Warning for some kinky spanking, gap in age.

Oh how you could listen to him all day! Professor Jiraiya. His deep and calming voice resonated around the lecture hall. He talked on and on about today's lesson. Literature class was such a kick. Almost two hours of just talking about books and debating the topics. Could there be a more perfect class in the world? You don't even pay attention to the slides that have key notes on them. While the more dedicated students took notes, you just watch him. He paced when he was excited about the subject he was teaching. His long white hair pulled up in a ponytail, swishing around with the motions. Sigh... it looks soft. His red dress shirt was tucked in and his sleeves rolled up. It seemed a little small... giving hint to the fact he was totally ripped. Black dress pants that made him look taller. He was already over six feet. He didn't need to look taller... he didn't need pants, as far as you cared. He was so handsome! Why he was a college teacher was a mystery. He could do anything with that mind and body! He's already written books, why does he do more? Whatever, it kept you entertained.

"Ah... we're out of time." Jiraiya says as he looks back from the clock. As the students stood up and hurried to get ready, he shouted over the noise. "Hey! Don't forget to hand in your papers! Don't think I forgot!"

There was a series of groans. A few students bolted. Ashamed they didn't write their paper yet. You wait. Hanging back to hand in yours last. Heat began to build in your face. Getting close to him always did that. He smiles at you and holds out his hand. You almost reach out to hold it. How great would that be? If he accepted it and his lips would brush against your knuckles. Sigh... if only. You hand in your paper. Your fingers brush against his. Your heart skips a beat. You can barely manage to glance into his eyes. Catching those intelligent dark orbs. You flush before turning on your heel and speed walking out. He's gorgeous! Ahh!

In the morning, you check your email. Jiraiya was one of the only competent teachers that knew how to use email. He often used the student teacher email chain. Informing his classes about changes. He was pretty cool about it. Even sliding some hints about test answers every now and then. He had sent you an email. It wasn't a generic chain. It was a private one.

"See me in my office after your last class today. We have to discuss your paper."

Uh oh. Were you in trouble? You didn't have Lit today. Your schedule swapped back and forth. The whole day went by slow and agonizing. You worried about it. What could you have done? You wait until last period. You don't have a class anyways. Neither does Jiraiya. His classes don't past fifth period. Leaving him one whole block to sit around or leave early. He usually hangs around, marking papers. Plus his office hours were pretty generous.

You knock on the door. It was slightly open. He looks up from his desk and motions you to come in. You enter quietly. Before you take a step, he speaks.

"Close the door."

Oh god this was torture. Alone in a room with your attractive professor. You shut it. If only it had a lock. You take a seat across from Jiraiya, waiting for him to divulge the details of his cryptic message.

"So... about your paper." He began. He shuffles through a stack of paper. He pulls out one, presumably yours. He smirks as he looks over some of the contents again. "I'm flattered but... this isn't very appropriate."

You frown. Confused. Tilting your head and furrowing your brow. Jiraiya looks absolutely amused. He hands it to you. You take it and read it. Only to turn red. Oh... oh no! You accidentally handed in the wrong thing. In your spare time in different classes, you write. Yeah... you accidentally handed in a fantasy story about your literature teacher. It was pretty raunchy too! Mentioning how badly you wanted to do very bad things to him. Well damn, that's the last time you write for catharsis.

"Ah I... I..." you are at a lost for words.

"I didn't know you were such a bad girl!" Jiraiya teases you. "Wanting to fuck your teacher."

You slump against the chair, utterly embarrassed. He stood up. Walking around his desk. Walking behind you. Your heart skips a beat. His hands touching your shoulders. His lips next to your ear. Hot breath tickling you. A shiver runs up your spine.

"Whatever could I do? To punish such a line of thinking?" His voice makes you feel funny. It was deep and rumbly. With an edge of something that turned you on.

"I... I don't know, professor."

"Really?" His thumbs massage your shoulders. "Care to venture a guess? You're one of my smartest students."

You could barely breathe. It was hard to swallow.

"Are you going to fuck me?"

"The punishment fits the crime, don't you think?"

A shaky exhale. Your body can't even hold in a breath. You can't control your legs. They're rubbing against each other, desperate for friction. Desperately wanting those thick, rough fingers to dig in. Or his throbbing cock. Whatever comes first.

"Get up and put your hands on the desk. I want your ass out." Jiraiya orders.

"Yes professor." You can barely talk.

You do as your told. Planting your hands on the desk in front of you. Spreading your legs to stabilize yourself. Bent over and your butt out. The skirt you chose to wear suddenly felt small. He flips the skirt up.

"Hey! You're so wet! I love it!"

You swallow again. Yeah... your poor underwear. You could feel the wet patch that you were soaking through. Jiraiya pulls them down to your knees. He hums. He grabs your hips. Then a hand runs over your ass. Massaging it. Just as you were getting used to it, he spanks you. You yelp, completely startled.

"As I said, you need to be punished."

Oh god this was really happening. He lays in on you. Spanking your ass. It hurt. But in a good way. You can't even catch your breath. They're in quick a quick pace. His hand connecting to your skin in a stinging slap, rubbing it in a single circle, then pulling back to add another.

"Ah!.. Ah!.. Ah!" You can't hold in your lewd noises. Making it every time in response to his hits.

