**Office Discipline**

I knew I fucked up the moment Professor Carter called me into her office after class. Her icy stare had been drilling into me all lecture, and now, as I stood in front of her desk, my cock twitched like a traitor. She leaned back in her chair, crossing her legs, and those fucking heels—black, sharp, expensive—tapped impatiently against the floor.

“You’re late. Again.” Her voice was smooth but dangerous. “And your last assignment was a disgrace.”

I swallowed. “I-I’ll do better—”

“No,” she cut me off. “You won’t just *promise* better. You’ll *be* better. Starting now.” She uncrossed her legs and slowly, deliberately, slid one foot out of her heel, arching her toes. Even through her sheer black stockings, her feet were perfect—pale, manicured, smelling faintly of leather and lotion. My dick throbbed.

“On your knees,” she ordered.

I dropped instantly, my jeans tightening around my cock. She smirked, lifting her foot until the sole of her stockinged foot hovered inches from my face.

“Open,” she said.

I obeyed, heart pounding. The second my lips parted, she pressed her foot against my mouth, her toes curling just enough to slide over my tongue. The taste of nylon and salt filled my mouth, and I moaned around her.

“Good boy,” she purred. “Now suck.”

I did, worshiping her foot like it was my fucking religion. My tongue dragged along her arch, between her toes, soaking the thin fabric until it clung to her skin. She let me work, watching with dark amusement as my cock strained against my zipper.

Then, without warning, she shoved her foot deeper, gagging me. My throat convulsed, spit dripping down my chin, but she didn’t let up. “Tighter,” she demanded, curling her toes against the back of my tongue. “Take it.”

I choked, eyes watering, hands gripping my thighs to keep from touching myself. Her other foot slid up my chest, pressing hard over my racing heart before trailing down to rub against my cock through my jeans.

“Pathetic,” she murmured, grinding her heel into my bulge. “You really get off on this, don’t you?”

I groaned, nodding desperately around her foot.

She laughed, finally pulling her foot from my mouth—leaving me panting, lips swollen. “Take your pants off.”

I scrambled to obey, shoving my jeans and boxers down in one motion. My cock sprang free, already leaking, and Professor Carter’s smile widened.

“Hands behind your back,” she ordered, standing now, her skirt brushing against my face as she stepped closer. “If you move them, this ends.”

I locked my hands behind me, trembling.

Her heel pressed against my chest, pushing me back until I was flat on the floor. Then, slowly, she lifted her foot and lowered it onto my cock, her arch pressing down just enough to make me whimper.

“You *love* this,” she whispered, rolling her foot over my shaft, the nylon dragging against my sensitive skin. “Don’t you?”

“Fuck—yes, *Professor*—”

She increased the pressure, her toes curling around the head of my cock, smearing pre-cum down my length. The friction was maddening—just enough to tease, never enough to *really* push me over.

Then, with a cruel smirk, she lifted her foot and pressed her toes against my lips again. “Clean yourself off.”

I sucked eagerly, tasting my own desperation on her skin. She let me lick every trace away before stepping back, her eyes raking over my trembling body.

“Stand up.”

I did, my cock pulsing between us.

She reached into her desk, pulling out a ruler. “Now bend over. You’re not done being punished.”

I obeyed, stomach flipping.

The *crack* of the ruler against my ass sent fire through me. She spanked me hard, over and over, until my skin burned and my cock ached.

Then, just when I thought I’d explode, she stopped—and pressed her foot between my legs from behind, rubbing my balls with her toes.

“Come,” she ordered.

I did, fucking *erupting* without a single touch to my cock, my cum splattering the floor as I gasped her name.

She stepped back, admiring her work. “Good. Now clean *that* up before you go.”

I dropped to my knees again, licking my own mess from the tiles as she watched.

Fuck. I was *definitely* failing this class.