Professor Collins
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Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
16,308
Reviews:
8
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited."
What To Write?
Chapter Two – What To Write?
Sean looked up from his desk once Jamie left. He still couldn’t believe he did that. He could get in serious trouble with the school bored for that; he should have handed her the paper back and asked for the one he’d assigned to her.
He couldn’t focus at all during the test. He read and re-read her ‘paper’ the whole time. He couldn’t stop thinking about it now. Sure he’d had some thoughts like that before, but he never thought about it for too long, otherwise he was worried he’d act on it.
But after reading what Jamie wrote, he’d allowed himself to go beyond the point of no return. He had to run to the teachers lounge and use the bathroom to ‘relieve’ himself after class. He couldn’t stop imagining her round ass bent over his desk, hands tied to his chair as he paced behind her, smacking his hand with a ruler of some sort. She would shiver in anticipation or fear, either one, and he would lean over her, whisper in her ear how she shouldn’t have come in late today. He’d tell her if she was a good girl he’d let her have fun afterwards, but if not…
He stopped himself, realizing he was getting a little too excited, being at work and all. He’d have to find some way to distract himself until 7:00pm. Looking at the clock confirmed it was only 11:30am. ‘Shit.’
He looked down at the rest of the students’ papers he had to grade still. He had to have them in by 7:00pm this evening as well, so he got started.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Jamie sat on her bed, staring at the blank screen of her laptop. The curser was blinking at her, teasing her, reminding her she had no idea what to write. She looked down at her story, with Professor Collins writing all over it. She felt her cheeks get red again, just thinking about it.
She was tempted just to take the D he gave her and just never take any of his classes again, but on second thought that would hurt her GPA too much.
Looking down at Mossy, she said “I can’t believe he really expects me to turn in another version of my story… This is so embarrassing…” Mossy meowed in response, but otherwise was of no help.
“You know what? Forget this. No way am I going to embarrass myself again. I’m turning in my other paper tonight, I don’t care. No way, I’m not re-writing this one.”
Her mind started wondering back to when she’d been in his office. His face looked so stern; he was acting like it wasn’t a big deal. She was so embarrassed, but he acted very professional.
‘Maybe he’s had this happen before… I’ve heard stories about girls who tried to get his attention, but never any where they gave him an erotic story…’ She couldn’t figure out why he’d make her re-write it for him. Was it his way of punishing her for being late on test day? Or was he being just plain mean?
It dawned on her all of a sudden. Maybe he wanted her to re-write it, because he wanted to read another one… One he could really get into, because it would be more realistic to the situation… Maybe this was his sick, twisted way of using his authority for his own pleasure.
She shook her head, no way he actually like her story. Or her. No way. Period. She was much too young for his taste, like he said, he was 27. She was almost 19, not nearly as mature as girls he probably dated.
She had no idea how to re-write her story to meet his… requirements. No idea where to start. Realizing how hungry she was, she figured she’d think about it over lunch.
Half an hour later, she was sitting down inside Rudy’s, a local pizza parlor by the campus. Not seeing any of her friends around, she took a seat in a booth by the window. She ordered a Pepsi and two slices of extra cheesy pizza, and pulled out her lap top.
Looking at the screen trying to figure out whether she should get a head start on one of her other assignments, due after Spring Break, or get started on re-writing her story, she was startled by the waitress who had her food.
“Oh, thanks.” She said. The waitress nodded and hurried off to group of kids causing a riot by the front door. They were loudly pushing three tables together, blocking the entrance in the process.
“You guys can’t sit there!” The waitress said, but they pretended not her hear her.
Jamie looked back to her computer screen, eating her pizza slowly, getting lost in thought.
Daydreaming, she thought back to when she was in Professor Collins office. Typing as she thought, she wrote down everything that had happened up to the point where he asked her to re-write her paper…
He opens the second drawer on the right, pulling out a thin wooden ruler. Placing it on the desk, he walks around the desk and stands behind me. I shiver in anticipation, waiting for him to speak.
“I’m really disappointed in your work today Jamie… This paper could have been a lot more creative and detailed. You didn’t research very well…”
He leans down and whispers in my ear. “You will be punished for this…”
My eyes drop to the ground in front of me, and he walks back around to the desk. Picking up the ruler, I can feel his eyes on me. I don’t look up until he sits on the end of the desk and grabs my chin, forcing me to meet his eyes.
