You strip, but try to resist his power

All exits are blocked, your last chance of freedom gone. Tears swell in your eyes as you whimper softly, looking for any kind of mercy. You remember how your professor got off on your humiliation and you sob, knowing this will be no different.

Thoughts of his god like cock fill your head again. Remembering how much it stretched your pussy. How you begged for his come and called him your Master. Your cunt is dripping and burning for him. Your legs tremble as your pleas catch in your throat and you curse yourself for the power he holds over you.

You slowly turn from him, deliberately displaying your backside. Your ass cheeks poke out the bottom of your tiny shorts as you slip your skimpy shirt over your head. Your hair and your tits bounce as the shirt is grabbed and torn from your fingers. Your breathing quickens as you shake in fear and anticipation of what is to come. You slowly bend forward as you slide your tiny shorts from your ass, stepping out of them and having them pulled from your hand.

You're naked and completely ****, slowly turning to face your professor and the others, your arm attempting to cover your lush breasts while your other hand cups your insanely wet pussy.

"Good slut," he tells you, gloating over your naked helplessness. You see the eyes of all of them roaming greedily over your naked, trembling body. He savours the vision of your beauty, noting your juices dripping down your inner thighs, smiling at the knowledge of your unwilling arousal.

"Put your hands at your sides," he orders, smiling as you comply, fully displaying your ripe breasts, your stiff pierced nipples and your glistening and swollen pussy lips. You're biting your lip, your eyes wide with fearful anticipation, your body trembling.

"Get her on the bench. Face down," he orders, and the other two men seize you and push you down on the padded bench. You make only the slightest resistance, giving futile whimpers as you look over your shoulder at his cold and smiling face. You feel shackles close around your wrists and forearm, then around your ankles and knees. You're laying flat on a bench that is short enough to allow your head to extend from one end, and your hips the other. With your arms and legs bound with shackles to the legs of the bench, you are helpless and exposed. You feel yourself growing even more excited at the thought of your humiliation and helplessness, turning your head to stare at him, afraid of whatever is coming next, but eagerly awaiting it.

"She's dripping like a tap," one of the other men says. "The little bitch loves it."

"She's going to love everything that happens," Professor Garrisons says with a laugh. He takes a leather paddle off a rack and shows it to you. It's three inches wide with holes in it to reduce air resistance.

"She goes crazy when she's spanked," he tells the others, grinning at your anxious face as he waves the paddle in front of it. "She'll be begging for cock once I go to work on her with this." Your eyes are wide and fearful as you stare at the paddle.

"Come on Lisa, tell us how much you want to be spanked, tell us how it makes you feel," he asks with a gloating sneer as he strokes the paddle slowly from your shoulder to your rump, watching your bound body wriggle with anticipation, watching your eyes widen further with excitement, smelling the sweet aroma of your sodden pussy.

"Beg for spanking Lisa, tell us how you need it," he orders, staring at your trembling face.

Your body aches with need to be touched and have your holes filled with throbbing cock meat. You know he speaks the truth and you find yourself wanting to scream out for a good spanking. You mind is crazy with a lustful need for ****.

Part of you knows that you can not give in so willingly. You know he will break you, just like he did before, but you must not let him see how easily he manipulates you. You must not become a cock craving slut. "I am an independent young woman," you think to yourself. This isn't who you are...isn't it?

"I won't beg you asshole!" you yell, finding the courage from somewhere. "I will not give you the satisfaction of showing me off to your frie.. aaaagghh!" You stubborn defiance is cut short as he slaps the paddle hard against your ass cheeks, making it bounce as you cry out in pain.

"No... stop it you bastard... please don't spank my ass... aaaaghh!" Again he punishes your for resistance, and you hear the others laugh.

You squirm and whine, knowing that he loves your squeals of excited pain, but powerless to stop yourself. You feel your pussy dripping even more with your juices, your inner thighs slick with your arousal. He could take you now and you would welcome it, would scream for it. You know that you would willingly, happily take the thick cocks of all the men in the room, but you also know that he wants you to beg. He wants to break you as he broke you before, have you acknowledge your utter submission, embrace your slavish need for humiliation and degradation.

"Tell us what you want Lisa," he says as he slaps you again, listening to the music of your squeals, savouring the aroma of your arousal. "Do you want to be spanked hard?" he asks as he delivers another smack. "Or do you want me to stop?" He lets the paddle touch your bare ass gently, and you quiver at the touch, making choked whimpers of need and lust.

"Spank or not, Lisa? Let's pretend that you can chose. Tell us what you want." he rubs the paddle softly over your spanked cheeks again, then slaps you hard with it, then touches you softly again. Your flesh is glowing and your pussy is dripping as you squirm on the bench, your frantic face turned back towards him.

"Choose Lisa. Tell us what you want. Tell us what you need."

You try to grind your hips against the table to relieve your aching pussy but you're bound so your ass is raised to him. You're cunt is not close to the edge so you can attempt to relieve your primal lust. Your ass cheeks are red sensitive. He keeps taunting you and you feel yourself losing to you all over again. "God Lisa! Why are you such a slut?" you silently ask yourself as you start to sob.

"Please... spank me... I need it... I need your.. cock... Master.... please don't punish me for my misbehavior... I need your fat cock deep inside my slutty cunt and ass... please Master...." you beg, hardly believing the words spilling from your lips. A few hard smacks on your ass cheeks and you had broken... but had you truly lost yourself? Or was this just so you could have that god like cock again?