Part 1:

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I got back to my dorm and jerked off immediately. Honestly, for the rest of that week I was jerking off almost constantly all while thinking about Janet. I ran our meeting over and over in my mind. I thought about her hand swinging down and cracking on my bare ass over and over. I thought about the feeling on her thighs squeezing around my cock. Sometimes I just thought about feeling her warm breath on my ear as she whispered her commands to me.

Needless to say I worked a lot harder on my assignment that week. I only went out once and aside from jerking off, I spent most of my time at home working. Next week when class ended I waited after. Janet stayed at her desk, looking at her phone. I walked to the front of the room, sat next to her, and waited for her to address me. I had my short story in hand and staring up at her waiting for attention I probably looked like a little puppy. I liked the feeling. I wanted her to approve of me, I wanted her praise, but at the same time I yearned for her to put me in pain. I was confused and desperate. Finally, Janet put down her phone and turned to me. 

“Yes?” She asked, like she was confused as to why I was staying after to talk to her.

“I worked really hard on my short.” I said confidently. “I really think you’ll like it, I think you helped me.” I said stuttering a little at the end. 

“I know.” Janet answered flatly as she took my story and began to read. 

Her eyes darted calmly from one side of the paper to the other. She read fast, finishing the first page in around 5 seconds. I watched with my head down. She flipped to the last page and then checked the back to see if there was any more. There wasn’t. 

“Hmm.” Janet pursed her lips.

“Is it better?” I asked.

“Better sure, but it really seems like you could've done more.”

“Professor, I’m sorry, I mean I barely left my dorm last week, I was in my room the whole time.”

“You were in your room writing the whole week, Louis?” Janet squinted at me.

“Y-yes.” I stuttered out. 

Janet looked over my shoulder as the last two other students filed out of the room.  

“Well if that’s really all you did I suppose you deserve some kind of reward.” Janet said with a smile. She reached out and touched my chest and then slowly slid her hand down my abdomen to my waist. Janet unbuckled my belt and reached into my underwear where her hand grazed past my rapidly hardening cock. Looking me dead in the eyes, her hand passed down and held my balls. 

“Tsk tsk tsk,” Janet said as she gently squeezed. “Empty.” She said slowly, shaking her head. My cock was fully hard now and peeking up over the tip of my underwear. Janet moved her and up it slowly and started rubbing the tip against my stomach. She leaned in so her mouth was just a few inches from mind

“You’ve been jerking off, haven't you, Louis?” 

“Y-y-yes, profesor.” I answered.

“What do you think about when you do?”

“You, I think about you and how you spanked me, Professor”

Janet laughed a little at that. Her hand moved down again and started gently tugging on my balls. I started to make little involuntary moans each time she did.

“How many times did you come thinking about me?”

“F-f-five times...” I trailed off.

Janet’s hands cupped my balls and she squeezed harder this time. I twitched forward, and I inhaled quickly. 

“This empty and you only jerked off five times?” She asked, impatiently. 

“Five times a day!” I answered, honestly.

Janet chuckled at that. “Wow you weren’t supposed to enjoy our little meeting that much Louis, but I suppose I’m flattered. The only problem is you said you were in your room writing all week, but you were busy jerking off thinking about me.” 

Janet’s clenched her hand around my balls sending a sharp and constant pain through my body. I lurched forward into her, burying my head in her shoulder. Janet grabbed me by the neck and pushed me back into my chair. 

“Don’t you fucking dare lie to me again, Louis, do you understand me?” She said, still squeezing my balls.

“Yes professor! I’m sorry!”

“No jerking off for the next week, you’ve lost that privilege.”

I could barely breath between the pain and her grabbing my neck, but I managed to squeak out again. “Yes professor.”

“Good, now go.” She said, releasing me. “And show me how much you’re willing to apply yourself.”

I panted, taking deep breaths in an effort to compose myself. When I got myself together I looked up to Janet. She was grading papers, silently. Not looking at me at all. I got up, took my bag and left.

