This one has more humiliation Male dom female sub and DDlg. Because why not?
Revenge of the Nerd
I was talking to my new neighbor, a woman in her late thirties, when it was revealed we had something in common. Her ex-husband. It turned out that he didn’t stop bullying people when he became an adult he just shifted targets to his spouse. I was busy empathizing with her when her 19 year-old daughter walked in wearing a cheerleader outfit. Which I swear I’d never found sexy until that moment. She was blonde with piercing blue eyes and skin as pale as milk. The university’s colors were yellow and white which complimented her skin tone to an erotic degree. Her top seemed to barely contain her breasts.
“Kathy,” her mother said. “This is Professor Harrison. He lives next door.”
“Hello,” I greeted her. The mother said something before leaving me alone with her daughter. “And will I be having you? In class, that is?” I kept my face neutral as she blushed at the obvious inuendo and I felt my cock stiffen.
“Umm, maybe?” Kathy answered. “I’d have to check my schedule.” I left telling her if she needed any help at the school to come and find me. Fate was not so kind as to put her in my class but she did drop by my office on some pretext the next day. I found she was quite the opposite of her father. Intelligent, shy, and articulate. She blushed easily and often which set my blood stirring and my mind going to the dirty kinky places I find so exhilarating. I was content however to wait for the perfect opportunity to present itself. My office was too public. One nosy grad student and we’d be caught. I didn’t want to get fired.
Destiny, however, stepped in when her mother called me.
“Jack,” she said. “I have to leave town for a week and I was wondering if you could check on Kathy for me while I’m away.”
I grinned like a fox who was given the keys to a hen house. “It’d be my pleasure.” She was leaving right after she hung up the phone. I decided dinner would be best. I was never good about eating when I was a student. It gave me a good excuse to be there too.
I left work early that day to shower and change. She didn’t answer when I knocked so I opened the door to find her enraptured with the television. I had entered through the back so I had a clear view of the screen. Maggie Gyllenhal being spanked by James Spader. Kathy’s back was to me. I couldn’t resist. I sneaked up behind her while she was entranced in the movie.
“I don’t think this appropriate, young lady,” I whispered in her ear. She jumped up and stumbled around looking for the remote blushing a deep scarlet.
“Professor I-I-” She stammered away. I found the remote and paused the scene. She stood still staring at her feet and I took the time to ogle her. Her long toned legs were smooth. She wore a pleated skirt that was just long enough to not be slutty with a low cut red shirt. “I didn’t know you were coming.”
I nearly laughed at her phrasing. “Your mother asked me to check in on you. Should I tell her you were watching porn?”
“It’s for class. Professor Gilbraithe’s Hum-”
“Which you dropped. On my advice because he’s an idiot.” I stepped in. I was towering over the tiny girl. She had plenty of room to step back but she didn’t. Instead she looked up at me with pleading eyes.
“Please don’t tell my mother,” she begged. I sat down and gestured toward the screen.
“Is that what you want?” She stared at me with her beautiful blue eyes for a long moment before looking away and nodding. “Come here then. I won’t tell your mother if you take your spanking like a good girl.” She was stunned. Mouth agape in wonderment she didn’t move. “It’s your choice. I give you your spanking or I tell her what a filthy slut you are.” Jarred back to reality she moved and positioned her body over my knees. I flipped the skirt up to see her pear shaped ass framed by a pink thong. “Tsk, tsk. Underwear like that is for whores and pornstars.” I ripped them off and put them on the cushion beside me. I swung back my hand and slapped her taut buttocks. She cried out in pain and pleasure. I struck again eliciting another cry. “So are you whore? I know you’re not a pornstar.” I started reigning down blows. I turned her ass into a pale pink and then a deep red. With her skin it was easy. “You certainly dress like a whore. And if you’re going to dress like one I’ll treat you like one.” I kept up the blows alternating where and how hard. She was moaning now. Lost in the ecstasy of his spanking. His left hand held her down but she never struggled he watched as after each blow she’d raise her ass back up for another.
I stopped and froze for a moment to see if she would beg him to continue. I didn’t wait long.
“Please, spank me. Professor, sir! I’ve been such filthy whore! Touching myself every night. Thinking of your cock.”
“You perverted cunt.” I smiled as I continued to beat her ass. “What you need is a daddy, you dirty fuckdoll.”
“Please, be my daddy! Please, sir! I’ll be the perfect whore for you, daddy!” She moaned out between the slaps to her now bright red cheeks. I thought about telling her father. How humiliated he would be to know she called me daddy now. But maybe not knowing was a vengeance all it’s own. The girl did have a right to a relationship with him, even if he was an asshole.
I stopped spanking her to massage her ass. My hand slipped down into her dripping wet pussy. “I see you enjoyed that, little girl.”
“Yes, daddy,” she moaned as I fucked her cunt. I pulled her off my lap onto the couch. I held my hand out to her face and she started sucking my fingers, cleaning the juice from her pussy off of them. When she was done I grabbed her by the hair and forced her to her knees. “You belong to me know, cunt. You will do as I say, when I say it.” I took out my cock with one hand and forced her head toward it with the other. She eagerly accepted her fate. I let her do the work at first. Letting her establish a rhythm before breaking it. Her mouth felt wonderful wrapped around my cock. She was amazing.
“You’re such a good cocksucking whore. You make daddy feel so good.” She moved back to pull my dick out. When she started to speak I forced her head back down until she gagged before letting her up for air. I fucked her face until I was close. I pulled out and came on her angelic face.
Smiling up she said, “Thank you, daddy.”
“Go to your room, young lady. Get undressed. Daddy will be up in a minute.” She skipped up the stairs leaving her panties behind. I removed my clothes stacking them neatly on the couch on top of the pretty pink thong. I had plans for it.
I picked up my belt and carried it up the stairs to her bedroom where I found her facing a wall in the corner. Her hands clasped tight behind her back. I stalked towards her. She didn’t turn her head at all. I folded the belt and ran the leather strap down her spine. The gasp escaped her lips. I chuckled at her surprise. I looped the belt around her neck and tightened it. Just enough to make drawing breath difficult. So she would know the only reason she did was because I allowed it.
I lead her to the bed. I tossed her down face up and took my first glance at her naked body. She was even more gorgeous than I imagined. I rammed my cock straight into her pussy as she moaned and thanked me for turning her into my personal whore. Every time she called me ‘daddy’ I felt my cock get harder. She begged me to let her cum all over me but I refused. “It’s all part of the punishment, baby girl. Take daddy’s cock and make him cum. That’s your job.”
“Please, cum inside me.” She begged for that harder than her own orgasm. She made vague promises of the dirty fantasies she’d fulfill if I just came inside her. “I’ll do anything, anything, daddy. Please cum in your pussy.” I finally did. I noticed she still wore my cum on her face. She never wiped it off. I took her down stairs to eat with it still there. After the meal I made her suck my cock again this time allowing her to swallow my cum. Her eyes lit up as she did. After I told her to go to bed while I cleaned up. I took the panties from under my clothes and used the soaked cloth to jerk off into. I left a note telling her what to do with them tomorrow before leaving.
She was punctual. And no sooner did I close the door than her dress was lifted up to prove she wore the panties I marked with my cum. “Are you proud of me, daddy?”