Cole

I look out at the lecture hall. It's filled with my students, with one seat empty. Amanda's. She sits at the front of the class, and she's usually here ten minutes before my class starts.Was I too hard on her? Is she too nervous to come to class?

Today's lecture will start with a general overview. After the break, I'll delve into a topic I haven't felt ready to teach in my time at WCU.Joe Maturi. Merciless Maturi.I can still see the abject, animal fear in the caged women's eyes as he walked by, his cane tapping against the bars.Joe didn't need a cane to walk. He used it because he preferred getting blood on his cane instead of his hands.

The Maturi family wasn't only running illegal gambling rings and selling drugs in their nightclubs.They were trafficking women. My right hand grabs the wooden podium, clenching against it as I remember having to sit back and watch. The only thing that stopped me from killing him there and then was the knowledge that I would put the entire crime family behind bars. I push myself out of the past. It's time to start, even if Amanda is late. My classroom is packed, students speaking in hushed voices as they wait for me to begin my lecture. When I clear my throat the class goes silent.

"Welcome everyone. Can anyone tell me the definition of a psychopath?"

A few hands shoot up. I motion to a brunette in the second row.

"A psychopath is a person who's got a specific mental illness. Um, antisocial personality disorder I think? That means that they don't feel emotion and empathy the same way as other people. They don't have the same type of, like, conscience."

She starts out strong, becoming unsure of herself at the end. I nod. It's a good answer.

"Good. Yes, that's a fairly good definition. To be more precise -"

The door at the top of the auditorium opens, and she walks in. Her hair is done exactly how it was on Halloween. Naughty little pigtails. Apple red lips gleam in the lights, and I can't be certain what she's wearing underneath a winter coat that stretches down halfway past her thighs.She could be wearing a short skirt under her coat... or nothing at all. As she comes closer my heart pounds. That's not just any coat, that's my coat. The one I gave to her when I walked her back to dorms. I look around the class. Students are starting to look as she walks down the steps, wondering why I stopped mid-sentence.

"You're late, Miss Primrose. Sit down quietly."

Does anyone notice she's wearing my coat? I wrack my brain, but I think I've only worn it to class once.She walks down the stairs all the way to the front of the class, just a few feet in front of me and sits down. She gives me a look that's pure brat, her lips pouting and her eyebrows raised.Of course she's late. I told her I was going to punish her, and now she's earning it. That little... I continue.

"To be a little more precise, there are two types of violence in the psychopath's arsenal. Predatory violence, which is calm, emotionless, and pre-meditated. The second is impulsive violence, or affective violence. This is done in a rage-state, where the psychopath can lose control of himself in his need to hurt and destroy. We see these two types of -"

Amanda raises her hand, and before I can call on her she opens her mouth.

"Actually, is the term psychopath even used consistently in medical professions?"

She looks me straight in the eye as she asks, defiantly. There's a gasp from the second row. The class has seen me throw a student out for interrupting me before. I have to stop myself from smiling. She's trying to provoke me. If she's already promised a punishment, she damn well wants to earn it. Careful, Amanda, don't bite off more than you can chew.

"Raise your hand and wait to be called if you want to ask a question."

I pause, letting seconds tick by until she raises her hand, rolling her eyes. She's my perfect little brat, and my hand itches to teach her respect.

"Yes. Miss Primrose?"

"I want to ask the question again."

I nod.

"You're quite correct. Truthfully, no psychiatric or psychological organization has sanctioned the term psychopath. However, the term is useful to understand some of the vilest criminals that exist today."

I give the lecture analytically, the words flowing out of my mouth as my thoughts dwell on her perfect body, the way she's going to have trouble sitting in her seat once I'm done with her. She starts to interrupt me once more, but I simply hold up my finger.

"No more interruptions, Miss Primrose. If you want to ask a question, you will wait until break. Understand?"

She nods.

"My apologies, professor Russo."

The second I speak strictly to her, she changes from bratty and defiant to submissive and demure. She bites her lip. She wants it so fucking bad.

I know she needs to be punished. It's been three days since I spanked and pleasured her. Her sweet, utter, willing submission to me. The way she begged for it all, her body and mind wanting desperately to be molded and trained for my pleasure.My cock surges in my pants, and I quickly sit down behind my desk, leaving my notes on the wooden podium.

"Class, we're going to go on break ten minutes early today. Come back at the regular time."

