Jasper1863Hale and I would like to express our gratitude to Harrytwifan, for being so kind as to take the time to beta this story. Thank you.

We would also like to remind readers that this story comes from our seedy little minds, it's fiction based, and we in no way encourage or condone relations between students and teachers/professors.

Also, all recognizable characters belong to Stephenie Meyer, there is no copyright infringement intended.

Previously...

In Emmett's haste to leave, the door hadn't closed fully. Through the crack that remained, I heard them exchange quiet words. It sounded like Emmett told Jasper to not worry about a thing, to force some tears and plead ignorant, and all would be fine.

We'd see about that.


Breaking a Taboo

Professor Cullen's POV

Jasper appeared to be in no particular hurry to enter my office, so wiped a little sweat off my brow and then took the time to remove my jacket fully. I knew that the air conditioning wasn't breaking down, it was merely the elevated temperature of my body reacting to the thoughts that converged on my mind. I stood, draped the jacket over the back of my office chair, and unbuttoned the cuffs of my shirt as the door opened.

Lifting my gaze, I watched as Jasper entered with an air of nonchalance. I knew by his reaction that my earlier words had struck home, but he was opting for the 'not bothered' approach. He left the door wide open and stomped his way towards my desk, then stopped and folded his arms with a loud huff.

"I assume that you were not raised in a barn, Mr Hale, so kindly close the door." I forced my voice to remain calm, his cockiness already making me bristle around the edges. I would've loved to wipe that arrogance out of him.

He eyed the door, then deciding that he was in enough trouble already, he crossed the room and gave it a shove until it closed with a dull bang. For a moment he looked as though he would ask if I was satisfied, to which I would have stated; yes, though not in the way I wanted to be. Instead, he opted for silence and stamped his way back to the desk.

"I think, considering the circumstances, you had better watch that attitude, young man. You are in a whole world of trouble already, so do not be adding to your list!"

"Big deal. It's not like I did much wrong. I didn't hurt anyone, did I?" he snapped back, with malice in his voice. My irritability jumped further, but I held it within myself for the time being.

"You know very well that what you did was wrong and far beyond the school rules. How dare you stand there and act as though this is not serious."

His eyes leveled with my own, finding the balls to face me directly with barely a flinch, considering the severity of the issue. Before me stood the same cocky little shit that had teased me through many a lesson, only to act innocent the next moment and leave me aching for him. It was no different now, except that I had discovered his kryptonite.

"I'm sure that your daddy would be interested to hear of all of this. Let's see what he has to say, shall we?"

I stepped nearer to my desk and lifted the receiver of the telephone. My free hand moved towards the buttons, prepared to press randomly since I actually had no knowledge of a contact number for Reverend Hale.

My bluff worked better than I had planned, as Jasper threw himself forward and slammed his hand down on the phone. "Wait!"

His expression shifted from arrogance to fear. His eyes no longer held the venom like before. He genuinely looked terrified and I realized why. His family had no idea of his sexual preference, and likely would turn against him should they discover it.

"Wait for what, Mr Hale? For you?" I mocked, moving my hand from the buttons and slapping his away. It slammed back down before I could press a single key in front of me. With an over exaggerated sigh, I lowered the receiver back into the cradle and straightened up. Seeing that I was not going to make an immediate phone call, he slowly pulled back to stand at his full height and watched me warily.

"Fine, I fucked up. I knew what I did was wrong, but did it anyway. But you can't say that you've never done anything wrong in your life." His arms folded and just like that, the petulance returned. "After all, it was you who wanted me, wasn't it, sir?" He raised an eyebrow as he mocked the 'sir' part.

"Ah, yes, about that." I said, lifting my voice to act as though he had reminded me of something very important. Moving at a deliberately slow pace, I finished the task of rolling up my sleeves to the elbows, and stalked around the side of the desk to be on the same level as him.

"I don't take lightly to teasing, Mr Hale. I'm sure that you had a damn good laugh at my expense, but I assure you that laughter can turn into tears."

I stopped when I reached a couple of steps from his side. He turned to face me as I approached and eyed me suspiciously. Good - he should be suspicious. I tugged lightly on the bottom of my waistcoat to straighten it out, then folded my arms across my chest once more.

