A mixed-race African teacher finds herself being spanked, dominated, and taken by her older white professor while on a professional development course. Along the way, she discovers her inner desires and her true nature.
Corporal Punishment at her village school was the topic, and it was one that made Catherine both nervous and excited.
A beautiful African woman and mother, she was also a teacher at a local school. Her skin was a remarkable shade of light brown owing to a mix of European blood in her African lineage. In terms of her current life, however, she was very much a part of the local community and culture. While she fit in on the surface, she had long been haunted by a gnawing feeling that she never fully belonged in either world. However, her job and her responsibilities never really gave her time to indulge in those thoughts for long.
She had come to the city this weekend to continue her education at the University with several courses delivered over two days before she had to go back home to her family. It was warm Saturday evening at this latitude but she and two dozen other teachers were sitting in a small lecture hall listening to a noted child psychologist they had flown in from either the U.S. or Canada judging his accent and references.
His name was professor Steele. He was older than she was, but not in any way old. He was fit and handsome. As she listened to him speak her eyes shifted from his face to his hands and noticed their pinkish white colour. For just a moment she wondered idly how it would look contrasted to her own skin. His nails seemed manicured and he had the confidence of a man whose authority had never been questioned.
“You probably know that in the educational systems of North America and Europe, our view on spanking and capital punishment is not favorable, but I respect that in more conservative societies it’s still commonplace. If you ARE going to punish a child this way it’s important to know how to do it. In many institutions, they still strike the hands with a strap, but we find that nerve damage can result. It is preferable instead to strike the gluteus maximus with the hand instead.”
“You mean spanking?” blurted Catherine a bit too enthusiastically, raising her hand only as an afterthought.
“Yes, that’s exactly what I mean,” he replied. “Let me demonstrate the correct procedure. Can you come to the front please?”
There were thick murmurs in the room. This WAS a conservative African society and a man talking about spanking in a room full of women was certainly somewhat shocking. Most certainly asking a married woman to come to the front to demonstrate was…. Well, she wasn’t quite sure what it was going to be, but before she found herself obeying his command and moving to the front of the room.
Her heart had been beating quickly during the whole lecture, but only now did Catherine know why. This man, professor Steele, bore an uncanny resemblance to the man who was principal in her international school when she was much younger. She had been caught out of her room after lights-out one night and her punishment was ten strikes or spanks to her ass. She remembered the humiliation of leaning over his desk to receive the blows. But she also remembered how the scene would enter her sexual fantasies as she got older. In her imagination, it was now the adult Catherine bent over the desk, naked, as this older, white educated man in authority spanked her ass. Only, in the fantasy, she added more.
She wondered how much the sexuality of that memory showed on her face as she reached the front of the room next to Steele. She felt the flush of her cheeks and heard the group of female teachers engage in a nervous laugh as Steele instructed her to bend over slightly. What was he going to do?
“There are two important things to remember when administering a safe spanking. The first is to use your hand and not any hard implement which could cause excess bruising or injury. Secondly, it’s important to land your hand right in the middle of the cheeks and not on the back of the legs.”
Steele demonstrated the arc that the hand should make in a slow motion, stopping short of actually touching Catherine. Still the fact she was bent over in front of the class with her ass as a prop brought out all the feelings of humiliation once again as well as the thrill of her remembered fantasy.
She went back to her seat as instructed, but couldn’t concentrate. Steele was continuing his lecture, talking about the finer points of spanking and how to modify the swing if one wanted to emphasize either the sound or the pain of the spank.
That night, alone in her dorm room, the fantasy of being spanked by Steele was all she could think about. Being a woman in a conservative profession, in a conservative culture where marriages were arranged and dowries were still common had always forced her to hide a large side of her sexual nature.
Her husband had been the only man she had known that way, and the years of marriage and children had forced her into a motherly role that meant her sexual side was expected to be hidden. As she reflected on the past, that principal had been the only man other than her husband who had actually touched her in an intimate way
The principal had also been white, just like Steele and that was still an exciting taboo. In some ways, she felt resentful of Steele. In some ways, it seemed a typical colonial attitude to bring a white man in to lecture her and her group, but she also recognized that he came from a respected school and was teaching in Africa without payment as a way to give back to society.
