241008態度が悪い子に理解させた件d2

The Naughty Punishment

As the door to the classroom creaked open, a young woman named Yumi sauntered in, her attitude as rude as the way she slouched into her seat. She was known throughout the school for her insolent behavior, her constant snide remarks, and her complete disregard for authority.

Professor Yamada, a strict disciplinarian in his fifties, had had enough. Today was the day he would teach this bratty student a lesson she would never forget.

As the lesson began, Yumi couldn’t help but interrupt with her snarky comments, rolling her eyes and sighing dramatically. Yamada tried to ignore her, but his patience was wearing thin. He needed to teach this disrespectful girl a lesson she wouldn’t soon forget.

When the class ended, Yumi made a move to leave, but Yamada called out to her. “Yumi, stay behind. We need to discuss your attitude problems.”

Yumi scoffed. “What, you’re going to punish me? Give me a detention?” She laughed mockingly.

Yamada’s gaze hardened. “No, Yumi. Detention isn’t enough. Today, you will learn a lesson much more thorough, and intimately personal.” He pulled out a thick leather paddle, the kind used for corporal punishment in schools.

Yumi’s eyes widened. “What the hell are you doing with that?”

“Turn around and bend over the desk,” Yamada commanded, his voice low and authoritative. “If you comply, this will go easier for you.”

Yumi hesitated, fear and excitement battling inside her. She’d never been spanked before, and the thought was thrilling and terrifying in equal measure. Taking a deep breath, she turned and positioned herself over the desk.

The first smack of the paddle against her ass sent a jolt through her body. “Ahhh!” she cried out, more in surprise than pain. The sting faded into a warm ache that resonated in her core. The next few strikes fell in quick succession, the leather thudding against her flesh. Tears pricked Yumi’s eyes, but she swore she could hear a tinge of pleasure in her own cries.

Yamada paused, caressing her reddened bottom. “This is for your own good, Yumi. I’m teaching you a lesson about respect.” He resumed the spanking, strikes falling on the same spots over and over until Yumi was writhing. Her pussy throbbed, arousal pooling between her legs. She was drenched.

Yamada felt her wetness, smelled her need. “Looks like you’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” His voice was husky with desire. “Getting turned on by your punishment.”

“No,” Yumi whimpered, but it came out more of a moan.

Yamada rubbed her swollen lips, slipping one finger between them to stroke her throbbing clit. Yumi gasped, pushing back against his hand. “You’re a naughty girl, Yumi. Needy and desperate for attention, even if it’s a spanking.” He unzipped his pants, freeing his hard cock.

“Professor…” Yumi protested weakly, even as her hips rolled against him, seeking friction. Yamada pushed inside her slick heat with one smooth thrust. Yumi cried out at the sudden fullness, her pussy stretching to take him. Yamada began thrusting, hard and deep, the desk rattling with each snap of his hips.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he grunted, his fingers digging into the flesh of her hips as he pounded into her. Yumi was helpless to do anything but take it, sparks of pleasure radiating from her over-stimulated clit. The dirty, forbidden nature of the act only heightening her arousal.

Yamada reached under her, pinching and rolling her clit between his fingers. Yumi keened, her inner muscles fluttering around his pistoning cock. She was so close, her body coiling like a spring ready to snap.

“Cum for me, Yumi,” Yamada growled, his pace becoming erratic. “Show me how much you’ve learned.” He pressed down on her clit hard, sending Yumi hurtling over the edge.

She convulsed, a scream of ecstasy torn from her throat as her orgasm crashed through her. Her spasming cunt milked Yamada’s cock, pushing him over his own precipice. He buried himself deep and came with a guttural moan, his hot seed flooding Yumi’s pussy.

They stayed locked together, ride panting. As the haze of lust began to clear, Yumi felt a deep blush spread over her skin. What had she done? She’d let her professor spank and fuck her! As the shame and arousal battled, one thing became clear – this wouldn’t be their last tryst.

Yamada withdrew, buttoning up his pants, his expression stern once more. “Think you can mind your manners now, Yumi?”

Yumi shook her head. “No, sir.” She’d tried to sound insolent, but her voice came out meek. “I think I’ll need more lessons.”

Yamada cracked a small smile, before his face hardened again. “Then I suggest you stop wasting my class time, or you’ll be staying after again. Understood?”

“Yes, sir,” Yumi compromised, hating how eager she sounded. The door closed behind her as she slunk out into the hallway, trying to look like a chastised student, and not a thoroughly fucked teen. Little did anyone know, this was only the beginning of Yumi’s extracurricular activities with her professor.