Your heart pounds in your chest. Your arms shake. You had no idea you would be into this! You can't believe this is happening! Getting spanked by your professor. It was such a turn on. And god damn you were taking it like a champ. You can't see it, but Jiraiya is grinning from ear to ear. From the noises your making and how your body is quivering, he can't keep this up much longer. It's stinging his hand too, but it's such great fun.

When your ass was good and red, it stopped. All of it seemed to throb. Even your pussy. It throbbed with a need. You're so damn wet that it's trailing down your thighs. He's standing behind you, breathing heavily. Staring and admiring what he's done.

"Fuck me... please professor! I can't take it anymore!" You beg.

"Can you handle my dick, little girl?" Jiraiya scoffs. He pushes two fingers inside of you. Fuck that was almost enough to make you cum. Your desperate cry echoes around the office. He snickers as he curls his fingers. "Are you a virgin? Or are you a slut for all your teachers?"

"N-No sir! I only want yours!"

His fingers retreat and you whine. The stimulation was welcome. You hear his belt clink around. Fuck... he was taking his pants off. You bite your lip. Jiraiya places his left hand on your hip. His other hand was occupied for a moment. Stroking his erection a few times. Your body was so ready to receive this. When the head pushes in, another loud moan leaves you. You're so vocal! It's hot.

The gasp that emanates from you hurts your throat. Deep and husky. His cock buried deep inside of you. The feeling so fucking amazing. Your mouth hangs open. Drool trails down your chin. Even some tears of relief. This was absolute ecstasy. Your walls flexed around it. Getting used to the intrusion, but absolutely loving it.

"You feel amazing!" He moans. "So fucking hot and tight!"

You let out a breathy whimper. Jiraiya smirks before making his first thrust. Pulling back and lingering. Watching you beg and mewl for him to fuck you. You really are his favourite student! You took his punishment. Now it's time for your reward! He pushes back in. He fucks you fast and hard.

Fuck! Your body rocks hard with the thrusts. It was maddening! It felt so good! Everything you ever wanted and fantasized about. Your teacher pounding you into oblivion. Your legs and arms shake. You had to slide down. Your face hitting the desk. Your chest and lungs now constricted by the hard surface under you.

You're flipped over. Head and back hitting the desk. The new angle was amazing. Your legs struggled to hook around Jiraiya's waist. He grabs your ass and cradles it as he bring you against his hips. Rocking you against his thrusts.

"Oh! Oh professor! Ah!" Your words were disjointed. You can't even think straight let alone talk.

"Yes! Talk to me, babe!" He's just as excited.

You only cry out. Gripping the desk and arching your back. He buries himself as deep inside of you. Holding you still as he forces you to take every centimetre. Your hips push against his and you go rigid. He grinds his hips, letting you experience your full high for as long a possible.

When your orgasm begins to wash over, Jiraiya continues. Going slower and gentle. Letting you recover. He leans over you. You have no choice but to stare him in the eyes. They lacked their normal composure. They were wild and aroused. His face had a sheen of sweat for the effort he was putting in. He's panting heavily and had a fond smile on his lips.

He kisses you. A hard aggressive kiss. It took you by surprise. His pace picks back up. You wrap your arms his neck and refuse to let his lips go. Your whole body rocking with the motion again. Your moans were muffled. Your breathing hard through your nose. It's almost suffocating.

Laying almost fully over top of you, Jiraiya is more comfortable not supporting you as heavily. His desk could support the weight. He releases your ass. One hand grabs your hair. He pulls you back. Your head hit the wood. You take in gulps of oxygen, starved of it. Jiraiya moves on to your neck. Keeping your head pinned as he kisses it. His hot wet tongue running over your skin. His other hand reaches between your thighs. Touching your neglected clit. He rubs it hard and fast. Going in the same rhythm of his thrusts.

Fuck! Well.. if the whole school hadn't heard you yet. They did now. Jiraiya can't even hush you. He loves it! Hearing you scream because he was giving you the best ride of your life. If he gets fired for this, it's totally worth it! His breath hitches and his stomach knots.

You go stiff as well. Holding your breath as he cums inside of you. Your body milks it for all its worth. The sensation put you over the edge for the second time.

He pulls out and kneels on the ground in front of you. Panting hard until he recovers. He picks himself back up after a minute. You only watch him, your whole body weak from the experience. He makes himself presentable again. Even tucking his shirt back in. You sit up with a sigh. Some pain and soreness setting in. Damn... how can you get home in this condition. How you even gonna sit down? Your ass was redder than a cherry and sensitive to any surface it brushed against. You're so woozy. Ready to curl up and pass out after expending so much energy.

"I'll drive you home. You must be tired."

You nod in agreement. Jiraiya helps you off the desk and pulls your underwear back on. It felt strange. You take a few stumbling steps forward. You embrace him, holding onto his shirt. He returns it. You feel a light kiss atop your head.

"What if I want to go home with you?" You ask.

Jiraiya chuckles. You're adorable. He's had his eyes on you since the semester started. Secretly relishing when you blush as you listened to him during class, or going stiff with embarrassment when you made eye contact. He's never really had a student develop a crush on him. He doesn't plan on letting you go. Even if it gets him fired.