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There came a repeated sound: a hiss of air, followed by a squeak. As the rubber bulb was squeezed and the plug inflated, the blindfolded and muted girl emitted squeals that became increasingly anxious.

When at last all the air had been pumped to the intruder between the girl’s cheeks, and the toy strained its girth inside her bottom, and the girl was yelping uncreasingly, the bulb was released and left to settle like a tail against her thigh. The girl was heaving against the mattress, which only served to push up her bottom more. She seemed to be trying to expel the plug on her own, which was silly, since it was going nowhere, firmly planted in her bottom by rope, which sealed it quite deeply within her.

It seemed to cause her a bit of distress to face the fact that she wouldn’t be ridding herself of that anal invader until he was good and ready to take it out of her. She squirmed on the bed as though trying to shake it off.

It was a simple thing to roll her onto her side on the bed. He held her back against his chest, his hands wandering freely down her front, stroking her quivering belly and trembling breasts, and her damp, damp pussy.

He anchored her to him with an arm slung over her stomach, and slid one of his legs between both of hers, nudging his thigh up between her thighs, and pressing up on the plug. It was seated very firmly within her.

Content, he turned to squeezing her breasts and nipples instead of the toy, and drifted off to sleep.

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(Read more about Missy.)

Missy had made a mistake.

One of her duties was to help her professor grade papers for the classes he taught. Yesterday, a student had visited the professor during his office hours to complain about a discrepancy in her exam. Two of her answers had been marked wrong when they were actually correct.

The grade was corrected and the student left, satisfied that the issue was settled.

It was, however, far from settled for Missy, who had made the error.

Never mind the fact that it had been devilishly hard to work under the conditions she’d been subjected to. She’d graded those papers under extreme duress – on all fours on a low bench, backed up against a new fucking machine the professor had on lend from a friend, two dildos pistoning out of her ass and cunt while two suction cups worked her breasts. Straps held her immovable from her lower waist down, and only her arms were left free so she could shakily mark the papers on a clipboard on the floor.

The professor did not accept excuses from her, and Missy knew she could expect a punishment that would make her very sorry indeed.

When she arrived in his office that day, he told her immediately to remove her skirt. After she did so, he popped a ball gag into her mouth.

He’d placed a chair in an empty corner of his office and had her kneel sideways on it. With a hand on the back of her neck, he guided her head and shoulders under the armrest. He bound her wrists behind her back and tied them off to the armrest so she couldn’t keep sliding down. Her ankles were pulled up and cuffed to the other armrest behind her, and she was left balancing precariously like a see-saw on her knees.

The professor felt under Missy. Whatever he snapped onto her nipples made a sharp burst of pain shoot through them.

Missy’s professor peeled her tights down until her holes were completely exposed. He touched her cunt clinically, as if he was taking her temperature. She was wet. She could feel herself growing damper, even in her humiliating position.

“Your Bad Missy paddle is waiting for you at my home,” her professor said sternly. He repeated, “Bad girl, Missy, very bad girl.”

Missy cringed into her seat at the mention of the Bad Missy paddle. It was a totally humiliating implement and had the actual words Bad Missy cut into it. After a punishment, the faint imprint of the words could bee seen on her burning red ass.

“You’ll remain in your bad girl corner until I’m finished for the day.“

Having said that, her professor opened up a decorative shoji screen in front of the chair, cordoning her off from the rest of his office. There were small gaps on either side of the screen, as he hadn’t placed it so it went from wall to wall, but the narrow gaps afforded her no view to speak of.

Her professor busied himself at his desk. From behind the screen, Missy’s nipples throbbed in their clamps and her saliva leaked from the ball gag. Her nose was just inches from the carpet.

She jumped when someone knocked at the door.

"Come in,” her professor said.

“Hi Professor,” a male voice said. “I have a couple questions about today’s lecture..”

In her anxiety over her mistake, she’d forgotten that he held regular office hours that afternoon. Missy trembled on the chair. The room was brighter on the other side of the screen, and she could see the faint silhouette of the student taking a seat and pulling something out of his backpack.

A long line of drool dripped from the end of the ballgag to the floor. Missy quaked. Only a thin paper screen separated her from the two men in the room, one of them her Master, the other a student.

She held as still as she could, not wanting the chair to squeak. Her nipples pulsed between the rubber-coated teeth of the clamps. Images – memories – flashed before her eyes – of crawling for her professor, of being cropped, caned, fucked, put through a cleansing with an enema, of being used, thoroughly, of times when her face was covered in a mixture of cum and tears.

The screen was pushed back suddenly. Missy yelped in shock, but it was only the professor. The other student had left.

The professor surveyed Missy’s flushed face. He reached under her and fondled her breasts, opening and closing the clamps on her nipples a few times. His other hand went between her legs. His fingers delved between Missy’s damp folds, making her moan. He circled her clit with his fingers, rolling the little bud around until all she could hear in the room was the sound of her own loud, harsh breathing. Just as she was about to climax, the professor pinched her inner thigh, hard, while his other hand squeezed down on a clamp.

She cried out wordlessly behind the gag. “Guhnnn!”

She knelt there, head down, quivering in a state of arousal and pain. The next thing she knew, the professor was walking back to her with a conical butt plug in his hand. He spat on it and then proceeded to wet it briefly with the juices from her pussy, but still, the lubrication was scant and the plug was of a medium to large size.

Missy’s professor pried her butt cheeks open. She felt every inch of the plug being forced deep into her ass, first as it opened up her anal ring, and then as it increased in girth until it was finally seated in her rectum. She felt like if the professor even blew on her clit, she’d cum.

Instead, the professor replaced the screen in front of her.

Office hours continued. In between a flow of students, the professor checked on Missy. She was a quivering mess, dripping copiously from both ends of her, wanting so badly to cum but not being allowed to do so. The professor fucked her with the plug, drawing it out of her and then letting her hole pull it back in. In and out. When he had it half in and half out at its widest diameter, he twisted it in circles, screwing it around inside her ass while Missy’s entire body shuddered in the chair. He toyed with her for just a minute or two, never longer, before leaving her secured in the punishment corner once again and she’d have to quiet herself as he admitted another student. Before he left her alone, he repeated firmly, “Bad Missy.”

A couple students were classmates or acquaintances of hers. If they could see her in her current position….she couldn’t imagine their reactions.

When his office hours ended, the professor went to her and folded the screen away, leaning it against the wall. He took the plug from Missy’s ass and laid it on the floor by her nose near her face. Drool from her ball gag leaked onto it.

She heard him unbuckling his pants from behind her. His cock prodded her between her legs; her cunt clenched on itself. He pulled her back by her hips until her chin rested on the edge of the chair. Seconds later, his cock was pushing into her opened ass.

Missy’s professor fucked her leisurely. His fingers dug into her soft ass. He released his seed into Missy’s bottom and then released her from the chair.

“Put yourself to rights, Missy,” her professor said, sitting back on the edge of his desk as he watched.

Missy pulled her tights back on with trembling hands. It was a sodden messy all around her groin. She put her skirt back on.

After, her professor had her clean his cock, which she did, even as his cum leaked slowly from her ass. Then he took her back to his home, where the paddle was waiting.