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Chloe's Cupcakes

By: spankprof32



Author's note: this story is the sequel to Chloe's Private Lesson, which can be found on my author page.

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I'd be lying if I said that the rest of semester with Chloe went smoothly. Her academic performance remained excellent, but it was clear that there was tension between us, and not just of the sexual variety.

There was that too, of course. She didn't suddenly lose her sharp sense of style, her enchanting blue eyes or her incredible ass. And she didn't stop coming to my office hours.

But her visits became shorter and completely business-like. Neither one of us mentioned what had happened between us at my house, and I saw her boyfriend waiting for her in the hall outside my office more than once after our meetings.

Nevertheless, it was clear that she didn't regret our encounter. She still smiled at me with her eyes, even if her eye contact wasn't as prolonged as it had been before. She still brushed her hair behind her ear with the same irresistibly girlish flip of her hand that she'd always used.

When she approached my desk to turn in her final exam just before winter break she even winked at me.

"See you next year, professor," she whispered, before turning and leaving the room.

But the next semester came and went without us ever meeting again. She didn't take any of my classes, and, though the college was small, we somehow didn't end up bumping into each other again until one night in May, after final exams, at a bar on the edge of campus.

Because it was such a small town, there was nothing unusual about seeing students out and about. Still, I was pleasantly surprised to catch a glimpse of Chloe's blonde mane as she entered the bar with a group of other students.

I was with a group of colleagues, commiserating about the piles of final exams we had waiting for us on our desks.

"Hey, do you know Chloe?" asked my friend from the English department, "she was one of my best students in composition this semester."

"Yeah, I had her last semester. Sweet kid, and very smart."

For the next hour or so I stole several glances over at her group. I didn't see her boyfriend anywhere nearby. When she stood and headed for the restrooms, I decided to do the same.

"Hi professor, I'm surprised to see you here so late," she teased, flipping her hair boldly as she emerged to see me in the hallway.

"I could say the same thing about you," I countered, "don't you know that good girls should be in bed by 10 PM? What would your parents say. And your boyfriend?"

She blushed deeply. So she still had a little of the old shyness still in her.

"Ha ha," she laughed, "so what - are you going to punish me or something? Discipline me for not acting how you think I should?"

She looked up at me with her large blue eyes and pretended to pout.

"It's clear that's exactly what you need," I said, moving in close enough to breathe in her scent.

"I'm not so sure about that," she retorted, "who do you think you are, my dad? Are you going to ground me or something?"

Looking behind her, I saw my friend from the English department coming towards us.

"I've got to be going," I said, "but I'll be in town all summer if you want to continue this conversation."

I walked past her back out into the bar, where I rejoined my colleagues. About 15 minutes later, we left.

--

I had almost forgotten about our flirtation outside the restrooms when Chloe appeared on my doorstep one Saturday afternoon in June. It was a beautiful day, and I had spent the better part of the morning cutting grass. Now, with the sun high in the sky, I was in the kitchen slicing the first green tomatoes of the year for a sandwich.

In my rush to answer the door I kept the plate with me, but I almost dropped it when I saw her there, smiling angelically in a breathtaking pink sundress, holding a plate of pink frosted cupcakes while the sun illuminated her brilliant blonde hair. She was wearing bright red lipstick which added a slightly slutty touch to an otherwise innocent look.

"Hi, professor," she said, "I made some extras and thought you might like to try one."

"Uh-, um," now it was me stammering for words as my eyes devoured the beautiful petite young woman in front of me, "thanks, Chloe. Why don't you come in?"

"Ok, professor," she smiled, "are you sure your wife won't mind?"

"She happens to be gone for the weekend," I said, my heart pounding at the prospect of being alone again with the beautiful girl.

"Have a seat," I said, gesturing to a chair at the kitchen island.

She placed the plate of cupcakes on the island and carefully smoothed the dress out underneath her before sitting down. I couldn't help but steal a glimpse at her legs, the smooth, pale skin of which was exposed now.

"Professor," she said, her tone turning more serious now, "I came to talk about what happened last semester."

"Ok," I said, still standing, "what about it?"

"I just wanted to apologize that things ended so abruptly," she continued, her eyes focused on the counter now, "my boyfriend started asking a lot of questions about what was going on, and I -," she stopped.

"It's ok," I said.

"I couldn't tell him the truth," she said, "so I just had to avoid you. But we ended up breaking up anyway."

"I understand."

"But I'm with a new guy now, so I just came to tell you that I'm sorry, but that this will have to be the last time we see each other alone."

Now I wasn't sure what was going on. Had she been consciously teasing me before - in my office hours, in the hallway at the bar? Or was some part of her ambivalent? Was she waiting for me to make the next move?

"I hope you like the cupcakes," she said, and stood up from the stool, "I should get going now."

She turned and walked to the door. Just before she crossed the threshold, I put my hand on her shoulder.

