Making the Grade by Kimberly

Making the Grade by Kimberly

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

Ally is a spoiled young lady who is used to using her looks to get exactly what she wants from men, and has no doubt she can do it again tonight to raise her grade...until her professor shows her what happens to naughty girls who haven't earned their way.

Summary

Ally is a spoiled young lady who is used to using her looks to get exactly what she wants from men, and has no doubt she can do it again tonight to raise her grade...until her professor shows her what happens to naughty girls who haven't earned their way.

Content

Submitted: November 20, 2009

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Content

Submitted: November 20, 2009

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“An F?? How could he possibly give me an F?? Gah! Well, he won’t be putting that grade on my permanent file, not after I pay him a little visit tonight. Once he sees me in this outfit, I’m sure I can…um, convince him to see things my way!”

Ally huffed about the bedroom, gathering various accessories to perfect her ensemble.

“Ally, you don’t seriously think you can seduce your teacher, do you? I mean, that guy must be at least fifty years old! Eww! What are you going to do if your “plan” doesn’t work?” Kristen asked, emphasizing “plan” with air quotes. “You’ll be in more trouble than you already are! He might,” she added, pausing dramatically, “Tell your Dad. We both know what will happen then!”

Ally wasn’t really paying attention to Kristen’s words, an oversight she’d come to regret later. Then again, Ally rarely paid attention to anyone these days. Teachers, her friends, it didn’t matter. Too many years of being a little Daddy’s girl and always getting her way had turned Ally into a bit of a spoiled brat. Determined to get her way now, she finished dressing for her ‘appointment’ with Professor Campbell. She was a practiced seductress already; indeed, this wouldn’t be the first grade she had “renegotiated”, as she liked to call it. Her past success only made her more determined she would easily convince her professor to accommodate her.

Professor Michaels was her first, and he’d been an absolute pushover! Why, all she had to do was sit in his lap and wiggle in just the right way while she talked. Well, almost all.

“Damn! It’s already almost seven o’clock!” she thought. “Better hurry before the old coot leaves for the night. Those old people and their early bedtimes!”

Wearing a white silk blouse and black cheerleader style skirt, complimented by her thigh-high stockings, Ally ran nearly all the way across campus. She stopped to catch her breath and smooth down her hair.

“Wow, it’s sort of creepy in here without all the lights on! And way too quiet!” She whispered to herself to calm her nerves.

Her skirt made a soft swishing sound, and her shoes click-clacked on the worn floor as she walked down the long hallway to Professor Campbell’s office. In her mind, she practiced what she’d say. First, she’d put on her best pouty face and plead for mercy. Men love that kind of thing. If that didn’t work, she’d…well, she’d do whatever it took. If Daddy saw that “F” on file, she’d have hell to pay in more ways than one. Daddy was old fashioned when it came to raising his daughter. He believed that whole ‘spare the rod, spoil the child” bit, and practiced it with a far too generous hand , if you asked her. She didn’t have to think too hard to remember many a night when she’d had to sleep on her belly because her bottom was on fire. She squirmed a little, feeling a remnant sting for a moment.

“Well,” she said to herself, “that’s not going to happen after tonight.” With that, she knocked lightly on the door to Professor Campbell’s classroom.

“Come in, Ally.” Professor Grey said. “I imagine you are here to discuss your grade? I’m pleased to see you take an interest,” he finished, rather sarcastically.

His tone gave her the slightest pause. This wasn’t going to be as easy as she thought. He was sitting behind his desk, and although he was in his early fifties (more than twice her age), she still found him to be quite handsome. A small part of her was hoping that it would take more than a little wiggle in his lap to sway him. She had no idea.

“Sit down, sit down. I expect you’re disappointed in your grade, young lady, though I daresay you can’t possibly be surprised. What did you expect? You spent more time writing silly notes to your friend than you did actually learning anything. You made precious little attempt to learn the lessons. Every young lady needs to learn their lessons, Ally.”

Those words sent a shiver up Ally’s spine. Whenever Daddy had punished her, he would always speak those exact words: “Every child needs to learn her lessons, Ally.” This was always followed by sharp pain on her backside. Suddenly the room seemed to swim a little, and Ally no longer felt the confidence she’d expressed to Kristen earlier that night. She even seemed to transform before Professor Campbell’s eyes a little, looking less the vixen and more a scared little girl.

“Um, Professor Campbell? Isn’t there some way I could, you know, make it up?” She tried to look seductive, leaning forward to give him a view of her cleavage and pouting her lips a little. “Some extra-curricular work to earn a better grade?”

