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Waldo Ataboy 9/9/2000

Obsession

It’s funny how small events can accumulate so that you end up doing things that you otherwise would never consider doing. I’m an average normal male, 5’10”, 160 lbs, 29 years old, and like girls. I teach English literature at the state university as an instructor and hope to become an assistant professor.

Annie, a student in my class, is not ordinary; she’s a cute 20-year-old girl, slim from the waist up, with small tits, but from the waist down she has an ample ass and strong long legs. She’s 5’8” 120 lbs with a ready smile and an upturned nose, blond hair always tied in a bun and glasses and what drives me crazy is that she wears skin-tight jeans accentuating her ass and sits directly in front of me in class. With her sitting there, feet crossed, and her painted toe nails wiggling at me, I can hardly concentrate on my lecture as my cock hardens fortunately concealed in the crotch of my pant as I sit behind my desk. It was difficult for me to keep my eyes off her and I would always wait until everyone would leave at the end of class so that I could compose myself to leave.

Annie is smart, something I didn’t expect from a sexy chick like her; she’s a sophomore majoring in journalism and near the top of my class. One day after class I went to the cafeteria for a coffee and a Danish when she came by with coffee, spotted me and came over. “Do you mind if I join you?” she asked and when I indicated that it was OK she sat down at my table. After some small talk about the weather, she said, “I really like your class; you make English literature interesting but I don’t know if I should say this. I’m flattered by your attention; a lot of guys give me the eye, however, I’m tempted to give you a spanking for doing it.”

My God, this was the last thing that I would have expected from her, I was flustered and did not know what to say. “OK then,” she continued, “maybe after class in your office I’ll do it unless you strongly object. Let me know.” We sat there, in utter silence, I was too dumbfounded to say anything and she figured she had said enough to get my attention, she finished her coffee said, “Bye, I’ll see ya,” and left. That night at home in bed I masturbated before I fell asleep

I knew she wasn’t going to really do it so I wiped her threat from my mind and nothing changed when she appeared in class except I tried to keep her from catching me looking at her. Later after classes, she knocked on my office door and when she came in said, “Are you ready for your spanking, if not, say so and I’ll leave?” I didn’t know what to do or say. She couldn’t be serious, I thought; it’s too ridiculous and bizarre. After a minute waiting for my response, she came around my desk and took my hand and nudged me up; leading me over to the couch in my office she removed my jacket. The prospect of being spanked by her overtook my good sense and I did not resist.

She unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned and unzipped my pants and pulled me over her lap as she sat on the couch and I let do it. Pulling my shirt up and pulling my pants and shorts down she exposed my naked ass across her lap. My hardened cock found its way between her legs. “You’re a naughty boy and you’re going to get it,” she said and the first smack landed on my ass with her open hand. It smarted and felt strange being spanked by this gorgeous girl, my student, and my prick got harder between her legs. I couldn’t believe I was letting her do this to me, and smack came the next one. It hurt and I loved it. Smack, smack, smack my ass was being punished, the pain was unbearable and I began to whimper and I was lost in reverie; I was hers to do with as she pleased. She did not stop and the punishment on my bare ass was unremitting and I was in my glory.

“OK, you have had enough,” she said and stopped spanking me, “you’ve got me wet, off my lap, take off all your clothes and get on your knees. You’re to show appreciation for my chastising you.” With this command I felt compelled happily to obey, after completely discarding my clothes knelt before her with my dick jutting out to its full length. Simultaneously, she wiggled out of her skin-tight jeans and panties exposing her wet pussy; stepping forward, she pulled my head into her crotch and knowing what to do, I ran my tongue inside her licking my way in as she held me tight. She enjoyed it and grinded my face in and yelped with a climax.

Being through with me, she picked up my undershirt and used it as a towel to clean off the mess in her crotch before putting back on her panties and jeans. “Clean up after you jack off,” she said, “and I’ll see you in class tomorrow. Have a nice day,” was her final comment as she left. I did just that. How was I to face her in the morrow? I immediately went to an athletic store and purchased a couple of tight jock straps as I knew I would have no way of controlling my errant prick without it when I again will see her.

