Chemistry Class

Emma was in her first year in college. She was a pretty girl with shoulder length brown hair, green eyes, and a nice figure. For Emma, it was nice to be away from home but she found that her newfound freedom sometimes made her lazy and she started slacking off in some of her classes. It wasn't any big deal to her, but one of her teachers had taken notice of her behavior and her slipping grades, not to mention her 'on and off' attendance. She had been going to more parties and staying up later than she should, so oftentimes she was too tired to go to her morning classes. This particular class, a chemistry class, was one she particularly didn't like, not just because she didn't like chemistry, but because she thought her teacher was an asshole. Though she did sometimes admit to herself that she found him somewhat attractive, but he was still a jerk. He picked on her more than he did the other students and it had become apparent that he didn't like her, or so they all thought. This made it so she didn't want to come to class at all. But she did sometimes just to scrape by with a barely passing grade, and she liked to annoy him. His name was Dr. Summers, and he was a middle aged man in his mid forties with silvery grey hair, tall and of average build, attractive enough but no one that people would look twice at if they passed him on the street.

The monday after their second test was a day that Emma had dreaded the entire weekend. Little did she know that besides getting her test back, she'd be getting something from Dr. Summers after class was over. She noticed that Dr. Summers had been glaring at her all morning and seemed to take special delight in handing back her miserable test grade to her. He dropped it on her desk and she had managed to get a very low C on her test, a 68, which is a low C- on the undergraduate grading scale. One more point less and it would've been a D. He marked every little mistake in bright, glaring red marker and circling her grade in big noticeable writing on the front of her paper. "Maybe next time you'll come to class more Emma," Dr. Summers said without even looking at her as he passed her by, earning her a few snickers from the other students. She felt like telling him it was because she thought he was a real shit and she hated his fucking class, but she would never actually say that to him. God she hated him at that moment.

During the lecture he called on Emma to answer questions that she had no idea what the answer was, and he delighted in making her look stupid in front of the class. She wasn't stupid, she just hated the fucking class. He was going to keep her after class, this he already knew, and the little bitch was going to be punished for her bad behavior. Certainly she deserved it, Dr. Summers thought. When she actually did come to class she never seemed to pay attention, and his attention always wandered to her firm little breasts under her tight little shirts. He had to keep himself from licking his lips and instead bring humiliation to her, a poor example of a student. Dr. Summers concluded the class after what seemed like an eternity to Emma, but before she could disappear with the crowd he called her over to his desk. She groaned and walked over to him. He looked up at her from his desk, the chilled expression making her uncomfortable and at the same time somewhat excited. But why was she excited, she wondered, she hated this man. Well at least she thought she did. But sometimes at night she found her deepest, darkest dreams wandering in his direction.

"Look, I'm sorry for whatever I did this time, and not coming to class enough, blah blah, ok can I go now?" Emma looked defiantly down at him, crossing her arms over her chest. Dr. Summers, who had looked at her cooly before, now looked pissed off. He stood up suddenly from his chair and leaned across the desk at her. Emma took a step backwards from him. "I will not tolerate your behavior any longer Emma, not only are you a poor student but you make me look bad as a teacher when you don't know the material, and unless you want me to fail you completely, I suggest that you listen to me and do what I say or I will fail you and make you repeat the course, and I don't think you want that now do you?" He asked her. Emma shook her head no. "I didn't think so, now I want you to come to my office with me where we can talk further," Dr. Summers told her. Emma, not wanting an F in the class, and curious as to exactly what he wanted, followed him down the hallway and into the next building where his office was located.

