and lead him back toward where we began our conversation earlier. "I'll do anything you want," I repeat, meaning it more than ever before. "Just tell me what to do."

My eyes linger on his lips, wanting nothing more than for them to be on mine again. The taste of him still lingers in my mouth and I ache with the need to feel him deep inside me once more. No matter how hard he pushes or dominates me, it's always worth it in the end... because this is what I crave. This is who I am.

With a blissful smile on my lips, I nod and turn to leave the room, wobbling slightly as I make my way out into the hallway. Even though my ass feels sore and stretched beyond anything it's ever known, all I can think about is when we'll be together again. My mind races with images of us together in class... the things he'll make me do... and I can't help but feel a thrill course through me at the thought of it all.

I've never been so turned on, so excited by anyone or anything else before. He is my everything now, and there's no going back from this.