Alice woke up and lazily turned to the side, blinked a few times until her eyes could focus on the clock on the nightstand, when she managed to focus she saw that it read 7:20, she turned over in bed again and stretched.

"Ahh no, not again!!" She jumped out of bed and headed to the bathroom, took a quick shower, and got dressed. She grabbed a black sheath dress, a matching blazer, and black Louboutins with a matte patent finish, the classic red soles the highlight. She quickly chose her accessories: earrings, a necklace, a ring, and a watch, all pearls studded with tiny cubic zirconia stones. She dried her hair to a nearly natural, straight, wavy look, applied some light, simple makeup, and was ready. She grabbed her "C'EST DIOR" calfskin Dior bag, part of the new Fall 2017 collection, and looked in the mirror. She was ready. Her eyes automatically went to the clock. It was already 8:05, she should already be in class. She grabbed her smartphone and opened the app that, at that moment, would be her salvation...

She stepped out of the elevator, the hands on her wrist showing 8:25—thank goodness Uber exists. With a courageous sigh, she advanced toward the classroom door. Her pleading gaze met the professor's serious gaze. Despite his disapproving expression, he nodded. She lowered her eyes for no more than five seconds during the first step toward her usual spot. As she passed behind the professor, he almost smiled when he recognized the fragrance Olympea by Paco Rabanne that she left behind. She knew it was one of his favorites and that he loved it when she dressed well, but he couldn't let that cloud his judgment. She was late again, and he had warned her he wouldn't tolerate tardiness. Her mind returned to the class in front of her, waiting for the lesson to continue. Each time he glanced at Alice, she gently lowered her head and returned to look at him as a sign of respect and dedication.

The Business Law class had already lost its appeal; all he could think about was which of the many options he would choose to punish her. His mind was no longer focused, and she provocatively, thinking she had escaped punishment, bit her lip and pencil while crossing her legs, and thus continued the rest of the class. He playfully dismissed the class, ending another session, and the students began packing their belongings and heading to the next class, a jury trial. Alice followed the other students, being the last in the class to leave. The professor was saying goodbye at the door when she quickly and almost deftly left. He grabbed her arm and pushed her back into the room, locking the door again. She immediately knelt with her head bowed, awaiting the first order from the man who was not only her professor but also her master.

The professor opened his drawer, took out the handcuffs, and ordered her to raise both arms high. She obeyed immediately. He cuffed them and instructed her to keep them straight. He grabbed her body and made her lean her belly against the desk and pinned her arms to the back of the chair. He lifted the skirt of her dress and allowed her to gaze at a black lace lingerie set that contrasted with her pale skin, the thong tucked between her thighs. He caressed her from side to side, then his thumb held the string apart, allowing him to see her asshole, its folds almost intact. He always admired how, no matter how much he stretched her hole, after two or three days, it looked like a virgin again. He spat on her asshole, which reacted immediately, blinking and "swallowing" the spit. He repeated the movement, and her asshole reacted again. This time his thumb massaged her entrance. She bit her lip to keep from moaning, after all, he hadn't yet allowed her to show pleasure. She was crazy, and he loved it. His thumb began to press as if asking for entry. She relaxed and widened, and he took the opportunity to insert his finger. He began to move back and forth with his thumb while his other fingers squeezed her ass tightly. The thumb of his other hand began to dance boldly across her asshole, also asking for entry, and she gave in. The professor alternated the entry of his fingers, one coming out and the other going in. She was already wet and grinding against the finger that was invading her. The professor noticed her showing the first signs of nearing the peak of pleasure. He removed one of his fingers, caressing her ass, and just as she was about to cum, the first lash came, and she arched her body.

"I told you I wouldn't tolerate delays, didn't I?" He asked, preparing the next lash.

- Yes, sir! - A new lash came with the answer

- And even so the dog was late?

- Yes, sir! - Another lash.

"Do you like to catch a bitch? It must be because you insist on being late instead of waiting in the living room like your owner ordered you to."

- Excuse me sir! - Once again she arched her body, this time he gave her two lashes in a row.

- I will give you five lashes, alternating sides. You are being punished for not obeying my order. I want you to count each one, do you understand that?

"Yes, sir!" Upon receiving her affirmative response, he tore off the lace covering her sex and administered the punishment as promised. She told him, and by the end of the fifth, her bottom was red and burning. He put away the punishment instrument and walked over to her. He caressed her face and kissed her cheek. She looked up at him as his hand positioned itself under her chin and applied gentle pressure. His face was serene, his blue eyes deep and piercing, and at that moment, they were filled with pure emotion, desire, and passion. His lightly tanned skin and dark hair gave him an unparalleled beauty. "Thank you, sir, for the punishment; your servant has learned her lesson." He smiled in gratitude; they could finally have pleasure. His cock was already aching from his erection, and his underwear was slightly slick with pre-cum.

He took off his pants and his cock jumped straight out. He stepped with one foot on each chair that was next to him, one on the left and one on the right. He held on to the backrest where her arm was attached and his cock fitted the entrance of her pussy and thrust once quickly and hard. He pulled out of her completely soaked pussy and fitted his cock at the entrance of her ass. He kissed her back and buried his cock in one go. She moaned loudly. He tried to muffle the moan with a kiss. He remained still until she got used to the thick 20 cm rod that was in her ass. When she relaxed, he began a slow back and forth, enjoying every inch that went in and out. She raised her ass higher and he increased the pace. She whispered, asking for more, and the more she asked, the more he thrust. Bitch, whore, naughty, slut, that's what he called her and she responded "yes sir!" Every time he asked if she wanted more, she lifted her ass or wiggled in response. His balls slapped against her pussy, and as they moved away, they took with them the string of honey dripping from that woman. "Take the teacher's rod, my dear little student!" She moaned, asking for milk and saying she was going to cum through her ass. They both couldn't hold back any longer when he felt her ass swallowing his entire rod and nibbling with the contractions. He couldn't hold back any longer. His swollen head and his cock throbbing inside her ass began to release jets of cum inside her ass, and she felt the hot liquid and came even more. The liquid already dripping down her thighs made the scene even more sticky. Panting, he let his body fall on hers. They smiled. When his cock had tiredly softened, he pulled out of her. She licked and kissed him to clean off the rest of the cum. He got dressed, cleaned her with his mouth and dried her with a towel, unlocked the handcuffs, and kissed her on the mouth.

- I'll pick you up at home today, let's go out. I'll be there at 7 p.m. Don't be late.

He locked the drawer again, grabbed his briefcase, and left.

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