by the use of the time-honored 'Want some candy, little girl?' routine.
'Sure, mister. You're nice.' Mindy almost laughed when the chunky little man smiled ingratiatingly.
As she reached for the proffered candy, however, the entire scenario took on more ominous overtones. A vise grip seized her wrist and pulled her forward, off balance. Mindy stumbled and fell to her knees, skinning one on the rough, tattered carpet.
'Yes, I'm very nice. I'll give you something you've never had before. I'm going to cram my cock up your tiny, virgin quim. I'm going to make you suck me off I'll fuck you all afternoon. And then, then…'
Before the professor, if he was a professor at all, could continue, Mindy wrenched free of his clutching hand. She stood, then backed away from him. 'Look, mister, let's talk about this for a while. Okay?'
'Talk! TALK!' the man shouted. 'I want you to beg me for my cock. I want to hear your innocent young lips ask me to fuck you deep into your virgin cunt.'
Mindy began edging around the room, the professor following her movement with his eyes like a cobra follows its prey. The man slipped out of his suit coat and dropped it to the floor. As Mindy continued to back away, the man removed one article of clothing after another until he was naked to the waist. His physique surprised Mindy quite a bit. She had expected him to be fat and out of condition; there was a slight roll of flab hanging over his belt, hut her antagonist was mostly hard, compact muscle that rippled and glistened with a dull sheen of sweat.
As the professor pulled off his belt, he quietly, menacingly said, 'You're being naughty. You are going to have to be punished if you don't behave.' He snapped the leather belt in front of him several times as if testing its resiliency. It was obvious he did not want her to acquiesce to his demands. He enjoyed the pursuit, the denial of his lust. When he forced his attentions on her, this would make the game all the more rewarding for him.
Mindy bolted for the door through which the man had entered the room, hoping it would not be locked. The brief instant she fumbled at the closed door was all the time it took for the short, stocky man to hurry across the room and grab her. When he spun Mindy around, a brief flash of fear illuminated her features.
Seeing that spurred the professor on. His struck out with the belt and landed a sharp blow on the girl's leg. As Mindy turned in an involuntary movement to clutch her injured leg, the professor swung again with his long, broad belt. The rough strap landed squarely on Mindy's jutting butt. She tried to elude the man by crouching, then sliding past him into the room, but the move was unsuccessful.
Another tingling belt-blow landed on her pert ass, warming her. Mindy couldn't understand it, but she fleetingly wondered why this scene was so erotically arousing to her. Every time the professor landed his belt on her rear, tiny pinpricks of delight surged into her crotch and warmed her entire body. The heat seemed to diffuse through the flesh of her rear and burn brightly in her cunt.
Could she actually enjoy such treatment? Was she really being turned on by this whipping?
Mindy didn't have the time for soul-searching and inner reflection on her true desires and needs. The professor trapped her against the rough, paint-chipped wall, a forearm resting on each side of a honey-haired head. For a split second, Mindy's mind saw her father staring into her eyes instead of the round face of the professor. Scared, reliving the rape scene with her father, she struck out with vicious strength fed by revulsion and loathing for her father.
The short man was taken aback by the ferocity and violence of her attack. She clawed and scratched and aimed for his eyes with her fingernails. Mindy's fierce assault was quickly terminated when the man drove a short, powerful punch into her stomach.
She gasped once and fell to her knees, clutching her stomach and trying to force air back into her lungs. The professor stepped back, then coldly said, 'Little girl, you've been very, very bad. For that, you'll have to receive special discipline. You must be punished in a special way.'
He went to one of the mock windows and yanked down a length of sash cord. He doubled it, then doubled it again. The professor tested it a few times against his hand, then walked back to Mindy. The girl was struggling to get up to her feet.
'You're going to be very sorry you resisted like you did.' With a force triggered by suppressed sexual tensions, the professor landed the strands of cord across Mindy's ass. She emitted a tiny yelp, and he repeated his action again and again.
Feeling the pain in her abused rear cleared some of the cobwebs from the girl's brain. Her stomach still hurt, the muscles convulsing in reaction where he had punched her, but the stimulus he was administering to her ass soon replaced all other bodily aches with searing pain.
She staggered away from the blows, but he followed and mercilessly showered stinging slash after slash on her thinly protected buttcheeks.
Mindy stumbled and fell onto the bed in her attempts to avoid the pain being meted out by the small, well- built professor. He was astride her supine form instantly. Hands roved over her curvaceous body, lingered on her lush tits before moving on to fondle her flaring, womanly hips.
The man snorted in disgust. 'You're not a little girl! You've tricked me!'
Fearing actual physical harm, Mindy cried, in her most girlish voice, 'Please, mister, I'm only twelve years old. Honest!'
'We'll see about that!' The professor reached under the high-necked dress and ripped downward with a powerful motion. Mindy's opulent tits tumbled free from their hiding place, but the man didn't seem to notice. He reached down and grabbed a firmly fleshed thigh and jerked the leg aside to examine Mindy's cunt.
Finding no pussy hair seemed to appease him. 'Maybe you are only twelve.'
'Right, mister, and my mother's expecting me home…'
'Shut up! You must still be punished!' He quickly looped two strands of the sash cord around her stocking- clad ankles; then, as she reached down to stop him, he captured one wrist, then the other and held them in one of his large, powerful hands while he tied Mindy's wrists together. Bound, Mindy could hardly move. The man's quick, fluid movements had been expert, and he had left her with little play in the ropes.
He reached under Mindy, grabbed twin handfuls of delightfully smooth ass flesh, and picked her up like a sack of potatoes. With a grunt, he tossed his captive into the center of the big brass bed. She landed, taking the impact of her fall across shoulders and upper back, then rocked slightly as the bed springs tried to support her mass. As the bouncing died down, Mindy tiled to roll off the bed.
Lithe and quick as a panther, the professor stopped her. He gazed down at her naked length on the bed and said, a lustful undercurrent in his words, 'Little girl, you've been naughty.'
He took another length of the cotton sash cord and doubled it. With an exaggerated overhand motion, he brought it stinging down to land on Mindy's bare stomach. She jumped, more from nervous reaction than pain. The soft cotton cord stung, but not so much that she could not have withstood the pain it forced upon her body.
An inner light seemed to glow in the man's eyes, a look Mindy had never before witnessed in another human being. It wasn't the insane gleam of a madman; it wasn't the brilliance of genius. She could only think it was reflecting lust unchained in the man's psyche. He knew she could do anything he wanted to her lush, young body.
And he knew that he would before the session was over.
The sash cord began lashing away at Mindy's sensitized skin in crisscross patterns. Although any single blow was not hard, the incredible rapidity and expertise of the professor soon caused a warmth to suffuse throughout the bound girl's belly. It wasn't unpleasant, but it was far from being comfortable.
Seeing that Mindy was not being properly frightened of his acts, the professor declared, 'Enough of this punishment. You must be thoroughly and totally scourged for your previous misbehavior.' The man's breathing was slightly faster, far faster than the minor exertion could have caused. The libidinous thoughts that raced through his mind was the primary cause of his growing excitement.
He was getting turned on whipping the tied and helpless Mindy.
The professor rolled the girl over on the bed to expose the shining alabaster globes of Mindy's tight, well- formed ass. He picked up the broad leather belt he had discarded in favor of the sash cord. Mindy could barely see what he was doing, her face buried in the soft mattress. Her head rested so that she faced towards the professor, but her field of vision was severely restricted.
When the whistling length of the leather belt impacted on her softly curved butt, she emitted an anguished 'Owww!' The professor rapidly followed that blow with another, then another and another.
