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My Professor's Desire

Having attended the university now for four years, I was fairly well acquainted with most of the faculty in the English department especially since I was an English major. When registering for classes for this fall semester I had noticed that Jana Seymour was teaching a course in Native American literature. I decided to sign up for it since I could use the exposure to new forms of literature, and I figured that I would enjoy the class also just because she was teaching it. When I was a freshman I had taken freshmen English from her, and had enjoyed it quite a lot. It was the kind of course that could have easily been very boring, but she ended up making it very interesting by going outside of the course objective and pulling in new material to teach from. She wasn't afraid to take risks. At the time of that class, she was working on her PhD and she ended up getting it when I was a sophomore. I ran into her after I heard the good news and was glad that I had the opportunity to congratulate her. I was surprised and pleased that she actually remembered me. She was teaching many large sections of freshman English, so I wasn't sure if she would remember one student. I didn't remember sticking out very much in her class, but that was just the kind of teacher she was. She really cared about her students. So with this background on her, I looked forward to spending the semester learning from her. I wasn't too much into Native American culture or anything like that, but I thought that it would still be interesting to read some of their literature. I was an avid reader whose tastes weren't very particular. When I walked into the classroom on the first day, it was with a great deal of anticipation. It was a small classroom, and when I arrived there were already four other people in there. I recognized a couple of them as being English majors that I knew so I went in and talked to them. A few more people showed up, rouding out the class to twelve by the time Jana showed up. My breath caught as she walked in the door. I knew she was beautiful, but it was like I was noticing this for the first time. She was in her mid thirties with long white-blond hair. Her hair hung straight and loose behind her, falling to mid back. She had sparkling wide green eyes and a long thin nose set in a heart shaped sculpted face with high cheekbones and full lips. She was about five five with small breasts and thin hips. She didn't wear any makeup, but she wasn't really the type who wore it, so this didn't surprise me. To my eyes she looked more beautiful because she didn't wear it. She was wearing a light cotton blouse with Native American designs on it and Native American beaded earrings. "Hello class," she exuberantly greeted us, rushing into the room. Jana always seemed so full of energy. I think that was part of the reason she was able to keep her students interested in the topic. She was able to infuse some of that energy into us. "Well, I see some people in here that I recognize," she said, scanning the room with a bright smile on her gorgeous face. "Hi, Trevor," she said, calling out my name. "I'm glad to see you're taking this class." "I'm glad to be taking the course," I answered. "Good," she answered. "And Sarah, you're in here too," she continued, addressing the woman a couple seats over from me. "Hi, Jana," Sarah answered. "It's good to see so many people interested in Native American literature," Jana began. "I hope you're all looking forward to an insightful semester, because that's what I'm going to give you. First things first though." Here she stopped and handed out the syllabus. "My name is Dr. Jana Seymour. I would like it if you would use my title as often as possible, because I worked very hard for it," she said in a light, humorous tone. There were some chuckles in response. "But it's not necessary. You may call me Jana if you like. I'm comfortable with that. It helps me think that I'm your age and not as old as I am." There were some more chuckles. After her introduction she moved on to explain the course and what we would be studying that year. The hour passed too quickly and soon I had to leave her, but the time was well spent.

