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Thread: Spare the Rod. [ Father ... Yaga ]

Odessa shut her eyes for a moment as he requested - or was it demanded? - that she show them to him. She took a long pause, her gaze leaving him once more and finding the floor between them, much happier to stare at the ugly carpet than his cold eyes. She should have known that he was going to demand that he show her. Odessa wondered how bad it would be. To her, Dr. Holmes probably had some little old wife who was his age, perhaps a bit younger. She would have gray in her hair just like him, and her body would be tired and old. Odessa's body was still young, as tight as could be, and presently hidden under her dress. Her hands had found her dress as she thought, grasping loosely at the fabric. It was snug around her slim waist but grew out, giving her plenty of room and stopping short just above her knees. Odessa looked at his face once more, briefly, looking for an answer. She already had one, but she didn't want to come to terms with it's truth. Slowly, the young woman's body began to turn. She drew another foot back, but not fully, as if stepping to the side. Odessa twisted her body carefully and face away from him, showing him her back. Odessa switched her books to one of her hands, holding them at her hip. She turned her face slightly to see him, to confirm that he was watching despite how she felt his eyes all over her. Still, he observed. Odessa's eyes went downwards again. Her free hand came to the hem of her dress, grasping at the fabric, bunching it in her fingers before beginning to draw it upwards. Inch by inch revealed her thighs, a creamy white beneath the stockings. She showed him the straps of her garter belt, a strange, sort of old-fashioned touch for a woman her age another one of Odessa's fun little secrets. The dress continued to go up until finally, it revealed the softness of her backside. Odessa's body was not unfed. She had an average size waist, one that Dr. Holmes's hands would fit quite nicely on. However, her backside was something to behold. It was round and quite full, dipping down into her thicker thighs. Her cream-colored backside was clad in that joke of a garment, the few straps of 'panties' that clung to her ass, squeezing into the thick globes of flesh. Odessa bunched her dress up further and held it away, making sure he could see every part of her ass. She swore her heart had stopped.
Thread: Spare the Rod. [ Father ... Yaga ]

He had admired her that was true but he had not expected her to be so delectably perfect. That bottom was exquisite, everything he could have wanted to see in a woman, and he found his eyes widening in just the slightest hint of appreciation and attraction. He made no other show of his want for her, he made not attempt to show her anything at that moment. She was not looking at his face and it was easy for him to control such a response. His lips would have curled into a snarl if he could have let it all out. However, he restrained everything. He was a middle aged man, experienced, it was lust to be sure but a lust that he could easily prevent from ever entering the equation if he wanted. Unlike the young boy who might fall prey to the wiles of a woman such as Odessa, this man could turn and leave the room and never once look back. Yet he wanted her like he was a fucking animal. He moved forward to touch that amazing backside, gripping it viciously as his other hand came up to touch her throat. It was demanding, dangerous, the surest show of a domineering personality. He did not choke her, he was not intending to threaten her life, he instead just collared her with his strong hand...holding her in place as his other hand moved along her ass. His fingers slid across the crack of her as he stood there, uncaring if another saw them, but caution took over. If nothing else he was a creature of reason, always weighing his decisions before moving upon them. He turned her just slightly away from the door so that any who looked in would merely see his large frame, his entire body preventing them from realizing a woman stood in front of him. His voice was low, sultry with mixed emotions. Distaste, demeaning, and approving all at the same time. Ms. Lakes, I am amazed at your choice of undergarments. Tell me, is it because you secretly hoped for something like this? His hand dug into her flesh, giving it a vicious squeeze before coming back just slightly in order to slap that willing and so very responsive to the blow from an expert hand. Once more he caressed the spot where the flesh reddened, nails tracing in small arcs. He had not even come close to dipping to touch her young holes, once more the measure of the man shown in the fact that he did not run for the finish line. Instead he merely taunted her with the idea of victory. You brought this on yourself, look at you, standing there trembling...dressed like a harlot and ready to be taken like one. Are you willing to barter for your grades, Ms. Lakes? Not once had he called her Odessa, not once. It was as if he dehumanized her with her very own name.
Thread: Spare the Rod. [ Father ... Yaga ]