Even though she was trying hard to be a temptress, she was painfully aware of how small and timid her voice sounded even to her own ears. She could not believe she was on the verge of tears. Why had she never felt this authoritarian vibe from him before? He’d been her professor a whole semester!

Professor Campbell smiled, but said nothing. He merely sat quietly, his strong hands interlaced before him, as if pondering her question. Finally, he raised his eyes and looked directly at her.

“There is a way, Ally, but I don’t expect you will be up for it. In point of fact, I rather bet you won’t agree to it. You see, dear girl, the only way one can make up for such insolent and arrogant behavior as you’ve displayed since the moment you first walked into this class would be a sound spanking. You would have to do exactly as I say, without hesitation. Any excuses, any disobedience will promptly increase the number of strokes on your bottom, as well as the amount of time you spend making up for your misdeeds. You will receive ten strokes for each grade level you wish to increase.”

He paused, allowing his words to sink in for her. She was watching him, eyes wide in disbelief. He smiled briefly, then continued.

“This means, Ally, that to earn an ‘A’, you must endure a minimum of 40 strokes. Do not fool yourself into believing that you’re being of the fairer sex will cause me to be gentle with you, either. Goodness knows, you deserve it. Now, are you sure you want to change that grade?”

As he sat across from her, patiently awaiting her response, Ally felt the blood drain from her face. This was not at all the way she’d seen things happening tonight. She couldn’t believe what she’d gotten herself into. She thought to herself, “His hand couldn’t hurt worse than Daddy’s belt. No hand could.” And shivered a bit at the memory. She looked up and tentatively nodded at the professor. Eyes wide and body trembling, she stood and waited for her instructions.

He saw her shiver, and enjoyed it. It was good for the girl to be nervous. She was beautiful, yes, but she knew it and used it far too often. How many times had he wanted to wipe her smug little smile from her face over the last few months? To make her submit to him as he has watched so many of the college boys in his class submit to her every whim? He finally had his chance, and he meant to take full advantage of that. If all went as he intended, he would add a lot more than a bit of color to that glorious little behind of hers.

“Over here,” he commanded, pointing to a stool near the blackboard. “Bend over the stool, and grab onto the legs on the other side.” He followed her over to the stool, and watched as she poutily threw herself over the padded seat, before admonishing her on her attitude.

“So dramatic, Miss Kingston! You’d do well to remember that is what got you into this situation in the first place, hmm?”

Her eyes grew wide as she watched him pull four lengths of leather from his desk, each with a shiny buckle at the end. She began to shiver much more noticeably as he began fastening her ankles to the legs of the stool, and then moved to her wrists, all the while explaining that this was for her safety. She began to wonder if Daddy’s belt might have been easier to bear after all.

He knew from years of experience that it was better to restrain her. He had been known to get carried away with the belt a time or two, and he didn’t want her to hurt herself by moving suddenly or putting a limb in the wrong place at the wrong time. He felt his pulse quicken in anticipation of what was to come, and noticed a thickening in his trousers as well.

“What a fine turn of events,” he thought.

After he finished securing her to the stool, he went about the remaining preparations, gathering everything he would need. Silently, he slid his belt from the loops of his trousers, watching her carefully as he did so. He knew she’d be expecting his bare hand; they always do. He didn’t let her see what he was doing; better to keep it a surprise. Next, he gently lifted her skirt up and over her back before leaning forward and whispering in her ear, “Are you ready, my dear?”

Hell no, she wasn’t ready. She was absolutely not ready! However, she remembered his warnings (it seemed like that conversation was already so long ago), and she nodded obediently. She wrapped her fingers around the legs of the stool and tried to brace herself. She thought about his hands, trying to remember if they seemed strong, powerful. At least they couldn’t possibly hurt as much as that damned belt Daddy used!

She barely had time to complete the thought when the first stroke connected with her panty-clad bottom. She heard the distinct, familiar whistling sound of the belt cutting through the air just a millisecond before it lit a trail of fire across both cheeks. She cried out as much from surprise as pain. Oh, how could she have been so foolish?

“Quiet now, Ally. We mustn’t disturb anyone who may be working late. That would be rude, and I wouldn’t want to have to double your punishment for being rude.” That was a lie. He would love to prolong this as much as he possibly could. He raised the belt slowly and brought it down rapidly. The crack was louder than she was this time; she’d traded the yell for a whimper. He continued, raising and swinging the belt in rapid succession for several more strokes. He paused, listening to her soft crying and understanding that she was struggling to keep the volume at a minimum. Already, her behavior was improving!

