The college sociology class began packing their things and several conversations broke out amongst them on this devisive topic. A few of the girls who were protesting came forward to confront their professor at the front of the lecture hall as the other students began leaving.
"Professor Martin," one of the young beauties said, "How can you say that. Girls and women have been striving for independence and equality with men for so long. It's just not correct any more to think that way."
"You're wrong Jessica," he replied. "Just because society says something is right doesn't make it right. Try this out some of these things I've said with your boyfriend and you'll see I'm right. We can't fight our human nature. Our bodies know what we need and want to be happy and prosperous. It's just facts."
They debated for a while longer and then the girls gave up, realizing they wouldn't get anywhere with him. They left fuming and walked across campus right to the Dean's office. A few minutes later they were talking with the Dean and she was as appalled as they were at the Professor's lecture. She vowed to put an end to it immediately and told the girls to go back to class.
Shortly later she was knocking on the door to his office.
"Come in," he said and in walked the Dean of the college, Lisa Smith.
"Hi Rick," she said in an annoyed voice and she sat down in his guest chair as he sad behind his desk. For a woman in her mid forties she looked ten years younger. She participated in marathons and was quite attractive as well. She was very tall, about 5'9", with an hourglass figure and full, firm breasts. Today, she wore a blouse and a skirt that ended just below her knees. Her legs were bare and she wore flat comfortable shoes. She had worked hard to get where she was, but it had cost her her marriage. She was in the middle of a messy divorce and hadn't been with a man sexually in many months.
"Lisa, Hi, what brings you by?" he asked curiously, though he figured he knew the answer already.
"Rick, I want to talk to you about your lecture today. Apparently you are telling the students that the natural genetic order is that women like to, want to be dominated by men, especially sexually. What in the hell are you doing?" she asked.
"Lisa, I teach sociology, and these are some of the things we study. I believe in telling and teaching my students the truth, good or bad, comfortable or uncomfortable, but always the truth. What is the problem?" he replied.
"The problem," she answered, "Is it's not the truth Rick. How can you say that, let alone believe it. This is ridiculous. Some women might like that type of treatment, but it's a small percentage I'm sure. You can't be teaching this as part of the curriculum."
She was getting angry with his nonchalant attitude. He smiled amusingly at her and continued.
"Lisa, you're wrong. Every woman, every young lady, those who are not gay, wants to, needs to be submissive to a man. This will bring her great pleasure and purpose if she submits to it and embraces it. Society is wrong. It just is."
"And what proof do you have of this?" the Dean asked.
"Years of experimentation," he replied. "I told them I can prove it and I can. I have done the experiment many times and every time I'm right. I'm sorry Lisa but you're wrong." She was furious but curious what his experiment was.
"What is your experiment exactly?" she asked to humor him.
"Well there are different ways to do it, but generally the one that works the best is spankings," he replied, and seemed surprisingly serious. She gasped.
"Spankings? You mean like spankings, spankings? Like on a woman's behind? Are you serious?" she couldn't believe what he was saying. Rick looked at her sternly, and leaned forward in his chair.
"Very. Spankings. Usually it takes no more than 20 spankings, hard, on a woman's ass and by the end, her, um, forgive me vulgarness Lisa, but her pussy is wet. Despite the pain and humiliation of the spankings, it turns her on sexually to be vulnerable and dominated like that by a male. You can't argue with science, and it happens every time," he said, very sure of himself.
"That's ridiculous!" Lisa replied. She stood up now to be above him to feel some power over him. "Rick, you realize you are influencing the impressionable minds of young women with this nonsense. I don't care if you've discovered this realization with a few of your sexual encounters, but this is not the norm, and certainly not going to be allowed to be taught here! Understand?"
He chuckled and replied, "Yes Lisa, I understand that you are misinformed. As I said, I will keep teaching the students this truth, as it is the truth."
Lisa dug in. "You won't, or I'll fire you," she said sternly, leaning forward on his desk and looking down at him. He calmly leaned back in his chair and looked up at her.
"And I'll sue you for wrongful dismissal, and I'll make a media storm this school will not want. How will that play with your shareholders?" he threatened back.
"What is wrong with you? Not every woman believes in your crazy ideas! Don't you see that!" she said loudly back to him.
