Refuse him regardless of the consequences

No, I wasn't going to let him dictate me like this. No matter that I was sitting there in a short skirt without any panties on, I wouldn't risk taking an up-skirt picture in the middle of class. As Professor Cartwright continued talking, all I could think about was what would happen after class when Brandon didn't get his picture. Why was my pussy so wet thinking about that?

As I left the lecture hall I saw Brandon waiting for me. He did not look happy. Grabbing my hand, he pulled me down the hallway without saying a word. At the end of the hallway he opened the door to one of the smaller rooms meant for group session work. Dragging me in he slammed the door behind him.

"Look," I said, but before I could continue he had me bent over a table and had flipped up my skirt. Smack! I winced as I felt his hand hitting my ass.

"You've been a bad slut Emily," he growled. "You need to be punished."

"Yes," I whimpered.

"Good sluts do as they're told," he said spanking me a second time. {if skirt=false}"This is the second time today you have disobeyed me slut. {endif}You need discipline."

Smack! Smack! Smack! I winced as he started rapidly spanking me. {if skirt=false}My ass was already sore from the spanking I had gotten earlier the same day, and he wasn't holding back.{endif} Even so, as my ass got redder my pussy got wetter. I couldn't help but wriggle my ass at him, hoping for a good fucking.

"Do you really think you deserve that slut?" he asked, disbelief in his voice.

"Please," I heard myself begging.

"No, I'm claiming something else today."

I heard his zipper, and felt his cock slapping against my ass. Sticking his fingers into my pussy, he used my juices to lubricate before I felt the tip push against my asshole. I grit my teeth as my asshole stretched to give him access.

"Stop!" I gasped. "You're too big!"

"Don't worry slut, I'll take it slow. It'll fit just fine."

Hyperventilating, I stood there as he slowly but surely filled my ass with every inch of his massive cock. Grabbing a fistful of my hair, he pulled my head back and whispered in my ear.

"From now on you will follow my every order, is that understood slut?"

"Yes," I whimpered.

Smack! I yelped as he gave my ass another spank.

"It's yes sir, slut!"

"Yes sir!"

"Good, now beg me to fuck you in the ass."

"Please sir, fuck my ass. I deserve it. I've been a bad slut."

Pulling back, he then slammed his cock back into my ass and started fucking me. Slowly at first, but he quickly increased his tempo. The room was filled with the sound of his hips hitting my ass and my pained moaning. My eyes rolled back as I lost all sense of time and place, my entire world reduced to my stretched asshole. His cock became the center of my universe. As he fucked me I tried to grind my clit against the edge of the table, **** to get relief.

Finally I heard him groaning as he emptied himself into my bowels. He lay on top of me for a while, still impaled in my ass, as we both tried to recover. Then his cock was gone, replaced by a gaping emptiness. With a final slap to my ass he left me panting on the table, cum dripping from my asshole and whatever was left of my pride completely in shatters.