"Hold on a minute, Chloe," I said, "do you really think you can get away with coming here and teasing me like this? We need to have a serious discussion."

She grabbed my hand and tried to move it from her shoulder, but gave up quickly and began to stroke it instead.

"Oh professor," she whispered, "I'm sorry. Goodbye."

I turned her to face me, my hand on her upper arm.

"Chloe," I said, looking deep into her watery eyes, "it's ok to admit it. To me and yourself."

I heard her breathing accelerate.

"Admit what?"

"That you came here for one reason, and one reason only."

"And that would be?" her voice wavered as she dropped her gaze.

"To fuck me. Or, to be more accurate, to be fucked *by* me," I whispered, my lips tickling the top ridge of her right ear.

"No," she stammered, trying half-heartedly to break my grasp, "I just wanted -."

She flushed a deep crimson.

"Shh," I said, brushing her hair over her ear and touching her lips for a moment, "just come back into the living room with me."

I took her hand and she followed me, wordlessly.

I sat on the couch in the livingroom. Sunlight shone through the sheer curtains, illuminating the room with the splendor of the summer afternoon.

I pulled Chloe down towards me. She tried to sit beside me, but I pulled the petite woman onto my lap.

"What are you -?"

"Shh," I said, placing a hand on her leg, stroking her inner thigh as I breathed in the scent of her hair, "I know underneath your new flirtatious, confident exterior, you're still the same innocent little girl you were a few months ago."

"I'm not some little girl," she protested, the color leaving her face for a moment and then returning again with a fury.

"Yes you are," I said, "and you need a man to guide you. Do you remember what I told you the time we slept together? When you were talking about being too sore to fuck your boyfriend?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," she said.

I was unconvinced.

"You know exactly what I said. Tell me what it was."

"You said," her face cycled its color scheme from pale white to deep red once more, "you said that I was your property."

"What part of you, specifically?"

"My pussy," she whispered, almost inaudibly. My cock was rock hard, now, pressing into the bottom of her thighs as she sat on my lap. She had to feel it.

"And did you respect my wishes? Did you keep your boyfriend - sorry, your *boyfriends* away from your pussy?"

"No," she mumbled. Her breathing was fast and shallow.

"Relax, Chloe," I said, stroking her back, "it's ok. But you know I'm going to punish you."

"Punish me?"

"That's right, honey," I said, stroking her hair, "you're going to have to show me that you can be a good girl again. That's what you want, isn't it?"

She nodded, still looking at the ground.

"Ok, Chloe," I said, "I want you to do something."

She looked up at me, meeting my eyes only for a moment before dropping her gaze once more.

"Go into the kitchen and bring me the wooden spatula you find in large ceramic jar next to the stove."

She looked at me again, this time with a frightened look in her eye.

"Did you hear me, Chloe?"

She nodded.

I watched as the beautiful young woman walked slowly into the kitchen, her incredible ass just covered by her sundress.

She returned with the spatula in her hand, walking slowly towards me with her eyes downcast.

"Here you go," she said.

"Very good, sweetheart," I said. She blushed again at my use of the pet name.

"Now I want you to take off your sandals."

She stooped and undid the sandal straps, then stepped delicately to the side, leaving them empty on the floor.

"Now your panties."

She looked at me.

"Now, Chloe."

There is something so wonderful about watching a woman remove her panties, I thought to myself as I watched Chloe reach up under her dress, trying to preserve as much modesty as possible despite the situation. Something so incredibly delicate and vulnerable, so feminine.

She stood before me, holding a small piece of white cotton in her hands.

"Put them on the couch next to me," I ordered.

She did as she was told.

"Now bend over my lap."

She walked forward, then lowered herself gracefully over my lap, her beautiful bottom exposed by the position she found herself in now.

My cock twitched involuntarily, poking her stomach.

I pulled up her dress even further, admiring her smooth skin and the satisfying curve of her bottom. There was not a tan line or a blemish to be seen on its pale surface.

"Beautiful," I said.

Chloe was trembling. Not just her hands, her entire body.

I gathered her wrists together and placed them at the small of her back.

"Leave them there," I ordered, "and try to relax."

Her trembling subsided for a moment. I would have been lying if I had said that her nervousness didn't arouse me even more. It fed my animal desire to dominate her.

"Now Chloe," I said, "since this is a punishment, it's important that you understand the reasons for it. It's not enough for me to simply spank you. You need to understand why. Is that clear?"

She nodded.

"Answer me in words, Chloe."

"Yes."

"Good girl."

"Here's what's going to happen," I continued, "after each spank, I want you to thank me."

"Yes, sir."

Her trembling returned again, but subsided as I stroked the small of her back.

"There's one other thing," I said, "I want you to call me 'daddy.'"

"What? But that's so -."

"So what?"

"So wrong," she stammered.

"It's what I want," I said, "is that clear?"

"Yes, sir."

"Yes who?"

"Yes," her voice fell to a whisper "...daddy."

