You had to stop. You had to stop! But one glance at your professor told you that no, he would be quite disappointed in you if you stopped yourself now.

But she's fucking looking at me!

You glanced over at Steph again, and she had gone back to her quiz. But there was a deep rut between her eyebrows, and she was frowning. It could have been because of the quiz, of course, but you had the funny feeling that it was because you'd been caught masturbating during class, as you had been so clearly instructed to do.

Slowly you closed your eyes and reopened them, checking your quiz for any signal or indication that he wanted you to climax. There was nothing, so you were probably free to stop. Which you did. You had to! You couldn't go on like that!

Seán frowned a good deal from behind his book, and you realized that it had been propped up on his desk with one hand as he read. The other hand? Elsewhere.

You had the feeling you knew precisely where it was. That made you turn a bright red again. Was he touching himself, too? Because you were? He had to be! Why else would he have looked so pointedly at you, and then to his lap?

You looked down at your quiz and scribbled something down: I'm so sorry, but someone caught me doing it.

You got up and handed in your quiz, making sure that the skirt stayed down as you approached him and sat back down. He took a peek at what you had written on the back and heard him scoff, tossing the paper back down.

You were certain to be reprimanded for this.

~☆~

Once everyone had handed in their quizzes, Seán cancelled the rest of the lesson, sending everyone out the door. Only you and Stephanie lingered there, and she would not look at you. Her frown seemed to be permanently on her pretty face.

What could you say to her? Apologize for doing what you were told to do?

All at once she gathered her things and walked out the door of the room, her head down. You would have to talk to her later. Seán followed her, closing the door behind her and locking it from the inside. Then he returned to his desk and began to gather up everyone's quiz papers. "I noticed that you wrote an apology instead of what I clearly instructed you to do."

"S-sir, please, I'm sorry... Stephanie, she... I think she caught me when I was touching--"

He snatched your wrist and pulled you close. "Did I say you could stop? I don't care if you got caught; I gave you clear instructions and I expect you to follow through with them!" he roared. He ripped his hand away from your wrist and sat down in a huff, pushing his rolling chair back before patting his lap. "Lie across my lap," he stated in a cold voice.

You could not refuse him. You had signed the contract. So you hesitated anyways before doing as he commanded, lying across his lap.

His hand went to your ass immediately, rubbing and massaging it in a soothing sort of manner. The skirt was slowly being ridden up higher and higher. "When I tell you to do something, I expect it to be done. Am I clear?" the professor asked in a soft voice.

"Y-yes, sir," you replied, feeling the blood drain from your face. You knew you were going to be punished. Your first punishment by his hands.

"You know what has to happen, now, don't you? I have to punish you for not doing as you're told. Your first test and you've failed. I'm so very disappointed in you."

Tears began to prick in your eyes, and you glanced up at him. "I'm sorry, I... I freaked out when she was looking at me..."

"I don't care." Seán raised his hand and brought it back down, slapping your ass sharply and making you yelp. "I really don't. I expect you to do as you are told, no matter the consequences." He struck you again, and you yelped for the second time.

Then he didn't stop, spanking you erratically, rubbing your backside every so often in between. "S-sir, please... I'm sorry..." you begged, tears in your eyes. Damn, your ass hurt!

"How many?" the professor asked softly.

"How many...? How many what?" you asked, clearly confused.

"How many times did I strike you?"

Shit. You hadn't been counting. You sighed heavily. "I wasn't counting, sir..." was your soft response.

"I am so disappointed in you. We'll do it over." Do it over?! Your ass was killing you! But Seán, of course, did not seem to care about the handprints he had so firmly given as he spanked you all over again. This time you kept count, though you had the sneaking suspicion that he struck you more the second time around.

You groaned slightly as his hand felt up the back of your thigh. Your ass was red, nicely so, his handprint fairly obvious. Fingers grazed your slit, sliding easily. He smirked. "How many times?"

"S-Seventeen," you answered. You had kept a close count. The last thing you needed was for him to start up again.

"Good girl. You kept count." His hand continued to rub you, his digits slippery from your juices. "You little slut, you got aroused by your punishment? This is easier than I thought."

You squirmed in his lap, trying to push your legs open a little wider so he had easier access. But he chuckled and stopped his hand motions; apparently what you had done was amusing him, so he stopped to tease you. "S-sir, please... please keep going..."

"Oh? You want to orgasm? After I tried to test you and you failed, you think you deserve a reward?" Seán abruptly shoved you off of his lap, and you landed hard on the wooden floor. "Touch yourself and I'll punish you further. Now get out and go to your next fucking class."