"You are a very petulant and stubborn young man, Mr Hale. After your actions today, if this were any time before the early nineties, I'd be physically punishing you rather severely right now."

The thought of such actions sent a twitch to my cock, and I was glad it was kept firmly locked behind cloth and zipper.

"What's that supposed to mean?" His eyes blazed with anger, but held a hint of confusion as he studied me closely.

"It means that had this been some years ago, we wouldn't be standing here talking. You would be bent over that desk receiving a firm hand, or even a paddle, for what you have done. Frankly, with your continued behavior even in this very minute, I'm having a hard time deciding whether I shouldn't just do that anyway!" I added some snap to my tone, attempting to set the fear of God into the man, and to hide how much of an entertaining thought that was to me.

"Well, like you said, this isn't years ago, Gramps. You'd be in as much shit as I'm in if you even dared."

Gramps?

Out of everything he had ever said, every wink and lip lick and obvious flirting he ever did in my lectures, that word took the cake. How dare he refer to me as such, when I was barely even middle aged!

"Frankly, Jasper, right now I couldn't care less. You are a spoiled brat who thinks he is too good for anyone and I will set you right! Now, bend over the desk." I unfolded my arms and tried to keep my fists from clenching, as they itched to connect with his body already.

The anger faded from his eyes almost instantly and became replaced with shock, then defiance.

"No. You have no right! You can't do that to me!"

"I won't tell you again, boy." My words were almost a hiss as I demoted him to adolescence, since he was acting that way.

His mouth opened to argue further, but a single step closer from me soon closed it. Knowing he would continue to refuse, I acted on impulse and gripped his arm firmly, pushing his body forward until his thighs met with the edge of the desk and the momentum toppled him forward. He landed across the desk with a small thud and I let my hand fly to his upturned ass. The jeans offered protection to his behind, though with the force, I was sure it left a smarting sting to his rear. I had no intention of physically harming him, merely enforcing my power and dominance over him to put him down a peg or two.

He yelped at the swat I delivered and immediately began to struggle, but my free hand pressed to his back to hold him in place and I sent a second firm swat to the opposite cheek. There wasn't enough force to cause him pain, just a tingling reminder of the impact.

"I tried to warn you, Jasper, but you pressed my patience beyond its stretching point. Now you will endure this - endure me." I emphasized the last two words with a swat to each ass cheek, feeling his muscles tense with each contact, before what I had hoped and waited for finally happened.

With the second swat, he rocked forward with the motion and his struggles ceased as a small mewl escaped his throat. My hand had been raised to lightly strike again, but stilled in midair as he made that sound. As I held my hand still, I watched as his body drew back just barely, before he rocked forward to the desk spanks had turned him on and he was reacting to it, grinding himself against the edge of my polished desk.

I lowered my hand slower and pressed it to his ass, tracing it gently over each cheek to ease the faint sting I had left on his skin. A moan slipped from his lips at the soft caresses, and I knew that I had him. I risked releasing his back and as expected, he remained bent over the desk, his feet shifting apart as my hand stroked lower to the back of his thighs.

Pressing my luck, I delivered a smack to each sit spot, the sensitive area where butt met thigh. He bucked against the desk with the contact and gasped, "Oh God...again."

I smiled at his request, but didn't give in to him directly. I stepped back and just allowed myself to watch as he widened his legs further and pushed his ass back, seeking my hand. When I didn't deliver, he turned his head and gazed lustily over his shoulder at me. That look in his eyes and his body bent over before me sent the blood swelling directly to my cock. He was going to be the death of me. Death by orgasm, without even receiving any friction.

"But of course, this is a new century and corporal punishment is illegal in this State. Get up."

I decided to play with him, to tease him and see how he liked it. He wasn't the only one who could wind a person up and leave them hanging.

As I expected, his mouth opened to protest and he didn't move an inch from the position I had placed him in across my desk. I took a mental image of him bent like that, locking it away in my personal jerk off stash in the corner of my mind.

His mouth closed without a sound and he seemed to think quickly on what to say or do, before it came to him and his cocky grin glued itself on his face. "That all you got in you, Gramps?"

Just like I'd found his kryptonite, he found mine. "Do not press me, Mr Hale, I am not a very forgiving man."

