Teen Fuck
A Collection of 4 Short Stories
by Kitty Meaker
with Pammy Perkins
Copyright Kitty Meaker 2012
Copyright Pammy Perkins 2012
Published at Smashwords
All characters depicted in these stories are over the age of 18.
Table of Contents
Clara's First College Double-Dicking by Pammy Perkins
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by Kitty Meaker
Veronica Shaw stared at her grade in disbelief. This was only the first essay of four due in Professor Brand's English literature class, and she had made a D. She stuffed the paper deep in her bag and stood up. She'd just talk to her father about this. Dean Shaw had been with the college for over twenty years, and surely he could influence Professor Brand to give her a more lenient grade.
Veronica stood and walked to the classroom door. Right as she was at the threshold, Professor Brand called out to her.
“Miss Shaw! I need to see you about your grade.”
Veronica could feel the eyes of the other students burning into her, and her head slumped as she made her way to the professor's desk. The last of the students filed out, and the door slammed shut. Professor Brand folded his arms and looked at her intently.
“I expected a bit more from your essay, Miss Shaw. Especially considering that your father is dean of this department.” he said.
“Well, about that,” Veronica began. “I'm sure if I talk to my father, he can explain to you how important-”
“I've already discussed your grade with your father.” Professor Brand interrupted. “He seems to think the only problem with your grade is that you failed to get a higher one.”
“You talked with my daddy?” Veronica asked nervously.
“Your father and I have worked together at this university for a long time, Miss Shaw.” Professor Brand said. “He knows that anyone who fails my class does so because they are a poor student. He's given me permission to use whatever measures I deem appropriate to encourage you to try harder in this class.”
“Whatever measures you... deem appropriate?”
Professor Brand stood up. “Very few times in my career have I been advised to take extraordinary measures to discipline a student. You are a special case, Miss Shaw. Your father does not want to see you fail this class, for it would be an embarrassment to both him and the department. But your father also believes in the value of hard work. So I have been advised that I am to motivate you to work harder. Miss Shaw, I'm going to ask you to bend over this desk for a spanking.”
“A spanking?!” Veronica cried. She stood up. “When my father hears about this-”
“Your father has full knowledge of this.” Professor Brand quietly interrupted. “I've known your father a long time. Do you really think I would risk my position at this university by engaging in such conduct without express approval of the dean?”
Veronica was silent as she thought over what Professor Brand had said. It was true that her father had talked about Professor Brand in glowing terms before, as if they were friends. And Professor Brand didn't seem like a man who would risk his position by spanking the daughter of the dean. Still, she thought, a spanking?
“I suppose you're right, Professor.” Veronica said reluctantly. “But is it really necessary to spank me? If you could tutor me instead-”
“Miss Shaw,” Professor Brand said, growing impatient. “I hardly have time to tutor one student out of the dozens I'm responsible for teaching this semester. If you wish to be tutored, this university has facilities for that. Your father has asked me to motivate you to improve your grade. Now, bend over the desk for your spanking. Or you may leave this classroom and explain to your father that you've chosen to fail this class.”
Veronica felt tears well up in her eyes. This was hardly fair. She had thought the first essay would be easier, or that Professor Brand would've given her a break since she was the dean's daughter. Instead she was being humiliated – being spanked!
Veronica saw no way out, however. Slowly, reluctantly, she bent over the professor's desk.
Professor Brand moved behind her in silence. Tears rolled from Veronica's eyes as she stared at the blackboard. Suddenly, she felt her skirt thrown over her back, and a cool breeze passed over her panties. She gasped at the sudden invasiveness of it.
“I am going to give you twenty spanks,” Professor Brand said, and Veronica gasped again from shock. “I expect you to count each stroke of my hand as I do it. If you do not keep count, I will have to repeat the stroke.”
Veronica felt a sudden slap on her ass, and cried out in shock.
Professor Brand waited, then said, “Since you did not count that stroke, I will start over.”
“W-wait, sir! Please!” Veronica cried.
Professor Brand ignored her and delivered another stinging smack.
“Oooh!” Veronica cried. “O-one!”
“Very good.” Professor Brand said. “I see that hard discipline does motivate you to learn.” He delivered another smack.
“Ouch! Two!” Veronica said.
“I'd like you to say thank you after each stroke, Miss Shaw.” the stern instructor said. “Give the count, and then say 'Thank you, sir.'” Professor Brand delivered another hard smack to Veronica's ass.
“T-three! Th-thank you, sir!” Veronica cried, fighting back tears.
Professor Brand began to deliver his smacks in a regular rhythm, with Veronica calling them out each time. Halfway through, she lost control and began to sob, tears rolling down her face as the professor continued to smack her tender ass.
Finally, unbelievably, Professor Brand reached the last stroke.
“Twenty! Ah! Thank you, sir!” Veronica gasped, choking back a sob. She remained bent over the desk, awaiting Professor Brand's approval of the final count.