"Good girl," I said, rubbing the spatula over her smooth bottom, "and now I'm going to punish you."

"Do you know why?"

"Yes," she murmured.

"Why?"

"Because I let my boyfriends fuck me."

"How many times did it happen?"

She started laughing, all of her embarrassment gone for the moment.

"You expect me to remember every time we did it?"

"Just estimate."

"Um...ok...," she giggled, "I'd say a conservative estimate would be around 50 times, if we assume twice a week."

"Ok, let's start there," I said, "I'll start by giving you 50 spanks."

"What?!?"

"You heard me. You've been a slut, and now I'm going to treat you like one."

"I'm a slut for fucking the guys I date?"

"You're a slut for fucking them without daddy's permission," I corrected.

She blushed.

"Yes, daddy," she murmured.

"Good girl," I said, "and now, get ready to count."

SMACK!

"What do you say, slut?"

"Thank you, daddy," she gasped, having lost her breath at the sharpness of the blow.

SMACK!

"Th- thank you, daddy."

SMACK!

SMACK!

SMACK!

I gave her three sharp ones, all on the same cheek, and smiled as a pink glow began to form in the shape of the spatula.

"By the way, Chloe," I said, "you haven't started counting yet. As soon as you do, we can start the punishment."

"What?!"

"That's right. You have to count aloud. I'm certainly not going to!"

"Ok, well that was five. I think."

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Now her other cheek began to glow softly.

"It's not like when you guessed about how many times you fucked your boyfriend," I teased, "you can't just guess. Start over from one. Now."

"Yes, daddy," she moaned, "one, daddy. Thank you."

"Good girl."

SMACK!

"Two. Thank you, daddy."

SMACK!

"Three. Thank you, daddy."

"Now you're getting it, slut. But you still need to learn your lesson."

SMACK!

"Four. Thank you, daddy."

By the time we reach 25, I could sense that Chloe was starting to reach her limit. She arched her back and tried to direct where my blows would land.

"Are you enjoying this, slut?"

"No, daddy," she moaned, "it hurts."

"That's the idea," I said.

SMACK!

"26. Thank you, daddy!"

At forty, she suppressed a small sob.

"It...hurts...," she moaned, "please stop now. I've learned my lesson."

"How many spanks did I say you were going to get?"

"Fifty, daddy," she stammered, "but you already spanked me and didn't count it."

"No arguments, young lady."

After the next ten spanks, every other one delivered on a different cheek, she tried to stand.

"Not so fast," I said, pinning her back to my lap, "what do you think you're doing?"

"I thought we were finished," she said, "I thought you said fifty spanks."

"That's right, honey," I said, trying to ignore the rate at which the precum was seeping from the head of my cock, "but I think you still need some time to think about what you did."

I took the panties from the couch beside me.

"That's why I'm going to have you stand in the corner with these panties in your mouth."

"What?" she craned her neck, trying to look back at me as she was still stretched over my lap.

"You heard right, sweetheart. You're going to stand in the corner with these panties in your mouth and think about what you did."

"How long?"

"That's up to me to decide."

I pulled her onto her feet and looked at her face. Her eyes were ringed in mascara, but her lipstick was still intact. She avoided eye contact once again, and blushed deeply as she sensed my gaze.

"Open your mouth, princess," I ordered.

She slowly complied. I pushed her panties (which were still damp) inside, and told her to keep them there. She nodded.

"Over here."

I guided her to a corner of the living room.

"Put your hands on your head. I don't want them anywhere close to your pussy."

"Mm-hmm," she said, raising her arms obediently and clasping her fingers together behind her head.

"Good girl," I said, reaching slowly between her thighs and letting my hand stroke her cunt ever so slightly.

I penetrated her slowly with a single digit, and her legs began to shake. I steadied her quickly with my other arm.

"Relax, Chloe. I just wanted to see how wet you are."

She let out a soft moan through the panty-gag.

It was all I could do to keep from taking out my cock and fucking her hard and fast right there, but I wanted to make sure she'd learned her lesson first, so I kept it in my pants.

"I'll be in kitchen for a while," I said, "but I'll check on you, too. Don't let me catch you move from that position, young lady."

She nodded.

"Good girl."

I went into the kitchen and saw the sandwich I'd abandoned. The spanking had made me hungry, but it seemed like a strange time to eat, with Chloe in the other room, and so I decided to do the dishes instead.

After loading the dishwasher, I turned and glanced around the corner, taking in the wonderful sight of Chloe standing there in her tiny sundress, her spanked bottom just barely visible, her slender legs bare and smooth, and her blonde hair bursting from her head where her two hands rested obediently.

But then she moved. I watched as she took her hands down for a moment, stretching them at her side and shaking them out. It was a completely understandable action, but also completely against the rules.

I walked immediately back into the living room and pulled the panties out of her mouth.

"What did you just do, slut?"

"Nothing," she said, tears welling up in her eyes, "I just had to rest my arms for a second."

"What did I tell you?"