"Prove it...Gramps." He deliberately wiggled his hips and thrust his ass towards me.

My fist clenched, before I unfurled it and let it fly at his upturned rump once more. He hissed at the contact, and for a fleeting moment I worried I had used too much force. He then followed it up with a moaned curse and ground himself against the desk again, calming my concern. I did the same again, giving just one more, before I stepped forward and leaned over him, deliberately pressing my firming cock between his tingling cheeks.

"Is this what you want, Jasper?" He was getting me as worked up now as he ever had with his teasing. "Do you want more of a spanking, or do you want something harder?"

I pressed closer to emphasize what I intended, and the moan that he responded with vibrated clear through him to my cock.

"Fuck...You, I want you!" he practically cried out, forcing his ass back against me, rubbing deliciously to give the friction that Carlisle Junior desired.

I had other intentions first though, and stepped back. He groaned at the loss and rocked his ass back in hopes of more spanking, but I was done with that. I stalked deliberately slowly around the side of the desk, pushing my sleeves higher up my elbows and straightening my waistcoat once more, before I made a lengthy show of pulling the zipper down on my pants.

Jasper's eyes were glued to every movement I made. After giving my aching flesh more room to breathe, I massaged myself through my pants.

"This is what you want, isn't it, boy? You want to see what I have for you, don't you?"

"Fuck yes, show me. I want it, now."

"Ah, ah, ah, remember whose office this is. I'm the one who decides what goes on."

He huffed and leaned his forehead against my desk, but stayed quiet.

I popped open the snap of my slacks and dove my hand into my underwear, stifling the moan that wanted to erupt when my hand reached my cock.

"Look at me, Jasper." I ordered, as I fished myself out of my briefs.

His deep brown eyes locked onto my cock and a small smirk appeared on those luscious lips. I guess what he saw pleased him.

His grin reminded me that I'd fantasized about feeling them wrapped around me for some time now. I decided it had been long enough.

Taking slow steps toward my desk, I pumped myself a few times to tantalize him. As expected, his tongue peeked out and ran over his lips, in invitation for what was already running through my mind.

I stopped in front of him and grabbed a handful of his hair. Still jerking myself lazily, I asked, "Are you going to be a good boy?"

Jasper quietly moaned and took the head of my cock into his mouth. The feel of his lips as they closed around me was better than I could've ever imagined. I needed more, and guided myself deeper until I hit the back of his throat. Just as I suspected earlier - no gag reflex.

He groaned, and gripped the edge of my desk with white-knuckled hands. His hips jerked forward, still trying to find some relief with whatever friction he could muster.

His blond hair still tightly in hand, I couldn't help but enjoy the feel of his mouth around me, as I guided him all the way down my length. With each slight pump of my hips, his tongue teased all the right areas - a very talented man indeed. As the minutes passed, his incredible suction was getting harder and harder to resist, almost begging me to cum down his throat and give him what he'd worked so hard for.

A small movement of Jasper's hand caught my attention. Having undone his pants, he had managed to slip his hand inside and stroke himself. My hand moved of its own accord, and a harsh smack rang through the room as I landed a swat on Jasper's rounded globe.

He whimpered and froze when he heard my voice. "Did I say you could touch yourself?"

I pulled myself from his talented mouth so he could answer me. Instead of saying anything, he just stared, dumbfounded.

I needed more than his mouth on me, and I saw him look at me like he was going to argue suddenly. No way was I letting the control slip from my hands.

I stepped back swiftly, startling him out of whatever words he was going to say, and rounded the desk. Thanks to his pants being unfastened, they had slipped down, showing off half of each perfect cheek of his ass. They were still slightly pink from my earlier attentions. I couldn't help but reach out and rub them. The hue looked gorgeous on his skin, and knowing that I had done it ratcheted up my lust even further.

Jasper seemed to be losing his patience and started to push up off the desk. Knowing this was probably going to be my only chance, I lightly put my hand on his back and pushed him back into position. "Stay there. I'm not quite done with you yet."

He moaned at the authority in my voice and did as he was told. He always did pick up fast in class; I was glad to see there was no exception in other areas of his life.