The reality of what was happening to little Odessa slapped her cleanly across the face when his large hand came to rest on her backside, his other winding purposefully around her throat. She took in a small gasp, a breath of air that could barely be heard even in the silence of the room. Odessa's eyes were somewhat softer now, weaker looking, and she kept them forward, not daring to look at him. If she couldn't see him, he couldn't see her, supposedly. But Dr. Holmes did see her. And he was enjoying what he saw. I-I don't- Odessa was trying to respond to his question - rather, his insinuation that she enjoyed this - when his hand whacked at her backside. Of all things, Odessa dropped her books, sending the leather-bound articles to the floor with a tiny clatter. The hand that once held them came up to cover her own mouth, her eyes squeezing shut for a moment. Dr. Holmes would not have to guess that she was suppressing a cry. Odessa had not been struck on the behind since she was a child, and it disgusted her that there was always a small part of her that enjoyed the punishment. Wailing, bent over the knee of her father. He had not drawn her skirt like Odessa did for Dr. Holmes, but here in the lecture hall, she held it up herself, literally inviting her professor to do as he pleased. His nails ghosting along her flesh made her shake her head a little in response to his question, finally, her eyes still tightly shut. Odessa's pores shifted, goosebumps rising all over her lily-white flesh, giving the impression that she was cold. Quite the opposite. Odessa's body was agonizingly hot now, despite the fact that the room was a comfortable temperature. A cloud of shame hung over her head, coming to rest in the edges of her face and his throat where he touched her, making her blush hard enough to look like she could have had a sunburn. At the end of the day, Odessa needed to graduate. She would not drown in student loans that only ended in her failure. Finally, she opened her eyes, glassy and scared. Odessa's hand pulled from her mouth just far enough that she could speak, her gaze turning to him carefully. I need to pass, Odessa said, a prayer in the sudden darkness of the lecture hall.
Thread: Spare the Rod. [ Father ... Yaga ]

That cry. That was all he really needed at that moment to understand this young woman in all of her glory. Every inch of her screamed for the need to be punished for the feelings of her past, all the emotions that had consumed her. It was in the arc of her throat and how she tilted it when she looked back at him, the way her eyes gazed with that look of drugged befuddlement that only a true submissive could feel when faced with a dominant man, and the very fact that she had not even bothered to drop her skirt after he spanked that amazing ass of hers. No, in fact she had continued, she had offered, she had provided him more than just opportunity but with permission. Perhaps she did not see it yet, but he did, the very sight of her crumbling will falling before him like an animal laying down to die. His eyes narrowed as they met hers and she could finally see the man for who he really was. He smirked with wicked glee at that moment. His hand slid from her throat to touch her beautiful hair, gripping it like she was some upstart child that required some guidance. She could use whatever excuse she wanted, let her think her grades mattered that much, but the truth inside was that she just needed more. They both knew it, yet he could not do it in view of that window. No matter how much he wanted to just continue they required a bit more privacy than this. He gazed round and then using that beautiful hair he began guiding her away from the door and towards the back of the room, his hand giving her ass a good squeeze but he did nothing more to her as he pressed further back into the lecture hall. It left her books on the floor, but really why even bother with the fiction that her studies mattered? His voice was dark, even teasing as he spoke to her. Ms. Lakes, I am sure we can arrange for you to pass. I have very little doubt, but you have to show me how much you're willing to give. I will admit that you are a very...., he gave a smirk. Well rounded woman, but I think I should see everything you have to offer. Don't you? He practically shoved her away towards the floor of the hall, up in the back where they could be obscured by the many tables and desks. His eyes narrowed as he towered over her. There was no need to hide the fact of his intention, she had already known the moment she lifted that fucking skirt and he whispered vehemently. Fucking spread for me, Ms. Lakes.
Thread: Spare the Rod. [ Father ... Yaga ]

