One minute I was standing, the next my vision was filled with the sight of Professor K's hardwood floor. At first I was too surprised to speak, squeaking as I was pulled roughly over Professor K's knee. The sudden act of dominance came as a shock, and a pleasant one at that. The stillness lasted only a moment when finally the adrenaline kicked in. I thrashed and kicked, trying to prevent the inevitable.

My bare ass was exposed to the cool air, and my nipples hardened as a shiver ran down my spine. I was suddenly very aware of the warmth of Professor K's legs under my hips; the realization spreading the warmth between my legs. Then the first slap hit my ass, and I half moaned, half screamed as I felt the fire spread over my backside. I bit my lip and squirmed harder against Professor K, hitting his leg with my fits and kicking my feet as I struggled to get free. I was grinding my hips into his leg, trying to escape each increasingly more painful hit, and was rewarded by an ever increasing sensation of wetness that I held back tightly between my thighs.