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I let my professor stick his cock into my tight little teen hole, and master beat the shit out of me. It was my first day of the new semester, and I had a new English professor. He asked me to stay after class, and he was very attractive. He was oddly young only slightly older than me, and the way he spoke to was like I was equal to him. When he asked me if he could bend me over in the stairway, I was intrigued. No man had ever asked me if he could do something my little submissive teen body. I wasn’t sure if I liked it, but I wanted to try and find out. I allowed him to fuck me in the stairway, but I didn’t really enjoy it. No pain to me just means no pleasure. It was just an experiment, but I knew master was going to be pissed. I am his property, and I have no say over who fucks me. I thought about not telling master, but if he found out without me telling him I knew it would be so much worse. So, when master got home from work, I asked him to sit on the couch with me. He snorted, and told me I was his bitch, not the other way around. Just hearing that made me sooooooo fucking wet. I told him what I did, and I could see the anger take over his face. I am a bad girl, and I deserved everything that happened next. He pulled me by my hair to the punishment room, and put me on all fours. He kicked me over and over again in the ribs, cracking a few. He whipped my ass so hard I still can’t sit. Then he pounded my ass, and shouted that I was his property and only his.

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