“F” is for…

The written exam grades had been posted on the class Intranet. Candy had received an “F” along with a note scrawled across the top of her paper that read “Please see me after class.” She felt defiant.

Candy hadn’t wanted to take physics, it wasn’t a subject she was remotely interested in. The only reason she’d taken it was because it filled a requirement. There was nothing else that fit her schedule. She sat feeling pissed as Professor Hardwick droned on about the next topic of study.

Class came to an end, though not soon enough. It was her last class of the afternoon. She watched, sulking and green with envy, as the other students file out of the classroom.

“Candy, come up to my desk and have a seat,” Professor Hardwick said.

Candy walked to the front of the classroom and had a seat in the chair next to Hardwick’s desk.

“Why the hell did you give me an ‘F,’ Professor?” she asked.

Hardwick raised his eyebrows.

“I’m going to let that go, Candy. We have much more serious things to talk about.”

“Such as?” she asked, crossing her arms and legs and revealing more than a little thigh as her plaid skirt rose higher.

“Such as copying another student’s answers.”

“I did not fucking copy another student’s answers!” she protested, uncrossing her legs and stomping her feet on the floor.

“Watch your language, young lady!” Professor Hardwick said. “You’re in enough trouble as it is. I watched you. Your head went up and down through the entire exam while you looked at Nicole DiFazio’s answers. That is plagiarism, and we have rules about it at the college. We discussed it in the very first class, and it’s in the student handbook online.”

“I didn’t fucking copy her answers!” Candy spat.

“Candy, I have enough information on you to recommend to Counseling that you be expelled. Let’s try a different tack. Why did you copy Nicole’s answers?”

Candy held her hand in front of her mouth as if in thought. She muttered something into her hand.

“What did you say?”

“I said, because I fucking don’t understand the fucking material!” she blurted.

Hardwick’s face reddened, but Candy didn’t give a shit. She hadn’t wanted to go to a private college anyway, but it was the only option her parents had given her. It was either that, or pay for it all on her own. Going here meant that all her expenses were paid, except for books.

“Anyway, I don’t give a fuck if I get expelled or not! It wasn’t my choice to come to this fucking…” She stopped only because she couldn’t decide what to call it.

“Watch your language, young lady! That’s not appropriate language for a lady to use.”

“Fuck that.”

Hardwick let out a loud sigh of exasperation.

“Did your parents ever spank you when you were younger?” Hardwick’s question came from left field. He was serious.

“What? No! How dare you fucking ask me that question?”

“Maybe that’s the source of your problem. ‘Spare the rod, spoil the child.’”

“Oh, for – that’s the most asinine thing I’ve heard in my life, Professor! How – Byzantine can you be? I fucking dare you to spank me! I’ll have the authorities on you so fast…”

“Okay, then – bend over the desk.”

“What?” Candy said quietly. Her defiance and flippancy had left. She blushed crimson.

“You heard me. Bend over the desk and raise your skirt.”

Confusion took over in Candy’s mind. No one had ever talked to her with such commanding authority. She’d heard it was because she was the baby of the family, the last of six kids.

She felt almost dizzy as she silently stood up and walked a few steps to the desk. Noticing a large bare space on its surface, she bent over it slowly. Then she hiked her skirt over her waist. The surface of the desktop felt cold on her braless tits. She was glad she hadn’t gone totally commando.

Head down, ass up Hardwick stood up, and locked the classroom door. Then he crossed over to her side of the desk. Candy felt embarrassed that her professor was now staring at her upturned butt.

“I could be trite and say this is going to hurt me more than it hurts you–but it won’t,” Hardwick said.

Crack! Went Hardwick’s bare hand on her bare ass cheek. She gasped, and felt her tender flesh jiggle. Thwack! It went on the other! Her butt and eyes burned. It was obvious he wasn’t going to go easy on her. Crack! Thwack! She bit her lip to keep from crying out, not wanting to give him the satisfaction that he actually affected her. Crack! She felt her pussy ooze. Thwack! What the hell? Why did this spanking make her pussy wet? Crack!

A memory came to her. Thwack!

She was sixteen, at a private boarding school a couple of hours from her parents’ house. She’d spoken rudely to one of the teachers, Sister Yvonne. The Sister had grabbed her by the ear and dragged her to her office. She told Candy to lift up her skirt, and bend over and grab her ankles. Then she proceeded to whack Candy’s butt with a paddle so hard that she lurched forward with each swat.

Candy didn’t know what was happening, but she felt warm and tingly inside. Soon she began moaning incoherently, her body flushed and warm. She started shaking.

Alarmed and sounding nervous, Sister Yvonne told Candy to stand up. She did, intending to ask the Sister what had happened. But the Sister’s face was red too, and she had a horrified expression on it. The Sister told Candy to leave her office and not mention the spanking to anyone.

