by Hess, A. M.
“Come in and have a seat. So let me make sure I understand what you’re asking me. You stated in my office that you would be willing to do anything to get a passing grade in my class. Is that correct?” She waited.
“Yes ma’am, anything.” He pleaded, “If I don’t pass your class I’ll lose my scholarship. If that happens my dad will kill me. Just tell me what I need to do and I’ll do it.”
She smiled as she studied him. He had lost some of his cockiness. There may be hope for this one yet. “Fine, just do as I say and we’ll get that grade to a passing standard. I see you’ve brought your books, set them on the table and strip down to your underwear.”
Stunned, Adam’s mouth fell open, “Excuse me?” he stammered.
“You heard me you arrogant little shit, put the books on the table and strip down to your shorts”, she demanded. Her face remained placid; there was no hint of humor.
Still in shock he began to protest, “But I thought we were going to study. I’m not sure…”
The professor interrupted, “You have an easy choice to make here, Mr. Carlson, do as I say and possibly get a passing grade or argue with me; in which case I will certainly fail your miserable little ass. The choice is yours, strip or get out. I’m a busy woman and I have no time for your indecision.”
Slowly, as if in a trance, the young man stood and placed his text books on the table. He turned to face his professor and began to undress. When he was standing only in his boxer shorts did the professor move. She could sense his nervousness and she liked him being uncomfortable. She circled him appraising his athletic body.
The female character began to take over her world, with the erotic scene that unfolded before her with the two characters called to her. The words and actions pulled MJ along and made her hurriedly turn the pages. Her eyes hungrily read. Each word made her want to go to the next. For a while, the book allowed her to escape from her problems, and go into a world that seemed as if it had been written just for her. She loved how the professor showed power and control over the male student.
“Well done. As you can see, we will be concentrating on a different type of lesson when you are here. You will not speak to anyone about these ‘sessions’, you will be on time, you will do as you are told, and most importantly, you will be respectful. Do you understand?” she waited behind him for the answer.
“Yeah, sure, okay”
The sound of the crop rang through the room. She hit him across both ass cheeks and as he cried out in pain she said, “By being respectful, you will address me only as Ma’am or Mistress. Do you understand?”
“Yes, I do” he yelped and another lash of the crop connected with his ass. “Yes, Mistress!” He practically screamed the response.
She smiled broadly as his training was about to begin. She circled her prey once more and when satisfied that she had his full attention she issued her next command. “Drop the boxers and let me see the damage.” Without a word or hesitation Adam stripped off his underwear and tossed them onto the pile of his other clothing. He stood before her naked and waited. “Oh, that’s not so bad.” she said from behind him. Two bright crimson lash marks shown on his milky ass.
He was tall and muscular just as she suspected. His body was sculpted like a well exercised athlete, the body type she enjoyed most. It would be a pleasure for her to break this young buck. Reaching around from his right side the professor playfully tapped the riding crop against his exposed balls. He flinched excepting the same pain she had doled out on his back side. She grinned at his reaction.
Her panties grew wet with arousal when she pictured the sexual scene unfolding in her mind. She wanted to be there in the sense having control over her lover. She wanted that type of control over Dalton, she wanted his submission. Her legs wiggled and clenched together, trying to relieve her of the tension that was slowly building in the pit of her stomach and between her legs.
Before long she was biting her lip and her hands held onto the book tighter, trying to resist the urge to touch herself for as long as she could. It was a game she liked to play; to see how long she could go before the need to touch herself overpowered everything. The erotic scene only succeeded in making her grow wetter and soon she was an hour into the book. Her need to pleasure herself had grown to levels that she could no longer easily ignore.
“So, now we understand each other; you need a passing grade and I have the power to provide such a thing. Is this how you see it Mr. Carlson?” She was again circling his naked body taking in every inch of him.
“Yes, Ma’am.” His response was quick.
The professor went on, “Over the years I have been asked to ‘give’ passing grades to scholarship athletes so that they can go out onto the field or the court and perform heroic acts of sportsmanship. I felt this was an unfair practice to the other students who worked hard for their grades. So now when asked, I feel it is my duty to teach you something even if it’s not English Literature.”
She stopped while facing her new toy and cupped his genitals in her left hand while firmly tapping the crop on the top of his cock with her right. Each tap caused Adam to flinch but he did not attempt to pull away. “Since we understand each other, I will give you what you need as long as you continue to give me what I want.” She brought the crop down harder with the final word and continued. “I have scant time in my schedule for men. Teaching you ignorant ingrates leaves me precious little free time. I see it as a fair trade to get what I want out of the deal. So from this point forward you will be on a twice weekly schedule. You will report to me and beg to earn a passing grade. I will make certain that it does not interfere with your team practices or studies. The better you perform the more likely you will get a higher grade.” She stroked his cock with her left hand and felt him begin to harden. They both knew that he could easily overpower her but she would not allow it to happen. “Are we clear, Mr. Carlson?”
“Yes, Mistress”, was his only response.