His blue eyes stare holes into mine, and I try to hold contact as best I can. Looking as if he’s studying my face for some sort of expression, I try not to look scared or too excited.
“Stand up.” He says, letting go of my chin. I stand slowly and look at the ground again.
He stands too, and walks around me, as if studying something. He stops and sits back down on the side of the desk. Before I realize it, I’m bent over his knee, my breast pushed up against the desk top.
Trying to calm my breathing, I attempt to stay still. His hand starts to caress my leg through my jeans, slowing making its way up to my ass. I have to stifle a groan of disappointment when his hand passes my ass and lands on my lower back.
He hears me anyway. “Complaining will not be tolerated, Jamie.”
I don’t respond, but he knows I heard him.
Rubbing my lower back, he says, “I think 10 should do it...”
I whimper quietly, and he swats my ass lightly with his hand.
“I said no complaining. Next time I’ll add 5 more.”
Again, I don’t respond.
His hand rubs my ass lightly through my jeans; he reaches down to unbutton them. I shift my weight so he has access, and when I do I can feel his stiffening erection through his pants.
He groans quietly as I shift back into place. With a sudden force, he pulled my jeans down to my knees, causing me to gasp at the cold air. I try not to shake as I think about what is to come.
As his slides down my cotton panties, he says, “You may count them out loud as we go, Jamie.”
I nod against the desk.
WHACK!
I yelp. “…One…” I manage to squeak out.
“One, what?” He says sternly.
“…One…Sir?”
“Good girl.” His bare hand rubs my sore cheek softly before another suddenly came.
WHACK!
“Oww!... Two, Sir.”
The next three come in rapped succession.
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
I yelp loudly and try to stop the tears from falling.
Rubbing my ass softly again, he whispers in my ear, “I’m waiting, Jamie.”
I sniffle, and say with a wobbly voice, “Three… Four and Five… Sir.”
His hand rubs my sore cheeks for several minutes while I try and control my sobbing.
When I calm down, Six suddenly comes, followed immediately by Seven.
WHACK! WHACK!
“… Six and S-seven… Si-“
Before I can finish, Eight comes down.
WHACK!
“E-e-eight… Sir….”
I burst into sobs again, but I could feel myself getting wet. I just hoped he couldn’t feel it through his pants.
His calloused hand rubbed my ass once again, and he places the ruler on the desk so his other hand could run through my hair, attempting to calm me down.
“Last two Jamie, shhh…” He says calmingly. He picks up the ruler once again.
WHACK! WHACK!
They come down with more force then all the others, and I have to choke out my words.
“Nine… Ten… Sir.” I allow my self to let the tears fall this time, and they slowly soak onto the desk.
He puts the ruler down on the desk once again. His hand returns to my red cheeks, slowly rubbing and massaging.
Once I finish sobbing, and have calmed down, he pulls up my jeans.
“I hope you’ve learned you’re lesson, Jamie… I don’t expect this to happen again.”
I nod quietly, and pick up my papers and lap top. As I turn to walk out the door, he says my name.
“Jamie? If this ever happens again, I expect you to be a little more discreet with your… response.” He glances down at his pants, where a wet spot has formed.
My face reddens as I nod and open the door, shutting it behind me quietly. I can’t wait to get home and take care of some… personal issues.
Chapter Three
Jamie looked down at her computer screen. She thought hard about whether or not she should add a sex scene to this one, but she liked the way it flowed, so she saved it and shut her lap top.
Making her way to her car, her cell phone rang. Looking down she saw it was Jason. She was not interested in talking to him; not at all.
They met through a mutual friend awhile ago, and he took her to a party last weekend. He drank a little too much, and got really ‘friendly’ with one of the other girls there. It’s not like they were dating or anything, but they went together there together. She didn’t know anyone else there, and she was totally embarrassed to be sitting there alone.
One of his friends offered her a ride home, and after trying desperately, and somewhat violently to get in her pants, he finally just dropped her off. She still needed to stitch a few buttons back on her favorite shirt because of that.
She let her voicemail get it, and hopped into her Jeep.
During the drive home she came to the conclusion that since she already wrote a new story, she should just turn that one in. She figured it would be easier then re-writing her other one.
‘I’m sure he wouldn’t mind; he’s doing this for personal reasons not academic reasons obviously…’ she thought to herself. Making her way up the stairs to her apartment, she looked down at her phone. Ignoring the voicemail from Jason, she looked at the time. Almost 2:00pm. She should take a nap and then head over to Professor Collins office and drop off her new ‘paper.’ After that, she’d never sign up for any more of his classes.