Once they were situated in his office, he shut the door behind them, for privacy. His office was tucked away in the corner of the building in the end where it was being renovated, so a lot of the other faculty had moved their offices, but for the meantime he stayed in his. The noise of the construction was extremely annoying, but it served his purpose quite well, as it would be harder to hear them over the sound of the construction being done. Emma didn't sit down as she was quite uncomfortable with the close proximity of herself and Dr. Summers in his small little office, and the way he was looking at her made her stomach tie itself in nervous little knots. She had a bad feeling about this and she really wanted to leave but she didn't want to risk actually failing the course, so she stood by the doorway and he stood in front of her. "Now Emma," Dr. Summers started, reaching around behind her to lock the door, his arm brushing her own, "I think you need a little lesson in how to be a good student," he said. His voice was cold but his blue eyes were very dark. "Why did you lock the door," she asked him, a sick feeling coming over her and the urge to flee hitting her hard. "Just for privacy," he said, with warning undertones in his voice.

Dr. Summers walked towards her as Emma walked backwards until she hit the wall with her back. He was really starting to freak her out now. He stood in front of her and looked her up and down. Emma's eyes widened and she swallowed hard. One of his hands reached out and grabbed her small wrist, squeezing it painfully tight in its grip. At the touch of his hand on her skin she felt alarms going off in her head but she was afraid of making any moves to get away because she had a feeling that he might hurt her if she did. He licked his lips and she felt a heated sensation in her body, even though she still was afraid of him. He was the subject of many of her late night dreams, even though she tried to deny that during the day. "If you want to pass my class, I suggest you obey me," he said, his grip tightening and making her wince a little bit. "You have not been a good student, now have you Emma," he asked her, his voice mocking her, but his expression making the heat in her body hotter, pooling between her legs and starting to ache. "No," Emma replied, her voice coming out a little breathier than she had hoped for. His other hand reached up and grabbed her pretty little neck. "No Dr. Summers, you mean," he said, jerking her by her neck over to his desk against the other wall.

The fear in her started to take more hold again and she tried to wriggle herself free of his grasp, which angered him and turned him on even further. He pushed her against the desk and leaned over the back of her. He grabbed a handful of her hair and jerked her head back. She felt tears start to well up in her eyes. He leaned forward, his hot breath in her ear. "I didn't hear you yet," he said, his hot breath running shivers down her back and straight to her pink, tight little pussy. "N-no Dr. Summers," she breathed out as he pressed her into the desk. She felt his hips at the small of her back, his hot erection pressing into her. She felt his hands slide down to the waist band of her jeans. With deft motions, he unbuttoned her jeans, and try as she might to keep them on, he pulled them down, revealing her shapely ass under a tiny pair of white bikini underwear. "Please Dr. Summers, don't do this, I'm sorry," Emma said, but to no avail. "You need to be taught a lesson young lady," Dr. Summers said. He put his thumbs in the waistband of her panties and began slowly pulling them down until they were pooled around her feet with her jeans. Her small, round little ass needed to be punished for being so bad. He jerked her arms behind her, and opening the drawer beside them, pulled out a rope cord that he had already brought in and stowed away in the desk. He tied her arms tightly behind her, assuring that she would not be able to get free from them.

Her heart beat hard in her chest and she felt like crying again, but her pussy betrayed her feelings by how wet it was getting. Dr. Summers pulled off his belt, and she heard him unbuckle it and slide it from around his waist. She wasn't exactly sure what was coming until she jumped when the first stinging blow hit her ass hard, leaving an angry red mark. She felt another blow to her ass, and then she began to lose count. Tears rolled down her cheeks as he continued to beat her with his belt. "Is this too much for you, do you want me to stop," he asked her as he rained lashes along her legs, those beautiful slender legs, until they were as red as her ass. She wanted to say yes but she shook her head no. His cock was throbbing hard now and aching to be inside her sweet hot hole, but that would have to wait. He threw his belt onto the floor behind him and jerked her around by her shoulders, noticing that she was crying profusely now. This pleased him greatly and he grabbed another fistful of her hair and pushed her to her knees on the floor in front of him. He undid his jeans with one hand and pushed them down, letting his long, thick cock out. It was an angry red and the veins pulsed on it. Her breathing was fast as she looked at his engorged member so close to her full lips, and she began to give in to the feelings that she had been trying to deny.

