It began about halfway through my first semester of sophomore year at college. I was able to drift though my first year telling people that I would decide on a major later, this of course frustrated my parents but I didn’t care. I was having a great time hanging out with my friends and dating around a little. That semester I enrolled in a creative writing course because I figured it would be an easy A. I had no idea it would lead to me becoming a hopeless slave and devoted submissive to my Professor: Janet Hews. She was late to the first day of class- not uncommon in college. I remember catching my first glimpse of her as she strolled in 15 minutes after the planned start time. I judged that she was probably in her early forties, she wore a simple purple blouse and slacks with her dark hair up in a bun. She had a full body, thick but relaxed. She didn’t have anything to prove and as she briskly walked by my seat I got a view of her ass swishing back and forth under her black polyester slacks. She had small wrinkles around her large, dark eyes and smile marks that framed her full lips. I’ve never been into older women but something about her caught my eye. I pushed my initial attraction out of my mind to focus. “Well hello,” she began, smiling warmly. Her eyes glistened behind her framed turtle-shell glasses. “I’m professor Hews, but you can all call me Janet. I’d like to begin by getting to know everyone.” She pulled her chair in front of her desk and sat with her legs spread, unusual for a female professor. Almost instinctively, I looked down at her spread legs and noticed her thick thighs. My eyes lead to her crotch, I started imagining what she would look like naked. I couldn’t help myself. I was mesmerized for a moment too long because when I looked back up she was staring back at me, blank faced. I began to turn red, this is not how you want to make a first impression to your teacher. My eyes widened in fear. She looked back at me flatly, after a moment of silence her eyebrows then popped slightly and she spoke directly to me in an even tone. “And what’s your name?” “Uh L-Louis” I managed “And why did you take this class, Louis?” She answered. “I uh... I I don’t- um. I’m not” I couldn’t say that I was here for an easy grade, especially not after gawking at her like that. “Oh no stuttering already. Remember class confidence is key in writing, but worry not Louis, there’s plenty of time.” She smiled on the last few words and squinted her eyes a little. The class giggled at me, turning me more red and honestly making me a little angry. But Janet gave me a little shrug and wink that made me feel a little better, she was just ribbing me. The rest of the period went normally, we talked over the syllabus and went over what books we liked and didn’t like. Class ended and people began to file out. As I finished packing up my bag I turned to see Janet standing over my desk, looking down at me. Slowly, she lowered to my level and put her hand on my arm. “Hey I just wanted to make sure I didn’t hurt your feelings too much earlier, I was just teasing.” She said, squeezing my arm a little. “Oh that’s okay, I can take a joke” “I thought so, and it’s okay if you don’t know why you’re here. I’ll help you find your place.” “I appreciate it.” I answered. My eyes lingered on her lips as I answered, they were perfectly shaped and she had a light lipstick on. I watched them curl into a little smirk, she had again noticed my eyes lingering. Janet gave the same little eyebrow pop she did earlier and walked away. As the semester went on Janet and I started becoming close, which is to say I did everything in my power to become a teacher’s pet. I would show up early to class to chat with her. I always complimented what she was wearing or the way she was doing her and I would try to make her laugh until class started. Sometimes when we would talk she would gently caress her lips with the pen she was holding, all while looking me dead in the eyes. When that got me stuttering, she would give a little smirk before going back into whatever we were talking about. I was doing pretty well in the class, not great by any means but alright. I would participate a lot, mostly trying to make Janet laugh. She obviously liked me and that got me decent grades even though I was definitely half assing most of my assignments. I wouldn’t take more than an hour or so on each one before handing it in. One day before class I was in early as usual, talking to Janet and trying to be subtle as I let my eyes roll over her body. “Pretty shoddy work this week, Louis” “Oh I... You didn’t like it?” “I can tell when someone isn’t putting in any effort, Louis. I want you to come in for office hours later today. We have some things we need to discuss about your performance.” “Oh okay. I’ll see