He rubbed her bottom soothingly for a moment or two, and when he spoke, his voice was tender. “Very good, Ally. You did very well. You are now up to a ‘D’. Do you wish to continue? Tell me now if you wish to accept your ‘D’ and go home.”

“No, sir,” she said shakily. “I do not want a ‘D’. Let’s just go on. Just, please…” her voice trailed off.

“What is it, darling?” he asked.

“Please promise me that my father won’t know. I don’t want to have to go through this twice.”

“Hmm. Well, I won’t tell if you won’t.” he smiled.

What he did next both surprised and humiliated her. He hooked his fingers into the elastic edge at the top of her panties and lowered them to the tops of her thighs, exposing her bare buttocks. She whimpered, mortified at the thought of him seeing her bare behind. It made her feel like a naughty child. She was even more embarrassed when she realized that part of her liked it. She liked that she was being punished for being bad. She also liked that he was standing there, looking at her bare ass. She didn’t know exactly why, and if you’d asked her, she wouldn’t have an answer for you…but she liked it nonetheless. She was just beginning to make her way through all these confusing thoughts when the belt suddenly found its way to her now pink flesh once again.

He whipped her bare skin in rhythmic strokes, pausing only to inform her when she surpassed the ‘D’ and was now at a ‘C’. When he finally put the belt down again, tears were streaming down her face, leaving mascara trails on her soft cheeks, and sweat was dripping off of his. She struggled to make herself take a few long, slow breaths to calm herself down. Panting, his chest heaving a bit with each breath, he ran his fingers gently over the welts now covering her from the lowest point of her waist to the tip-tops of her thighs.

He had to hand it to her, she was holding up better than he’d anticipated. She was crying, but he suspected there were few people who wouldn’t be after the whipping he’d just given. The first time he’d stopped, her behind was rose-hued. Now, it had gone past red to a deep brick color. The sight of it thrilled him. He wondered if she even realized she was up to a ‘B’ now? He had an even better surprise for the last ten strokes, though he doubted she would appreciate it the way he would. That was just fine, though. The effect was what mattered, and he knew it would have a significant impact.

He went to his desk and brought back a bottle. He began to rub the contents over her seared flesh, keeping his touch light and gentle. He held the bottle high and let it drizzle down over her abused bottom, between those delightful globes and down the inside of her thighs. He kneeled to catch the liquid on her thighs and noticed, with some shock, that she was utterly dewy with the juices of arousal.

“Little vixen,” he thought. “She’s enjoying it as much as I am.” He rose back up and smoothed the liquid from her thighs up as he did so. Anticipation was damn near making him crazy, but he knew it would be better for both of them if he didn’t rush things.

His hands felt so good on her poor, beaten flesh. It never occurred to her to wonder about this fluid he’d poured on and was now massaging into her. She only cared in that moment that it was provided some very welcome relief. She was vaguely aware of herself arching her back, raising her ass to his touch, almost subconsciously willing him to take advantage of the improved access. She felt his strong fingers on her inner thighs and realized she wanted him. Not for her grade, that was the furthest thing from her thoughts right now. This was an intense desire. Her body was now so relaxed from the soothing caresses; she was completely unprepared for what happened next.

He knew it would come as a surprise. He was even sure she would cry out. Still, he couldn’t resist. He’d come too far already. He opened the front of his pants, removing his turgid member from its confinement and slipped inside of her in a single stroke. She was astoundingly tight, but the oil made for easy entry. He would finish her punishment like this. He was amazed to hear, in place of the expected scream, a moan escaping those full, pouty lips of hers. That was all the encouragement he needed. He raised the belt, wrapping it around his fist to a manageable length, and brought it down hard and fast on her burning hot flesh. He could feel the warmth emanating from her in waves. She clenched so tightly around him that it nearly caused him to lose his balance.

He removed his tie, and gave it to her to bite down on and muffle her cries and he went full fury on her ass. The belt came down in a rain of blows, timed perfectly with his thrusts. By the time she had earned her ‘A’, he was almost, but not quite ready to explode. He reached around and began to use the belt between her thighs, between the swollen lips, directly on her center. She was screaming against the tie now, but it was no longer pain that was driving her. This was a pleasure more intense than she’d ever known. Hell, more intense than she’d even thought possible. He knew by the way she convulsed beneath him that she was close as well. A final, almost vicious thrust sent them both careening over the edge, and he pulled back quickly, the proof of his pleasure raining down on her mottled ass as she whimpered into the silk of his tie.

“A+!” he laughed, “you’ve earned it!”


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