Dr. Summers pointed his member at her semi-parted lips and she opened her mouth of her own accord, a low moan escaping from her involuntarily, her tongue reaching out to lick the mushroom head of his cock, then around the head and down the back before taking it into her mouth and beginning to suck his dick, and actually starting to get very turned on by sucking him off, sucking the cock of the teacher that she hated, and liking it. He pushed her head further along his length until she began to gag, but that didn't stop him. He didn't stop until his cock was in her mouth and down her throat, and then he pulled back out to let her have a breath before she moved her head forward again, wanting to have his cock in her mouth, wanting to taste the salty precum that was already oozing from the tip. He held her head as he began to fuck her face, spit running down her chin and from the corners of her mouth as he pushed himself into her mouth, feeling himself slide down her throat, even as she gagged on his length, but he knew the little bitch was starting to enjoy it. "You like this don't you, you like being treated like the fucking whore that you are," he seethed, his cock fucking her bruised mouth. As he pulled back she gasped air into her lungs and all she could manage was a moan, but at this point he didn't care.

He pulled out of her mouth and pulled her up by her hair, turning her back around again and pulling her still red ass out towards him. "I'm gonna teach you what happens to bad students like you," he said. He slammed her face into the desk as he grasped her ass and pulled her cheeks apart, revealing her sopping wet pussy. He kneeled down behind her and ran his tongue up the length of her lips. Emma moaned as she felt his tongue exploring her pussy, licking and nipping at her, sucking her throbbing little button into his mouth until she thought her knees would give out beneath her. Then he slid his tongue into her hot wet hole, fucking her, tasting her sweetness and how tight she was. She was ready to be fucked by his massive cock. He stood up again and positioned his dick at her wet slit, and without warning he filled her completely. She cried out, feeling his huge cock stretch her tight walls before he began to move. He didn't start out slowly either, he wanted to fuck her, and he was gonna show this little bitch who was in charge. He began slamming himself into her, the sound of his hips hitting her with bruising force almost audible over the din of construction work. He pressed her into the desk, fucking her so hard that he was afraid that the desk might actually give way, but it didn't. She cried out with every thrust of his dick, being pushed into the hard desk. He slid his hands under her shirt, finding her soft little breasts and thumbing her nipples until they were hard little nubs. He then pinched them between his fingers until she cried out in pain as he continued to thrust inside of her. She had to choke back sobs again as he continued his onslaught on her innocent body.

She felt her climax coming fast and violently. With every stroke of his dick, his cock rubbed against her g-spot, setting every nerve within her body on fire. She began to move her hips against his thrusts, bouncing off of his cock and into the desk, his balls slapping against her. He raked his fingernails over her soft thin belly, his nails leaving red marks as he dragged them down her middle. She threw her head back and gritted her teeth. He then brought them around back and he began slapping her ass as hard as he could with each thrust, until her ass was so sore she could hardly stand it. He then held her waist as he fucked her harder, feeling an orgasm was imminent. He let out a guttural groan through gritted teeth as he felt himself coming closer to the edge. "Ahhhh, Dr. Summers," she cried out as she felt herself begin to cum, bringing him over the edge as well, his thrusting becoming more erratic and harder. He felt his balls tighten as he shot his cum inside of her in hot white bursts, some of it leaking out of her pussy as he continued to thrust inside of her until the climax was over. He caught his breath as he began to regain his composure before pulling his cock out of her and putting his jeans back on lest someone should find them. He untied her bruised wrists and she continued to breathe heavily for a few minutes before putting her own clothes back on. "Now Emma," he said, "I expect you back tomorrow, as I am not done with your lesson. If you are absent again I will punish you severely." She knew he would too, but she wondered what he could have in store for her after what happened today.

Little did she know exactly what he did have planned for her. Her lab teacher, Dr. Bacon, was going to be brought in to help Dr. Summers with her punishment. He was an older man in his late fifties or early sixties who Emma didn't know very well. He was average in height and was on the thinner side, slightly balding but quite good looking for a man of his age, and soon would be helping Dr. Summers teach Emma a lesson in being a good student.