My cock demanded some release and his ass was going to give it to me. Reaching into his front jeans pocket, I fished out the condom I knew would be there and opened it with my teeth.

Jasper now looked confused and asked, "How did you know I had that?"

"Please, I've watched you and Emmett plenty of times. I know you're like a boy scout - always prepared," I mockingly answered.

A small gasp left Jasper. "You watched us?"

Even though he tried to sound horrified, his hips betrayed him as they jerked forward to rub his still hard cock against my desk.

Oh yes, definitely a very naughty student. He's enjoying the thought of being watched.

"Of course I did. I'm a healthy gay man, I'd have to be dumb not to. Even though Emmett didn't get to enjoy this ass thoroughly, I intend to."

With that, I grabbed the lube from my desk drawer and then tugged his pants down the rest of the way. Spreading his cheeks, I massaged his opening with my thumbs - happy to see him still stretched from his earlier activities with Emmett. Jasper grunted and shoved his ass up further in offering.

"You want that, don't you? You want me to fuck your ass thoroughly, so you'll feel me tomorrow. Admit it. All the teasing and toying with me, I bet you've jerked off thinking about it."

When he didn't respond, I let another smack fly and connect with his left cheek.

"Answer me!"

"Fuck yes, I want it. I want you to fuck me right now."

I fucking knew this little punk wanted it.

Waiting no longer, I secured the condom onto my length, and then spread a generous amount of lube. Quickly, I dipped my slick fingers into his hole, just to be safe. This wasn't going to be gentle or take long if my cock had anything to say about it.

"Brace yourself, Jasper, this is going to be hard and fast."

I entered him without preamble in one hard, long thrust. His tightness and heat surrounded me, and I couldn't hold back the long groan that left me. Jasper's reaction was much the same; his ass raised up to meet my forward movement, greedily taking everything I had to offer.

Grasping his globes, I spread them as I pumped in and out - enjoying the sight of my cock as it entered him.

Our panting filled the room as I continued the brutal pace. Jasper was up on his toes with his face smashed down on my desk, his knuckles white as he gripped the edge, just trying to hold on.

I'd never seen a more alluring sight in my life. His face was contorted in pleasure, mouth hung open as sounds left him; from the softest of mewls to the loudest of groans. I momentarily worried that he would be heard; perhaps I should have gagged him. That thought increased the heat in my stomach and drew my balls tighter to my body, the pounding quickening with his moans.

"Oh shit, ah!...fuck!" He cried out, a fleeting moment before his muscles clamped around me, a vice like grip that drew me in deeper and held me in place. His back tensed in an arc as he came with a sharp shudder.

As his ass convulsed around me, it drew the release clear out of my body, like poison from a wound. I jerked as the heat pulsed from me, taking with it the frustration and ache I had felt from the day he first teased me in class.

I held still and loosened the grip I had on his hips, feeling his body as it twitched and trembled where he lay spent on the desk. His ribs strained as he sucked in air after that exertion, and I mirrored him gasp for gasp, before I eased so carefully from his exhausted body.

A knock on the door startles me from my thoughts, bringing the reality of my spent cock and now cold release into focus. With a hasty glance to the clock on the far wall of my office, I realize just how long I must have been sitting at my desk, with my limp dick still in my hand, reminiscing about what brought me to this position in the first place - or rather, who.

Clearing my throat, I call out to the waiting person on the other side of the door. "Just a minute."

Quickly grabbing some wet wipes, I clean myself up. Standing, I straighten my clothing and pull down on my waistcoat to look presentable to whoever is outside the door. I glance around the room to make sure everything is in place. When satisfied, I open the door, to see none other than the man I'd just been fantasizing about - Jasper.

He's standing there with his hands in his pockets, his head lowered and glancing up at me through his lashes. I'm slightly surprised to see him.

"Jasper, did you need some clarification on the assignment for this week?"

"Um, no sir, I actually just wanted to tell you something." He leans forward so that no one in the almost vacant hall can hear. "I've been a bad boy. I'm wondering if you know anyone who can help me change my wicked ways."

My breath catches and my cock twitches at the thought of another session with my now favorite student, over my now favorite piece of office furniture. I open the door further so he can walk through.

"Of course, Jasper, that's what any good professor is here for - to help any way we can."