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what I plan to do to yours in a few minutes. Either do what I say, or get out.” He leaned back in his chair and pointed to the door.
    I looked to the door and then back to him, squirming in my chair. “But sir, what if someone comes in?”
    “Well, I imagine they’ll know what a poor student you are and that you’re willing to pander to my whims to get better grades. I’m sure all the other professors will be thrilled to know.”
    I did my best to look embarrassed and ashamed, dipping my head down. My nipples had trouble cooperating, they flared hard and erect.
    “ Ahem,” he muttered and pointed to my legs.
    I stared directly at him, spread my legs wide, and slowly lifted the edge of my skirt. Moisture had already gathered between my thighs during the short scene.
    “No panties and a smooth mound? I have to assume you’ve already met with Professor Charles.” His brow creased and his jaw tightened.
    “No, no. I have never had a class with him. I promise.” I closed my thighs slightly.
    “Keep your legs open. I can see you’re already wet. I want to observe you while you make yourself come.”
    “Professor?”
    “No ifs, ands, or buts. Get to it.”
    “Yes sir.” I trembled slightly, I felt so turned on.
    He circled around the desk and perched on the edge.
    I snaked my right hand into my shirt and fondled my breast while my eyes took in his hard, cock straining against his pants. With my left hand, I caressed my thighs working slowly up towards the warm, wet cleft between my legs.
    Spreading my knees even wider, I tickled around my aching pussy and delved my fingers into my wetness. Mason’s eyes flared when I brought my fingers to my lips and coated them with my natural juices.
    “Ohhh man,” he groaned. “Oh sorry, fell out of character. Okay, I’m back.”
    I licked my lips and dipped my fingers back into my pussy. He loved watching me fuck myself with my hand, so I forced my fingers in deep. My eyes trailed away from his as I caught him rubbing his erection through his clothes. I wanted to unzip his pants and free his cock, but it was his game and I committed myself to playing it through.
    I tweaked my small nipples, pulling and rolling them until they were longer and distended.
    “Undo another button on your shirt and pull your breast out,” he ordered.
    My tight , white shirt became more like a corset when I pulled it down around my breasts. Though still pert, my cleavage spilled over, and I could feel the cool air against my hardened peaks.
    Scooting my ass forward in the chair, I trailed my right hand under the waist of my skirt, and found my already pulsing clit. I finger fucked myself with my left hand while I circled my arousal with my right.
    He lowered his zipper and I looked up just in time to see him extract his cock and balls through the opening in his pants.
    Masturbating for Mason coupled with watching him cup his testicles and draw a finger over the tip of his erection to coat the head with his pre-cum caused me to pant. “Oh god, I’m close.”
    “Stop!” he shouted.
    “What?” I said, completely breaking character and yanking my hand out from under my skirt.
    “You are forbidden to come before your punishment. Remove all of your clothes except for your garters, stockings, and heels.”
    “Yes, Professor Mason,” I said, with a wispy voice, playing the naughty college student again.
    “Come around the desk and lay face forward across it.”
    The cold air conditioning in the room along with the anticipation of the paddle had me shivering. I shifted into position, my arms folded under my chest, which allowed me to look over my shoulder. “What will you do to me?”
    “Whatever I want, of course.” He opened the lower drawer. “Stay still and this will be over quickly. Ten , plus two extra swats for making me wait so long, and I expect you to count.” The punishment didn’t start right away; instead he ran the rope tassel that hung from the hole in the bottom of the