In the Principal's Office

Your mind drifts back to when you were 16 years old and still in high school. You were well developed for your age. Your pretty athletic figure coupled with your large firm breasts made you one of the most attractive girls in your school. On this day in particular, you remember being in school on a cool fall day... You are having a lot of trouble staying awake in your math class because of the night before. Last night you ended up going out with a few of your more rambunctious friends. You got a little drunk and before the night was over, you had used some spray paint on the school wall in the courtyard. Today you're feeling a little guilty. It's not like you to be so naughty. Usually you're such a good girl. Hopefully, you think, this will all just fade away as a bad memory. "Sharon!", you hear, "Are you asleep?" The sound breaks you out of your daydream. Your math teacher is looking at you intently. "I called your name twice!". "No sir.", you reply quietly embarrassed, "I'm sorry. I'll try to be more attentive." "Good", says Mr. Galbrith, "Well, you can be more attentive down at the principal's office because I just got a note that he wants to see you." Your heart leaps to your throat as feel a wave of panic wash over you. Your hands are trembling as you gather your books and head down the corridor towards the office. You go to the principal's office where his secretary instructs you to sit down on the bench to wait. You sit down on the hard wooden bench and wait quietly. Your mind is racing. You are sure that the principal knows what you did last night! You have never really been in trouble before and you feel close to tears as you think about what will happen if your parents find out. Your palms are moist as you sit passively, waiting. "You can go in now Sharon.", says the secretary. "You get to your feet, nervously open the door to the principal's office and enter. The door closes behind you. Mr. Bolden is sitting behind his desk. You put your books down and stand in front of his desk and wait for him to say something. He doesn't say anything for a moment but he looks upset. Finally he looks right at you, "Well?", he says in a load stern voice, "What do you think are done with vandals in this school." You hang your head in shame as a blush hits your face. You don't know what to answer but he answers for you. "I'll tell you!", he shouts, "We call the police and we let them handle it!" You are sniffling now, close to tears. He continues to yell at you. Finally, he pushes his chair back from his desk. You think that he will be standing up but he doesn't. "You have been a very bad girl Sharon.", he says in a low stern voice, "Come here." With your head still bowed, you walk slowly around his desk to stand before him. "Lie over my lap young lady. You're going to be punished." Your head shoots up to look at him, your eyes wide as saucers in disbelief. Surely he can't mean that he would spank you just like a little girl! You shake your head almost automatically as you say no. His large hands shoot out to grab your wrists and before you can even think about it, you are lying across his broad lap with you head facing the floor only a foot away. One of his large hands is holding you firmly at the small of your back and you feel the other start to lift your navy blue skirt up to your waist. You begin to struggle frantically, trying to avoid the humiliating punishment. "STOP IT!", he shouts in a loud commanding voice. Despite yourself, you are still. You reach forward with your hands to steady yourself against the floor and then you lie passively awaiting whatever he will do to you. You have it coming, you think as your skirt is carefully tucked into your waistband thus exposing your white cotton panties to his gaze. A moment later, his hand begins pulling the panties down your legs. He stops when they have reached your knees. You close your eyes, mortified that this strange, powerful man has exposed you totally while you remain helpless in his control. His hand now cups your exposed bottom and you feel it gently caress you. You turn beet red, not knowing what will come next. His broad, strong hand now begins to smack your bottom. At first, the strokes are very light, almost a feather touch, but gradually he begins hitting harder. Your breathing quickens. You can't believe that you, a sixteen year old girl are actually receiving a bare-bottomed spanking at the hand of your principal. His strokes are quite heavy now and you feel the stinging heat of the spanking travel through you. Each smack causes you to gasp and the strokes are both painful and oddly exciting. In another moment the combination of the humiliation and the pain in your tender bottom is too much and you start crying. A couple of very hard smacks later and he stops. You get to your feet and pull up your panties as quickly as you can manage. "Oh no you don't young lady. You've been a bad girl and you're not leaving so fast. Go over into that corner and stand there facing it.", says Mr. Galbrith. You hesitate for a minute, desperately wanting to pull down your skirt to cover your little girl panties. "Right now Sharon!", he says. You blush as you walk over to the corner to stand facing it passively. "Now get those panties down.", says the principal. You close your eyes at the humiliation, knowing that you are powerless to disobey him. Very slowly, you start to pull down your panties while you look at the wall. Your hot red buttocks come into view and you stop. "All the way off.", says Mr. Galbrith menacingly and you hook your thumbs into the flimsy undergarment to follow his instructions. He picks the panties up off the floor to put them on his desk. You are now standing facing the corner of the room with no panties on and your skirt tucked into the waistband thus exposing your well punished bottom completely. You have never been so embarrassed and the silent tears roll down your cheeks. He