Yes, Teacher

Author's notes: Back by popular demand, another story about Aaron! I suppose this is somewhat of a sequel to "Sissy" although it doesn't exactly follow sequentially. I enjoyed writing it. ;D Please review and let me know if you want to see more!


"...and your research papers are due on Thursday at the beginning of class." Before Aaron could even finish the sentence, the rustling of students packing up started all over the classroom. He straightened his tall, lanky frame and couldn't help a faint grin as he watched his class stuff laptops and textbooks haphazardly into backpacks. "Have a good Monday."

He gathered up his papers from the lectern in a clumsy pile and departed the stuffy classroom with just as much eagerness as his students. It was a hot, sticky autumn day, and the air conditioning in the lecture hall was inconveniently broken. Aaron was grateful to escape to his office in the psychology department, where the AC was enthusiastically blasting the building. By the time he crossed the campus, all he wanted to do was go home and throw himself straight into an ice bath.

Aaron dumped his armful of lesson plans and homework assignments on the corner of his desk. A few stray sheets of paper fluttered to the floor, where he ignored them; his office was not well-organized at the best of times. Enthusiastically dropping himself into his chair, Aaron powered up his computer and plucked at his tie to loosen it. His narrow chest and spine were damp with sweat, enough to make his collared shirt stick to his skin. Tufts of wayward blonde hair matted themselves to his forehead.

He was just settling in to answer some emails in the blessedly cool room when a knock rapped briskly on his door. "Come in," he called, without looking up.

The door creaked open. Aaron glanced up and grinned. "Hey, you," he said fondly.

Nick closed the door behind him and smiled. "Hot as hell out there." He looked clean, fresh, and sharp as he always did, despite the heat; with his sunglasses pushed up on top of his cropped auburn hair, and a sleek blazer unbuttoned over a pressed shirt and fitted jeans, Aaron wanted nothing more than to jump him on the spot.

Aaron swiveled in his chair and tilted his head up happily as Nick came around the edge of his desk. The other man bent to kiss him, tangling a hand affectionately in his hair. Nick's mouth was warm and his lips and tongue were firm, making Aaron sigh and melt a little against him. There was nothing better than a kiss from his lover in the middle of a tiring day.

Pulling back, Nick perched on the edge of his desk, in a narrow block of space between a pile of ungraded homework assignments and a couple empty coffee mugs. "How was class?"

"Not bad." Aaron sat back in his chair and stretched his skinny arms over his head. "They didn't really want to pay attention today. Too hot, I guess. Can't blame them." He smiled wryly. Aaron forgave his students almost anything; he dedicated himself passionately to them. "Now I've got a faculty meeting later today, and a few students wanted to meet with me about their papers..." He sighed.

Nick was looking at him with that direct, studious expression that always made Aaron nervous. He got up and went back to the door. "How long do you have before your meeting?" He slipped the lock closed with a solid click.

Aaron licked his lips. "An hour and a half," he said, not moving, his eyes tracking Nick's movement across the office.

"Plenty of time." Nick stepped around him and closed the blinds. "Stand up."

It took Aaron less than three seconds to make it to his feet. His heart thudded against his ribs; they were in his office. At work. This was so wrong and so fucking tantalizing.

Before he could move, Nick swept in on him and pressed him back against the edge of his desk. It dug sharply into the small of his back, and the other man's body was hot and lean against his. Nick had to stretch up to meet the level of his mouth, but despite their height difference, Aaron always crumbled when Nick took control.

Nick's breath was hot against his lips, hovering a fraction of an inch away from them, teasing him. His hands crept up to grip at the other man's biceps. Immediately Nick reached up and gripped his wrists tight, and forced them down against the desk. Aaron let out a soft groan into Nick's mouth.

"Did you do what I asked you to?" Nick murmured, his lips brushing Aaron's as he spoke. He was always so calm, so controlled, and just the sound of his voice sent shivers straight to Aaron's cock.

Arching his head forward a little, silently begging for a kiss, he nodded. "Yeah," he breathed. "Of course."

He felt rather than saw the smile that curved Nick's lips. "Good boy." Aaron couldn't help a moan. His whole body strained towards the other man at the praise. "Bend over the desk."