Again, that same cry that Dr. Holmes had so instantly fell in love with left her again as he gripped her hair, a cry that made her eyes wrench shut before, as if she could open them again and she would be safe in her dorm room. She kept her eyes shut this time, not wanting to face him anymore, unable to. The young woman practically stumbled as her professor guided her deeper into the classroom, deeper into her own demise, essentially. His grip on her was firm, far more commanding than anything she had ever experienced, and yet he was simply bringing her somewhere. He didn't yank her around because he didn't need to. When she managed to open her eyes again, she was somewhere else, far away from the safety of the glass window in the door. His hands remained just where they were when she tried to hide, holding her with a practiced ease. Dr. Holmes had turned handling young, frightened women into an art form. He would no doubt help her find just where she belonged in his classroom. Fucking spread for me. Spread what? Odessa fumbled stupidly in her mind, the answer lingering, but she struggled to see it past the venom in his eyes. Only when his hands abandoned her, leaving her with an open wound of loneliness, Odessa began to move into what she assumed would best please him. Funny how that desire came over her so rapidly the desire to please. Ms. Lakes saw the desk before her and took one step closer to it. At once, she began to bend, her torso and legs making a near perfect ninety degree angle. Her tiny hands came to grip the opposite side of the desk, but not before returning her dress to where it once had been, right above the hefty dip of lower back, revealing herself once more. In two shaking movements, Odessa had spread her legs, her ankles lined up perfectly with the legs of the desk. She kept her head low, practically panting. With her ass illuminated under the soft lights of the lecture hall, Odessa felt like a rack of lamb in the butcher shop. She was silent apart from her quivering breath. Her ass was forced to arch out, legs wide open, revealing the outline of her sex beneath the tight panties. Her backside was completely visible, apart from the elastic black straps that gripped it, a tiny bow of ribbon at the top. She was mortified.
Thread: Spare the Rod. [ Father ... Yaga ]

That ass of hers was something to be relished and he took his time in doing so as he looked down at her. His own hands came out, this time taking full charge of the young woman, gripping that amazing bottom and opening her fully up to him. There was no need to be coy any longer, not like this, not with her displayed in such a whorish fashion. The time for subtlety was long gone. He had demanded of her and she had decided that regardless of her fears, regardless of her uncertainties, that she would give him more of herself. He smiled as he spread her to gaze at those holes, narrow eyes admiring the small bit of cloth that covered her little pussy and that tiny puckered asshole. Well now, it hardly gave him much in the way of options now did it? He would have to gain access to her cunt if he wanted it, but one...one was wide open and ready for him. He spit on her. It was a cruelty in and of itself to have someone spit upon you and he understood that instinctually. Of course in a few moments his tongue would be upon her, of course he would be swiping it along her flesh as intimately as any lover would have, yet there was definitely something different when it came to being caressed by a tongue...and having a man purse his lips and spit down onto your asshole. He watched it pool there, sliding down to coat the fabric which covered her little cunt and he leaned close. She could feel the hot air from his lungs, sliding out as he exhaled over her panties and then he swiped his tongue upwards along the thin fabric to catch his own dripping saliva. His tongue moved and he tasted her little rear end, dipping within, providing a small measure of lubrication. His intentions were clear, there was little doubt of that fact. He intended to take her, take her right there, and his hands came off as he straightened after a few moments of working her young hole. He smiled down at the shiny flesh as he undid his own pants, yet he was hardly about to take her just yet. No, that would be too far and too fast. He wanted to make her suffer, the sadist in him burning as he pulled free his belt. He doubled it over in the palm of his hands and he whispered softly. It was a lulling sound, a horrid one, the way he seemed to know her so well. I know you cum thinking of being raped by men, don't you fuck slut. Whether it was true or not, he said it. He said it to hammer home the fact that she was bent over like a willing slut. The belt idly moved in his hand, a swift flicker of expertise, and then he brought it down. Idly striking across her ass, the swift motions of a man who knew how to provide a spanking and frankly was just fucking with the woman he was giving it to. This was all about making her feel horrid for her lot in life, not inflicting true pain....though maybe this was the truest pain, the emotional and mental trauma. A woman abused because she was letting herself be treated so. He practically loved her for it.
Thread: Spare the Rod. [ Father ... Yaga ]