"Not every woman has to," he replied calmly. "But every woman will react the same way under the treatment I just laid out. She can't help it, it will happen. And if a woman's pussy is getting wet from being spanked so hard, then there's only one logical conclusion Lisa, she likes and wants to be dominated by her man."
"Sure, some women maybe," she shot back, trying to calm her anger down. "But not EVERY woman Rick, surely you see that. Not me for example. And not many other women I know. Don't you see that?"
"You are no different Lisa," he said. "It would happen to you to. If I bent you over this desk, right here, right now, raised your skit and spanked your ass, your pussy would get wet, and you would have very sexual thoughts and desires. It's just a fact," he replied, almost in a daring tone.
"No, it wouldn't, and I wouldn't, don't pretend you know me," she said. "Bottom line, you are to stop teaching that nonsense."
"Prove it," he said calmly. "I can prove it, and I'm willing to. Prove it and I'll stop teaching it immediately," he dared her.
"Right? You're hilarious. Let you spank me right here right now., You must think I'm stupid Rick. That is not happening," she said back.
"Why? Because you know I'm right. Because you're afraid you're wrong. You come storming into my office Lisa pissed off about something you've heard from students and having no idea what you're talking about. Prove it. I'll spank you right here, right now, and by the end you'll be wet and wanting more." He said it so calmly, so sure of himself, so confidently that for a moment she was taken aback. Her mind raced. It would be a sure fire way to prove him wrong, and at least end this stupid debate once and for all and make him stop this incorrect teaching. But she knew she couldn't subject herself to a man like that, especially a professor that worked for her.
"That's not happening Rick. Maybe this is some sick, perverted fantasy of yours, but it's not happening. Take my word for it when I tell you that most women would not be subject to this, dominance fantasy of yours," she told him and tried to sound confident.
"Admit your worried," he said. "You're worried I'm right and you'll worried you'll have to go back and tell those young women I'm right and I'm going to keep teaching it with your blessing," he replied.
"Arrhhh, you are so frustrating. I have half a mind to take you up on this just to prove you wrong!" she couldn't believe she had just said that but didn't know how to stop him and certainly did no want a media frenzy at her college as that would reflect possibly very bad on her.
"I DARE YOU," he said slowly and leaned forward. "You're afraid I'm right, and there's one way to prove it," and he stared at her. She stared back and then banged her hands down on the desk.
"Fine, you arrogant ass! I'll do it, just to prove to you how wrong you are! But this stays between us, you do not speak of this to anyone! And when I'm right you agree to stop teaching this nonsense immediately. Agreed?" she was so mad she couldn't wait to gloat when she was right.
"Agreed," he said back immediately. "When I'm done spanking you, your pussy will be wet. In your case Lisa, I expect very, very wet. And if it is, you agree I will keep teaching this and you will tell those girls and any others that complain that I am right, and you fully support me. Agreed?"
"Fine, agreed. But I'm going to gloat when I'm right. Now, how do we do this? She asked. He stood up, stepped back, moved his chair and pointed to the desk beside him.
"Come around here, bend over and put your elbows on the front of the desk," he instructed. Lisa reluctantly came, she hated that she agreed to this as she now felt vulnerable and demeaned. She came around, and did what he said, looking back at him anxiously.
Rick calmly lifted her skirt up around her waist, and revealed her black bikini style panties. He grabbed the waist band and began pulling them down.
"No, stop, what the fuck? You said nothing about a bare ass!" she said emphatically and reached back with one hand to stop him. He slapped her hand away.
"Yes, bare ass. Only on a bare ass. Like I said Lisa, this is going to hurt. And you'll see I'm right. Now, stop fighting and face forward!" he almost yelled that last command. She hesitated and as she did he yanked her panties down to her knees, revealing her tight, round, beautiful ass. As he let go of her panties, they fell down the rest of her legs and around one ankle.
"Spread your legs!" he commanded. She didn't think that was necessary but she did.
"Just get it over with!" she snapped back. "I want to see you humiliated!" And just as she finished speaking,
"WHACK!" he brought his hand down on her ass.
"Ow!" she cried out, it was harder than she expected.
"That's one!" he said and smacked her ass again. She gritted her teeth as he counted, and each spanking was harder than the last and by five she was wincing and crying out with each smack.
"WHACK!"
"WHACK!"
"WHACK!" Went his hand three more times.
"OWWW!" she cried out loud and tears started rolling down her cheeks. She had never been spanked this hard and she felt like a little girl again being spanked as a child. She was grabbing the desk so hard her fingers were turning white. She braced for more, having lost count what he was at.