Nothing happened the next day nor the next except she seemed very friendly to me and smiled and gave me a thumbs up whenever she caught me staring at her. It was on Friday after our class and everyone accept her left the room and she sidled up to me and said, “I hope you’re not in a rush after all your classes today. My boyfriend is anxious to meet you as I told him all about you. We’ll drop by your office at ten to five when your last class is over and see you then, I hope you don’t mind.” Before I had an opportunity to think about it and respond she left. What could she have told him about me?

No way will I permit her to spank me in front of a stranger especially some guy who wanted to be titillated in seeing me humiliated. I resolved I would let them know that they could get their kicks somewhere else. When they came she introduced me to a young good-looking chap who was in electrical engineering, athletic in stature and introduced himself politely as David and let me know he and Annie were serious about each other and not having a mere casual relationship that was so common on campus. I was totally disarmed by his politeness and offered him a coke from my cooler in my office.

Annie however got down to business right away and said, “He’s a compulsive and can’t control himself. A spanking is what he wants and needs.” She was right as long as she did it. She pulled me over to the couch before I had a chance to offer resistance; unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned and unzipped my pants and pulled me over her lap as she sat down on the couch. Pulling my shirt up and pulling my pants and shorts down together with my jock strap she exposed my naked ass across her lap. My hardened cock found its way between her legs and proceeded to give me a spanking.

The first smack landed on my ass with her open hand. It smarted and smack came the next one and in rapid succession came smack, smack, smack my ass was being punished, the pain was unbearable and I whimpered; I was lost in reverie and my prick got harder and harder between in her legs; I was hers to do with as she pleased. “See he loves it, he’s a pervert and has an obsession to being spanked,” Annie told David.

“But, does he suck cock?” David asked Annie.

“I don’t know,” Annie replied, “Why don’t you put it to him and see if he likes it.” and with that suggestion Annie said to me, “On your knees and accommodate my boyfriend; open your mouth and let’s see how good you are at giving head.” She then to do just that rudely pushed me off her lap; turned me around on my knees so that when he approached me I faced him waist high. Unzipping his fly, he withdrew his circumcised still soft but large dick, thick and long, with an impressive head and pressed it to my lips.

“Enjoy,” he said.

“You know you want it, open your mouth or I won’t spank you again,” Annie commanded me, and yanked my hair pulling my head back.

My mouth opened to take it in. It was much too big and got even bigger as he held my head with both hands on the sides of my face and pushed the monster down my throat. It was all I could do not to gag and even I was amazed that as he lined my head up to the proper angle accepting it all the way down so that my chin rubbed his balls before he drew it back. I liked it, he pumped, I sucked and enjoyed the pleasure I was giving him. “Get ready, sir, I’m coming,” said David and shot a load, to the back of my throat and rammed his dick down with his prick pulled it back and came again; pushed it in again and as he was withdrawing he squeezed his prick with two fingers and thumb to make sure I got the last drop. I swallowed it all with pleasure.

This time Annie said it wasn’t necessary for me to please her since I did so well with David, her boyfriend, and besides she was saving herself for later with David after he’s recovered his ardor for her and said on leaving, “Clean up, take care of that big thing sticking out.”

David in parting said, “It was nice meeting you sir and maybe we can get together again soon.”

After they left I jacked off, washed up, got dressed and knew I had to think about what was happening to me. Considering what they were doing, I realized notwithstanding that spanking and sex was stimulating, I could easily get addicted to becoming their plaything and must put a stop to it, after all I’m no pervert. A couple days later in the library I ran into David, he was with another guy and motioned me over. He asked me to join them; they were going over to the club to meet Annie. On the way over I explained to him that I wanted to let both him and Annie know that I didn’t want to participate in their entertainments any more. He said he understood.

I asked him, “What club were we going to?” I was told it was a secret and private group of faculty and students who maintained a hierarchy with a common interest among the members and was restricted to only a select few and possibly I may be invited to join. It was called Club DeSatyr; I never heard of it.

