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| ~ Academic Discipline ~ - m4w (berkeley) |
| Cars & Trucks, Etc. : Auto Parts : Stereo |
| 03/15/06 |
Jessica, what can I say? You have repeatedly failed to get the assignments in on time this semester. You failed the mid-term and are in danger of failing the course if you do not get this work done in a timely manner. You are the kind of student who gets away with too little effort, simply because she is attractive and knows it. I am ready to raise the ante a bit, considering I gave you an extra week already to finish the term paper draft in order to salvage your grade.
I can see you in my office (outside my normal office hours). Be there at 4:00 pm sharp.
I have watched you all semester - that provocative braless look that went out of style years ago - that careless smirk on your face when I ask the class a question - you don't show the proper respect - I think that will change.
It is just 4:00 - you knock on the door - I say come in; it’s unlocked. You enter and I can see that you dressed for the occasion - a very short skirt and a skimpy tube top - again braless. Maybe you may think that will be enough to win me over but I get right to the point...Show me what you have so far...meaning, I want to see a rough draft. You say that you only have an outline so far. I just glare at you for a moment - you know that isn't good enough. The finished paper is due on Monday and you do not even have a draft?, I growl. You are looking at the carpet - I tell you to look at me and explain why you can't seem to get this done!
Do you need some guidance? - maybe some firm guidance? I see your cheeks flush...I say it again: "do you need some stern motivation?" Look at me! Your lip is trembling as you raise your eyes...you are obviously emotional - but I sense something else - a need for the kind of limits that you cannot seem to provide for yourself. I say JESSICA! - in a loud and strident tone and you drop to your knees in front of me. You look up with teary plaintive eyes and hold out your empty hand...
I take your hand and in one motion, lift you up as I sit in the chair - drawing you over my knee - you pretend to struggle a bit but I tell you this is for your own good and that you need to learn not to disappoint authority figures - especially not THIS professor!
Your skirt barely covers your butt - I lift it over the cheeks of your ass and I see that your bikini briefs are already wet - there is a trace of moisture glistening on your inner thighs - I can feel your heat and I haven't even started...
I give you two sharp spanks and you emit a pitiful rabbit whelp of a cry...I reach over and turn up my stereo in case you get louder...
I decide the panties are in the way to do this right and I tug them down around your knees...you cheeks are already glowing pink - I am just getting started...
I deliver a series of harder spanks - alternating cheeks - you shriek at first and then I continue until you we are both in an altered state of corporal delirium - me giving and you receiving - I am feeling the intoxicating power of my office and my position and you are feeling that sublime submission to authority that you need so badly.
You are sobbing now - I soften the blows and they become more like soothing strokes - I begin to rub my big hands over the now bright red contours of your cheeks in an affectionate manner - your breathing quickens and you seem to lift your ass toward my hands - I guide my right hand between the crease and find the wet heat - now dripping with your arousal...I bring a finger back to my lips to lick the sweet nectar - then I offer a finger to your lips - and you lick your own juices off my finger...you draw my finger into your mouth and suck it gently...suggestively.
I tell you the punishment is over - you slide off my lap onto your knees again in front of me - but you leave your hand resting on my swollen crotch - the professor is now not so mysterious - but rather a familiar sight - a man in full arousal - something you have encountered before. I think you know what comes next.
Should we continue this role-play fantasy?
me: 40s - tall, fit and handsome - a coed's wet dream - will respect all limits -
you: over 18 and look the part - or up to 40ish and enthusiastic - wanting a safe outlet for those hidden erotic fantasies - it's all good.
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