"Not to move my arms," she conceded, her eyes downcast again.

"That's right."

"There are going to be consequences for this," I said, unfastening my belt and pulling it out of the loops.

"Keep your hands above your head," I ordered, "I'm going to spank you with my belt five times."

"What? Please no," Chloe begged, a look of terror in her eyes, "it's going to hurt so much."

"That's why I have to do it," I said, "I'm still not sure that you've learned whose property you are."

She simply closed her eyes and said nothing.

She was trembling as I rubbed the smooth leather against her tender backside.

"Chloe," I said, my mouth close to her ear, "I want you to count each spank again this time."

"Yes, sir. I mean daddy."

"Good job correcting yourself."

"But this time, I also want you to say 'my pussy belongs to you, daddy' each time. Is that clear?"

"Please no," she said, "it's so..."

"So what, Chloe?"

"So dirty."

She was beet red once again.

"That's why I want to hear you say it, honey."

I positioned my feet so I could swing the doubled belt to the best effect.

"Are you ready?"

"No!"

"Too bad."

I drew my arm back and then snapped my wrist forward sharply.

WHACK!

The first blow resounded through the house. Chloe began to whimper quietly.

"One. My -," her voice dropped to a hushed whisper, "pussy belongs to you, daddy."

"I couldn't quite hear that, so let's start over from the beginning," I said, rubbing the belt against her ass once again.

"What? No!"

WHACK!

The next blow made an angry red stripe in the girl's soft flesh, a ribbon of darker red on her already pink bottom.

"Two. I mean one!" she quickly corrected herself.

"That's a good girl. Now what do you say?"

"My pussy belongs to you, daddy."

"That's right."

WHACK!

This time, she was sobbing as tears began to run down her face. I knew that I was pushing her limits, but I also wanted to see what kind of punishment the young woman was able (and willing) to undergo.

"Two. My pussy belongs to you, daddy," she blubbered.

"Don't worry, honey, it'll be over soon," I whispered, drawing back the belt once more.

My cock was in serious need of attention now, and I could feel a wet patch of precum spreading across the front of my pants.

WHACK!

If anything, this next blow was even harder. Chloe jerked forward, tears spurting from her eyes.

"Please," she said, "no more."

"Chloe, I'm warning you."

She sobbed softly for a few more moments, then said "Three. My pussy belongs to you, daddy."

I had no mercy whatsoever with the next blow, but it seemed that Chloe had found some inner reserve of perseverance, and despite the severity of it, she did not cry out again.



Chloe's Cupcakes



"Four. My pussy belongs to you, daddy."

WHACK!

"Five. My pussy -," it seemed the final blow, however, had truly broken her, "- belongs to you, daddy," she managed to blurt, before collapsing in tears.

I grabbed her in my arms as she started to collapse, and I carried her over to the couch.

"Shh, honey," I said, stroking her hair, "just go face down, like this, and daddy will be back to take care of you."

She didn't respond, but rather just lay there on her stomach, her reddened ass fully exposed.

Her quiet sobs filled the room as I went into the kitchen and returned with a jar of coconut oil.

I coated both hands and began to massage the oil, gingerly at first, into her sore buttocks.

Her sobs slowly subsided as I worked the liquid into her skin.

"Shh," I said, "let daddy take care of you."

Once her buttocks were completely coated, I moved my hands down further towards her pussy and her round pink asshole.

"Ooohhh...Aaaah..."

Chloe seemed only able to emit almost animalistic noises as my fingers probed her nether regions.

"Ooooo. AAAaaaaaah!" she cried as I slipped a well-lubed finger into her tight butthole.

"This hole belongs to daddy too," I whispered, "but he's not going to claim it just yet."

"Oooo. Th- thank you, daddy!"

Her whole body tensed as I removed my finger from her ass, and moved down to spread the oil across her pussy lips.

"Aaaaaahhh. Mmmmmm."

"Does that feel good, honey?"

"Yes, daddy," she sighed, "please keep going."

"Ok," I said, "but I'm not going to let you come yet. You haven't earned that right."

"Ooooh," she moaned in frustration as my slick fingers found her clit and slowly teased it, "why, why not, daddy?"

"You need to prove by your future behavior that you understand who owns your pussy now."

"Ok, daddy," she stammered, shifting to her elbows so she could turn and look up at me, "but could I at least make you come?"

My cock felt as hard as a piece of solid wood at that moment. I wanted nothing more than to turn Chloe over onto her back, spread her legs, and deposit my seed into her young cunt. But I stopped myself.

"I think you need to earn that privilege as well, young lady."

"Please, daddy?"

Fuck. She knew exactly how to manipulate me. Her pouty lips and large blue eyes made resisting her all but impossible. But I held firm.

"No. But I have another idea. How about we try one of those cupcakes you brought over?"

"Ok, daddy."

I went into the kitchen and found the plate. I picked out a single cupcake and brought it back into the living room.

