Congratulations on Getting Spanked!

You’ve got issues. Big old issues. But it turns out the most prominent issue you have is being hot and kind of a mess, psychologically.

This means you say yes to nearly every potential suitor with the balls to step up to you and ask if he can put his finger in his butt and you don’t start saying no until they ask if they can fuck you without a condom (you’re crazy, not retarded). It also means you exclusively fuck assholes who take the time to approach you and think they’re “good enough for you.” These people aren’t the sort of nurturing GGG partners you really need to get off, unfortunately.

Tonight that’s going to change.

Today, after you get your final grade for the computer programming night class you’ve been taking so you can learn to make apps or some shit, you’re going to walk up to your professor and say:

“Look, I know I’m hot, I think you’re pretty okay, I’d love to get to know you better and maybe ruin you sexually for other women tonight.”

Then you’ll lean over his desk until he looks at your cleavage and stammers out his assent.

Two hours and twenty dollars at the Olive Garden later the two of you will be back in your apartment, where you almost never take your asshole sex partners. You’ll be making out pretty hard and, feeling your replacement father figure’s bone throbbing through his pants, make your assertive move to try and get a little bit of something good out of him.

“Spank me like I’ve been a bad girl,” you’ll whisper in his ear while stoking him with your one hand.

“I-I-Is this a teacher thing or something?” he’ll mumble, perplexed.

“Or something,” you’ll purr. Then you’ll slip over his lap and arch your back, showing off a nice, thick ass booty. He’ll start bringing his hand down and it’ll be like electric current running through your body. Suddenly the fabric of your jeans will feel like it’s just vibrating, your every nerve will stand on end and you’ll become very, very aware of just how aroused you are.

After ten minutes of wordless spanking, punctuated only by his beleaguered grunts and your desperate moans, you’ll convulse mindlessly, without warning, ruining your underpants and effectively putting your jeans in the “dirty” category for next laundry day.

“Are you okay?” he’ll ask, petting your ass, which will already feel swollen through your jeans.

“Uh-huh,” you’ll slur, melting on to the bed from his lap, slipping your hand down your pants and beginning to work them off. You won’t thank your father for leaving when you were eight to “join the circus,” which actually meant “sell used cars outside of Omaha,” but you probably should for that orgasm. And your teacher definitely should for what’s gonna happen next.

Congratulations on Getting Spanked!