Nick released his wrists and pulled back, taking the promise of a kiss with him. Shivering eagerly, Aaron twisted himself around and stretched himself over his desk, the edge of it now digging into his bony hipbones. He flattened his forearms against the surface and pressed his palms down, the wood cool through the thin fabric of his sleeves; he was already flushed with the anticipation of what Nick was going to do to him.

He felt the other man press up against his backside, slow and sensual. Aaron let out a shuddering breath at the hard line of Nick's erection against his ass. "Let's see if you're lying to me," Nick murmured, and even though he wasn't, just the suggestion sent a thrill up Aaron's spine.

Nick's hands slid over his hips and found his belt buckle, unclasping it meticulously and reaching for the button of his pants. His cool fingers slipped beneath the hem and tugged Aaron's pants down, over his hips and down to his thighs. Even though Nick couldn't see him, Aaron's face was flushed red with delicious shame and humiliation.

Slowly Nick smoothed his palm over the lacy, frilly, pale pink panties that hugged the curve of Aaron's ass. "Look what we have here," he said, amused, as if he'd had no idea what he'd find. The material was flimsy and thin and it was just a little bit too small. It was never meant to cup Aaron's cock and balls the way it did now.

Aaron shifted, wiggling his hips impatiently, pressing back towards Nick's hand. He was hard already; his cock strained against the front of the panties. Nick snorted and slapped his ass lightly.

"What a little slut you are, hm?" Nick pressed up against his ass again, and the man's hand slid down over his stomach towards his groin. "A girly little slut." His palm curved over Aaron's cock and squeezed at him firmly. The combination of the touch and the words made Aaron moan. He pushed hungrily into the other man's hand, rubbing his hips against Nick's palm, desperate for friction.

Abruptly Nick gripped a handful of his hair and shoved his face roughly down against the desk. "Say it."

Heat shot to the pit of his stomach. "I'm a...a girly little slut," Aaron gasped, his whole body shuddering with shame as he said it.

"Yeah, you are." Nick let go of his cock and slapped his ass again without warning, making him jump. "And sluts need to be punished, don't they?"

"Yes," Aaron groaned readily. His face was an inch away from an essay about electroshock therapy. He was going to hell.

The grip in his hair loosened and slipped away, but Aaron didn't dare lift his head. He kept his hot cheek pressed to the cool wood as Nick's hands stroked over his ass again. "Better hope no one hears you moaning," Nick taunted, and Aaron shivered.

He slapped Aaron's ass sharply, with a crack that Aaron was terrified his colleagues would be able to hear, but it wasn't nearly as hard or as loud as Nick could go. Nick wasn't that cruel to him. Still, it was a struggle to bite back the moans that he desperately wanted to make, as the other man set about spanking him in a steady, delicious rhythm, just hard enough to leave a sting and a burn behind that made Aaron fuck the empty air needily.

His cock jerked with every slap. He was quickly leaking precome into the girly panties, and by the time Nick stopped, Aaron was digging his fingernails into the desk and gasping for breath. He badly wanted to be touched.

Nick trailed his fingers over Aaron's reddened and burning buttocks, then reached up and combed his fingers slowly through his sweat-dampened hair, simultaneously soothing and condescending. "Does the little girl want to be fucked?"

Aaron couldn't help a small, desperate moan. "Yes, please," he breathed.

A low, mocking chuckle from above him. "Good girl." Nick tugged the panties down, freeing his aching cock and leaving them tangled around his thighs. He spat copiously into his hand and slicked up two fingers. As they pressed against him and then inside him, mercilessly splitting him open, Aaron let out a soft whimper.

The fingers were slow and thorough, stretching him open patiently, and Nick talked to him in a low murmur the whole time. "I bet you were trying not to get a hard-on all day, weren't you? I bet you could feel these cute little panties every time you moved. Just hoping someone would pull your pants down and spank you for being such a sissy. Your ass is so greedy for my cock, look how hard you're clenching around just my fingers. You're such a good slut."