"Are you going to taste it daddy?"

"No, sweetheart. You are."

I handed it to her and she raised it to her mouth.

"Not yet. Get on your knees here on the carpet."

Her face moved from confusion to a sly look of understanding as she climbed off the couch to kneel before me.

I unbuttoned my fly and released my cock, the large head of which was now an angry red and slick with precum.

"Daddy's going to give your cupcake some extra frosting."

"Ok, daddy."

"Hold it right there, under your chin," I instructed, stroking my hard cock with my hand.

I looked down on an incredible sight. My former student, eyes ringed in run mascara, looking up at me expectantly, holding a pink cupcake just below her cherry-red lips.

"Please frost my cupcake, daddy," she begged.

"Fuck," I groaned, "such...a...good girl."

And then it came. The hardest orgasm I'd had in a long time. Having been aroused from the moment she arrived at my doorstep, I'd built up quite a large load.

Chloe instinctively closed her eyes as the first spurt hit her forehead. The next one shot even farther, leaving a large glop of cum in her hair. I adjusted my aim so that two more landed on each of her cheeks.

That still left three good spurts for the cupcake. Even though some of it hit her lips, I still managed to coat most of the surface with my semen.

"Fuck," I groaned, "that was incredible."

"Mmmm," she said, slowly opening her eyes, "should I eat my cupcake now, daddy?"

"Yes, honey. But wait a second. Daddy wants to take your picture."

She blushed.

"But why, daddy? What are you going to do with it?"

"I need a record of what a good little girl you are," I said, taking out my phone and snapping a nice close-up shot.

Chloe smiled for the camera, the cum dripping obscenely from her cheeks and forehead and the cum-covered cupcake pressed against her lips.

"Ok, honey, you can eat it."

"Thank you, daddy."

Slowly, and fully conscious of the effect it had on me, Chloe began to eat the cupcake. First, she used her finger to scoop the cum from her forehead and cheeks onto the pastry.

Then, after carefully peeling back the wrapping, she bit into the colorful cake.

"Mmmm," she said, her mouth still partially full, "you taste so good, daddy. Next time, will you cum right in my mouth?"

"We'll see, honey."

She methodically devoured the rest of the cupcake, not missing a single drop of the cum that I had deposited, both on it and on her face.

"Did I do a good job, daddy?"

"You did an excellent job, princess."

She blushed and stared at the carpet.

"But there's more, isn't there daddy?"

"Where?"

"Right there."

She pointed to the drooping head of my cock, where a single drop of cum slowly leaked from the tip.

"May I please clean you off, daddy?"

I could only nod my approval.

Now it was my turn to groan as the young woman's soft warm mouth enclosed my flaccid member, expertly extracting the last remnants of my ejaculation.

When she had finished, she looked up at me with a mischievous smile on her face.

"All clean, daddy!"

"Good girl," I said, tucking my member back into my underwear and re-buttoning my pants.

"May I please make myself come now?" she asked.

"No, honey. Not yet."

"But daddy!"

"Sorry, Chloe. You need to learn some discipline. That's why I'm not going to allow you to touch yourself or let your boyfriend touch you for a whole week."

"A whole week?!"

"That's right, sweetheart."

"I don't know if I can do that, daddy. What if he asks me why weren't not having sex?"

"Here," I said, getting a card from my wallet, "give him my number and tell him to call and ask your daddy for permission first."

She blushed again, heavily. From her breathing, I could tell that she was incredibly aroused.

"I could never do that," she whispered, "it's so- so wrong."

"Well, that's exactly what you're going to do - if you can't keep him away from your pussy for a week. And even then, there's only one person who has a say over whether he gets to touch your pussy ever again. And who's that?"

"You, daddy."

"That's right, Chloe. You've learned a lot this afternoon. Now I think you should get going."

"How when I know that it's ok to come?"

"I'll contact you and give you instructions. If your boyfriend doesn't call me first."

She smiled at me softly, then began to put on her sandals.

"I guess I'll pick up the cupcake dish the next time we see each other. I hope you enjoy them, daddy!"

"Thanks, and see you later. Be a good girl!"

I gave her a playful slap on what must have been a very sore behind. She squealed in delight and slapped my hand away before scurrying off down the walk. Her panties were still in the living room.

I went into the kitchen and bit into one of the cupcakes. It was delicious.

--

I spent most of the next week in the office, working on my tenure file and course syllabi for the fall semester. I honestly half-expected that my phone would ring and Chloe's boyfriend would be on the other end, requesting access to her pussy.

Could she really take our kinky game that far? I wondered.

I looked again at the image of her posing with the cupcake, her beautiful face covered in my seminal fluid. She was the picture of both innocence and complete debauchery, some impossible combination of purity and filth that made my cock stand at attention every time I thought about it.

Finally, on Friday night, my phone did ring. It was Chloe.

"Daddy?" she said.

Her careful, feminine tone made my cock immediately hard.

"Yes, honey?"