When I got home I sat at my desk and took a moment to compose myself. Again I was playing our interaction over and over in my head. I couldn’t stop thinking about her. Her hand clenching my neck and squeezing my balls it was almost too much. I was hard thinking about it and I took out my cock and wrapped my hand around it. But I stopped there. She said no and I was going to obey her. I pulled my hand off and took some deep breaths at my desk. Then I took out my laptop and began to type. I didn’t leave my room that week. I threw all pretense out the window. I began to write a story about a 20 year old boy being seduced and dominated by an older woman. It was unambiguous and completely unhinged. I was embarrassed writing it but I couldn't stop. I wrote about my desire to serve her, my need to bend to her will, to relinquish control and belong to her. Come wednesday I had about 25 pages of pathetic depravity. I made cuts and edited. I poured over the pages over and over again. Often I was hard doing so but I didn’t dare touch myself. The next class I handed it in at the beginning of class and waited like a puppy again when it ended. 

Janet, sitting at her desk, preoccupied as usual was wearing a tight black sweater and had on red lipstick. As she touched her pen to the end of her full lips I stared at her googly eyed. She glanced up from the papers in front of her. 

“Office hours, Louis” she said and walked out of the room. 

This time I waited outside her room for the hour and a half between the end of class and the beginning of office hours. I rocked back and forth in my chair waiting. 

Finally she opened her door and glanced left and right. She nodded her head back, beckoning me to come inside. She watched me enter her office and closed the door behind me.

Once inside Janet stepped close to me and looked me up and down. With one hand she slowly pushed me against the wall. 

“I read your story, Louis, if you can call it that.” She said, still looking me up and down. 

“I hope it was up to your standard, professor. I worked hard on it.” She laughed a little at that. 

“It was clear you put in the work, it wasn’t subtle either” 

She brought her and up to my mouth and I opened it. She slipped one of her fingers into my mouth and moved it slowly in and out. 

“You were so honest about your desires, it was cute really.” She took her hand out and grabbed my face. “One little spanking and some demands and you’re ready to give yourself over to me, it was almost too easy.” 

Janet moved her hand slowly down my body and started to unbuckle my pants. 

“Let’s see how obedient you were”

She put her hands down my pants, past my hardening cock and to my balls. She squeezed ever so slightly and squinted her eyes. 

“Mmm nice a full, you were and obedient little boy this week weren’t you”

“Yes professor” I answered. She smiled at this and kept squeezing my balls slowly. 

“Such a good boy. Maybe you deserve a reward.” Her hand moved up to my cock and started working up it slowly, teasing the tip of it ever so slightly. She took her other and it put it around my neck, slowly pushing me against the wall. “Do you like it when I hold you against the wall like this”

“Yes professor” I answered.

“That’s right, Louis.” She began stroking my cock slowly. “You like being my little obedient little bitch” I was already ready to cum. It had been so long and this was all I wanted.

“Yes professor”

“Say it.”

“I like being your obedient little bitch, professor.” I answered, trembling. She moved her hand from my throat and grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled. “That’s a good boy. And you didn’t masturbate once because you come only when I tell you.” I winced in pain.

“Yes professor” My voice was shaky and weak. Her stroking sped up just slightly. 

“This is my cock, isn't’ it?”

“Yes it is professor”

“Say it to me again.”

“M-m-my cock belongs to you, professor”

“Good boy. Now say it again.” She sped up her stroking more. I was on the brink I don’t know how much more I can handle.

“My cock belongs to you, professor!” She sped up more and pulled my hair harder.

“Again.”

“My cock belongs to you, professor” She gave ten more quick strokes and stopped. She pulled my head around so I was looking right into her eyes. She stared at me for a second with a satisfied smile on her face. She leaned in and licked up my face and put her lips close to my ear. She squeezed my cock ever so slightly as she did.

“Do you want me to make my little cock come?”

“Y-y-y-y-y-yes please, professor”

“Then beg for it.”

“Please professor, please! Please I’m your bitch professor please make me cum please, please.” She leaned back and looked me in the eyes again with that same evil smile on her face. 

“Good boy.” She began stroking again hard. “Cum for me.” I did, twitching and moaning as I released a weeks worth of cum.

“T-t-t-thank you professor!” I cried as I was spurting out my last drops. Janet brought her hand up to my face, it was covered in my cum. 

“Lick.” She said and watch as I licked her hand clean. “Good boy.” She the slapped me across the face, kind of playfully. “Now go.” I pulled up my pants and walked out of her office. As I left I looked back at her, her hand on the door. 

“Poor boy,” She said. “You have no idea what you’ve gotten yourself into.” She closed the door on my face.