For a few years Candy had been confused about it, but in the meantime she’d discovered how to masturbate. Through playful spanking with a boyfriend later, she discovered that it turned her on.

Shocked with this realization, Candy fought to retain her composure. Crack! She’d forgotten about this event, but remembered the spanking play with her boyfriend. Candy thought it was because of Calvin that she got all hot and bothered by the spanking.

Thwack! Now she knew the truth. Crack!

Candy’s pussy felt soaking wet, so wet her juice began to drip down her thigh. Thwack! Her ass stung, and her eyes watered. She couldn’t help it, so she gave in to the spanking.

“Ugh! Ugh!” she moaned at each swat.

“It’s about time you stopped being so quiet. I was starting to think you were enjoying it,” Hardwick said.

Crack! Oh, if only he knew! Thwack! Candy had lost count of the swats, but she thought they were nearing twenty. She had to do something before she came all over Hardwick’s desk. Bending over the desk further, she arched her back and pulled down her panties.

The swats stopped.

Crack! Went one more tentative swat on her ass. Did Hardwick lay that one on her because he liked it?

An “A” for a lay

Neither said anything. You could have cut the air with a knife with all the tension in it. Candy could hear Hardwick breathing, and wondered if he could hear her own hot breath. She knew he had to have seen the wetness between her thighs, the juice trickling down one. It seemed neither wanted to be the first to speak or act. Finally, Candy broke the ice. She jiggled her ass, just enough to get his attention.

“Please,” she whispered. “Please. Get me off with your fingers, anything. Being spanked turns me on, obviously.”

“What?” Hardwick asked incredulously.

“Get me off. I’m fucking wet and horny.”

“Unbelievable,” Hardwick said softly.

A moment later his finger drew a line up her thigh, tracing the trail of pussy juice. Higher and higher it went, to the inside of her upper thigh toward the core of her sex. Candy held her breath in anticipation. His finger continued along the juncture of her thigh, and then in a direct line to her hot cunt. He hesitated before touching it, but then he spread the lips with his finger and felt the honey inside her labia.

“Mm,” Candy moaned quietly. “That feels nice. Especially after a spanking.”

He felt her most intimate areas, stroking her clit, inserting a finger, massaging her mound. If she’d had any idea that her professor was such a skilled lover, she would’ve tried anything for an “A” earlier!

It didn’t take long for her to cum, as turned on as she’d gotten from the spanking. Hardwick placed one hand under her to massage her clit, and finger-fucked her from the rear with the other. Candy felt her mouth open in a wide “O” as she came, shuddering from her climax and soaking Hardwick’s fingers.

But he didn’t stop! He kept up the fingering until she was writhing on the desk, her legs spread lewdly wide, craving more. She found she could further stimulate her clit by pressing her mound against the edge of the desk.

Two fingers found their way inside her, pumping away at her wet sex and pulling at her lips. Being quiet was no easy task. He was driving her wild on purpose, trying to make her succumb somehow. Candy was sure he wanted her to scream in ecstasy, fall to the floor gasping for breath, beg him to fuck her hard.

It became a game. The harder she resisted, the more Hardwick ravished her. She couldn’t help herself, and came again, gasping and wheezing. Her juices spilled over the edge of the desk like a small waterfall. Candy lifted a leg and put it on the desk, so her snatch was wide open. Hardwick frigged her clit hard and pounded her with his fingers. Candy came again, collapsing on the desk and breathing hard.

Professor Hardwick removed his fingers from her, and stood to the side deep in thought. He seemed troubled. Candy saw a massive bulge in his slacks, and licked her lips. Edging off the desk, she took a couple steps, dropped to her knees, and turned him around to face her. She threw his zipper down, and couldn’t undo his pants fast enough. Then she threw his slacks and briefs down and saw it.

Before her stood the biggest cock she’d seen, in all its proud glory. Not that she was an expert on male anatomy, but still it was a work of art. She could see a glistening smear at the tip where his briefs had rubbed.

She approached it with a sense of awe and honor, and looking up at him as she reached out her hand to touch it. Her finger traced a circle around the soft spongy skin of the head, eliciting a moan from the Professor. Then she traced a circle around the purplish ridge before running her finger down its length.

Candy took the thick rod in her hand, then wrapped her fingers around the base. She made gentle jerking motions, not taking her eyes off his cock as she watched the skin move with her hand. She looked up at Hardwick with her deep brown eyes, almost asking permission to take it in her mouth. Hardwick nodded.

Candy leaned forward and wrapped her red lips around the head, opening wider than for other guys. She so wanted to feel the warmth of his shaft as it penetrated her throat, she knew she’d be up for the extra effort.

Closing her eyes and concentrating, she worked her mouth over the shaft as she felt it go deeper in her throat. Even with her best effort at trying to relax her throat muscles, she couldn’t take it all. She focused on sucking, something at which she had considerable more talent than physics.