"Could my boyfriend please touch my pussy? I'm so horny right now."

"What did I tell you, Chloe?"

"That he couldn't touch it without your permission. So I'm calling to get your permission."

"I want to talk to him directly," I said, "can you put him on the phone."

"Don't be silly, daddy. He doesn't know about you. I'm at his place right now. He's out getting food, but I know he's going to want to fuck tonight."

"Don't let him, honey. Tell him that your pussy belongs to your daddy."

"I can't do that!"

"Do it, sweetheart. It's the truth, after all."

"Daddy!"

"Ok," I said, as if about to relent, "I'll tell you what. You and your boyfriend come to my place for dinner tomorrow. Just tell him you're my favorite student, and that I wanted to treat both of you to dinner. Does he have any allergies or dietary restrictions?"

"He hates beets. Wait, what? You want both of us to come over to your house?"

"That's right."

"I don't know if I can do that, daddy. It's so wrong."

"You'll see just how wrong - and how right - it can be, baby girl."

There was a long pause on the other end of the line.

"When should we come?"

"Anytime between seven and eight should be fine. But don't be late. Daddy doesn't like to be kept waiting."

"Ok, daddy."

"And one more thing," I added, "I want you to wear matching black underwear. Can you do that?"

"Yes, daddy. I don't know if I like this idea, daddy. Why does it matter what kind of underwear I wear?"

"You know you love this idea, slut. And you know exactly why it matters."

"Ok, daddy. I hear him at the door. See you tomorrow!"

"Don't let him near your pussy!" I warned, just before she hung up the phone.

--

That evening, I prepared an assortment of tapas plates: nuts, olives, cheeses, chickpeas in smoked paprika and roasted potatoes with aioli. I baked a loaf of fresh bread that was cooling on the countertop as the doorbell rang.

Chloe and her boyfriend stood there, with slightly tentative looks on their faces, as if they might turn around and bolt down the driveway any moment.

"Chloe! And this must be...," I said, opening the door and extending my hand.

"Scott. Nice to meet you, sir...uh...professor."

"Please, Scott. No titles! Chloe doesn't call me 'professor,' do you Chloe?"

I winked at the young woman as a warm glow spread across her cheeks.

Scott was dressed in khaki pants and a blue button-down shirt. Chloe looked stunning as always. She wore her hair down, and there was a subtle hint of makeup around her eyes and lips. This time, her lipstick was more understated.

"Please, have a seat. I thought we could just munch on a few things. Help yourselves."

I gestured to the tapas spread on the kitchen island.

"The plates are right here, and I was just about to slice the bread."

I let the two young people nervously pick over the buffet while I placed the bread slices on a plate and opened a bottle of Spanish wine.

"You'll both have some, won't you?"

They each nodded. I filled three glasses and offered a toast.

"To my best student this year," I said, looking at Chloe.

Scott looked uncomfortable as we all clinked glasses. But after everyone had finished their first glass of wine and their first round of tapas, both he and Chloe began to relax.

"So you teach geography?" he asked.

"Yes. Chloe was in my first-year course. We don't have a lot of students, so I get to know pretty much everyone. What do you study?"

"Marketing," he answered, "so do you draw maps and things? I thought they had computers for that now."

"No, I don't draw maps," I said, refilling his glass, "and there's a lot more to maps than most people ever think about. Every map is a product of cultural, economic and ideological influences. Even the ones made by computers."

"How can a satellite image be ideological?"

"It's not the image itself, necessarily, but the frame," said Chloe, "the way it's presented."

"That's right," I said, "I still think you should become a major."

She smiled.

"Well, there's still time I guess."

"That's right."

I looked over at Scott, whose eyes betrayed a hint of jealously at the way Chloe and I were interacting.

"Scott," I said, "you seem a little frustrated. You should drink some more wine."

"Frustrated?" he looked at me with a slight air of aggression, "why would you say that?"

"Just an observation."

"Chloe," I continued, "have you been giving Scott here what he needs?"

Chloe blushed.

"What do you mean by that?" demanded the younger man, "do you think that's any of your business?"

"The question," I said, "is if it's any of *your* business."

"What? Chloe, what is he talking about?"

Chloe looked down and blushed again, her beautiful face turning beet red.

"Are you sleeping with him?"

Chloe didn't respond.

"Relax, Scott. Chloe and I have never slept together."

He shot me an angry look from across the table.

"At least not in the literal sense."

"What?"

"Scott, try to calm down," I said, "Chloe and I have invited you here tonight because there's something you need to know. Something she needs to tell you."

"What the fuck is going on here?"

"Let's just leave our plates here and take our wine into the living room, where we can explain everything," I said, standing up from the table with my glass.

"Listen, professor," said Scott, "I don't like this game, whatever it is. We're leaving now."

He grabbed Chloe by the arm and tried to force her from the chair. She pushed his arm away and didn't budge.

"Do what he says, Scott. You need to hear this."