If Nick kept that up, Aaron thought he might just come from the words alone. By the time Nick slipped his fingers out he felt dizzy with need. He waited, trembling eagerly in place, as he listened to the rustling of the other man undoing his own jeans and slicking up his cock with more of his own saliva.

He panted out an explosive breath at the first feel of Nick's cock nudging at his entrance, spongy and firm. Aaron gripped the far edge of the desk tightly. And then the other man began to press inside him, and though it burned faintly with the lack of proper lubricant, the feel of being split open on Nick's cock made Aaron bite his forearm to suppress his desperate moans.

At last Nick pressed up flush against his ass, buried all the way inside him as he enjoyed the helpless clenching of Aaron's body. "All your students think you're so professional, so in control," Nick breathed, lowering himself to Aaron's ear, his breath hot and his words growling. "If only they knew what you do for me. What you really need is a teacher to bend you over your desk and whip your ass with a ruler, don't you, Aaron?"

Aaron whimpered and ground back against him. "Yes," he moaned hoarsely.

"Say yes, teacher," Nick taunted in a low whisper. He pulled out slowly, to the head of his cock, and thrust back into Aaron's ass in one long hard slide.

For a moment Aaron couldn't even breathe, as the other man began to fuck him in a slow, steady rhythm, driving into his ass so perfectly he could barely stand it. "Yes, teacher," he gasped out at last, rocking his hips back urgently in time with Nick's thrusts.

"That's more like it." Nick fisted a handful of Aaron's hair and tugged his head back. Aaron moaned. "You're a naughty, horny little slut and somebody needs to punish you for it. You need someone to fuck you good and hard, don't you, little girl? You're such a good girl for me."

"Yes," Aaron whimpered, helplessly fucking back against Nick's pounding cock. "Yes, teacher."

Nick didn't release his hair, panting against him as he fucked him a little harder, more roughly, using his ass for his own pleasure without touching Aaron's cock at all. Every thrust made his stinging ass burn, and he loved it. He kept his needy noises as quiet as he could as Nick worked himself up, biting at the back of his shoulder through his shirt, slamming into him over and over.

Finally he felt the rhythm of Nick's thrusts stutter, and Nick growled and thrust into him a few more times before burying himself deep and staying there. Aaron felt the hot pulse of his cock and then the spreading warmth of come pulsing into him, claiming him, owning him. He fell still against the desk, clutching at it and whimpering softly.

For a long moment Nick just stayed there, panting and shuddering as he rode out the last waves of his orgasm. Then suddenly he pulled back and gripped Aaron by the shoulders, spinning him around and pressing him hard against the desk again. Aaron stared down at him dazedly as Nick dropped fluidly to his knees on the floor.

He leveled his gaze on Aaron's stiff and leaking cock. "Did my girly slut not come yet?" Nick murmured, spitting in his palm again and wrapping his fist around Aaron. "You're gonna come for me like a good girl."

He began to stroke Aaron rapidly, squeezing and jerking his cock firmly, hitting it in all the right places. After all that buildup Aaron didn't stand a chance. His muscles tightened and his cock throbbed, and Aaron gasped out "fuck," before the orgasm crashed over him.

At the last moment Nick opened his mouth and pressed forward. As Aaron came, shuddering and jerking hard, he watched hungrily as Nick took the hot spurts of his come right onto his tongue, swallowing it all.

Aaron sank back slowly. He took several deep, slow breaths. Grinning at him, Nick stood up, his knees cracking, and pressed into him again. The kiss he gave Aaron this time was long and slow and sensual. Tender.

"I love you," he said cheerfully, as he pulled back.

Aaron laughed, ducking his head. He was still blushing. "I love you, too. Jesus. I can't believe you just did that."

Snorting, Nick reached down and snapped the elastic of Aaron's panties. "You're wearing these till you get home tonight, you know." His smirk promised dirtier things to come. Aaron swallowed.

Nick straightened himself up, tucking himself away, zipping up his jeans and straightening his shirt. He grabbed a box of tissues off his bookshelf and handed it to him. "Have fun at your meeting." And just like that, he was gone, closing the door briskly behind him.

Aaron flopped down into his chair and stared lazily at his computer. It was going to be very difficult to keep a straight face the next time he taught a class.