She was proud and smart but honest with herself and without ego. The world was never black and white or simple and her own desires were certainly as complex as the rest of the world.
Laying in bed, Catherine looked at the clock, it was 11 pm and she suddenly felt in need of a cold shower to keep her mind from moving in too sexual a way. There were showers on the main floor of the university dorm and she decided to see if they were open.
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Her long robe was tightly closed and her hair hidden under a traditional covering as she took the elevator to the bottom floor. As this was summer, the regular students were gone and less than 30 souls were sleeping in a building made for 300. She knew the place would be empty.
The men’s and women’s shower rooms were separate but located next to each other as in most institutions. The door opened and she walked inside – noting the long benches and lockers, all of which were empty. There was a small hallway from there to the showers and then, on the other side, was the small room that contained the toilets.
Yawning and still tired though very much aroused. Catherine hung up her robe and dropped her towel on the bench as she moved to the shower room. The showers themselves were open although separated by small half doors. There was only one problem though, the temperature range of the shower was lukewarm to hot, so a cold shower was out of the question.
She chose the lowest setting and absentmindedly soaped herself up. Touching her breasts and her thighs, she could only think of being spanked and manhandled by Professor Steele. Catherine began to stroke between her legs and wondered if she could get away with playing with herself right then and there here. For a moment she wondered if there was a lock on the main door. She walked back without turning the shower off and as she did so she noticed for the first time the urinals that lined the opposite room.
She was in the Men’s shower!
Quickly she rushed to the end locker where her robe had been hung. The door was open but the robe was gone.
“You’re not leaving so quickly are you?” It was Professor Steele sitting naked on the bench in the corner and staring at her with a smile on his face.
“What have you done with my clothes?” shrieked Catherine, covering her ample breasts with her arm while she covered the area between her legs with her hand.
“You won’t need clothes for what I have planned,” said Steele.
He watched as Catherine glanced at the door.
“Don’t worry about privacy. When I came in I hung the closed sign on the front of the door and locked it. We have some unfinished business to attend to you naughty girl. After all, I need to show you how to administer a proper spanking.”
“I don’t know WHO you think you are,” Catherine protested. “But I’m a married woman.”
“I also know what you want right now. Don’t deny it. I saw the look in your eyes when you came up to the front of the class thinking you’d be spanked. In fact, I had a feeling you might need a cold shower so I waited in the lounge with my eye on the door. When I saw you go into the men’s room. I KNEW you were obsessing about sex.”
“Don’t be ridiculous. That was just a mistake.”
“I am a psychologist my Dear. There ARE no mistakes. You were thinking about men and the subconscious brought you to where the men would be. In fact, the exact man you’re looking for is right here. Now come to me and bend over my lap.”
The suggestion was crazy, but his voice was confident. He knew as well as she did that she would comply.
“I can’t.”
“You want to and you will. You have a memory of unfinished business, don’t you? I can tell you’ve been spanked before. You must have been a naughty girl back then.”
“No, I was a Good Girl.”
“Even better. Good Girls want to please. It’s easy pleasing a man like me, isn’t it? Just follow my directions. Don’t think I’m unaware of what your life is like. And don’t think I don’t respect you. You have so many decisions to make as a teacher and a mother. You have more responsibility and work harder than anyone else, but you feel you have no power. You dislike being controlled by men, but part of you yearns to be controlled sexually by the right man. The one who understands YOU and your deepest, darkest desires.
“Professor please. debate this,”
“Oh, I know all about your desires. I also know the alienation you must feel sometimes. You’re mixed, aren’t you? I can tell by your features. You’ve inherited the best of both worlds. But it’s not easy is it? Not knowing where you fit in.”
Catherine felt her lip quiver slightly but caught herself. She wanted to answer but couldn’t.
“You know where you REALLY belong don’t you?”
Yes. She did. But was she willing to admit it?
Steele reached out his hand and Catherine inherently responded with her own, revealing her body to him in the process. Steele deftly slung her over his lap. Her breasts hanging over one side and her ass on the other. She was suddenly aware of everything around her, the pounding sound from the shower that was still running, the warm enveloping feeling of the steam that was filling the room. And of course the feeling of Steele’s strong and sensual hand stroking her back and her legs in a gentle, sensual fashion.
