The afternoon sun hung low over the college campus, casting a golden haze across the sprawling garden as Abir followed Kavya, her lithe figure swaying with purpose ahead of him. The garden was a lush oasis, a hidden retreat behind the main academic buildings, its winding paths lined with vibrant flowers and towering trees that formed a natural canopy, their leaves rustling softly in the gentle breeze. The air carried the sweet scent of jasmine and damp earth, a stark contrast to the heated tension building between them. Kavya's blue kurta clung to her curves, her dark ponytail bouncing with each step, her eyes occasionally flicking back to meet Abir's with a smoldering intensity that promised more than a casual stroll. Abir's mind buzzed with anticipation, his body still tingling from the previous night's marathon with Isha and Monika, yet the sight of Kavya's seductive sway reignited his hunger.
They veered off the main path, Kavya leading him deeper into the garden until they reached a secluded spot shrouded by thick trees, their branches interlocking to create a private enclave. The ground was soft with moss and scattered petals, the distant hum of campus life fading into a soothing silence. Kavya turned to face him, her lips curling into a seductive smile as she leaned close, her breath warm against his ear. "We're here," she whispered, her voice dripping with desire, her eyes gleaming with anticipation.
Abir's gaze darkened, his voice low and commanding. "Take off your clothes. I need to punish you." His tone brooked no argument, his hands already itching to enforce the discipline she'd provoked with her bold challenge.
Kavya's smile widened, a mix of excitement and submission flickering in her eyes as she complied. With deliberate slowness, she peeled off her blue kurta, revealing the smooth, tanned skin of her torso, her full breasts straining against a lacy black bra. She unhooked the bra, letting it fall to the ground, her nipples hardening in the cool air, her curves accentuated by the afternoon light. Her hands moved to her pants, sliding them down along with her panties, exposing the delicate curve of her hips and the dark triangle between her thighs. She stood bare before him, her body trembling slightly with anticipation, her smile never fading.
Abir shed his clothes with equal urgency, his white shirt hitting the ground, revealing his chiseled chest still marked with faint scratches from the previous night, his muscular arms flexing as he stepped closer. His manhood stood erect, throbbing with need, the sight of Kavya's naked form fueling his dominant instincts. He closed the distance, his presence towering over her, and Kavya leaned in again, her whisper seductive and teasing. "How would you like to punish me?" she purred, her lips brushing his ear.
"You will see." Abir's response was swift and decisive. He grabbed her with a sudden, forceful pull, yanking her body against his, exposing the slender column of her neck. His other hand shot up, delivering a sharp slap to her left breast, the sound echoing through the trees. Kavya gasped, a moan escaping her lips—"Ahh!"—as the sting spread across her skin, her breast jiggling with the impact, a faint red mark blooming. He slapped again, harder this time, targeting the right breast, her moan rising—"Ohh, Abir!"—her body arching into the punishment, her nipples hardening further under the assault. He continued, alternating between her breasts, each slap a precise strike, her moans growing louder with each hit—"Mmm, yes!"—her eyes fluttering with a mix of pain and pleasure, her hands clutching at the air as she surrendered to his control.
Satisfied with the initial discipline, Abir bent her forward, her hands instinctively bracing against a tree trunk, her ass presented to him. He raised his hand and delivered a series of spanks, each one a resounding crack against her soft flesh, her skin turning a deep pink under the barrage. Kavya bit her lip, holding back her screams, her body trembling as the heat spread—"Ahh… Abir…"—her moans muffled but intense, her thighs quivering with each strike. The fifth spank drew a sharp intake of breath, her resistance breaking as a soft whimper escaped, her ass now a canvas of red handprints.
Abir's desire surged, his control snapping as he positioned himself behind her. He entered her with a brutal thrust, his manhood plunging deep into her core, the sudden invasion drawing a loud scream—"Ahhh!"—from Kavya, her eyes rolling back as the shockwave of pleasure and pain coursed through her. He gripped her hips, pulling her back to meet his fast, savage thrusts, each one a punishing slam that rocked her body against the tree, the bark scraping her palms. His deep strokes stretched her limits, her moans escalating—"Ohh, Abir, yes!"—her breasts bouncing wildly, her second breaking point hitting with a shuddering cry, her juices coating him, her eyes lost in ecstasy.
Abir spun her around, pinning her against the tree, one hand wrapping around her throat with a firm choke, the other lifting her leg high. He thrust with hardcore speed, each stroke a violent collision, her screams rising—"Ahhh, Abir, don't stop!"—her third breaking point a trembling wail, her body shaking, sweat dripping down her face, her eyes rolling back as she clung to him.