Odessa gasped as his spit fell upon her asshole, the tiny ring of muscles puckering in response. What the fuck did he just do. The woman looked back over her shoulder, trying to see what he was doing, but she only felt his large hands gripping her ass, playing with her cheeks and tugging them apart. She felt obscene. As his tongue fell upon her tiny rear hole, Odessa's eyes almost rolled and she arched, yanking on the edge of the desk as if trying to crawl upon it, but her feet remained firmly rooted on the floor. Her eyes shut tight, her mouth open in a noiseless wail of shock, disgust, and pleasure unlike anything she had ever felt. It was a strange feeling to be sure, a hot, wet protrusion into a very private area of her body, but it was a feeling that she would quickly come to enjoy. Her head fell back down and finally Odessa let out a sound, a fleeting mewl of approval. Her nails gripped the desk until her knuckles turned white. Dr. Holmes stopped and Odessa ceased her pathetic squirming, hiding her face in her long hair, trying to bury her shame. But the professor could smell it on her. It radiated from her trembling shoulders, her now somewhat sticky cunt. Her body was made of it. It was no surprise that Odessa had no response to his claim that she enjoyed the thought of being ravaged, touched herself while dreaming of some man's throat around her neck. She hadn't given it thought until now, but wasn't that happening to her already? Odessa hadn't told him to stop, so she supposed not. She was digging her own grave. Nnh!! Both her hands came up to cover her mouth, clapping over it firmly when the belt flickered across her ass. The white flesh bounced slightly in response before a thin, red line rose over it, proving to Odessa what he had just done. Odessa kept her elbows on the table, staying bent over for him, but she gripped her mouth fiercely so no sound could come out. Odessa's eyes had shut once more, a habit she clearly did often, trying to block out the reality of her situation. Little Odessa Lakes, bent over a desk, her ass showing, as her professor whipped it with his own belt. The old familiar feeling of childhood guilt crept over her, starting in her toes and snaking up her legs until it pooled in her gut, heating up her insides. Odessa felt very young, but had she done something wrong? She was caught with her hand in the cookie jar again, and instead of going to bed without supper, Odessa was receiving the rod.
Thread: Spare the Rod. [ Father ... Yaga ]

She looked so very delectable. Her rosy young ass offered upwards in that supplication that practically demanded she be taken. Her cheeks flinching with every blow of his belt, the taut orbs jiggling just slightly as he brought it down with swift strokes. How he adored her gasps, the way she moved, the way she seemed to just revel in all of it...and hate herself for it. He wondered briefly what it would be like to make her cry, wondered what it would be like to make her suffer. He adored her shame. His smile had long since disappeared as he looked down upon her, like she was an animal being studied beneath his gaze. A science experiment to find the right buttons to make the young Ms. Lakes utterly break. Not just physically, no....the physical was far too easy. People claimed that they could not be broken, but physical pain could break anyone eventually. No, not that. He wanted to break her fucking soul. Most men would have dropped their pants at this moment and fucked her. Most men could not have stopped themselves from doing it. Looking at her she was ready, her ass cheeks red and spread wide, her little ass covered in spit. He could have just pulled forth that cock of his and mounted her, raping her little holes as she cried with nobody around to save her. He could have it and there was no doubt that he had the desire to have it. He had the desire to take and destroy, yet...it was not going to be enough for him. Instead he took a slow deep breath, letting her lay there ready for him, and he put his belt back on. He did it casually as he walked to move in front of her, his steps making the business shoes he wore echo in the room with every motion. There was little doubt as to his arousal. It could be seen when she opened her eyes to find him standing before her. Pressing viciously against the front of his suit pants. He looked at her, idly considering as his hand came to touch her hair and trace through it. Almost as if he were petting her and he leaned down and spit...a slow dribble that spattered across her cheek. His voice was calm, completely at ease, as if they were back discussing her grades. I'll need your number if I am to arrange tutoring sessions for you, Ms. Lakes.
Thread: Spare the Rod. [ Father ... Yaga ]

