MY MASTER IS MY PROFESSOR

CHAPTER I

"What'd you do for living? " I asked.

"I'm a professor. That's all you need to know, dear. "Master said, with mystery clear in his voice.

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"What's wrong with you Ann. You are daydreaming about what?" My friend Katie asked.

"It's nothing. I have just feeling, that this semester is going to be hell."

"Why do you think that's so? It's only the first day of school and you are already so pessimistic. Think about all the hot teachers that we are going to, and already have." I love Katie, she is so sweet, loving and innocent; however she doesn't know anything about my little secret of BDSM. Nobody knows of it outside the BDSM community that I really like bondage, role play, candles, and all the other "kinky" stuff.

We chose our seats to be at the end of the last row in the class. Immediately, I lay down on my desk and close my eyes. I was thinking about the last time I was with my Master. I loved pleasing my Dom. His rewards to me were amazing and I was wet just from thinking about them.

FLASHBACK - start

I screamed as Master pounded into me. I was bound to the bed and I could feel the cuffs digging into my skin. The feeling only made my orgasm that much stronger. Master pulled his cock out of me and finished pouring his juice on my tummy. I moaned. That feeling of loss was unbearable.

"Was it good, pet?" He asked with a smirk.

"Yes, it was, Sir." I replied sweetly.

FLASHBACK – end

"OH MY GOD. Ann, he is so hot." Katie whispered in my ear. I slowly lifted my head up and saw a nice pair of legs and shoulders. And that ass. Nice piece of ass. Yummy. I smiled.

"Hello class. My name is Eric Moon and I am going to teach you this semester's French Studies." Wow I have feeling that I know this voice, but from where. He turns around and then it hit me. It was him.

"FUCK" I screamed out loud. That can't be true. He told me that he was a teacher and I was thinking like a teacher at primary school or high school. But God doesn't like me. He must be professor at MY University and also be my professor for French Studies. SHIT.

"Swearing is prohibited in my class, miss." He looked me in the eyes. How can he be so calm?

"I-it w-will not ha-ppen a-again, S-sir." I said quietly.

"What's wrong with you Ann?" Katie asked. I was terrified. What am I going to do now? He is my Master and also my professor.

"OK, I will go on. I am going to take a roll really quick and when I call your name you stand up." He said with his dominant voice.

"Jessica Spires."

"Here."

"Damon Field."

"Here."

"Katie Swan."

"Here." I turned off my mind and stopped listening. I was praying to God. It must be a dream.

"Ann........Anne. He is calling your name." Katie nudges me by elbow.

"Here." I whispered, looking up slowly.

"Miss Anne. I told you. You must stand up when I call your name. What didn't you understand?" I couldn't look at him anymore and I looked down at the paper in front of me and stared at it the rest of the lesson. When class ended I tried to hurry up and pack my things so I could rush out but I heard the very voice I had been hoping to avoid.

"Anne. Stay." Eric demanded and I could do nothing but to stay where I was. I sent sad look to Katie, when she walked by. When everybody had been out of the class, he walked to the door and flipped the lock; total privacy.

"What are we going to do about this dilemma, Anne?" He said and I could feel my core heat up and my panties moistened.

"I don't know, Sir." I said standing up straight and not looking in his eyes.

"You didn't follow my rules today like good student. Are you a naughty girl?" he asked as he leaned close to my neck and trailed kisses across my collar.

I nodded as I spoke. "Yes, Sir. I am very naughty." I replied hoping he would give me a proper punishment.

Eric takes me by my hand and guides me to his chair where he made me sit in his lap. He gently pulled my top and bra up my breasts and began playing with my nipples gently as his hand worked its way up my legs, up to my zipper. With quick move he opened my zipper and moved his hand into my pants and panties.

"You are so wet for me I could take you now. Would you like that, pet?" Eric whispered in my ear. I nodded unable to speak as pleasure coursed through me. I fought against the urge to grind my pussy across him and beg him to take me just like he done at his dungeon every week.

"Yes Sir." After I said that, he backed me into his desk so I could feel his arousal. "Sir, I..."

"You what my, pet?" He murmured as the back of his hand ran across my now bare ass gently.

"This can't be happening." I whimpered as he released his hold and stepped back.

"Oh but it is my dear and the sooner you realize that you're mine and no one else's the better. I didn't tell that I am professor at this school because I saw you here before we met. You were perfect submissive for me. You were wild but calm, sweet but bitchy. I really like that. I like you." His voice lost the teaching fluff and took on his master tone which shot straight down to my pussy.

I gulped audibly and fought back a whimper of need. I was leaking like a whore.

"I don't like it when you avoid looking at me during the lesson. So now pet, I want to hear it. Why did you ignored me and didn't respect me in front of other students?" He demanded with an authoritative bite to his voice.

"I was scared to look at you sir. Because ........ It was hard to look at you and not think about all the kinky stuff you did to me. To not be wet and not moan in front of my friends. I am sorry sir."

"I think I need to make it crystal clear to you that there is no separating me as your teacher and your master. This isn't a situation where just because I am one, means I can't be the other. And the best way to do that is to take you right here, on my desk like I did it in my dungeon last night and every other night for the past 5 months."

He made quick work of stripping me off my clothes and re-positioning me over his desk. The cold wooden top chilled my chest even as the warmth from Sir's palm heated my ass as he palmed my lower cheeks.

"You are going to count till I say stop. " The first swat came down hard and fast just like I knew it would. Just like I wanted, no needed it to.

"One." Slap. "Two." Slap. "Three. " Slap. ... Each smack echoing loudly in the classroom. Each precisely aimed hit bringing aware of tears to my tightly clenched eyes and pushing the salty liquid passed my closed lids. "Twenty four, twenty five."

"Stop. Good girl. You did so well pet." Eric let his hand linger where it had landed last time. "Now let's get you taken care of."

"Sir. Please I need you inside of me. Please. Fuck me hard. Take me like you like it. Please master." I was hopeless. I was so wet that he could clearly see a puddle right under me.

"You're mine. I know I can but it needs to be light pet." He turned my head around to look at him over my shoulder and gave me a slow kiss that made my toes curl.

Ifelt the sign of his length brush against my pussy and I rocked backinstinctively. His hands came up and stilled my hips as he prepared to slidehis cock into me.