She stood and walked into the living room with her glass of wine. Scott followed her, reluctantly.

He sat in an armchair, his arms folded, while Chloe sat on the couch. I took my place next to her.

"Scott," I began.

"Just say it," he interrupted, "just say that you're having an affair."

"That's not entirely true," I replied.

"Ok, then what's going on?"

I put my arm around Chloe, who was looking at the floor now. She was breathing heavily now, and even trembling a bit.

"You might have noticed that Chloe has been less than forthcoming with her affection this week...," I said.

"What the fuck does that have to do with you?"

"Well, it actually has a lot to do with me, Scott."

I paused to take a sip of wine with my free hand.

"You see," I said, stroking Chloe's hair now, "Chloe's pussy belongs to me now. If you ever want any kind of access to it again, you're going to have to ask for my permission."

Now it was Scott's turn to flush bright red.

"Tell me this isn't true, Chloe."

"Tell him, honey," I said, "tell him who your pussy belongs to."

"I can't," she whispered, her eyes still downcast.

"Well, Scott. I'm just going to have to prove it to you then."

I set my wine glass down.

"First, let me make a prediction. Chloe is wearing black lace underwear."

I pulled the young woman over my lap and lifted her dress, exposing a black thong.

"You see?"

Scott, seemingly rooted to his chair, only stared at me.

"Chloe," I said, "who does your pussy belong to?"

She didn't answer.

"Alright, then," I said, "we're just going to have to find out."

I pulled my hand back and slapped her ass, hard, several times.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

She squealed a bit after each slap, but didn't show any signs of giving in.

I slowly pulled her thong down her legs, exposing her perfect ass and clean-shaven pussy.

"Wow, Scott," I said, "it's been a long time since you've seen this, haven't you?"

He did not respond.

"And guess what? Chloe is quite wet down here. You could say she's soaking, actually."

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

Chloe was whimpering softly now, no doubt because her backside had not fully recovered from the thrashing I'd given her with my belt a week before.

"Do you know why she's wet, Scott? It's because she craves to be treated like this."

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

"To be taken in hand. By a man, Scott, not a boy!"

I reached between Chloe's legs once again and she gasped as my finger entered her warm, wet, impossibly tight tunnel.

"Chloe, honey?" I asked, "are you ready to tell Scott who owns your pussy?"

"Yes," she whimpered, almost sobbing.

"Good girl," I said, "go ahead and tell him. And look him in the eye when you do."

Chloe craned her neck to the side and looked at Scott.

"My pussy," she began, but then stopped.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

My correction was swift and stern.

"Tell him, sweetheart."

"My pussy belongs to daddy, Scott."

"Good girl," I said, "and who is your daddy?"

"You are, daddy."

"Good girl. Now get on your knees and show your boyfriend how much you love daddy's cock."

Scott stayed rooted to his seat, but began to rub himself through his pants.

"May I please touch your cock, daddy?" asked Chloe, looking up at me in devotion.

"Yes, sweetheart," I said.

Her petite, pale hand made my member appear absolutely gigantic.

"Now put it in your mouth, honey."

She opened her mouth obediently, struggling to accommodate my large head.

"Open wide, princess," I said, making eye contact with Scott, "daddy's going to fuck your pretty little face now."

I grabbed Chloe's head with my right hand and pressed her towards me, causing her to gag.

"Good girl," I said, "show your boyfriend how you'll do anything for daddy's cock. Anything at all."

"Mmm...hmmm...," she groaned.

I released her for a moment, allowing her to catch her breath, before grabbing her head again and beginning to face-fuck her.

"You see, Scott," I panted, "Chloe isn't like other girls. She doesn't want to be treated like a princess."

I paused again to let Chloe catch her breath, then I took a hold of my cock and slapped her in the face with it twice, once on each cheek.

"Do you like that, honey?"

She nodded.

I pushed my cock back into her mouth.

"Actually," I continued, holding her down on my member so she couldn't breath, "I do treat her like a princess. But not the kind you put on a pedestal."

She gasped for breath as I released her once again, pushing her mouth towards my balls.

"I like to think of her as my cumslut princess," I said, and then moaned softly as the young woman's tongue worked my scrotum.

"Oooh, aaahh. I'm guessing she never does this for you, does she, Scott?"

I reached down behind Chloe and smacked her ass as she licked my balls.

"Are you wet for daddy? Touch yourself and tell me, sweetie."

Chloe put a finger to her pussy and then nodded her head.

"Good girl. Daddy's going to fuck you now. Would you like that?"

She nodded.

"Ok, honey. Lay on your back on the floor."

She lay back on the floor, her dress still on.

I pulled it roughly over her head and tossed it in Scott's direction. Chloe's lithe, slender young body was now completely exposed to me, except for the bra that covered her modest bosom.

"Spread your legs," I commanded.

She complied. I lowered myself over the young woman, dwarfing her with my size. My cock twitched in anticipation as it neared Chloe's swollen cunt lips.