“You ARE a good girl Catherine. Just follow my directions and you’ll get exactly what you want.”
SPANK!
Catherine’s ass stung as both the sound of the smack and her cry echoed through the shower room.
“You’ve got a beautiful ass Good Girl. Has anyone told you that?”
It had been a long time. But the way he was talking to her suddenly made her feel like a sexy young woman. Her body had changed with the years and childbirth. She was still happy with it, but the way Steele caressed and spoke to her made her feel 18 again. When she snapped back to reality a second later she remembered who and where she was and it made her heart pound with an even darker desire. Her pussy was noticeably moist.
“So, I want to know, Good Girl. Who was it that spanked your ass before? Was it a teacher?
SPANK.
“No Sir,” “It was a principal.”
“A principal eh.” I think you secretly enjoyed it. I bet you even tried to get in trouble again to face the same punishment.”
With a sudden flash of a memory long forgotten, Catherine recalled having deliberately missed lights-out more than once in the week after her punishment. She hadn’t had any reason for it, and she hadn’t been caught. But now she realized she had wanted that experience to happen again – being spanked and controlled in a sexual way by an authority figure. An authority figure who may have even enjoyed it. But how could Steele have known all this?
“I know everything,’ replied Steele.
OMG Catherine thought. He even knows exactly what I’m thinking!
SPANK!
‘Good girls want to be put in their place. But they also crave reward. A reward like this.”
Suddenly she felt Steele’s fingers slide from her upper thighs to between her cheeks as he began to gently rub her pussy with his fingers. He rubbed her clit in a gentle circular motion just like she had done to herself moments earlier in the shower. Her eyes rolled back and the loud echo of her moan surprised her.
“This is what you wanted back then wasn’t it?” he said still stroking her with his soft strong fingers. “You wanted this after the spanking, but you didn’t get it. That’s why you added that part when you fantasized about it later. I bet you STILL fantasize about it.”
Again, Steele knew. How could anyone know so much about her inner secrets? He was like a father, teacher, principal, and omniscient being all in one.
SPANK!
‘But it’s different when you don’t have the commanding smack to put you in your place. It’s much better when you’re being touched by someone who you know is your master. It becomes exciting in a way nothing else is. I bet your husband never did this to you.”
No, he didn’t. In fact, if he had smacked her outside of the bedroom she’d be inclined to smack him back, but here she was, bent over this stranger who was teasing her pussy and showing off his proficiency in corporal punishment.
“You know Good Girl, this afternoon when you blurted out the word spanking and I saw your face, I wanted to put you over my knee right there and do exactly what I’m doing now. I could see how badly you needed it. “
‘Yes sir. I do.’” She replied
“You have decades of desire pent up from that experience. And you’re going to get to release it NOW. I am going to free you.”
Moments later, she heard Steele’s command to get up and she did so, somehow still feeling shy. As she tried to cover herself again Steele grabbed her wrists
“Let me look at those tits.”
Pulling her arms to her sides, he then released her wrists and fondled her breasts, sizing them up in his palms as if judging their weight.
She felt totally naked now, not just physically but emotionally. The responsibility and credibility she fought so hard to get as a woman and a teacher were irrelevant now. She was now simply a sex toy for this horny man who seemed to know her better than she did herself.
She found herself saying “Does my body please you Sir?”
“Why don’t you tell me,” Steele responded.
She glanced down between his legs to get her first good look at his manhood. His thick white cock was rock hard, devoid of hair, and topped by a shiny and smooth head that, at the moment, seemed an obscene shade of red. It was all for her.
“Are you ready to serve me, my beautiful Coloured Girl? Shall we play out the role you were meant for? Now is the time. You’ve found the right man.”
Yes, the right man, the right man to be her master. But what was getting into her? This was crazy. She could just go find her robe and leave the room now and pretend this never happened.
Steele’s voice echoed through the room.
“Show me where you want to be. Where you were born to be. ”
Catherine stared at Steele and kneeled down in front of him. Steele slid with his back the corner, where the two benches came together and putting his feet up, but moving his ass forward. Everything was in Catherine’s face now. His smooth, dark pink balls hung down in the heat and the steam. The shaft of his penis was two or three shades darker than his white thighs and stomach. But what continued to catch her eye was the smooth bulbous head of his penis, which was now a striking purple colour.
