#19 - Sheria Comes While Getting Her Ass Soundly Spanked by the Professor
Presenting my ass to Professor Lobel — a situation so mortifying, so humiliating, there were no words for it.
And in that situation, Professor Lobel settled himself beside me and began to stroke my ass.
Stroke… stroke…
"Mmmgh… haah…♡"
His hand was impossibly big and rough, stroking over my ass without a shred of restraint — and even that was, shamefully, getting me aroused. As though my body itself could feel what that massive hand intended: that it was coveting my ass, lusting after me even as it petted me. And in truth, I wouldn't exactly have been wrong. The owner of the hand stroking my ass was a man whose head held nothing but the thought of devouring me.
Stroke… stroke…
"Haah… haah…♡"
Did he know? That merely stroking my ass had me feeling this much? He probably did. Judging by his manner and bearing, he was a man far more practiced at handling and humiliating women than Conradin, who had toyed with me before the gate.
"What a vulgar ass. I can't even guess how many men you've lured in with it. Don't tell me there's succubus blood somewhere in your lineage?"
Stroke… stroke…
"Hah… haah…♡"
"No, I suppose not. Isn't that right? If you had such ancestry, you'd at the very least bear a demon house name — and you'd never have enrolled at this academy."
"Ngh…"
Succubi were counted among the higher orders of demonkin — nobility among demons, literally speaking. Had I truly carried succubus blood, the odds were I'd have borne a demon house surname, lived as demonkin do, and never come to this academy at all. Which meant that what this professor was actually saying, dressed up in roundabout phrasing, was that I was a commoner with no backing whatsoever, and a lewd body to boot.
Grab! Knead… knead…
"Nngh…♡ Aah…♡"
Heated breaths spilled out of me under his kneading fingers, and Professor Lobel chuckled as though even that satisfied him.
"To think a commoner student would possess such a tempting body. Why not simply become mine? Work as my maid, and I'll even see that you're spoiled. Specially."
"N… nngh… haah…♡"
There was no way in hell I'd ever say that. Become whose, exactly? Being a maid was even worse. I wanted to convey my absolute refusal — but right now, I wasn't permitted even that much resistance. Resistance was never going to be allowed for me.
Knead… knead…♡
"Nngh… mmh…♡"
And little by little, his kneading was becoming familiar to my body. Not that this professor could possibly have failed to notice.
Swish… slide…
When he flipped up my skirt with a casual motion, what came into view was my yellow underwear.
"Yellow panties, hm. Cute, but no class at all."
Pat… pat…♡
"Mmh… nngh…♡"
Professor Lobel was patting my ass — but I knew full well there was nothing well-meaning about it. A malice beyond words. A lecher's hunger, wanting to devour me. That his touch was steeped in such intentions, I knew better than anyone.
Pat…♡ pat…♡
"Mmmgh…♡ mmm…♡ haah…♡"
Every time Professor Lobel's palm landed, my ass wobbled and jiggled, flaunting its bounce. And Professor Lobel looked to be savoring the show.
"Heh heh heh heh…"
That contented gleam in his eyes as he gazed at my ass was so, so vilely lecherous.
"Haah…♡ hah…♡ aaugh…♡"
There was nothing I could do against his patting. There never would be. All I could do was hope that Professor Lobel would let me go — let me out of this place.
That said… was this really the "punishment"? There was no way a punishment from a man like him amounted to only this.
Just as that doubt surfaced, Professor Lobel dragged his fingers up the curve of my ass in a wickedly suggestive scrape.
Shaaaak
"Hnyaaaaaah♡"
At that one instant of wicked sensation, a hopelessly pathetic female's squeal burst from my throat. Perhaps he'd taken a liking to that shameless cry, because Professor Lobel simply kept grinning his sinister grin. How much lecherous greed for me, how much of that craving to defile me, was packed inside that smile? Probably brimming with it — more than I could even imagine.
Still, I have to hold on. I can get through this, Sheria.
I repeated that to myself over and over, yet another part of me was afraid. What on earth was this professor going to do to me? This Gerhardt Lobel, who — unlike his self in the original story — had given himself over to lust and was dead set on thoroughly defiling his own student. What would he do to me?
I hid my fear of that unknown as best I could, but before long, the fear was resolved entirely.
Whoosh!
SMACK!!
"Hyaaah♡"
It had been a very light swing. At least, it had looked extremely light to me. But it was anything but light. At least to me, it was searingly sharp — painful, stinging, electric. That one instantaneous motion of his hand. One single slap against my ass.
