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Dr. Burnside participates in hazing Pledge Lisa.

You are here because you are such an incompetent slut."

With that, he stood up and shoved her back under the desk, her head banging painfully against it.

She watched as he pulled down his black suspenders, unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants, pulled them down to his ankles, and sat back down in the chair.

His cock stood large and throbbing, as he beckoned her,

"Come here and show me what good work you do, angel"

She cautiously crept from under the desk, to take him in her mouth.

He groaned as her lips wrapped around him. She slowly worked his full length to the back of her throat, relaxing her throat as she had taught herself to do to accommodate his large cock. Her head began to bob up and down as her tongue circled his shaft. She could taste his excitement as it oozed from the tip of his cock which caused a throbbing pleasure to build between her legs. She looked up at him, wanting to enjoy the expression of pleasure her work must surely be causing on his face, only to have him roughly slap her face, barking,

"Keep your eyes down, whore. Focus on your work."

She sucked faster and harder, her hands twisting up and down his wet member. He thrust his hips at her, her hand banging against the desktop as he did so, urging his cock deeper and deeper into her throat until he released with a loud groan, his hot load spilling down the back of her throat. She swallowed greedily, silently noting the wetness that was now drenching her panties and seeping down the insides of her thighs.

"Stand up, dear. I'm not quite through with your lesson today."

She did as she was told. Bent over his desk as she was directed, and laid there, head down, awaiting her next instructions as he opened his desk drawer, searching for something.

She soon felt him him bent down at her feet, the warmth of his lips on her leg kissing her ankle, before driving her legs apart. She felt her heart skip a beat as he quickly wrapped restraints around each ankle and secured her spread legs to the desk.

He walked around to the front of the desk, handcuffs dangling in his hands.

She lifted her head now, "Sir, please, no. I'll work late all next week; I'll work late for the next month. Please, Sir, don't do this."

"You made your choice earlier, Mrs. Sparks. There is no going back now. We must finish your instruction. It really is for the best, you'll see."

With a sigh, and deep resignation, she offered her wrists to him, which he cuffed in front of her.

He walked back to his chair and sat down. From this vantage point he could best observe her helpless form.....legs spread and secured to each desk leg, hands manacled in front of her, satiny white ass staring at him.

"What is this, Mrs. Sparks? Are your panties wet?" he asked as he observed the wet stain between her legs, spreading down to each thigh.

"Yes, Sir," she whispered, ashamed of her excitement.

She heard him fumbling around in his pen caddy again, then felt a cold, steel object lightly being run over her panties. When her mind registered that this object was also sharp as he applied pressure to it, she realized with a start what it was....scissors.

She felt the scissors run down the inside of her thigh, ever so lightly brushing along her pussy lips.

"Sir, please, please, put those away. I'm frightened, Sir. Please put them away," she begged, tears beginning to form in the corner of her eyes.

"Don't worry, my angel. I won't hurt you...much," he whispered, as he ran the scissors down the outside of her thigh leaving the tiniest trail of blood. With that, he swiftly cut her panties from her body, as she lay panting on the desk.

She felt him walk around to stand in front of her. He grabbed a fistful of hair and pulled her head up to look at them. The panties were rubbed against her face.

"Smell that. What do you smell, Mrs. Sparks?"

"Me," she answered softly.

"Yes, you. Aroused, wet, aching for a good fuck, isn't that right, Mrs. Sparks?"

She nodded her head.

His grip tightened on her hair.

"What's that? I can't hear you," he barked.

"Yes, sir.

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