Spankings followed regularly, though they happened at Prof. Hanks’ whim, nothing Molly could count on or control. She was certain he was deliberate about this. The stern professor played with his budding submissive, mocking her with her own raw desires. There was none of the tenderness that she yearned for, just a raw blistered butt to rouse her passions.
It seemed in the midst of his ranting and raving, and otherwise demanding manner, he might break out in a sudden burst of affection. He was half way there a half dozen times, but stopped short a hairsbreadth away each time, leaving Molly with a bittersweet longing that seemed destined to go unfulfilled.
One Friday afternoon, two months into their spanking relationship, Molly’s frustration was at the edge of her tongue, ready to pou