“Good”, she smiled and released him. His swelling cock bounced free from her hand. She sensed that he wanted more, and she would give it to him. “Move to the table, bend over and hold on to the edge.” He did as instructed leaving him bent and exposed starring down at his text books. She went on, “You are now my bitch, Mr. Carlson”. She firmly swatted his ass on the word ‘bitch’. “You will hold onto that table until told to do otherwise. Do you understand?” Another swat…
“Yes, Mistress”, he said again.
“You will learn to be obedient and humble, to comply and to serve.” The professor reigned down lash after lash across his bare ass cheeks. “These lessons will be of great value to you as you grow up and work in a civilized society.” She could hear him begin to cry out with each successive slap of the crop. “As you have not learned these lessons up to this point, I will have to give you the crash course in one semester.” His ass was on fire and bright red but he remained bent over and unmoving. With a final crack of the leather, she stopped.
She removed her jeans, but continued to resist the urge to touch herself. Allowing the tension and longing to build, she sat on the couch in only a t-shirt and panties imagining the professor and her new boy toy. She continued to read, and in her mind’s eye she was there with Dalton. He was willingly submitting to her desires. When the professor looked down at Adam, MJ saw Dalton looking back…
The professor stood back and admired her work. She was excited and wetness was soaking her panties. Approaching him from the rear she patted his reddened ass cheeks. Adam moaned at her touch. Her fingers traced down the crack of his ass, between his legs and cupped his heavy balls. He was fully erect and she took this to be a good sign, he would yield to her every whim.
Leaving him bent over the table the professor moved to a sofa directly behind her student. She removed her clothes and took a seat on the couch. When she was completely comfortable she instructed Adam. “Stand and turn around.” He complied immediately giving her a full view of his erection. He made no mov
e to conceal his cock; it was hers to do with as she pleased. “Come here and kneel in front of me.” He took his place, his eyes took her in but he did not touch, he only waited for his next instruction. “Do you know how to please a woman with that mouth of yours?”
“I think so”, he said in a trance.
She struck him hard and swiftly with the crop across his right nipple. He held his breast as he again yelped in both pain and surprise. “Have you forgotten yourself already you little bitch?”
“I’m sorry, Mistress”, his head hung in shame realizing his mistake.
Blood rushed to her center making it pulse with need and beg to be touched. The scent of her arousal became noticeable in the air and added to the moment. Soon, her hand started to inch toward the waistband of her panties and push forth underneath. Her willpower vanished as her fingers moved over her slick folds and slowly began rubbing the area directly above her clit. They pushed and pulled at the folds, sending bursts of pleasure through the little bundle of nerves. She ran two fingers up and down her slick and swollen outer folds. It had been too long since just her hand had worked to take her to ecstasy. She had forgotten how satisfying it could be. Her head fell back against the couch and her eyes closed for a moment before she began to read once more.
“So, you think you know how to pleasure a woman? The proper way to eat her pussy? We’ll see about that. This will be the start, but I’m certain you have much to learn. Come here to me and lick me. Don’t use your fingers, only your tongue and lips. Take your time and remember it’s your grade that you’re about to earn”
Adam leaned in and with his hands on the floor in front of him he attempted to earn a passing grade. He was not very experienced and the few girls he’d been with had all been in high school. He didn’t let it stop him. He licked his professor like he’d seen in the porn movies he and his friends watched. He let his tongue drift in between her folds and licked her juices. He continued this way until a sharp smack from the crop interrupted him. He stopped and looked up at his professor.
“Slowly, this isn’t a race. Take your time and be gentle.”
“Yes, Mistress”, he said and went back to work on her glistening pussy. He slowed the strokes of his tongue and moved from top to bottom and back again. She moaned and relaxed deeper into the sofa.
“That’s better”, she cooed and wrapped her hand around the back of his head. She guided him to the areas that gave her the most pleasure. “You’re going to make a good little bitch. Keep this up and you might just pass my class” When she could wait no longer the professor guided her student’s mouth to her clit. “There is the pleasure spot that will take me over the edge. Keep your tongue there and take your time. Aahhh that’s it.” She held him firmly to her and let his tongue lap at her swollen clitoris.
As the feelings built inside her she fought the urge to climax. He was good and she didn’t want to rush the sensation. Her head spun thinking of how she would make this football superstar her pussy licking bitch for the semester. She grabbed his head with both hands as her orgasm crested and flowed through her convulsing body.
When the climax ebbed she let go of his head. Adam gasped and pulled away. He had been deprived of his full air flow while being held in place through her orgasm. With a wet face he sat back onto the floor and panted. His cock was standing straight out in front of him rising and falling to his deep breaths. Breathlessly she smiled down at him and said, “Get your clothes and get out!” She could see shock in his eyes. “Report for you next lesson at 9:30 on Thursday morning. I’ve already checked your schedule. Now get out!”