I looked up to see Scott, his cock in his hand now, pumping it furiously.

I guided my cock to the entrance to her pussy and rested the tip just inside her lips.

Then I pushed Chloe's legs back as far as they would go, and gripped her wrists, holding them firmly above her head with one hand.

"Are you ready to show your boyfriend just who owns your pussy, slut?"

Chloe nodded.

"I want to hear you say it. Tell him that your pussy belongs to daddy now."

She blushed and shook her head.




Chloe's Cupcakes



"Say it, slut."

I reached up and slapped her across the right cheek, just hard enough to get her attention.

"My pussy belongs to daddy now," she said, addressing Scott.

"You see?" I told him, "she loves being treated like this. She needs a man to give it to her."

Then I pushed my head slowly past her lips.

"Uuuh...," she moaned, "daddy, it's too big."

"Don't worry, honey," I said, "even though you're very wet, it's probably going to hurt at first, because it's bigger than what you're used to."

"Hurt me, daddy," she whispered.

"Speak up, whore," I growled, pushing all the way past her resistance and then letting out a satisfied sigh as I felt her tight satin tunnel envelope my stiff rod.

"Hurt me, daddy," she begged.

"Good girl," I said, slowly pulling out again, "daddy's going to wreck this tight little pussy now. You're never going to want to fuck a boy again."

I supported my weight with one hand while I held her arms in place with the other.

"Look daddy in the eyes while he fucks you, honey," I commanded.

Chloe opened her big, tear-stained eyes and blushed.

"That's right sweetheart. Now daddy's going to hurt you with his cock."

I began to fuck her now, hard against the carpet. I knew that she would probably have rug burn on her fair skin afterwards, but I wanted her to remember how I had treated her.

Her soft whimpers turned to throatier moans as I drove my cock into her again and again. I had almost forgotten Scott, who sat on the chair, his hand on his cock.

"Tell Scott how much you love it," I said, grunting as my cock pummeled the young co-ed.

"I love this cock," Chloe moaned, slowly losing her inhibitions as she approached orgasm.

It was wonderful to see her in this state, as the trappings of civilization began to fall away.

"Please let me cum, daddy," she pleaded as I pounded her.

"Tell me what kind of girl lets an older man fuck her in front of her boyfriend."

She moaned as I withdrew my cock completely.

"Please, daddy."

"Tell me what you are, Chloe."

"I'm a slut, daddy. I'm a whore for your cock."

I reached down and slapped her pussy with my open hand. She yelped in pain and delight.

"That's right, whore."

I pulled her up from the floor.

"Get on all fours, whore."

I positioned her so that she was facing Scott, who seemed poised to come at any minute.

"I want you to look your boyfriend in the eye when you come on daddy's cock," I said, pulling Chloe's hair back while I pushed my throbbing member back into her pussy.

I started to fuck her hard from behind, my thighs slapping into her ass as her moans filled the room.

"Do you want to come, slut? Do you want to come on daddy's cock?"

"Yes, daddy," she groaned, "please let me come on your cock."

"Hmm," I said, stopping again, "I don't think you should be allowed to come until daddy gets to. And daddy wants to come inside your pussy."

"She's -," Scott spoke for the first time in several minutes, his face alive with astonishment, "she's- she's not on birth control."

"Mmmm," I said, "I hope not. Daddy needs to shoot his load in her unprotected young cunt."

"No, daddy!" protested Chloe, "not in my pussy. Please pull out, daddy!"

"Not a chance, whore."

I began to fuck her harder and faster, my heart pounding as I realized that I was about to shoot my sperm into the womb of a fertile young woman.

"Chloe," I groaned, grabbing onto her hips with both hands now, "if you want to come, you're going to have to beg me to shoot my cum in your pussy."

"No, daddy!" she protested, "I'm not on the pill!"

"Say it, whore," I grunted, almost at the point of no return, "tell daddy where you want him to come."

"Please come in my unprotected pussy, daddy," she moaned.

Her words sent me over the edge.

"Come on this dick you little fucking whore," I moaned, pushing my cock to the hilt and holding it there as I began to pump spurt after spurt of semen into her.

I felt Chloe's legs start to tremble as her orgasm started.

"Come for daddy," I panted, holding my cock in place so that the maximum amount of my seed would reach her cervix.

"Fuck, daddy," she moaned, "I'm coming!!"

I held her hair in my hand as she began to convulse. Her pussy contracted several times around my cock, squeezing it so tightly I thought she would pop it out of her. But I held it firmly inside her.

"Look at your girlfriend, Scott. Do you see the kind of treatment she needs?"

"Daaaaaaddddyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy," Chloe moaned, completely flushed as she climaxed for the first time in at least a week.

I held her for a few minutes, my cock still firmly inside her, as her orgasm subsided and her breathing returned to normal.

"Scott," I said, "I think it's time for you to head home. I'll send Chloe along later."

To be continued