“Very good, Miss Shaw.” Professor Brand said. “You may remain in that position for the time being.” The professor walked around the desk and sat himself down in front of Veronica. He hooked a finger under her chin and lifted her head up. Her eyes met his reluctantly.
“I'd like you to tell me what lesson you've learned here today, Miss Shaw.”
Veronica struggled to think of an answer. What was the lesson? Slowly it dawned on her. “Professor Brand,” she said meekly, “I'll be more disciplined in my studies.”
“Very good.” Professor Brand said. “I see that you have learned your lesson. Since you learned your lesson, I will reward you. Does your backside hurt from your spanking?”
Not trusting herself to speak without crying, Veronica simply nodded her head.
The professor reached into his desk and pulled out a small tube of cream. “If you would like to alleviate some of the pain, I can apply this cream to your buttocks.” Professor Brand said. “I will have to remove your panties, however.”
Veronica blushed a deep red. “Can't- can't I take it home and apply it myself, sir?” she asked.
The professor shook his head. “I can't allow that, Miss Shaw. Decide now, would you like me to apply it or not?”
Veronica thought of how sore her butt was and how much it would hurt to sit in class tomorrow. She needed the cream. Slowly she nodded at the professor. “I'd like for you to apply it, sir.” she said.
The professor stood up and walked around his desk. Veronica felt him grasp the waistband of her panties, and he slowly slid them down to her knees. She felt the cool breeze against her bare sex now, and blushed deep from shameful embarrassment at being exposed to this authority figure.
After a brief moment, she felt the professor began to rub the cream into her buttocks. She gave a sigh of relief as the cream immediately began to relieve some of the soreness. Professor Brand continued to rub the cream in, and Veronica realized with alarm that she was starting to feel slightly aroused.
The professor stopped rubbing the soothing cream in, and Veronica felt a small twinge of disappointment. The professor walked around his desk and sat down in his chair again.
“You may stand now.” he instructed.
Veronica stood up on shaky knees.
Professor Brand's eyes flicked to her skirt.
“You may pull up your panties now, Miss Shaw.” he said.
Veronica bent down to pull up her panties. She slid them up under her skirt, and had to resist a brief impulse to lift her skirt and show the professor her shaved sex. What's wrong with me? she thought.
“You may leave now, Miss Shaw. I'll see you in class next week.” Professor Brand said. She looked up at him, but he was already gathering his things. Veronica walked out of the classroom and headed home.
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Later that evening, Veronica joined her father for dinner. Sitting at the opposite end of the table, the imposing man asked her about her essay.
“Did Professor Brand impress upon you the importance of hard work in his class?” her father asked.
“He did, daddy.” Veronica said. She wanted to ask him if he had really given Professor Brand permission to spank her, then thought of her brief arousal and blushed. She didn't want to bring up something like this with her father. No, he had surely given permission. Why else would he be asking her about it?
Her father nodded at her. “That's good. I expect you to uphold my reputation by getting good grades.”
Veronica sighed. Wasn't being the dean's daughter supposed to make things easier?
* * *
Veronica sat nervously through Professor Brand's next class, wondering what to expect. But he paid her no special attention, and she soon stopped worrying and tried to concentrate on his lecture.
As she was getting ready to leave, however, the professor called her over. She blushed furiously as her classmates once again gave her piercing stares.
After the last student had left, Professor Brand asked her, “Do you have a first draft for your next paper, Miss Shaw?”
A first draft? Veronica thought. I didn't even realize we were supposed to start on it yet!
“Err- I didn't know we were supposed to have one yet.” Veronica said nervously.
“I mentioned it last week in front of the whole class, Miss Shaw. I didn't require the other students to bring theirs in, but as you are a special case, I would like to see yours. Are you saying you haven't started it yet?”
Veronica blushed. “Ah- no, I haven't started it yet. Sir.” she stammered.
“I see.” the professor said. Veronica could fill his eyes drilling into her.
“I'm afraid I will have to discipline you further, Miss Shaw.” the professor said. “Please stand up and remove your panties.”
Veronica felt a small shiver run through her body. “My panties, sir?” she asked.
“Yes. Your last spanking was obviously not effective enough to motivate you, so we are going to try this. A spanking without the protective layer of your panties will be more painful, and should motivate you properly.”
Veronica blushed, and slowly slid her panties down her legs, stepping out of them. She held them in her hand as she bent over his desk.
Professor Brand flipped over her skirt again, and she braced herself for the first spank.
SMACK!
“Ah! One! Thank you, sir!” Veronica called, thankful she remembered to count her spanks.
SMACK!
“Two! Thank you, sir!”
SMACK!
“Three!” Veronica began to gasp as her still-sore bum began to hurt from the new spankings. “Oh, thank you, sir!”
Professor Brand continued to deliver his painful smacks, and by the last one Veronica's tears were rolling down her face again.
“T-twenty! Thank you, sir!” she gasped through her sobs.
Professor Brand sat at his desk as he had before. He pulled out the tube of cream, and asked her again, “Would you like for me to apply this to your buttocks?”
“Yes, sir.” Veronica replied meekly.