Adjoining the campus is a row of old large three story houses abandoned by the super rich before they moved away to the suburbs, among which were now converted fraternity houses, sorority houses, boarding houses for students, and this large nondescript home called by David the club. David had a key to the front door and when we entered the vestibule I noticed to one side sat a couple of young guys sitting at a small table playing chess with a girl standing by watching and we went to a coat room where David asked for my jacket and tie to hang up as he informed me that informality was required in the club. As we passed by the chess players and girl they waived to David, as they obviously knew him.

We entered what at one time must have been a large living room; in a corner it had a couch and an easy chair with a small table around it with a few students talking and joking. What stuck out however was that they were being waited on by a man I recognized as Joseph, a math instructor and what was strange he was dressed in maid’s outfit; short skirt, hose, pumps, lipstick and a blond wig and carrying a tray with mugs of beer and a bowl of pretzels and serving them.

In another corner sat Annie in an easy chair, two friends, a boy and a girl, on the couch with a small table along side. She motioned to us to come over to join them. I noticed that strangely at her feet on the floor, sat Monique, a French teacher at the University, and wearing a skimpy short dress revealing her tits and cunt through the see through material; but what was stranger, she had a thin collar around her throat and attached to it Annie held a leash. None of this was believable.

When we came over she must have sensed that I was puzzled by what was going on. Annie immediately began explaining the scene, “Don’t look so shocked. This club has been in existence long before I came here. It was started when it became apparent to the administration that a few faculty members had offbeat hang-ups, such as Joseph over there and Monique over here; that on discovery could cause a scandal to the university and result in parents withdrawing their kids from attending here, but more important the university could lose some highly regarded teachers upon discovery and prosecution. On the QT this club was created for them to be administered by students who could be relied on to keep the goings on confidential. We students are just performing our duty.”

I was indignant at what I was hearing, “Oh no, this is not for me, I’m no freak; I won’t put up with this crap, let me out of here,” I told her.

“That is rude of you to call Monique a freak,” Annie said to me. She then turned to Monique and told her, “You’re not going to stand for that insult are you?” and released the leash from her collar.

Monique stood up, she was always very prim and proper in faculty meetings, tall, slim and rather good looking, walked over to me and said, “That wasn’t very nice when you said I was a freak,” and slipped some cuffs that Annie must have supplied her with around each of my wrists. The cuffs were attached together in front by a thin leather strip two feet long and had another leather strip on each that she wound around me which by pulling them together in the back and tying them together my hands were bound to my sides. I was too surprised and she was too fast for me to resist.

“Hey, wait a minute, I demand you release me; I don’t consent and the rule is this is supposed to be consensual,” I insisted but she ignored me and unbuckled my belt, pulled it out from the hoops in my trousers, unbuttoned the top button, unzipped the zipper and pulled my trousers and shorts down to my hips. When she pulled up the tail of my shirt and my undershirt up and under the strips of leather wound about me at the waist, she exposed my cock and bare ass. With the belt folded over she let me have it hard across my ass.

“Yeogh,” I screamed, “Stop this immediately.” She let me have it again twice across my ass. “Red,” I hollered, “That’s my safe-word. Now stop immediately,” but she let me have it again across my ass.

“That’s not your safe-word,” she said as she let me have it again across my ass.

“Yeogh, and what is my safe-word?” I demanded to know.

“I’m not going to tell you, you’ve been disrespectful of me and Joseph and I demand retribution,” and let me have it again across my ass to the shouts of encouragement and laughter of the onlookers in the room.

Into the room came Prof. Cohen, head of the history department, and obviously saw my plight. He recognized me since he was on the committee that would approve my application for assistant professorship, and on seeing me being whipped with my hands bound to my sides and my prick sticking out with an erection came over no doubt to rescue me and said, “I didn’t know you participated in the activities of the club.”

“I’m not a member of this club: I’m just a guest and there is a little misunderstanding of something I said,” I explained to Prof. Cohen. “Let her know that I didn’t mean any disrespect,” I asked of him.

“Oh, I can’t do that,” the professor said, “She’s liable to take it the wrong way and make me join you and also whip my ass.” I noticed the tenting up at the crotch of his trousers.