He forced her to the mossy ground, rolling her onto her side, lifting one leg high as he entered her with grinding depth, his thrusts brutal and relentless. Kavya's moans turned to desperate cries—"Yes, Abir, harder!"—her fourth breaking point a guttural scream, her nails digging into the earth, her body arching off the ground, her eyes fluttering in overwhelmed pleasure.
Abir lifted her into his arms, holding her suspended as he thrust upward with punishing force, her legs wrapped around him, her screams piercing the air—"Ahhh, Abir!"—her fifth breaking point a hoarse sob, her body convulsing, her juices flooding down his thighs, her pleas breaking through—"Abir… stop… please!"—her voice raw, her eyes rolling back in exhaustion.
Abir paused, his breath heavy, his body glistening with sweat as he lowered her gently to the ground. Kavya collapsed, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath, her body marked with red welts and handprints, her thighs trembling. After a moment, she managed a weak smile, whispering, "Thank you," her voice soft but sincere. She attempted to sit up, her limbs shaky, but Abir's hands shot out, grabbing her wrists from behind with a firm grip, pulling them back to arch her body.
"Not yet," he growled, his arousal reigniting. He entered her from behind, his thrusts resuming with brutal force, pulling her arms to deepen the angle. His deep thrusts rocked her body, each one a violent claim, her moans rising—"Ohh, Abir!"—her sixth breaking point a shuddering cry, her eyes rolling back, her breasts bouncing with each slam.
He pushed her face down, binding her wrists with his discarded shirt, thrusting with savage speed, her screams muffled against the moss—"Ahhh, yes!"—her seventh breaking point a desperate wail, her body quaking, her juices soaking the ground.
Lifting her again, he choked her lightly from behind, thrusting with punishing depth, her eighth breaking point a hoarse scream—"Abir, I can't!"—her eyes rolling back, her legs giving way.
He pressed her against a tree, her hands braced, thrusting with brutal intensity, her ninth breaking point a sobbing moan, her body limp, her pleas ignored as he continued.
Finally, Abir released her wrists, his own climax a roaring groan as he pulled out, his body spent. Kavya collapsed fully, her breath ragged, her body a map of red marks and sweat, the garden silent save for their heavy panting.
Kavya and Abir slowly gathered their scattered clothes, their movements sluggish as they dressed. Kavya slipped back into her blue kurta and pants, her hands trembling as she adjusted the fabric over her bruised skin, while Abir pulled on his white shirt and pants, the faint scratches on his chest a reminder of their intense encounter. They moved to sit under the shade of a nearby tree, the mossy ground soft beneath them as they leaned against the trunk, their bodies still humming with exhaustion. The gentle rustle of leaves and the distant chirping of birds provided a calming backdrop as they rested, their breaths gradually steadying, the afterglow of their passion lingering in the air.
Suddenly, the tranquility shattered as Professor Meera emerged from the path, her authoritative presence cutting through the garden's serenity. Her long, dark hair flowed behind her, her see-through pink saree revealing the purple bra beneath, her curvaceous figure moving with a stern grace. Abir and Kavya startled, their bodies tensing as they scrambled to sit upright, the evidence of their encounter still fresh on their skin and clothes.
Meera's voice rang out, serious and unyielding. "What is going on here?" Her gaze swept over them, her eyes narrowing as she took in their disheveled state, the scattered rose petals, and the faint marks on Kavya's body.
Kavya's voice trembled with fear as she stammered, "Nothing, ma'am. We were just talking."
Meera's expression hardened, her tone icy. "Just talking? I saw everything. Kavya, return to your home. And Abir, come to my office. I need to know what kind of 'talking' you two were making here."
Kavya's eyes widened, her voice cracking as she protested, "But, ma'am…"
Meera cut her off, her voice sharp. "Don't make me repeat myself. Go now. Abir, my office now."
Kavya turned to Abir, her fear palpable, but he leaned close, whispering reassuringly, "Don't worry, I will be fine." She nodded hesitantly, casting a final glance at him before rising and hurrying out of the garden, her footsteps fading into the distance.
Meera's gaze remained fixed on Abir, her serious demeanor unbroken. "To my office now," she commanded, turning on her heel and striding toward the campus buildings.
Abir followed, a slow smile spreading across his face as he trailed behind her. This drama queen needs to be punished, he thought. his mind already racing with possibilities, the anticipation of another encounter igniting a new spark within him.