Anna hung her head in shame, keenly aware that her entire class was now looking at her upturned backside and soft girl-flesh. Her posterior glowed from the effects of the professor's spanking, and even more horrifying, the sensitive leaves of her sex now glistened with the evidence of her arousal, her clitoris swollen and distended, throbbing now. She moaned quietly, feeling the insistane pressure of the professor's strong hands as they held her thighs wide apart, and whimpered pitifully when they released her and her thighs refused her commands to close. She was going to let him do whatever he desired now, she knew. Against her will, or perhaps in spite of it, her body was now his.
"Now it is time to pay a reminder to this dainty part of you," Anna heard him gloat, as his fingertips patted the tender flesh of her cunt. Her body spasmed at this simple touch, electric fire coursing from her womanly centers out through the rest of her. His patting then ceased and there was a long, silence.
"My my," the professor chuckled at last. "Class, it appears Miss Anna has groomed herself for this reminder, waxing away any impediments to her feeling it!" Tears welled up in Anna's eyes as her most personal hygene was so cavalierly discussed. It was true, she kept herself completely waxed, detesting body hair of any kind. The effect it had on her petit 19 year old frame simply made her look even more youthful as well. She wriggled and moaned as the professor's wandering fingers then continued their tapping, patting at her reddened clitoris maddeningly. Then, suddenly, searing fire exploded on her most tender flesh!
"AAAAHH!" Her cry reverberated throughout the lecture hall, her eyes wide in disbelief. She hadn't thought he would spank her THERE! Before she could close her legs,, he had them ensnared with his own, keeping her exposed and vulnerable. Another wet slap battered her sex, stinging it torturously, and Anna yowled in earnest. Once again her body betrayued her, though, unable to struggle against her tormentor, exhausted and aroused. Her clitoris burned like fire after the initial sting abated, filling her lower belly with a tingling heat she had never felt in such intensity. Her mind fogged as her body took over, another slap assaulting her senses and leaving her unable to do much more than wriggle and yelp. He took his time spanking her dainty cunt, each smack delivered deliberately and crisply, timed to burn the most. Her pelvis bounced on his knees involuntarily with each fleshy slap, her tears falling from eyes screwed tightly shut. She gasped, yelped and moaned, each impact driving her further and further to a precipice unknown to her before now. Her humiliation mixed with her carnal desperation. She needed more.... She needed to stop......She needed to..
"NYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!" Her head tilted up and she let out a primal cry as the climax she had been trying to hold off exploded through her in waves. Her body rocked on it's precarious perch as shocks of white hot pleasure ripped through her. Each spank on her cunt flesh only seemed to magnify the assault until she was at last spent. With a few hearty smacks, the professor eventually ceased his ministrations on her tender sex leaves, now tender throbbing and raw from his abuses. She simply lay in his lap, her sex still exposed to the room's gaze as she panted, the starburts in her head still making it impossible to see.
Slowly, achingly slowly, the world came back into focus. Anna could hear hushed whispers and murmers behind her, as the class chattered in disbelief at the display they had just witnessed. She felt the professor lift her from his lap, patting her backside findly as he did so, then stand her up. She was lead blearily to her desk once again as Anna tried to absorb what had just happened. She was deeply humiliated. Not only had she been publicly spanked on her bare backside, not only had her privates been made public viewing, but she had been spanked on her cunt and made to orgasm from it, all in front of 40 of her fellow students! Her blistered buttocks tensed in shock as the cold of her wooden desk chair made contact, a small reflex that at once had the room tittering. She lowered her eyes, not daring to look up again, sitting dazedly.
