See me after class
It was my freshman year in college, so that would mean I was 18 at the time. It seems like a lifetime ago, but at the same time the memory is as vivid as if it happened yesterday.
Dr. Sands was the prof. that nobody wanted, he had a terrible reputation. Not only were his classes extremely difficult, it was also rumored that he had a hard time keeping his hands off his young male pupils. Since it was my first term, I only heard these things after I was in the class, so I had no warning beforehand.
My first impression of him was that he was old. He had to be in his 70's. My next impression was that he was strange. He had a bizarre sense of humor and he definititely flirted openly with his male students. It made me feel strange too. I had led something of a sheltered life and was unsure how to deal with the situation. I think it is fair to say I was at the same time attracted and repulsed by his attention for me.
One day, his favorite student (a tanned, muscular jock type) was working a problem on the board and he made an obvious, stupid error. It is probably fair to say he was a little nervous! Dr. Sands suddenly reached out and slapped the young man firmly on the behind. The jock suddenly turned a bright shade of red and the rest of the class sat in stunned disbelief. This was a little blatant even for weird old Doc Sands!
My own reaction surprised me. After the initial shock wore off, I began to imagine myself on the receiving end of that swat, and for reasons I didn't have a good grasp of at that time, the idea was pleasing to me.
Dr. Sands eventually noticed that I was staring at him, lost in thought, and when I came back down to earth I realized he was smiling a wicked smile at me. After class that day, I was the last one to leave, and not surprisingly Dr. Sands said he wanted a word with me. He told me I was doing fairly well in his class, but that he thought I would be doing even better if I would come by for some individualized tutoring.
"You have some bad habits that need to be corrected" he said menacingly.
I hesitated only momentarily before I agreed to stop by his office late that afternoon to discuss my special training. I was nervous the rest of the day, but at the same time anxious for the time for my little appointment to arrive. Finally it did.
The building seemed empty at 5:00, but at the end of the hallway I could see Doc Sands light was still on. My heart was pounding in my ears as I made my way down the hall. He greeted me with a warm smile as I appeared in the doorway.
He told me to have a seat and complimented me for being on time. I relaxed just a little. Then he wheeled his chair closer to me and put his hand on my knee. He asked me if I enjoyed seeing him render the much needed discipline to my classmate eariler that day. I said that I had, and smiled in spite of my nervousness.
He then asked me when was the last time I had received similar discipline, and I told him that it had been many years since my last spanking.
"I think you are overdue, what do you think?" he asked.
I stared at him for a while, and briefly considered giving in to my fear and bolting, but his eyes seemed to hold me in my chair.
I surprised myself by answering "I'm in your hands Sir."
Delighted, the old man ordered me to get up and close and lock his office door. Meanwhile, he went over and closed the blinds on his window. I knew there would be no turning back now!
He pulled the chair out away from his old wooden desk and told me to come and lean across it. As soon as I had complied I felt him grab the back of my neck with his left hand, and he told me not to move unless commanded to do so. He paused for what seemed like an eternity, I suppose to allow the anticipation to build.
Then I felt a firm blow on the seat of my jeans and heard a loud slap of his hand on the denim. He gave me about ten nice hard whacks in a steady rhythym.
"Are you enjoying this?" he asked me.
"Yes" was all I could manage to say, but enjoy didn't begin to describe how this was making me feel!
"I bet I can make it better for you," he added.
He moved behind me, reached around my waist, and unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans. I could feel his erection pressing against me as he slid my pants down to my ankles. Then he let his fingers caress my own growing erection through my white cotton briefs. "You ARE enjoying this," he observed.
He moved back to my side, put his left hand back on my neck, and proceeded to deliver about 20 more hard blows to my less-protected bakcside. As the pain increased, so did my excitement. I realized I was beginning to flinch involuntarily with each swat. He giggled at this and continued his work.
"Enough with the preliminaries, time to get down to business!" he declared. With no further warning he yanked ny briefs down without releasing his firm hold on my neck.
Instead of continuing immediately with his work, he instead rubbed my pink little ass for a bit, and whispered some rather pointed expletives that I can't exactly remember at this point. (He was getting distracted!)
Soon enough though he returned to the spanking. If I was enjoying being spanked through my clothes, being spanked on the bare was 10 times more pleasing! The sound of a hand slapping bare skin, the sting of a hand on an unprotected ass, the complete feeling of vulnerabilty. I slipped into a kind of euphoria I had not experienced before and started to moan softly after each blow.
At some point I realized he had stopped spanking me and was rubbing me again, harder that before though. He had apparently had all the he could take, even if I hadn't!
Without saying a word, he moved behind me again. I heard a zipper, the soft rustle of polyester, and then suddenly he was inside of me. This was unexpected, but I guess it shouldn't have been. This too was a new experience for me, one that for some reason I hadn't considered.
But at that point I was in no mood to resist him anything, so I just gave in to the experience. This feeling too was painful yet exhilirating, though perhaps not in the same way.
He started out slow and shallow, then gradually thrust himself into me deeper and faster. One thing was for sure, this was something he had been waiting for a long time and he was going to enjoy it!
He waited until he had almost brought himself to climax before reaching around and stroking my own erection (which by that time I had all but forgotten about.) We ended up coming together, he inside me and me all over his notes and books. He actually had the nerve to say I had another beating coming for messing up his work space!
Once we had separated I quickly dressed myself again and said I really needed to be going. Before he would let me leave, he made me promise that I would come to his house that Saturday night for a little party he would be throwing. He guaranteed me I would enjoy myself.
Of course I ended up going, and I ended up being the night's entertainment! But that is another story, for another time.