you then.” I was disappointed. I had slacked off too much and I’m worried I ruined what I had going with Janet. I slumped over to my seat and sat down. She barely looked at me for the rest of the class and left the moment it was over, walking right by me without so much as looking at me. The next two hours were anxious as I waited for office hours to open. I finally arrived, walking into her office to see her sitting behind a large wooden desk looking over some papers. “Close the door and take a seat.” She said, without looking up. I did so. I looked over the variou awards and degrees she had on her walls. After a few minutes she finished reading and moved her gaze to me. “I’m disappointed in you, Louis.” She began. “Oh no. I’m sorry Janet-” “You can call me professor from now on” she interjected. “I’m sorry... Professor.” I was sure our little friendship was over now. “You think just because you’re charming you don’t have to try, you can just sake by. I bet you’ve always been this way.” She said staring coldly into my eyes. “You’re probably right.” I said. She was. “I guess I’m going to have to spank you into shape.” She said, flatly again. When I heard this I laughed a little but her stare was unchanged. Was this serious? I began to feel myself start to get hard. “I uh... really?” “I think that’s exactly what you need. We can’t let this behavior go unpunished.” “Um if you think so... maybe you’re right.” Janet moved herself back in her chair revealing her thighs. She patted her lap softly. I was frozen, my eyes wide. “Stand up.” She said. “What?” “Stand up and come here.” My mind was racing. Was this really happening? I stood up and took shaky steps towards her. I stopped just a few feet away and Janet looked at me impatiently. She was messing with me. I was sure of it. She exhaled softly from her nose as she reached up and grabbed my crotch. She was not messing with me Involuntarily I made a noise somewhere in between a whimper and a moan. She smiled at the noise and pulled, dragging me by my crotch until I was close to her. “Take your pants and underwear off.” She stared up at me, unblinking. I couldn’t believe what was happening. I couldn't believe how hard I was. Janet got impatient and squeezed my cock and balls hard though my pants. I inhaled sharply and flinched in pain. “Now!” She said again. I did as I was instructed and pulled my pants and underwear off. I was trembling “Bend over my lap, Louis.” As I bent over her, she opened her legs slightly so my cock slid between her thighs. She tightened her legs around my dick. Before I could make sense of what was happening her right hand rose in the air and came down hard on my bare ass. This thrust me forward and my cock deeper between her legs like I was fucking her thighs, the mixture of pleasure and pain was intoxicating. Her hand came down again two more times and I yelped. Janet then took her other hand and grabbed a handful of my hair. She pulled my head up until it was right next to her face and I felt her full lips brush against me as she spoke calmly into my ear. “This is the punishment you need, do you understand me?” “Y-y-y-y-y-yes” Her hand came down again hard, cracking against my bare ass and pushing me again between her thighs. “I’m giving you exactly what you need, do you understand?.” Her hand came down again. I moaned in pain and she exhaled through her nose as I did. “Yes!” I said, the stinging pain building. Her hand came down again and she tightened her thighs around my throbbing cock. “Yes, what?” She spanked me again, harder now. “Yes, professor!” Her lips broke into a soft smile and her tongue came out of her mouth and grazed the edge of my ear slightly. “Good. Now what do you say when someone gives you what you need?” “Th-th-th-thank you, professor” Her hand came down harder than ever. “Again.” “Thank you, professor!” My words were getting caught and my voice was cracking . She spanked me again and tightened her legs more. I was close to orgasm. “Again.” “Thank you, professor!” This time I was almost screaming in response. Her hand came down again. I was right on the edge, one more and I would have made a mess right there in Janet’s office. But instead of her hand coming down again she pulled my hair around, turning my head so I was face to face with her. “Are you going to come Louis?” “I-I-I-I’m close.” “Absolutely not.” She pulled me off her thighs by my hair and looked at my leaking cock. “Don’t you dare come.” “Yes professor. I’m sorry” I said “Pull your pants up and get out of my office. I expect your work to improve” I managed to put my pants back on and stumbled towards the door of her office. “I’ll see you on Monday.” I walked out of her office and out into the courtyard, back to my dorm. I was frazzled, raw, and more turned on than I’ve been in my life.