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I had caused Mr. Brent enough embarrassment all semester long, just being rude, always talking and getting others to follow in my bad example. He was a good teacher who didn't deserve my disrespect. I knew an apology was in order, but I didn't know how to go about it. I decided to wait until after class one day when everyone had left, and it was just the two of us. I told him how sorry I was for my behavior and how I knew it had made his job harder. Reassuring him that it wouldn't happen again. Mr. Brent told me he appreciated my apology, and we left it at that, or so I thought. 

As I turned to walk out the door, he stopped me and said that there was something I could do to make it up to him if I was really sorry.

"Of course, I'll do anything," I replied.

More than anything, I knew I wanted to make it up to him. I had been horrible to him for far too long. 

He asked me to lock the door and come back to his desk. He stood there with a firm look in his eyes. I became shy under his firm gaze. Not knowing what he was going to ask of me. 

"Take off your clothes right now!"

I hesitated for a bit, unsure of what to do. This was my professor!

"Come on, just do it," he said. "You have made a fool of me this whole semester Samantha, and now it's your turn to learn a lesson."

"I'm glad you finally came and apologized to me, but that's not good enough Samantha; you knew what you were doing this whole time, mocking me in front of everyone!" "You're going to get the same treatment." 

Nervous but wanting to please him, I slowly began to strip my clothes off. 

"Faster!" he barked.

Standing there completely naked and shameful, he took his time admiring my tight, supple body. "Now, do you understand why it's not a good idea to be disrespectful to your teacher?" he asked with a smirk.

I nodded, blushing in embarrassment.

Grabbing me by my wrist, he harshly flung me around and pushed me down onto his desk. 

Pulling off his belt, and he began to lash me with it, telling me to apologize for being disrespectful in class.

 "You're going to learn your lesson today; you will no longer embarrass me after this!"

"Do you understand, Samantha!"

I tried to mumble an apology, but my protests were silenced by his harsh spanks and warm, intense pain.  

He finally stopped to rub my warm, beat red ass cheeks, whispering in my ear.

"Don't act like you don't like it!"  

He slipped a finger between my thighs, feeling how wet he just made me.

"I knew you would like getting spanked!" 

He arrogantly slipped his finger deeper inside me. It felt insatiable.

I needed someone to take that control from me. My body began to melt, curving toward him and opening my legs to take more inside me. I couldn't help but gasp and moan, gripping onto his desk tighter and tighter. I knew I was about to cum! 

"Please, Mr. Brent, can I cum! Please!"

"I'm glad you asked for permission, or I would have had to spank you again. And the answer is No, you are going to hold out!"

"Omg, no, please let me cum!"

"You heard me, I said No!"

Stunned, he wasn't going to let me cum. I gripped the desk even harder. My body began to tremble like a  harsh wave.

My knees were getting weaker, and I could barely stand. His thick fingers were rocking and massaging the inside of my pussy in a way I had never felt before. He leaned in and whispered to me "I want you to beg me to let you cum."

"Oh my God, fuck, please let me cum, Mr. Brent; I want to cum so bad!"

That's not convincing, Samantha; come on, I know you can do better than that." 

Please, please, pleeeaaaseee! Let me cum, please, Mr. Brent!" 

My knees are shaking, and I feel like I'm almost halfway to the ground. 

"I want to cum so bad. Please, oh God, I want to cum!" 

"Do it now, Samantha cum all over my fingers!" "Be a good girl for me!" 

Releasing all of my tension from between my legs on him, feeling a gush of juices squirt down his arm and all over the floor. Screaming in ecstasy, I collapse onto him, falling back into his chair. Mr. Brent wraps his arms around me, kissing my neck and reaching my pussy lips to rub my juices all over me.  His cock is solid, hard, and throbbing inside his khakis.  He reaches behind me to unzip his pants and rustles around, finally pulling it out. I'm flustered to see how big it actually is! Leaning forward, I spread my gorgeous ass cheeks apart, exposing those bald pussy lips to his cock! He pulls me back down on top of his cock, making me take it all the way deep inside of me! He grips my ass tight and spanks me again hard! 

"Show me how sorry you are; bounce on my cock!" 

I begin working my hips up and down, bouncing deep into his lap. Feeling every inch of his manhood throbbing inside me. Working my hips, proving the worth of my apology to him. I stop to grind our loins long into each other. Rubbing my clit on his balls. 

"Oh fuck, that feels so good!" Mr. Brent moans out as I watch him lay his head back. 

He grips my sides, holding me onto him tight. His hips pick up as he begins pounding me hard!

 I scream out as I feel him release his huge warm load inside me. 

"Mr. Brent, omg, did you just cum inside me?" 

"Yes, I told you I was going to teach you a lesson, but that last part was just for me." He chuckled.

"Now get on with your classes; I can presume that this will never happen again, right Samantha?" 

"Yes, Professor!" "Good, get your clothes on and leave." 

Mr. Brent starts to put his cock back in his pants; he fixes his glasses and straightens back up to his desk. I get dressed and quietly head out the door to finish my other classes.