**Title: The Professor’s Punishment**

I never thought I’d be this desperate—bent over my own desk, my ass stuffed with a vibrating buttplug, my pussy dripping under my saree as *he* sat behind me, his fingers teasing me while I tried to teach.

Rahul Malhotra. The college owner’s son. Cocky, arrogant, and cruel. He’d cornered me after class one day, smirking as he slid his phone across the table. My stomach dropped. There, on the screen, was my daughter—naked, vulnerable, *exposed*.

“Do you want these leaked, Professor?” His voice was low, dangerous.

I swallowed hard. “Please… she’s just a girl.”

“Then you’ll do what I say.”

That was how it started.

### **The First Lesson**

He made me come to his private tutoring room—no panties, no bra. Just my saree draped over my flushed skin. I sat on his lap like a fucking doll, trembling as his fingers traced my inner thighs.

“Spread,” he ordered, pressing one hand between my legs.

I whimpered but obeyed, my cunt already wet with shame. His fingers brushed my slit, dipping just enough to make me jerk. “Look at you,” he sneered. “Dripping like a whore.”

His thumb found my clit, rubbing hard. I bit my lip, but a moan escaped anyway. He *laughed*, pinching my pussy lips until I yelped. “Quiet, slut. You don’t want the whole college hearing, do you?”

I shook my head, tears pricking my eyes.

### **The Classroom Toy**

The next day, he handed me a small remote-controlled plug before class. “Put it in.”

My face burned. “Here? Now?”

“Now.”

Fingers shaking, I ducked into the supply closet, lifted my saree, and pushed the cold silicone into my ass. The stretch burned, but worse was the *hum* when he flicked the remote in his pocket. My knees buckled.

“Keep teaching,” he whispered, grinning as he turned up the vibrations.

I tried. God, I *tried*. But my voice kept hitching, my hips twitching. The students stared, confused. And Rahul? He just leaned back, watching me squirm, his cock straining against his pants.

### **The Punishment**

After class, he dragged me into an empty office. “Bad teacher,” he scolded, yanking my saree down.

I gasped as his fingers tangled in my pubic hair *—yanking*. Pain shot through me, but my pussy clenched, betraying me.

“You like that?” He sneered, pulling harder.

“N-No!”

“Liar.” He slapped my cunt, making me scream. “Your pussy’s fucking soaked.”

Before I could beg, he shoved me onto the desk, hiking my legs over his shoulders. His tongue stabbed into me, rough, relentless. I clawed at the wood, sobbing as he devoured me.

“You taste like a slut,” he growled, biting my inner thigh. “Now scream for me.”

His mouth crashed back onto my clit, sucking hard. I came with a cry, my whole body shaking.

### **The Final Humiliation**

The worst part? His *watch*.

A goddamn *time-freeze device*.

One press, and the whole world stopped—students frozen mid-step, the principal paused in the hallway. And me? Bent over the teacher’s lounge couch, my saree ripped open, Rahul’s cock slamming into me from behind.

“You see them?” He panted, thrusting harder. “They’re all watching you take it.”

Tears streamed down my face as he fucked me raw, his hands gripping my hips.

“Say it,” he snarled. “Say you’re my cunt.”

“I—I’m your cunt!”

He came inside me with a groan, filling me up. Then, just like that—time unfroze.

No one noticed a thing.

Except me.

Because now?

Now I *belonged* to him.

**(End)**