Teach Me, Professor Daddy!

Chapter 3:Punishment

Punishment

I went to the comfort room and dried my wet shirt. Was this really this thin in the beginning? It was only a little spill and now the top of my chest is almost visible.

My face heated when I recall the stare he made through my shirt a while ago. I looked at myself in the mirror and slowly place a finger above my chest. My finger trailed down to the button right above my cleavage and my breath went rough and deep as I imagined him doing it to me.

“Sam!”

“s**t!” I cursed hard when Aiah's voice suddenly boomed through the bathroom halls from the outside. She entered the bathroom and eyes widened when she saw me standing in front of the sink.

“Oh my gosh. Are you still wet?”

“f**k off.” I hissed and glared at her through the mirror.

I don't think that question is appropriate to ask in this situation of mine. Because yes, I am f*****g wet. Not that my friend knew about my wildest dreams though but still s**t f**k the gaze of that man I longed for 3 years will forever be instill in me.

Aiah rolled her eyes from my attitude and looks at my shirt. “How about we go shopping right after your little disciplinary action? I want to prepare clothes for next week's welcome party though.”

My brows furrowed and turned to her. “Disciplinary?” That's first time in my vocabulary.

She shrugged and gave me a look. “That's what I heard. Little miss is under disciplinary.” She emphasize the word disciplinary. Her eyes narrowed as she moved her head closer. “Hmm. What did you do to upset that rugged hotty, Del Fuego?”

“What?” I don't even know he was serious for the punishment he said a while back.

She raised her left brow and gave me a speculated look. “Playing innocent, huh? Don't you think you're hiding something from me, Samantha?”

I wince. “Don't you think you're being a creep?” I sassed.

She laughed, placing her jacket on my shoulder. “Kidding. You should probably go now, because the new Professor seems impatient.”

“Why do I have to go?” As much as I fancy him, I don't think it's good for us to face without any enough reason. Yeah, not when we had a steamy past to share.

“Because, you're the only one absent in his first day and he didn't like the idea of it.”

“So?”

She rolled her eyes. “You received 50 minus points, and you'll probably don't like that idea too, do you? The only way to take it back is to proceed to his office,” she explained.

I gasped. “50 points?!”

Aiah nod in confirmation.

That darn old hot jerk! He was the one who told me to dry myself! And now he has the audacity to take a credit of 50 points? God, I only had maximum of 10 in my entire life in the University!

“Where is his office?” I demanded.

“Same old one, I guess?” She shrugged, putting lipstick on her lips.

I left Aiah and marched through the halls with my anger boiling inside my head. As soon as I arrived at the front door of his office I did not bother to knock and immediately opened the door as I stormed inside. But to my dismay, a filled of boxes of books only confronted me.

I was about to turn when I felt a presence behind me.

“I don't think you're in a situation to stormed in angrily.”

I heard the door closed. My gaze shifted to the man walking pass me to sit on top of his table. His muscle flexes hard, and veins protruded as he crossed his arms together, staring at me with his dark look.

That darn stance made my p***y wet. Get a grip, Samantha! I faked a smile, trying to be polite. “Good afternoon, Professor. How would I compensate for my 50 minus points?”

He jolt a brow and stared at me for a couple of seconds before unclasping his arms and stood. Went to the books before turning to face me. “Help me arrange,” his voice was final and proceed arranging.

“Does ... that help?”

He halt and turned to me with his jaw clenched. He moved forward, and with every step he took, I felt the insane beat of my heart pounding against my ribcage.

“Non sei nella posizione di chiedere, bambina,” he said, his rough voice full of dominance.

[Translation: You're not in the position to ask, babygirl.]

My lips twitch from his arrogant demeanor. Still, I tried to smile before saying, “Non mi piace perdere tempo, Professore.”

[Translation: I don't like wasting time, Professor.]

He was taken back from my answer. “Tu parli italiano?” he asked with his furrowed brows.

[Translation: You speak Italian?”]

“Mio Padre é italiano.”

[My father is Italian]

His lips parted, amusement was evident on his eyes. “Well, you sure know how to surprise me, bambina.”

“Please, don't call me that,” I said almost in a whisper as I felt submission towards the man in front of me.

His jaw clenched and eyes darkened. “Arrange the books,” he said before turning away.

“Professor—”

“What?” he snarled. “Enough of your complaints or I'll add another of your minus points!”

What? f**k him! I gritted my teeth and tightened my hands into fists. Fine! I marched towards the boxes and took two books as I went to the book shelf.

The other one slipped from my hand and I manage to hold its cover, but I was late to realize the heaviness of the pages causing it to ripped apart. I gasped from the torn book on the floor. I know it was important because of its thickness.

“What the hell happen?”

I turn to the Professor with my eyes slightly widened. He saw my reaction and started walking towards me.

“I-I'm sorry, I-I didn't mean to...I-It was heavy.” He stopped behind me and fell silent.

Dio mio, Samantha! Sei così stupida!

I gulped and was about to pick the book but professor had caught my arm to pull me towards him. His gritted teeth were telling everything, but he chose to remain silent.

I stepped aside as he pick the book by himself and put it on his table. His back was against me the rough rising of his chest was visible. A defeaning long pause reigned between us. “You may go out, I'll arrange.”

A heavy feeling filled my stomach from the guilt. “I'm sorry. I'll help.”

“No. Go out.”

“I'll accept anything—”

“Testarda!” I fell silent when his hand slammed on the table. He turned around, and my eyes met his burning one.

“You have been a very bad bad girl, bambina.” He walked towards me with his domineering stare piercing through my soul.

“And you know what I'll do to those who do bad things?” he whispered in his raspily husky voice.

A quivering smirk crept on his lips before his rough hands had gently touched my face. “I punish and teach them a lesson, babygirl.”

His hand send tingling sensation, a shivered touch that made my nerves lose its sanity. The longing satisfaction seep through me, igniting the hidden pleasure of my wild dreams.

A hurl of desire covered my whole body and before I could restrain, I pressed my lips against his.