And I'll see you all same time tomorrow. Even though it'sFriday doesn't mean it's time to slack off."A few students managed a half-hearted, "Yes Profe...sor."Professor Arthur Brown was the self-proclaimed top dog of the naturalsciences department at the university, and he had gotten where he wasin life with a sharp mind, a go-getter attitude and by ruthless self-aggrandizement. In his mind the universe revolved around those whocould explain it to what he called the 'peasants', and that was. “Giving or receiving?”“Giving of course.”He nodded. “Why?”“Because if ever you find me naughty, if ever you think I am not being slutty enough for you, then I want you to spank me. Girls like me need to be kept in check.”Larry groaned as her lips folded around his shaft.“Okay.”“Hard spanking,” she said. “I want a feel a real man’s hand on my bottom.”He groaned again as her lips returned to his cock. “It will be hard,” he gasped. “And I don’t just use my hand; I use hard implements as. Outside the closed door of the master bedroom, Wolfgang paused, tilting his head and listening intently. From the other side he could hear the faint sounds of a bed creaking, a low moan followed by a soft, high-pitched giggle, and the deep murmur of a man's voice."Like that ... Bitch ... Yes..."The bitch would be Dubert's companion from the evening previously, a long legged blonde who worked one of the local clubs. Wolfgang had spent a week watching, making his plans and waiting for the best. Getting a new idea in my head, sitting up, moaning as I feel the weight of my breasts shift. My nipples puckering, hard nubs. The sun behind me, shifting my position, pushing the table back with my foot, letting him see me better. My whole body for him to watch. My neck line of my nighty under the curves of my breasts, their hard browny pink nipples, hard and erect, pointing at him. Head back, neck extended, bringing my knees up onto the mattress, letting him see my pussy. My wetness. All of me.