The class files out, and Amanda throws me a glance back as she walks up the stairs. I know exactly where she's going to be. When the last student files out of the class, I stand up and rearrange my pants, my cock bulging obscenely. I pull it up against my stomach to hide it and pull my jacket on. My hardness is covered as I walk to my unlocked office, knowing Amanda is going to be waiting for me, just like I ordered. Wearing that little skirt and no panties. I look left and right, then open the door to my office, shutting it quickly behind me and locking it.

I can't risk another student or professor walking in and catching me spanking Amanda's perfect ass red.Amanda is sitting on my desk. My winter coat she was wearing is hung up on my coat-rack, and she's unwrapped like a present for me. She's my darkest fantasy. Her plaid skirt is scandalously high, and I know her tight little pussy is the only thing under it.I walk to her and take her chin in my hand, forcing her to look up at me. She's breathing quickly, her body trembling and ready.

"Do you know why you're here, Amanda?"

"Yes, professor Cole, I know why I'm here. I was late to class, and I was so very rude, interrupting you. I think you're going to give me a stern talking to."

I savor the look of anticipation in her eyes.

"Do you think a talking to will be enough?"

She brushes my hand from her chin and hops off the desk in front of me, and I stare down at her petulant, pouting lips that beg to be kissed.

"I'm not sure professor, I've been so very bad..."

My cock is so hard it threatens to rip out of my pants. I stand in front of her, towering above my perfect little pet. She is so small and delicate, desperate for me to do whatever I want to her.

"You're going to need a hard spanking to set you straight," I say, and she moans.

"Bend over my desk." My voice is cold and hard.

She obeys instantly. She bends over the desk, arching her ass up. The bottom of her skirt barely covers the cheeks of her ass. I breathe in deeply, smelling her arousal. I can taste her need in my mouth and I lick my lips, wanting to run my tongue over her perfect body and make her cum so hard she can't walk straight.

First, she needs to be punished.I slowly feel the smooth skin of her upper thighs, pushing my hands up to raise her skirt. A low growl escapes me as I see that she is wearing nothing underneath, just as instructed. Her pussy glistens with need. I slide my finger against her pussy lips, feeling the wetness, teasing her. Her moan is all the confirmation I need that she's losing control. I lick my finger, tasting her, aching to slide my tongue against her, aching to lick her clit until she cums against my mouth.

"You came to this office to be punished, my little pet. Say it."

"I came to be punished, sir."

"You want me to spank your little ass until it's red, don't you, you naughty little slut?"

I stroke her ass as I speak, already envisioning the handprints. I want her to beg for it first. To admit this is what she needs.

"Yes, sir," she moans, her voice throaty and hot. "Please, spank me."

I let my hand crack down on her ass, keeping my fingers and palm straight so that there is less noise.She gasps in response to the first stroke, and as my hand slaps against her ass my cock throbs painfully. I want to plunge myself deep into her young, tight little pussy, make her mine and fill her with my hot seed.

"Say thank you, my little Amanda."

"Thank you, Sir," she moans, and I stroke her ass.

She pushes back against my hand, eager for more. I graze her pussy with my fingers, then walk to the other side of the desk. She stays bent over the desk, her eyes wide with need. The pigtails bob as she looks up at me. I open my desk and pull out a wooden ruler.

"I'll give you the choice, my pet. My hand... or the ruler."

She bites her lips.

"The ruler," she says, barely a whisper.

The quicksilver change from defiant brat into my slutty little student begging to be spanked is too much. She wants it so badly. I pick the ruler up and walk back to behind her, enjoying the view of her untouched pussy. I run the ruler against her right buttock, letting her feel the hardness of it.I hold the ruler in my hand, judging the weight of it. I lift it up and slap it firmly but gently against her bottom, testing it. Instead of a moan of pain, Amanda turns her head to look at me with heat in her eyes.

"Is that all you've got, professor Cole? I'll just keep breaking the rules if you don't really punish me," she says in her little brat voice, the one that's sickly sweet and innocent.

It makes my blood boil. She's testing me, and I bring the ruler down harder, hearing the slap of wood on flesh as I slap it against her right buttock firmly. She moans in pain and pleasure, the light red splotch appearing, marking where I struck her. I know she wants me to lose control and punish her hard, but I won't, not yet. I slap her left and right buttocks in quick succession, moving back and forth, her firm flesh reddening under the punishment. I know she's ready for more. I position the ruler carefully so that the sharp sides won't touch her perfect flesh, and ready myself. I slap the ruler down hard on both ass cheeks at the same time, and her body jerks in response.

"Oh fuck, professor Cole," she says in shock, and I know she's reaching the limit where pain will overcome pleasure. I won't let that happen.

"You've been such a bad little slut. Tell me, how many more do you deserve?"