Knowing there would be a punishment if he argued, Adam collected his clothes and went out the front door not bothering to get dressed. She was looking forward to the remainder of the semester…
A moan escaped her. The male character’s image from the book was replaced by Dalton in her fantasy. She imagined herself being orally pleasured by him; she pulled him into her as the professor did with her student. She had the control. It was that idea alone that left her rubbing her slippery fingers harder and faster over her clit. The book, which lay forgotten next to her, fell to the floor as she arched her back and rode out a powerful orgasm with a gratifying moan.
With a few deep breaths she came down from the high, enjoying the feeling of her inner walls clenching and unclenching, sending more pleasure throughout her core with every motion. She leaned her head against the back of the couch and pulled her soaked hand from her panties. Opening her eyes she looked down at the floor where the book had fallen.
I can’t believe I just did that in the middle of the afternoon. I’ve never had such a satisfying orgasm from masturbating with just my hand. I never thought a book could bring me to that level of arousal and need. If only I could be dominating like that with Dalton …
Even though she was feeling unloved by him, her body still craved him. She knew there was no way to leave him but this new insight was a path needing to be followed. How far down the rabbit hole was she willing to go?
Chapter Six
The following morning Mary-Beth Johnson lay in her bed reading the remainder of the story. The professor had taken her new boy-toy through the semester on a roller coaster ride of sexual experiences. He learned to service her every way possible and rarely was rewarded with an orgasm of his own. She enjoyed the control the professor had over the young man, but just as much, she loved that he had learned to enjoy providing her pleasure, in fact the book made it seem as if he craved it.
The book jumped from the professor to the student in several passages. It gave the reader insight to Adam and how he was dealing with his change of curriculum. In the beginning he resented his professor, but as the book progressed Mr. Carlson became devoted to his mistress. She re-read one of her favorite passages:
The alarm clock sounded at 7:00 o’clock. Adam climbed from the bed and went to shower. He knew cleanliness was important to his mistress and he didn’t want to give her a reason to punish him. She had given him instructions to be well cleaned and on time for a 9:00am session.
It had been three weeks since he began his training. The professor had kept her promise by making sure his schedule was completely open for each session. He wondered if she had made arrangements with some of his other teachers. In any case he looked forward to each visit to the professor’s house. She had become his only outlet for sex and he was learning to give himself completely and without question.
Never having such an experience before, Adam was finding himself in his mistress. She told him what to do, how to do it and when. There was no thought in being submissive and he liked giving up the control to her. She made him feel safe and free to do as he was told. There was little need for conversation, only providing for her pleasure. He learned to receive pleasure through her and it was more than he could have ever received from a younger inexperienced woman.
A chill of excitement ran through his body as he rang the doorbell. He was hoping to taste her but willing to perform as she instructed. The door opened and his mistress stood before him in only an open robe. “Come in and strip off your clothes here by the door.” He did as he was told; already his cock was at full arousal. He waited for his next instruction.
The professor settled into a recliner and motioned for her sex slave. “Come over here and kneel.” Adam moved immediately and upon reaching her knelt with his head bowed and waited. “Begin with a foot massage”, she said in a low voice. He cradled her bare right foot in both hands and began to rub and caress every part. She moaned and stretched out in the recliner, obviously enjoying the sensations. When told to do so, Adam moved to the other foot and began the same relaxing massage. She starred down at him, naked, erect and kneeling before his mistress. She could see the submission and willingness in his eyes and knew he wanted only to please her.
Pulling her foot from him and spreading her legs wide, she said “You may use your mouth to pleasure me. Don’t make me remind you how to use it.”
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p; “Yes, Mistress”, he said and hungrily went to work on her open sex.
Holding the book with one hand, MJ’s free hand busied itself under the covers. Envisioning the young student going down on his professor was driving her to the brink. The willingness of the book’s male character was creating an amazing fantasy world for her and the oral pleasure only added to it. She imagined Dalton yielding to her every desire…
Since they had met in college, Dalton had given her the most incredible orgasms with his mouth. He was patient and by taking his time allowed her to reach the maximum height of each climax. Thinking of him as her personal sex slave sent her reeling over the edge.
Her fingers plunged into her wetness and tossing the book aside rode them through the pleasure. With legs clamped tight together MJ moaned and writhed on the bed. Images raced through her mind’s eye adding to the fantasy experience. Her breath came in large gasps as her body began to recover from the self induced sexual pleasure.
Eventually as the orgasm passed, her breath and heart rate returned from their racing paces. She stretched out on the bed and relaxed for a moment planning the remainder of her day. Her eyes fluttered open as the cell phone vibrated to life on the night table signaling her that a text had been received. Pushing the book out of the way MJ rolled onto her side and retrieved the phone.
Her mood brightened when she saw it was from Dalton. MJ snapped the phone open and was greeted with a wonderful surprise.
Long week but will be home
tomorrow. Asking you out on
a date. How’s rack of lamb
at Jean-Robert’s Table sound?
Would be interested in something
physical after. I miss your touch.
Interested?
Her fingers couldn’t respond fast enough as she immediately sent a response.
A date? How Nice!
Yes, definitely interested.
Jean-Robert’s Table must
be a special occasion…