Teacher's Pet

3

The lecture went by fast and I'd spent most of it dreading what would happen after. I had re-read the text about fifty times before accepting that there wasn't any other explanation to who other than professor Graham could've sent the text. But now, as time was up and every student left the room Elijah and I was the only people left. I stayed in my seat, looking down at my computer. I'm sure I'd gotten loads of strange looks for just staying in my seat when everybody else left but I'd have to worry about that later. I heard footsteps and then a click as the door locked. At that I wanted to look up and see what the hell he was doing but my eyes stayed focused on my screen. Then suddenly I felt hands roughly gripping my chin, forcing me to look at him. His mouth was a straight line and I could detect anger in his eyes.

"How old are you Madeleine?" He asked. My heart flipped when he said my name, which was stupid. He was my professor and he was obviously mad at me.

"Uh.." I didn't want to answer.

"Use your words," he said and the grip on my chin tightened.

"I'm nineteen," I said at last. He let go of my chin and immediately my head dipped down and I began fiddling with my hands.

"Why were you at the club and why didn't you tell me your age?" He asked.

"Well we just met I didn't know I would have to tell you right away," I mumbled.

"Look at me when you're talking," he said, his voice laced with authority. No, why did I find it sexy? This wasn't supposed to happen. My head snapped up and my eyes met his. His eyes softened but in a moment it disappeared and I was sure I must've imagined it.

"You know you were underage drinking," he stated. Oh my god, that is what he's thinking about? Not that he stuck his tongue in his student's mouth yesterday?

"Well I was stressed about this semester," I mumbled, although looking at him this time.

"Alcohol doesn't solve any problems," he said.

"Well I'm sorry, dad," I said and rolled my eyes. We had much bigger problems to deal with at the moment besides my underage drinking. Surprisingly he chuckled at my response and my brows furrowed.

"I'd much rather you called me daddy," he said with a smirk. My cheeks turned red in an instant and I averted my eyes immediately.

"Although you should drop the attitude," he said then. What the hell is happening?

"I'm sorry, sir," I joked but instantly regretted it when he once again took hold of my chin.

"Do you want to turn me on?" He asked. At that my cheeks reddened even more if that was possible. This man never ceased to surprise me.

"I was just joking," I mumbled and he let go once again. Then he flicked my nose, what the heck? He flicked my nose!

"If you turn me on you'll have to help me out," he smirked. Oh my god, I'm overheating. I'm literally overheating.

"Well I could help with that?" I tried to say with some confidence. But well, knowing me I already knew I'd fuck up and then it came out more of a question. Leave it to me to make it awkward. He just chuckled at my attempt of a comeback.

"Now, be a good girl and bend over my desk," he said. My eyes widened and I almost fell out of my seat.

"Excuse me?" I asked. I was not going to let him fuck me now, I barely just met him! Oh and well, he was my professor.

"You heard me. You didn't think I was gonna let you go without a punishment, did you?" He asked and lifted an eyebrow. This took me back to last night when I tried to do the sam— what??? Punishment?!

"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked my eyes as wide as golf balls. Oh my god he's into that kind of kink. Could I handle that? What the heck of course I could, I found it hot. No, shut up you don't he's your professor. Who's gonna punish you now. Oh my god, voice in my head: QUIET!

"You heard me, bend over. You were underage drinking and lying about your age and that deserves a punishment," he said and gestured to his desk. I reluctantly made my way over to his desk. Then to my utter humiliation (and to my satisfaction but I tried not to admit it) I bent over. Soon enough I felt his hands come around my waist then unzipping my jeans. I let out a deep breath and silently praised myself for putting on some sexy black lace thongs today. Then I remembered this was a punishment and suddenly wished my ass was more covered. Well, at least I looked hot being bent over my professor's desk about to be spanked. He slowly rolled down my jeans to my ankles and then I felt a hand tracing my thongs before I heard a grunt of approval.

"I like these," he said and then I felt his hand lower a bit. His hands were large, they easily covered half of my ass. Suddenly a stinging sensation hit me as his hand slammed down on my ass. I whimpered at the feeling and he did not waste any time before the next one. After about ten spankings I felt his hands rub my ass and I knew it was the end of the punishment. Then his fingers slid down a bit lower and connected with the wetness that exposed my secret, I really enjoyed this punishment.

"Look at that, already wet for me," he chuckled. All I wanted in that moment was his fingers inside me but suddenly he drew away and I let out a complaining whine.

"Too bad this was your punishment, love," he said as he pulled up my jeans again. As I zipped them back up he spun me around and planted a kiss on my lips.

"I know this is weird, me being your professor but we'll get through it. Only if you want to of course," he said. I stared at him for a while, half my mind wanted to scream at me for being so stupid but the other half screamed at me to go against my morals and just fuck him right now. Then I nodded, yes I wanted this. The horny side of my mind won the battle, Azalea would be proud.

"I'd like to try," I said and he smiled widely in response.

"How long have you been a professor?" I asked him.

"Well, I'm not really a professor full time. I'm just teaching this course but I'll be done after this semester," he said. I raised my brows and gave him a confused look.

"Why?"

"Well I own a pretty successful company and I'm only doing this because I'd like to help and give others the opportunity to become successful as well," he shrugged. When he talked of him being successful it didn't sound like he was bragging, only stating facts.

"You own a company? How old are you?" I asked.

"I'm 25,"

"How the hell did you manage to own a successful company at age 25?" I asked incredulously.

"Luck I guess. And well my family's pretty rich so that helped," he said, obviously not comfortable talking about it. Most rich guys I'd met was the only thing they talked about but Elijah was different. (Omg this is so cheesy why did I write this)

"That's amazing," I said.

"As much as I like you praising me, you should get to your next lecture," he said and winked. I didn't want to go but I didn't want to be late so I nodded.

"I'll text you later, what do you say, dinner tonight?" He asked. My heart fluttered and I realized I was going on a date, it felt like it was an eternity since the last one I'd been to.

"Sounds good," I said and turned around. Before I reached the door I felt Elijah's hand come down on my already tender ass.

"Be sure to behave," he said with a devilish smile.

"Can't promise anything," I said and smiled. "I might need to learn another lesson"