She pauses, weighing the question. I know it's painful for her, but she wants to prove herself to me.

"Five," she manages to gasp out. She's ambitious.

"My perfect little toy," I say, rubbing her reddening ass. "You're going to get two more. I want you to keep perfectly still. Don't flinch."

If anyone walks by my office, they will hear the hard slap of wood on flesh, but I'm beyond caring. I hold the ruler, preparing to spank her hard. Her ass tenses, and the hiss of the ruler in the air becomes a sharp crack of wood on her ass. She moans in pain but doesn't move. She asked for five strokes, but two will keep her well within her limits. I bring the ruler down again, even harder, and she doesn't flinch. I put the ruler on the desk beside her and run my hand against the flawless skin of her ass.

"You took that punishment very well, Amanda," I say, impressed that she managed to take the strokes without complaint.

I rub her red ass, pulling her ass cheeks apart and enjoying the view of her tight asshole and wet, ready pussy.

"You can turn around now," I say, and she stands up, turning while biting her lips. She looks up at me shyly.

"Are you going to take my virginity now, Cole?"

I know I've told her to call me sir or master, but the way she says my name makes my heart ache. I'm starting to feel things I shouldn't let myself for her. I push it out of my mind. Men like me don't deserve love. I'm her fantasy, and nothing more. I lean forward and kiss her, tasting her lips.

"Soon, Amanda..."

I kiss her deeply, pressing my tongue into her mouth and feeling her body respond. I lift her up and place her on the desk, and she winces slightly as she sits on her pained buttocks. I'm going to give her so much pleasure that the pain is just an added spice. I break off the kiss and stare into her eyes.

"I'm going to taste you now," I growl, and she has this look in her eyes like she wants to say something but is too submissive to ask.

"What is it, Amanda?"

"I want to see your body. Can you take off your shirt?"

Her eyes are wide and full of need. The request is so innocent, so sweet.I hesitate.What will she think when she sees the brutal reminders underneath my shirt? Will she run when she sees the two souvenirs Joe Maturi left? I unbutton my shirt, pulling it off and putting it on my desk beside her. Then I take off my undershirt, my chest bared for her.She makes a little moaning sound as she devours my body with her eyes, looking up and down my body like she can't believe what she's seeing.

"Holy fuck, professor Cole, you got shot," she says, and I know she is looking at the bullet wounds, courtesy of Joe Maturi.

The one on my right lung, the second near my abs. She touches me, running her hand down the scar tissue down to the second one, then lets herself feel my abs.She looks up at me.

"Sorry, I shouldn't have said that. You're fucking gorgeous professor Cole," she moans, her hand running up and down my body, and I can hear the need in her voice.

"Lean back," I order, and she obeys, holding herself up with her hands.

"If you make a single noise, I'm going to tie you up and whip you tonight," I growl, and I see the excited fear in her eyes.

She spreads herself in front of me, her legs open and her young, sopping wet pussy exposed to me. I want to taste her juices and I lean forward, kissing and licking her pussy. I explore her wetness, tasting her and allowing my tongue to flicker up to her clit. I know she is fighting back moans.If anyone came into my office, they would see me lapping at my decade younger student's pussy eagerly.She tastes sweet, a taste that excites the deep, base part of me. The animal, cave-man side of me that wants to slam my massive cock inside her and fill her with my cum. To claim her as my own.

I let my flicker my tongue up and down her clit, faster and faster. Her hips surge forward, pressing her clit into my tongue. Her pussy grinds against my mouth and she gasps deeply before covering her mouth with her hand, her whole body convulsing as she cums hard and tries to keep the sounds from escaping her mouth. Finally, I stop, standing up and wiping my mouth as she lets herself lay back on my wooden desk. She looks so small on it. She's breathing heavily, her body shaking.

"I couldn't help it, I made noises," she says breathily, and I can't help but smile.

"Just a small one. We'll say you didn't quite earn a whipping... but I am going to tie you up tonight. Come over, same time as last night?"

She nods.In truth, I don't know what I would whip her with. It's not like I have a room full of whips and chains. A belt seems too painful, but tying her up... that's all pleasure. I put my undershirt on and button up my shirt, checking the time. In our passion, we've gone over break five minutes.She looks into my eyes with a happiness that makes my heart yearn for her, yearn to be more than just her dominant professor fantasy.

"Looks like we went over time. You go first, I'll come in later with an excuse."

She laughs.

"Alright. Um, can I steal your coat again?"

I smile.

"Sure. It will be more suspicious if you come back without it."

She walks out of my office wrapped tight in my coat, and my heart leaves with her.