Hardwick moaned as Candy slid her warm, wet mouth along his shaft. His moans combined with the hot action had made her pussy drip with an ache to be filled.

“Please,” Candy said. It was the first word spoken since Hardwick had fingered her. “Fuck me,” she said with breathless need. “On the desk.” She said this while bending over the desk and spreading her long legs. “If I don’t get that cock in me, I’ll go fucking crazy!”

Hardwick poised himself to give her what she wanted, and rubbed the head of his cock on her slit, making it nice and wet. He eased into her wetness, letting Candy get used to his girth.

“Oh my god! You have such a fucking incredible cock!” Candy moaned as she felt it slide into her spongy walls. She held onto the sides of the desk and hoisted herself up a bit, allowing Hardwick to take full advantage.

Candy felt filled and about to combust from the lustful heat in her loins. She reached her hand down to rub her clit. Harder. Faster. Her hand moved with a fury as Hardwick pounded at her from behind, trying to keep up. Candy’s white shirt rose up to the middle of her back.

“Fuck me! Fuck me!” she moaned, trying to be quiet.

Hardwick worked his way into her, so deep she could almost feel the heat of his shaft sear her. He held his cock there and pulled her back against him by her shoulders. She felt it throb and thicken inside her, bumping her cervix. Candy fell over the precipice.

“Oh god! Oh! I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” she moaned.

Hardwick pulled out, leaving a gaping void in Candy. He stifled a grunt, but groaned as hot spunk painted Candy’s lower back and butt.

“Oh yeah!” Candy moaned. “Feels so good on my back! Shoot it all, don’t hold back!”

She heard Hardwick grunting as he milked himself, felt the warm spurts of cream land on her skin. She slid off the desk and knelt in front of him.

Candy took the wilting dick in her mouth and massaged it, feeling the last sticky drops coat her tongue.

“Mm! That was yummy!” she said with big smile.

She’s like candy

Hardwick was silent. Candy’s face dropped. The weight of what they’d done hit her. She was sure it affected Hardwick too. He reached for a few tissues from the box on his desk, and wiped his cum from her back. Then he pulled up his pants and zipped them.

“Candy,” he began, but stopped.

“Are you okay?” she asked. There were tears in his eyes, and her words made them spill out and run down his cheek.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for that to happen. I don’t know what to do.”

“It’s not your fault, Professor. Being spanked turns me on, I don’t know why. I’m a bad girl, I guess.”

Hardwick said nothing, but his brief tears dried and a strange expression came over his face.

“Say that again.”

“What, that spanking turns me on?”

“No. The last sentence.”

“I’m a bad girl?”

“Yes, that’s it.”

“Uh-huh, I’m a very bad girl. Don’t you think I’m a bad girl, Professor… Hard…wick?”

She said his name while running a finger suggestively along her lower lip.

“Candy,” he whispered.

“You like it when I’m a bad girl, don’t you Professor? Do you like the way candy feels in your mouth? The way the sweetness glides down your throat?”

“Yes,” he said, in a voice dripping with lust. “Come here.”

Candy moved closer, her panties lying on the classroom floor, but her skirt had fallen into place.

“Yes, Professor? Candy, huh? You like the taste of candy?”

Hardwick’s strong arms went around her waist. Candy felt her skirt being lifted, and then his large hand went between her thighs from the back. This move sent Candy into a gasping, jelly-like state. Hardwick probed at her sheath with his fingers. His other hand went at her from the front, rubbing her clit.

Candy almost melted into the floor like butter. Her knees had gone weak, her head back as she gave in to this unexpected passion.

Hardwick rubbed from both ends. Candy seethed inside, moaning and gasping. The dam burst open, spilling her floodwaters across the landscape of Hardwick’s hands.

Candy held on to his chest, her arms wrapped around him as she came and came. It was the only thing that held her up and kept her from collapsing to the floor. Hardwick kept it up as she moaned and cried into his neck.

Her body lurched a couple of times, and then she was toast. She stood with her arms around him for some time, his around her as she sobbed and heaved.

“Look, Candy, I can arrange a tutor for you, if you’re interested,” Hardwick said at last.

“Okay.”

“There’s a student, Kent, a physics major who tutors on the side. I’ll get you two in touch.”

Professor Hardwick pulled away, but Candy didn’t want him to.

“I’d appreciate that, Professor Hardwick. I can’t afford to flunk any classes.”

“I don’t want you to.”

“Does he have as nice a cock as you do?”

“I wouldn’t have any idea!” Hardwick laughed. “But the female students seem to like him.”

Candy picked up her panties and put them on. Then she walked to the door. Putting her hand on the handle, she turned to him.

“And thanks for the spanking. I really needed it.”

With that, she opened the door, and walked into the hallway. She walked from the building, her pussy still dripping.