Odessa wanted to cry. Guilty, little tears built up in her eyes, wrenched shut for the entirety of her spanking, but they did not fall. She simply would not allow them to. Whatever grasp on dignity she still had left did not let her cry. She did, however, sound out. Each cruel bite of the belt brought a whimper from her, and even though it was muffled by her own hands, Dr. Holmes's trained ear was more than likely to hear it, a soft moan of suffering in his classroom. Finally, it seemed to stop, leaving her ass a bright red and covered in thin welt lines. She was surprised that she had taken it so well, and although it still hurt, Odessa had a feeling that it could have been far worse. The professor had no mercy for her, not anymore, so he was likely just holding back so he wouldn't scare her away. Odessa was terrified, but it was not a fear that would make her run. She could not move. Her eyes opened and she was met with his groin, inches from her face. Her hands fell from her mouth finally when he touched her hair and she actually leaned up into his hand, only to have him spit in her face. Odessa shut her eyes again and turned away, letting out a quivering breath of air that she had been holding. Her knees wanted to buckle into the desk and just allow her to collapse, but would she give up so easily, just from him spitting on her again? Odessa didn't dare wipe it off. I-I... Clearly Ms. Lakes was on the verge of going nonverbal from the surprise of everything that had just happened to her. Shakily, one of her hands left the desk and reached into the pocket of her dress, finding her own cellphone and setting it down for him. She expected him to put his number in her phone, as her phone had no lock screen. The background picture on it was some sort of animal inside of a jar.
Thread: Spare the Rod. [ Father ... Yaga ]

He gave a soft smile as if he were dealing with some helpless child, and in a way he was. It had taken the man no less than fifteen minutes to go from having a brief conversation with Odessa Lakes about her grades....to having her bent over, spitting on her, and treating her like she was nothing but flesh to fucking abuse. What kind of man was capable of that, of reading her like she was a menu for him to partake of....and perhaps what made it worse was that it seemed no dish would be denied to him if he wished to order it. He looked down at her, admiring the sheer level of subservience in the young little bitch and he continued to trace his fingers through her hair. It was a kindness in a way, but in truth it was the sheerest of cruelties. His mannerism would do nothing other than destroy her completely in the end. He wanted to make her hurt. Yet he would keep his word, she would come to find that out soon enough. He would ensure her grade was raised, that her life changed, that even other teachers would begin to treat her better. Her teacher had quite a bit of clot. For now though this was the current problem and this was the way it needed to be. He took her phone from her and idly placed his number within it, merely doing so as if this was a common place occurrence and he had just asked that they remain in touch. He then texted himself and sat the phone down next to her, his other hand moved to take out his phone now. Still the entire time he remained hard, he remained viciously aroused and he never did a single thing about that mammoth cock waiting in his trousers. Now then, I am texting you my address. Tomorrow night you will arrive promptly at seven, I doubt you will have a problem making it on time. He sent the message and placed his phone back up before giving her head one final pat and picking up his briefcase....and then of all things he began to walk away. He walked away, leaving her there completely, not even bothering to apologize or say a word about her red ass and spit covered face. His large frame moved to the door of the room, reaching out to touch the knob and then he paused and looked back at her still bent over there. And Ms. Lakes, don't make the mistake of thinking you're supposed to be presentable. You show up dressed and ready like the whore you are, understood? And with those final words he left her in the empty auditorium.