“Touch my balls Good Girl,” She heard him say. “Feel their weight in your lovely dark hands. They’ve been waiting for you all day. Ever since you spoke in that classroom and walked up to the front, they’ve been warm and tingling – wanting to recreate my soul’s essence to fill your lovely mouth and pussy.”
Catherine massaged the man’s balls and saw him smile.
“Put them gently in your mouth and suck on them. Tease them. Let them know you’re here and that you’re going to liberate what’s inside of them. You’re going to provide a release for them just like I’m providing a release for you to your past.”
Catherine began to lick his testicles and gently sucked one into her mouth. It was the first time she’d ever done this and it felt particularly naughty. Of course, the whole experience was naughty. On her knees naked in a public shower with her professor’s crotch in her face and his balls between her lips.
It was in this obscene tableau that she began to realize there was actually a power that came with serving. It was liberating.
She felt Steele’s strong soft hand caress her hair. The way he was doing it, she was sure that he understood the erotic sexuality of hair in her culture. She felt just as naked from the neck up as she did from the neck down and the professor knew it.
“You have such beautiful hair my dear. The hair of a Queen. A Queen that I control. I want you to lick the head of my cock.”
As she moved her mouth upwards she stared for a moment at the big purple head. It was slick now.
“It’s quite a sight isn’t it?” said Steele. “You’ve done a wonderful job in coaxing my balls Good Girl. Now lick my precum and taste your reward.”
She looked at him. He was watching her intently, treating her like his own personal pornography. She took the tip of her tongue and slid it hesitatingly across his head. She liked its smoothness but felt the thin layer of the professor’s essence attach itself to it. As she lifted her tongue she felt a gooey tendril move with it and stick to her lips and tongue. She wondered what she looked like to him but kept licking.
Then she felt the professor’s hand caress her face and she looked up to see him. An intense but contented gaze shone in his eyes.
“Such a lovely innocent face. But we know better, don’t we? What beautiful lips you have Good Girl. I want you to do what they were made for and suck my hard purple cock. Do it now.”
As soon as her mouth was on him she felt his hips begin to rotate as he probed her mouth deeper and deeper.
“I’ll handle the movement Good Girl, you make a nice seal with those gorgeous lips of yours.”
Catherine did what she was told. She looked up at him she saw the animal look on his face as he rhythmically fucked her mouth while a low sound of pure satisfaction rumbled from his vocal cords. Catherine felt a surge of both power and pride inside her. For the first time, she became conscious that she wanted to make him cum more than anything right now. Her sensual womanhood would triumph and be more than enough for this man. She imagined him going home to his privileged country and privileged wife and fucking her – all the while wishing she was Catherine. He would soon realize that this African woman on the shower floor in front of him would be a pinnacle of satisfaction he would never reach again.
As all this was running through her mind, Steele watched her on the other side of the wall. She had that beautifully full and lovely-shaped Mulato ass. He had noticed it earlier that day in class, but now he could admire it in all of its glory.
Glory was a wonderful descriptor, for between those cheeks lay her delightfully shaped womanhood – a sight that made Steele throb. It was too much to be tempted by. He stopped Catherine sucking, picked her up from her knees, and placed her on the bench on her hands and knees pushing her towards the corner. Her face was now pressed up against a pile of clean towels.
She wondered what was next, but that was answered quickly by the sound and sting of another of Professor Steele’s expert spanks.
“That one is for you,” he said. “Not as a punishment but as a reward. You’ve done so well.” Soon another smack echoed through the tiled shower room. Catherine felt his strong hands on either cheek, opening them up as he pushed his face into her pussy and rubbed it against her back and forth, reveling in the juices that now coated his lips. She felt the snake-like feel of his tongue entering her to taste her and then the wild rhythmic circles around her clit that made her scream with pleasure.
Steele’s tongue was ravenous, but his rigid member was getting jealous. As Catherine felt the rigidness of the professor enter her, she pictured the big purple head sliding into her womanhood. It wanted her badly.
Reaching down to grab her breasts, Steele had now practically enveloped her. He knew inherently how to angle his body and put weight on her to make it impossible for her to escape. Though she didn’t want to struggle, the helplessness of her position made her simply give in to the onslaught of his desire.