"Hah…♡ hah…♡ hah…♡ nngh…♡ hnn…♡"
That single strike alone had me gasping for air.
"Reacting this hard to one little spank? Just as I thought — you're a masochistic sow who belongs working in a brothel, not studying at an academy."
"That's… that's…♡ not true…♡"
Whoosh!
SMACK!!
"Hiiiiiiiik♡♡"
The professor's hand came down on my ass yet again. A sliver of pain — and pleasure that drowned that pain completely. Steeped in that pleasure, I let out a cry that was, quite literally, vulgarity incarnate.
"When a punishment is administered, this is what it is. Isn't it?"
"Th… that's…♡ that's not…♡"
Whoosh!
SMACK!!
"Haaaaaaah♡♡"
Paying my words no heed at all, Professor Lobel struck my ass once more — and from then on, he began spanking me in light, quick, maddening blows.
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!
"Ah♡ mmh♡ ah♡ aah♡ hyahn♡ mmh♡ nn-aaah♡ aah♡"
He just kept spanking my ass. Short, sharp blows, divided again and again. Had an ordinary person been doing the striking, it would have been more teasing than painful — but Professor Lobel's bulk and raw strength were monstrous. Even without swinging anywhere near full force, it was this electrifying, this overwhelming.
"Ahh♡ aauh♡ it hurts♡ it huuurts♡ ow♡ it huuurts♡♡"
After I cried "it hurts" a few times, Professor Lobel answered me as though stating the most obvious thing in the world.
"You're being punished. Of course it hurts, no?"
Whoosh!
SMACK!!
One powerful swing landed dead center on my ass.
"Hyaaaaaaaah…♡♡"
Considerable pain — an act that should have been nothing but pain. And yet I could be certain of one thing. It made my heart race. It aroused me. Presenting my ass, panties on display, held in a man's grip, being spanked like this — the sheer fact of it excited me beyond all reason.
No, it doesn't. Absolutely not. There's no way.
Deny it, deny it, deny it again — my heart went on pounding all the same. Perhaps he read my heart through my body's reactions, because Professor Lobel brought his hand down over my pussy.
Squelch…
"Nnngh…♡"
The moment that thick, rough hand settled over my pussy, my juices soaked right into Professor Lobel's palm.
"Soaking wet from nothing more than a spanking. It seems you require further education."
"N… no… no I'm nooot…♡ I… I'm nooot…♡"
By now, I couldn't even get words out properly. This pleasure that had been steadily eating away at my body, this pounding, this heat, was turning my mind to haze. Perhaps to send me over the edge for good, Professor Lobel resumed spanking my ass.
Whoosh! Crack!
Whoosh! Crack!
Whoosh! Crack!
Whoosh! Crack!
"Aaah♡ ah♡ aah♡ I can't♡ my ass♡ my ass♡ if you♡ spank me♡ more♡ I can't♡ I caaan't♡ aah♡ mmh♡ aah♡"
Don't spank me anymore, I'm really going to come, I'm falling apart, stop. No.
"I don't waaant it♡ I hate coming♡ I hate♡ coming while♡ my ass♡ gets♡ smacked♡ I hate it♡ I haaate iiit♡♡"
I told him, over and over, that I didn't want to come — but to Professor Lobel, those pleas were probably nothing more than extra stimulation.
Whoosh!! CRACK!!!
One more powerful swing of that hand.
"Hnaaaaaaaaaah♡♡♡"
Spurt! Spurt!
Trickle-trickle…♡
From that single blow, I came at last — juices drooling out of me, vulgar and pathetic to the very end — right there in front of Professor Lobel.
Thud!
"Haah…♡ hah…♡ mmm…♡ haah…♡"
My trembling body could no longer hold itself up, and I crumpled face-down onto the floor — and Professor Lobel simply smirked down at me as I lay collapsed there, ass shamefully raised.
"I did the diligent work of educating you, so the cleanup is yours."
Rising from his seat, Professor Lobel looked down at me and toyed with me one last time, as though he meant every word.
"Well then — do look forward to violating the rules again, Sheria. Though I suppose it hardly matters whether you do or not."
And with that thoroughly villainous 'KHAHAHAHAHA!' of a laugh, Professor Lobel took his leave.
Alone in the empty disciplinary office, I quietly panted for breath. Until the heat finally drained from my body — on, and on, and on.