leaves you there for perhaps ten minutes. It seems like ten hours with every second an eternity of wondering if someone will come into the office to see you naked as you are. Finally, he tells you to turn around and to lower your skirt. You do so gratefully. The tears are over now but you feel the heat of the spanking coursing right through your body. "I don't want to ever hear about you getting in trouble again.", he says, "I'm not going to tell your parents about this time but if I ever find you in here again, you will be very sorry. Now get out of here." You grab your books and leave the office. The secretary smiles at you knowingly and you blush yet again at the humiliation of her knowing. You are walking slowly down the corridor back to class when you realize to your horror that your panties are still back in the principal's office. You know that you will not go back there to ask so, reluctantly, you continue on back to your next class very conscious of your naked body beneath your skirt. The rest of the day passes in a sort of haze as the vivid memory of the spanking keeps running through your mind. You are both troubled and strangely excited by what has happened. Sitting down, you feel the heat from your buttocks spreading out through your whole body. You are sure that everyone knows and that every boy is looking at you knowing that you have no panties on. Your breasts are in a continual state of arousal and you go to the bathroom to remove your bra. Your nipples are erect and you look in the mirror to see how they poke out of the fabric. By the end of the day your pussy is soaking wet and you are more turned on than you have ever been in your life. As soon as classes are over you go to the gym to find your boyfriend Robert. Robert is shooting baskets in the gym all by himself. You and Robert haven't made love yet, you have been saving yourself for a special occasion. Tonight might be the night, you think to yourself as you run your hands over your overexcited body. You have been on the pill for a couple of months and tonight it may come in useful. Robert sees you right away and runs over. "Are you the only one here?", you ask sexily. Robert looks at you curiously, "Yeah,", he says, "At least for the moment." You look around nervously. If he doesn't touch you right now, you are going to scream. You reach over and grab his head your tongue snakes into his mouth as you give him a strong, sexy kiss. "Mmmmm", he murmurs. You feel his bulge spring up in his shorts. You reach down to squeeze it. His eyes open wide at the touch. You have never been so aggressive. You take his hand and pull it up under your skirt and right onto your naked, soaking pussy. "Wow!", he gasps as he touches you for the first time ever. You take his hand and drag him into the boys locker room. "Sharon! What are you doing.", he exclaims You take a quick look around to make sure you are the only ones there. You reach down and with one smooth motion, pull off your sweater to expose your naked breasts. Your nipples are already hard. In fact, your entire body is in heat. You pull his shorts and underwear to his ankles in one yank and immediately wrap your mouth around his erect organ. He throws his head back and moans out loud as your tongue runs up and down his cock. You slide it deep into your throat and enjoy the feeling of his flesh pulsing inside of you. You push him back onto a bench so he is lying on his back and you sit astride him facing backwards. You feel his hands lift your skirt and begin to stroke your hot buttocks. It takes only a minute before his tongue is running the length of your wet slit. The sensation is unique and you redouble your efforts at sucking him. Just as you are about to come you get up. You turn around facing him and lower your body so that his throbbing cock is barely touching your pussy. You wait for a moment experiencing the delicious anticipation. This will be it, you think to yourself as you slide down slowly, an inch at a time, feeling his hardness fill you completely. When you are completely impaled you pause for a moment savoring the sensation. Your bottom, still burning from the spanking you received earlier is pressing down against his body. Now you begin to raise and lower your body in an ever increasing rhythm, bouncing up and down. His large, strong hands find your breasts and begin pulling at your long brown nipples. The sensation drives your passion to the boiling point and you cry out as your body tightens in what is the most luscious sensation you have ever experienced. You feel Robert's body stiffen as his come shoots deep into you in spasm after spasm. You lean down to rest your head on his hairy chest basking in the warm afterglow of your first love making.

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Prince and his Princess

I was born and raised on a farm just south of Atlanta. Our farmhouse is one of the old style homes with a porch running around three sides of the first floor. I used to climb out on the porch roof and run around to the old apple tree on the side of the house when I wanted to get out without my parents seeing me. One night when I was sneaking out to go with some friends I passed by my younger sister's window and noticed that her shade wasn't pulled all the way down. Leaning down, I looked into her room to see her in front of her full length mirror dressed only in bra and panties. Apparently she was admiring her budding fourteen year old body since she twisted and turned, watching her reflection. She turned sideways and sucked in her breath, forcing her chest outward and her flat stomach even flatter. Her hands went to her breasts and she lifted them higher, watching the white flesh bulging out of the top of the cups. I decided that my friends would have to do without me that night, and I sat on the porch roof and watched her reach behind to unsnap her bra, letting the cups slide down her arms and onto the floor.