Page 12 of Lesbian Professor (Sapphic Sweethearts #6)

Noelle

S he’s driving me absolutely crazy.

First, Polly gave me the best sex of my damn life.

Next, she blew me off completely.

Now, she’s sitting in the front row of my classroom, and she’s wearing the tiniest fucking skirt I’ve ever seen another human wear. If she moves a certain way, I’ll definitely get a clear shot of her panties – if she’s even wearing them.

Somehow, I make it through the lecture about the book we’re reading.

I stumble through by asking question after question and using a flipped classroom approach.

In my class, the students can talk a lot and at great length.

While I usually try to keep their chatting under wraps, today is an exception.

Eventually, class ends, and the room starts to empty. When Polly stands and starts to leave, I shake my head. She doesn’t see me, so I grab her arm.

“Dr. Martin?” Polly asks. She innocently looks at my hand and then back up at me. “Is something wrong?”

“I’d like to see you in my office,” I say.

“Oh.”

For a minute, I think Polly is going to resist. Maybe she’ll argue with me, or perhaps she’ll come up with an excuse as to why she can’t come to my office.

“I have another class,” she says. I stare at her. “But they canceled today,” she says quietly.

“My office,” I repeat.

Polly nods.

Together, we leave the room and walk down the hall in silence.

The professors have offices in the basement of this building, which is somewhat creepy and slightly disconcerting.

Because I’m a newer faculty member and there’s no more room, my office is actually on the second floor at the end of a long hallway.

The classroom beside my office is not currently being used for anything, which means that we have some privacy.

We’re going to need it.

As soon as we’re both inside, I close the door and lock it.

“Dr. Martin,” Polly says. “I’m sorry I skipped class.”

“I don’t want to hear it,” I say. She’s standing in the center of the room, staring at me, eyes wide.

“You need to understand,” she says. “I just needed some time to process everything.”

I take a step closer.

“You skipped my class,” I say.

“I know.”

“Did you even do the reading?”

“No,” she says, whispering.

Soon I’m right in front of her. Soon I’m staring at her in that damn tank with the tiny skirt.

“Polly, you’ve been very naughty,” I say.

“I know,” she says.

“What happens to bad girls, Polly?”

“They get a talking to?”

“Try again.”

“They get punished?”

I nod.

“And how do they get punished?”

“What do you think?”

“A spanking?” Polly asks.

“Is that something you think sounds fair?”

“Yes,” she says.

“Then I think a spanking will work. Hands on the desk, baby.”

She looks at me for just a moment, trying to decide whether she’s going to listen or not. Luckily, she decides that her obedience is more important than getting her way. She places her hands on the wooden desk, and she stays there, bent over.

“Legs apart,” I say.

She adjusts her feet so they’re spread, and I have a lovely view of her rounded ass in the skirt.

“Your skirt is so short I can almost see your pussy,” I say.

“Oh.”

“What do you think about that?”

“I think it’s exciting,” she says, her words a whisper.

“Did you wear this just for me?”

“Yes.”

“Did you wear it to tease me?”

“Uh-huh.”

“It worked.”

I step closer, and I swat her ass over the thin fabric of her skirt. She jolts just a little, but she doesn’t make a sound.

“Tell me you want to be a good girl for me.”

Smack.

“I want to be a good girl,” she says.

Smack, smack.

“Tell me again.”

“I want to be a really good girl for you.”

I smack her again, spanking her soft bottom. She starts to wiggle and groan with each smack.

“Does that hurt, baby?”

“Yes.”

“Are you going to have a sore bottom later?”

“Yes.”

“And are you going to remember that you need to obey your professor?”

“Yes, ma’am,” she says.

I stand behind her, and I push the skirt up so I can see her bottom. The white lace of her panties calls to me. I should tug it off, and I will.

In time.

“Your panties are wet, princess,” I say.

“I know.”

“Is your pussy wet for me?”

“Yes.”

“Do you feel turned on from your spanking?”

“Yes.”

“What should we do about that?”

“I don’t know,” she says.

“Should I spank you some more?”

“Maybe,” she says. “But maybe you should rub my clit.”

Polly’s voice carries the tune of hopefulness, and I have to smile. Fuck. She’s so pretty, so soft and sweet. I want more of her. I want all of her.

“I’m going to pull your panties down,” I say. I step closer, and I tug her panties down, over her bottom and to the floor. I admire her soft, pink bottom. “Your cheeks are rosy,” I say.

“Oh.”

“They’ll be sore tomorrow,” I warn.

“I know.”

As I move back up, I kiss the backs of her thighs, sliding my tongue along her soft skin. Polly groans, and the sound goes straight to my own clit. I’m aching with need, with desire. I want nothing as much as I want to slide my fingers into her, to play with her, to tease her.

“Keep still,” I say, as I reach the spot where her bottom meets her thighs. “Don’t move.”

I lick, teasing her skin. I nip at her bottom, and then I slide my tongue between her legs. I taste her, licking along her skin, and she groans for me.

Yes.

This is what I want.

This is what I need.

I slide my hand between my own legs as I devour her, licking her until she wriggles on my face.

“More,” she says.

“Good girls beg,” I say.

“More, please,” she says. “Please, Noelle, Dr. Martin, please. Please. I need it. I need you.”

I’m playing with my clit, rubbing my own pussy so fast and hard and quick that my body aches. My own release is almost here. I’m so close, but so is she.

“Turn around,” I say, hissing the words, and she does.

I dive forward, sucking her clit into my mouth, and she explodes. The force of her orgasm thrusts her hips forward, and she grinds against my face.

And then I come.

And come.

And come.

And come.