David punishes his teacher (again)

As he sat in the basement, waiting for Mrs. Browning to appear, he looked up whatever he could about Dr. Larkzeibann. Apparently, he was a Swiss psychologist from the early 20th century and an avid follower of Freud. During his own time, he'd been considered eccentric to the point of insanity.

In the modern era, he was hated. There were message boards online talking about how he had selected **** women for psychological experiments in the 30s, whom he had then sexually abused, just to see the effect on their psyches. Then he had published a book called "The Secret to Sexual Liberation", a book which had been so misogynistic, even for its time, that most copies had been burned by first and second wave feminists.

David was just about to read some quotes, supposedly from the book, when he heard the sound of someone descending the stairs. He ducked out of sight, pressing himself behind a stack of boxes and waiting with baited breath. After a moment, Mrs. Browning appeared at the bottom of the stairs, looking disheveled and dirty. He watched as she staggered inside, looking around with wide eyes and...anticipation?

"David? David are you here?" She called out, her knees wobbling atop her precarious high heels. As she passed his hiding place, he darted out and wrapped a hand around her mouth.

"You've been a very bad girl." David said. He felt her shudder beneath him. She was turned on by how much of a pervert she was. He wondered if Dirty Talk would get her to climax.

"You need to be punished." He said, dragging her over to the same sofa that had been used for her punishment last night. He threw her over the back of it and flipped up her bright red skirt.

Her ass was still pink from yesterday and her panties, which matched the bra she'd earlier shown him, was drenched. David let out a little moan, just at seeing her. He didn't like that. He was supposed to be the one in control.

"David, please-" She quivered and he wasn't sure she even knew what she was begging him for.

"Shut up. You need to shut the fuck up right now." He said, running his hand along her ass and making her shake against the couch. "You admitted to me you were a fucking freak...you showed me your bra, Mrs. Browning. You could lose your job...and your husband. You could go to jail."

Mrs. Browning let out another whimper as his hand grazed her spanked ass. She had been hypnotized into forgetting the spanking, but she had still felt the pain, every time she sat down. His breath grew heavy, imagining her sitting down gingerly, without knowing why.

"I am going to give you a chance, Mrs. Browning." He said. "I am going to give you a chance to repent for being such an disgusting slut. You are going to thank me for giving you a chance to become better."

She let out a strangled whimper and then spoke. "Th-thank you, David."

David grabbed her hair and yanked her head up. "I'm giving you a chance to avoid having your life ruined and that's all you have to say?"

"Puh-please...I don't..."

"It's not David, anymore, Mrs. Browning. I am your superior now...I've seen you maul those ridiculous monstrosities you call tits. I can currently smell your arousal, Mrs. Browning. You will call me sir."

"Please don't make me, sir." He could tell from her expression that she was stunned to find herself already obeying him and he decided not to give her a chance to analyze why.

Instead, he slapped her hard, across her still reddened ass, watching the deliciously sculpted flesh tremble with pain and impact. He waited a moment, hearing her beginning to sob in confusion and distress.

"You didn't thank me..." He said.

Her sobbing continued, as did her "punishment", until she finally began to thank him for each spank. He could, of course, have told her to thank him. But it was more enjoyable to watch her slowly fall apart in front of him.

When he was done, he sat on an old crate and watched as she continued to whimper and squirm, too aroused and humiliated to attempt to salvage her dignity.

"When is the last time you had sex?" He asked.

She drew a breath in, hard. "David, I don't-"

SLAP! His hand delivered a thunderous blow across her aching rear and he watched as she flailed and screeched.

"What did I tell you?"

"SIR! Sir...please don't..."

SLAP!

"Answer the question, Mrs. Browning."

"I sucked my husband's dick last night!" She was so stunned by her own honesty, that she could only open and close her mouth in terror.

SLAP!

David broke the silence by slapping her massive ass again. "Finally, some honesty. You're not going to lie to me again, Mrs. Browning. I'm your only hope..."

He considered making her forget this session too, but instead, he stepped closer. "You're going to keep coming to school, Mrs. Browning. And you're going to visit my house this Friday afternoon. If anyone asks you why, you will tell them that you are tutoring me. You're not going to tell anyone that I've been punishing you. You know that I am the only one who can save your from your own diseased mind. Don't upset me again."

With that, he turned away and headed up the stairs, leaving her to continue to sob and drip in hopelessness and humiliation.