No man had wanted her THIS badly. She wondered if any man had wanted ANY woman this badly. The thrusts were aggressive now, balls deep but regular. A wave of pleasure was rising up inside of her. Her body was giving itself to this older white authority figure just like years ago. Only now it was truly her pleasure.
She opened her mouth to scream and got a mouthful of towel, rather than spitting it out she bit down on it. The orgasm started to peak as she took in the humidity, the heat, the groping of her breasts and the sound of the pounding her ass was taking from his thighs.
Steele seemed to know she was coming, he stood up so he could thrust faster and more importantly spanked Catherine’s ass, again and again.
That was the cue for her. A way of arriving full circle from that first spanking she got years ago. The professor thrust all the way in hitting just the right spot and pushed her desire over into an intense orgasm that still echoed through the room despite the fact her mouth was full of terrycloth.
Catherine felt a rush of adrenaline followed by a heavy relaxed feeling like a blanket being wrapped around her.
She had little time to savour it, however. Steele pulled out of her, grabbed her hair, and placed her back on her knees in front of him. Without speaking, he grabbed his hard member and shoved it in her mouth. She realized he was close to losing control, so full of arousal he just had to orgasm.
“Suck me, Good Girl. While I pump.” She concentrated on wrapping her mouth tightly around his head as he pumped his cock with his hand. She saw him look at the mirror and she did the same. He was holding her head like a trophy as his enclosed hand rapidly stroked his shaft – balls bouncing. This well-kept, intelligent, and put-together professional man was jerking off furiously in her mouth and speaking to her as he did so.
She could tell he was about to cum and was as excited by this as she had been for her own orgasm. His cum would be HER trophy, a reward for all she had wanted to be as a woman. The hot liquid would be all him for her to consume. His intelligence, his authority, his charm, his privilege, and his seemingly complete knowledge of her, She wanted it all – just like she wanted it from the principal before him. She wanted it in her mouth.
His words began to ring out.
“Fuck this is going to be big. Your mouth feels sooo good. Suck your master and get your reward”
Catherine felt his legs shake in a way she’d never experienced before. It was coming quickly and she was ready. Jerking hard, Steele’s penis popped out of her mouth at the beginning of the first burst, streaking her light brown skin with his hot spunk. She adjusted her position and moved her mouth back onto him. She’d waited her life for this moment and she wasn’t going to waste it.
She grabbed his ass and she pushed her mouth on him and he responded by gripping the back of her head. She could feel the warm blasts hit the roof of her mouth and drip onto her tongue. It was thick and hot and potent. He was giving all he had for her. His Good Girl. His coloured girl. The girl who knew she was the right person, at the right time, a girl who belonged at his feet as he fed her the very essence of his being.
As he pumped the last of his seed into her waiting mouth, Catherine stared at the mirror and at the handsome white hand that still gripped her hair as she slowly but greedily sucked his remaining cum into her mouth. Her hand caressed his heavy balls forcing them to give up all their secrets. She wanted to leave him dry, so he would never forget her. She also wanted to consume all those things he was. All the things that completed her. Being at this man’s feet and worshiping his cock was so unlike her, and yet totally and completely her in a way that nothing ever had been before.
“Yes look at us my beautiful Mulato Girl,” Said Steele knowingly, as he gently stroked her hair.
“See how beautiful you are on your knees, your light brown face shimmering with my bright white cum. Your sexy mouth filled with my white cock. This is your home, where you want to be and where you belong. I accept you completely and I know you do the same. This is our moment.”
Pausing for a short time that seemed like forever, Steele pulled out of Catherine’s mouth and she was able to speak for the first time.
“Yes, my Master.”
Catherine was surprised when she said the word. She was proud and independent, but she also knew on this plane of her existence that this was his role and she needed him, just like he needed her.
With that Steele picked her up and kissed her furiously, their tastes mingling. He laid Catherine down beside him on the bench against the towels, spooning her. She took another long look in the mirror with the contrast of white and brown skin. She noticed the large streak of cum on her cheek and slid her finger over it before sliding it onto her tongue between her beautiful full lips.
She felt Steele squeeze her breast gently. “That’s my Good Girl,” he said.
She felt a rush of warmth and was engulfed by the feeling she was finally and fully home.