Peril, The Professor, Spanking
DAVID 166
“Slow down!” the Professor ordered.
And so David hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his briefs and inched them down slowly. The back clung to the upper curve of his ass, and then all at once, it slid down to encircle his hips. He moved the briefs down his thighs and slowly bent over to step out of them. He was surprised that the professor did not ask him to turn so that he could savor the uncovering of the muscular rump and titanic thighs, but he surmised that the professor knew he’d be seeing his plump buttocks more closely soon enough. As he stripped, he had not looked up at the older man once. He couldn’t bear to see the leer, and the satisfied smile, and so he kept his eyes on the floor the whole time. With one hand, he leaned against the desk, turned his leg and bent it, hooked his thumb into the elastic of his sock and tugged it off. When the other one was off, he stood there naked, somehow feeling the heaviness of his cock more than usual.
The professor made him stand there for a full two minutes, and it became a game of seeing who would say something first. David won. The professor had his momentary fill of ogling the young man, and then walked behind his desk and returned with the chair. He placed it in the middle of the floor, sat down, and ordered: “Come here.”
David approached, head down.
“Lie down across my lap!”
That was another rare moment of satisfaction. David did as he was told… all at once. He bent over the old man’s thighs and leapt forward, practically diving into position. Hundreds of pounds of hard, young muscle descended on the spindly thighs instantly.
With a “Ooof!”, the professor trembled, laying one hand on the boy’s thighs to push him off, and then catching himself. His eyes wide and his mouth agape, he steeled himself to ignore the unexpected pressure on his thighs.
David smiled. He relaxed totally, so that his immense mass centered itself at the hips.
“You think I can’t take this, don’t you?” asked the professor, breathlessly.
David said nothing.
“Move up!”
David moved one leg, as though to stand.
“No, you fool!” the professor snapped. “Move your hips up. I want your cock between my legs.”
It was done, and then the smile left David’s face. The professor wore a pair of soft, coffee-colored, corduroys. The bony thighs closed around the young god’s shaft, caressing it tightly in ridged softness. He was aware of a constant grip, and with every move, a bolt of velvety pleasure bolted through his loins.
The professor’s hands moved up and down his back, and across his ass and thighs with strokes as soft as a lover’s touch, and then they gently parted his ass cheeks repeatedly and lifted his balls so that they nestled as comfortably as possible on the old man’s thigh.
“You’ve been a very bad boy,” said the professor. “A very bad boy indeed.”
“So have you, you little—”
“Silence!” And the first slap came down hard across the splayed buttocks. It was the unexpectedness that made David gasp, and then the growing sting that made him breathe faster. Instinctively, he moved his hips, and the old man’s thighs closed like a vise and another slap came down. This time, David whimpered.
It was the solid, meaty “whap!” that drove the professor into a frenzy. His own sex organ stirred, and his eyes went wide at the twin globes before him. He had never had a pair so big, so round, so firm, so high, so flawlessly creamy. His mind reeled. Those thighs. The mass of what he held captive between his legs. The sound of the young, deep voice, whimpering in fright. He slapped again. And again.
“OW!” David said. He squeezed his eyes shut, clenched his teeth and swore he would say no more…nothing that would give the twisted mind above him any satisfaction.
The professor smacked again, finishing with a circular caress of the silky skin. And then “smack!”, again and again. He was holding himself back, trying to savor the slow reddening of the ivory skin, but as he slapped again, the firm, young manflesh rippled, and he lost control. Over and over again, he struck, and the more the man beneath him jerked and panted, the more his frenzy grew. He could feel the huge man struggling to control his cries of pain, and so he let loose with a barrage of smacks that produced constant pain; light, lightning quick, alternating strikes against each buttock, and his pulsing prick reared up when he saw the handsome hunk shudder at the realization that this was going to be, not just another slap on the rump, but a rain of fire on his skin.
“Ohhhh! S-top!” He could contain the cries no longer. He moved to get away.
The monster’s thighs closed again, and he reached over with one hand to grab a fistful of the young man’s hair. “You stay right where you are!” He jerked the boy’s head and shoulders up by the hair. “Or I go to the dean!”
David moaned.
The professor jerked again.
“Ohh! Stop! Okay! Okay!” He thought the professor would let go, but it did not happen. His hip bones ached from bearing the weight of his entire body, and in fact, he did not fit well on the professor’s lap. His hips were small for his size, but they still protruded beyond the old man’s knees. He constantly felt as though he was going to slide off. And his thighs flared out so that he had to keep his legs spread, which further pushed him off balance. To balance himself, he had to relax his lower body so that he could reach the floor and stabilize himself with his hands, but now he was arched backwards, his neck straining, his legs flailing and his arms reaching frantically for something to hold on to.
The professor jerked again.
David sobbed.
The professor rubbed his thighs together.
David’s eyes went wide at the surge of stimulation that raced through his cock. “Oh! D-don’t!” Again, he moved to slide his hips off the madman’s lap.
The professor jerked yet again, and a new series of wide-fingered impacts came down across the tensed buttocks. Over and over again, and the professor now reveled in the weight pressing down on his own throbbing member. He eyes went wide at the sight of the muscular cheeks jerking and rippling and trembling and flexing, clenching and relaxing, displaying the tender virgin hole that must be violated, showing and hiding the soft, tender flesh between the young god’s hole and nut sack, and revealing the bull balls trapped against his thigh. All those things had to be explored. All those things had to be teased and tested. All those things had to be touched and held and owned and stimulated until the young man’s heart beat to the point of bursting, his screams grew hoarse, and his fists pounded against the floor in a futile rage against the massive stimulation that was about to come.
But first, the meat of his rump needed punishing. The professor would not stop until he had subjected the sweaty glutes to blows that shook the boy’s bones, and barrages that enflamed the skin and elicited screams and pleading cries.
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