After giving me two more good whacks across my ass, Monique decided to survey the results, being satisfied she released my hands from the restraints and said, “I hope you’ve learned your lesson not to insult an innocent girl, I’m now going to let you apologize properly; on your knees.” When I dropped to my knees she pulled my shirt and underwear up and removed the balance of my clothes so that I was on my knees bare-naked with my prick fully extended with a hard-on. Wrapping a thin collar around my throat, she attached to it a leash and led me back to the couch; pulled up her skimpy dress and sat down in front of me so that I faced her wet, hairy snatch.

Yanked my face between her legs Monique said, “Show how sorry you really are, and lick me.” I greedily dug in with my tongue and licked her cunt first around the outside and progressed to pushing my tongue inside and lapped her juices as she bucked and yelped with pleasure as I proceeded. “Yes, yes, yes,” she loudly exclaimed as I brought her to a climax. In the meantime my own cock was begging to be relieved, I would have grabbed it to release the pent up demands it was making on me but for Monique dropping to the floor next to me and affixing a cock ring to the base of my penis. “Oh no you don don’t,” she said, “you and I are Annie’s pets and she will let you jack off when she’s good and ready.”

Monique handed Annie my leash and Annie attached Monique’s leash to her collar and led the two of us to the dinning room for a bite to eat. I sat at a table with Annie, David, and another student couple; Prof. Cohen, who was dressed as a waiter, served us. It was all very bizarre, the professor was impeccably dressed in a waiter’s formal attire except the seat of his pants was cut out showing his bare ass and the front of his pants also cut out and in its place a penis sleeve prevented him from jacking off to relieve his hard on.

Notwithstanding Monique’s and my lack of clothing, I expressed my astonishment at what I was seeing in respect to the professor; after all he is an important person on campus with the rumor that he was in line to be appointed Proctor in addition to being head of his department. Annie just laughed, gave some instructions to the professor, who left and returned with a crop and handed it to her. She instructed him to turn around and bend over and she administered five good ones across his ass with the crop. We then gave our order for dinner to him.

Dinner was great except desert. For desert both Monique and I were ordered under the table, my leash was handed to David, who pulled me between his legs. Simultaneously Monique was pulled between Annie’s legs and we were required to suck and lick as the case may be their private parts. I cannot speak for Monique but suspect she enjoyed it as much as I. Although I couldn’t at first adapt to the size of his damn thing, but got the hang of it and took it down my throat all the way. I sucked and sucked and sucked and he came with three spurts down my throat to both of our satisfaction.

After dinner and desert Monique and I were led upstairs, my cock ring was removed and we were required to first lick and suck each other in bed 69 style but before I could come we were turned around and fucked with her on top. Our audience of Annie, David and others watched and urged us on and finally clapped when we concluded in a rapturous climax.

Monique and I were directed to shower together and told to clean up, get dressed and go home since the students had homework to do we had to prepare for classes the next day. Monique drove me home in silence since we both did not know what to say to each other under the circumstances. The next day I saw Annie in class and she acted as if nothing unusual took place the day before. I ran into David and some of the other students and they greeted me both politely and friendly. It was no different with Prof. Cohen or Joseph, the math instructor and I began to wonder was it a dream that never actually took place.

But with Monique it was different, she patted me on the ass when we ran into each other in the hall to get my attention, gave me a big smile and suggested I come over to her place and she would prepare dinner. She was always so prim and proper, I never gave her a second look, but actually upon looking her over, she’s rather good looking, her ass and tits are not too big and not too small. If she let’s her hair down and takes off those big-rimmed glasses, she is cute. I suggested Friday; she set the time to seven.

It’s funny how things happen Monique I became fast friends. We started going with each other regularly and found we had a lot of interest in common. It is unknown to me who initiated it but we started to share the same bed and our friendship blossomed into something much deeper. We still attended the club on occasion but found that Annie and David were fickle and gave their attention mainly to other faculty members who had joined the club. That was Ok with us since we had each other.

Prof. Cohen recommended me to assistant professor and I figured with my increase in income maybe I should ask Monique for her hand in marriage notwithstanding she never did give me my safe word. I wish she would throw away that damn whip she keeps in her closet. I’m going to have to give this a lot more thought before I commit myself.

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