A few more spanks and she was actively crying. Her ass was on fire and hurt so bad. She knew her pussy wasn't wet and tried to take solace in the fact that soon this would be over and she would be proven right.
Four more and she was wailing and jumping and shaking with each smack.
"Stop! Stop! It hurts too much!" she cried out as his hand found her bare bottom again. Her ass was beat red now and was burning with pain.
"You give in? You admit I'm right?" he asked her, hand poised over her bottom. She sighed and gritted her teeth again.
"NOOO!" she said with confidence and he spanked her again. By fifteen she was wailing loudly and her face was soaked with tears. She had to hold out for just five more. His strong, firm hand came down again, and the pain was so great that was all in her head right now, she couldn't even tell if her pussy was doing anything, but she was sure it wasn't.
A few more and he was nearly done. She wailed and jumped and cried as the last few spankings landed onto her beautiful, firm, red ass.
"Twenty!" he announced and stopped. "Spread your legs wider Lisa!" and she did, shaking and crying in pain.
"Now, for the test. Don't move!" As the spankings were over, the pain lessened ever so slightly and she gasped out loud as his finger slid across her pussy opening from behind.
"OH GOD, NO!" she exclaimed as she realized at that moment her pussy was soaked! He rubbed his finger on it for a moment and then pulled it away. She went to stand up, thoroughly humiliated and he pushed her back down.
"Turn your head and look Lisa," and she did. His finger was glistening with her pussy juice and he smiled wickedly. "You see, I was right. You loved that and you're soaked. Admit it!" and with that he put his finger back to her pussy and slid it inside. He grabbed a handful of her long hair with his other hand and began finger fucking her as she was helplessly bent over the desk.
"Nooo, stop! What are you doing?" she asked, shaking and shuddering..
"You're a whore for liking that, and now you're going to show me how much you liked it by cumming on my finger. And he finger fucked her hard, with two fingers, while holding her hair and making her raise her head.
Lisa felt like a piece of meat. She was so incredibly humiliated and ashamed that she was wrong, and her body was betraying her more and more as she felt Rick's masterful fingers bringing her to an orgasm. Moments later her body convulsed and she came all over his fingers, moaning and crying out as she did, lost in the moment.
He hung onto her hair as she orgasmed, then pulled his fingers out and she heard a zipper being lowered.
"Rick, no, stop. Ok I was wrong what are you doing?" she tried to turn her head but he held her hair firmly so she couldn't. The next thing she felt was his big erect cock at her pussy opening.
"I'm teaching you, Lisa, how much you like to be dominated, used, owned, by a man. By me. So you'll never forget it," he said and then shoved his cock inside her.
The next few minutes were a blur. He fucked her pussy from behind, with his bare cock and she came and came and came and came all over it. She was lost in orgasms and every massive thrust seem to bring on another one. Her mouth hung open and she couldn't speak. He fucked her hard and she loved every minute of it.
Soon he let out a huge moan and let go of her hair and grabbed her hips and started cumming. She felt wave after wave of his cum shooting deep into her pussy, over and over and over. He was owning her. Finally, he stopped cumming and pulled out, turned her around, pushed her to her knees and shoved his cock in her mouth to clean it up. She winced and gagged and hated it but did not resist. When he was satisfied he sat down in his chair and looked at her.
Lisa struggled to get to her feet and was weak in the knees. She fumbled with her panties and finally pulled them up. In moments they were soaked with his and her cum. He grabbed her hair and made her look at him.
"What do you have to say to me?" he asked. With tears in her eyes, she looked at him and said softly,
"You were right Rick. I'm sorry. You were right. OMG I've never cum so much in my life!"
"Good, and what are you going to tell the young women that complained?" he asked.
"That - that, you were right. You are right. It is true, and I support you," and she cried when she said it, unable to believe she was wrong and felt ashamed.
He smiled. "Good, and Lisa, I expect you back here tomorrow so you can suck my cock and I can fuck you again! Understand?" She nodded and he let go of her hair. She sighed and fixed her clothes back.
"Yes, I understand," she said and slowly walked to the door and out of his office, ashamed. She tried to remember where the closest washroom was so she could clean herself up from his great amounts of cum that were still running out of her pussy, had soaked her panties, and were now running down her thighs.
THE END...
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