Flashback: Barbara Gordon's Academic Advisor

The door to the office literally slammed into Barbara's ass when it shut behind her. The **** of the door threw Barbara onto her hands and knees. Still out of breath she was thankful that years of being Batgirl prevented her knees from hurting whenever she fell on them. She was about to get off the floor when her whole body went rigid. She could feel the tell-tale pulsing tap directly on her asshole. Her back arched like a kitten as her ass twerked in time with pulse. On autopilot her knees widened then felt glued to the floor. Her face and shoulders lowered to the floor, she felt her ass thrust out twerking in time to a beat. Except for her twerking ass, she froze that way. She felt a burning hot gaze on her frozen body, locked on display for someone who smelled like cinnamon, spice, and liqueur. In her head the incredible rhythm washed over her psyche.

"Miss Gordon! I have been told that you have been misbehaving-" rang out a voice of command. Barbara felt the tapping on her delicate asshole get stronger until she senses the woman behind her. "The hall monitor tells me that she had to sit with you all last period so that you would pay attention..."

Barbara finally recognized the voice of her new Academic Advisor Professor Grant. She felt a cold sharp metal point being slowly dragged across her right asscheek and come to a stop over the built-in buttplug of her special school uniform thong. The pressure of the point on her sensitive rosebud set off a hard involuntary anal-gasm. Breathing even more heavily, she felt the metal point now tapping steadily on her teased asshole, the feeling combine into a continuous hum of pleasure. The point pushed down harder forcing another squeal of ecstasy forcing another powerful climax in under 2 minutes. Her body shuddered with untempered giddy excitement feeling the cascading pleasure of the second climax so soon.

"You are out of uniform Miss Gordon. All Gotham University students must wear their uniform in its entirety. Including the correct color coded thong-buttplug for today." Professor Grant stated as though she were reading a guilty verdict.

"mmghgmd!" Barbara's mouth tried and failed to form words around the buttplug in her mouth, her eyes snapped open for the first time since entering the room. Her eyes confirmed what she already knew. She was supposed to be wearing the neon pink and leopard print uniform thong not the deep glittering purple thong. Her head stunk to the floor she stared at Professor Grant in the full length mirror.

Professor Grant was covered from her neck down in a skin-tight red bodysuit, with red patent leather knee high stiletto boots with metal heel tips. From her lush hair, to her juicy lips her face was a perfect mask of professional judgement. Like all Gotham University professors her bust, hips, and ass were plump beyond any regular woman. But where a regular woman might have diaper butt, cellulite, or overweight aspects. Gotham University professors all possessed that almost supernatural sultry and fertile mix of impossible curves mixed with tight firm bodies.

"Miss Gordon, I don't want to hear any excuses." Professor Grant removed her boot heel from Barbara's ass. Moving to stand over Barbara, Professor Grant kneeled down, placing her powerful thighs enclosing Barbara's own. The heels of Professor Grant's boots were next to Barbara's knees, locking her in place.

The tapping feeling on Barbara's now itchy butthole continued to scramble her mind, she watched Professor Grant crouch down until her perky popstar level ass was just above her own. Professor Grant's ass always seemed to be in motion. But now Barbara's body shook with tremors as the powerful bubble ass that was the Professor's backside slammed down her own lesser ass.

"Bad students get punished!" Professor Grant sternly told Barbara. "Bad students don't get to have internships with Mayor Kyle's office!"

Professor Grant's powerful ass slammed into Barbara's ass in time with the tapping pulse in her delicate rosebud. Pausing her ass **** on Barbara's ass, Professor Grant's hands reached down to palm her punished behind.

"Because it's the start of the new semester, I'm going to be lenient Miss Gordon." Professor Grant said as she steadily increased her grip on Barbara's buttcheeks. "But that does not mean you will not learn your lesson..." Barbara felt almost burning pain that seemed to morph into relaxation on both her asscheeks.

"mfdmdphyh-" she tried to speak again, but had forgotten the buttplug was still in her mouth.

"Miss Gordon that's enough! You will take your punishment and learn from it." Professor Grant suddenly slammed her ass down on Barbara knocking the wind out of Barbara. Before she regained her breath Professor Grant had pulled Barbara over to the wall next to the door. Wrenching the buttplug out of Barbara's mouth and slamming it home on top of the built-in buttplug already in her ass. Suddenly pulling the strings of the thong Professor Grant gave Barbara a sharp wedgie. Pausing to inspect Barbara's flushed throbbing buttocks Professor Grant traced her manicured fingernail along the bright red tattoos that seemed to appear on the coed's abused ass. Written clearly in big block letters "Property of GU Athletic Dept." on the left asscheek. "Property of GU Hall Monitors" on the right buttcheek.

"Now Miss Gordon, I'm very busy today. So for the rest of this class period you will give your own rebelliously perky ass 10 slaps every 10 minutes, then stroke that prissy little pussy of yours. But you won't cum until you're given permission. Now go!" Professor Grant told her with a shove out the door.

"Aaaahghghghhh!" Barbara cried out as obeying the direct order from Professor Grant overloaded her amped up body with a blaze of pleasure from her asshole traveling to the ends of her suddenly short red hair's new frosted tips. Falling on her face outside the door Barbara felt a warm liquid from spill all over her back. It was like hot massage oil that seemed to relax her body where ever it touched. Looking around expecting a mess on the floor, all she saw was the empty beeker rolling away empty but quite clean. Looking at her backside she could have sworn she saw the last of the liquid disappear into her ass.