Sean looked up from his desk once Jamie left. He still couldn’t believe he did that. He could get in serious trouble with the school bored for that; he should have handed her the paper back and asked for the one he’d assigned to her.
He couldn’t focus at all during the test. He read and re-read her ‘paper’ the whole time. He couldn’t stop thinking about it now. Sure he’d had some thoughts like that before, but he never thought about it for too long, otherwise he was worried he’d act on it.
But after reading what Jamie wrote, he’d allowed himself to go beyond the point of no return. He had to run to the teachers lounge and use the bathroom to ‘relieve’ himself after class. He couldn’t stop imagining her round ass bent over his desk, hands tied to his chair as he paced behind her, smacking his hand with a ruler of some sort. She would shiver in anticipation or fear, either one, and he would lean over her, whisper in her ear how she shouldn’t have come in late today. He’d tell her if she was a good girl he’d let her have fun afterwards, but if not…
He stopped himself, realizing he was getting a little too excited, being at work and all. He’d have to find some way to distract himself until 7:00pm. Looking at the clock confirmed it was only 11:30am. ‘Shit.’
He looked down at the rest of the students’ papers he had to grade still. He had to have them in by 7:00pm this evening as well, so he got started.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Jamie sat on her bed, staring at the blank screen of her laptop. The curser was blinking at her, teasing her, reminding her she had no idea what to write. She looked down at her story, with Professor Collins writing all over it. She felt her cheeks get red again, just thinking about it.
She was tempted just to take the D he gave her and just never take any of his classes again, but on second thought that would hurt her GPA too much.
Looking down at Mossy, she said “I can’t believe he really expects me to turn in another version of my story… This is so embarrassing…” Mossy meowed in response, but otherwise was of no help.
“You know what? Forget this. No way am I going to embarrass myself again. I’m turning in my other paper tonight, I don’t care. No way, I’m not re-writing this one.”
Her mind started wondering back to when she’d been in his office. His face looked so stern; he was acting like it wasn’t a big deal. She was so embarrassed, but he acted very professional.
‘Maybe he’s had this happen before… I’ve heard stories about girls who tried to get his attention, but never any where they gave him an erotic story…’ She couldn’t figure out why he’d make her re-write it for him. Was it his way of punishing her for being late on test day? Or was he being just plain mean?
It dawned on her all of a sudden. Maybe he wanted her to re-write it, because he wanted to read another one… One he could really get into, because it would be more realistic to the situation… Maybe this was his sick, twisted way of using his authority for his own pleasure.
She shook her head, no way he actually like her story. Or her. No way. Period. She was much too young for his taste, like he said, he was 27. She was almost 19, not nearly as mature as girls he probably dated.
She had no idea how to re-write her story to meet his… requirements. No idea where to start. Realizing how hungry she was, she figured she’d think about it over lunch.
Half an hour later, she was sitting down inside Rudy’s, a local pizza parlor by the campus. Not seeing any of her friends around, she took a seat in a booth by the window. She ordered a Pepsi and two slices of extra cheesy pizza, and pulled out her lap top.
Looking at the screen trying to figure out whether she should get a head start on one of her other assignments, due after Spring Break, or get started on re-writing her story, she was startled by the waitress who had her food.
“Oh, thanks.” She said. The waitress nodded and hurried off to group of kids causing a riot by the front door. They were loudly pushing three tables together, blocking the entrance in the process.
“You guys can’t sit there!” The waitress said, but they pretended not her hear her.
Jamie looked back to her computer screen, eating her pizza slowly, getting lost in thought.
Daydreaming, she thought back to when she was in Professor Collins office. Typing as she thought, she wrote down everything that had happened up to the point where he asked her to re-write her paper…
He opens the second drawer on the right, pulling out a thin wooden ruler. Placing it on the desk, he walks around the desk and stands behind me. I shiver in anticipation, waiting for him to speak.
“I’m really disappointed in your work today Jamie… This paper could have been a lot more creative and detailed. You didn’t research very well…”
He leans down and whispers in my ear. “You will be punished for this…”
My eyes drop to the ground in front of me, and he walks back around to the desk. Picking up the ruler, I can feel his eyes on me. I don’t look up until he sits on the end of the desk and grabs my chin, forcing me to meet his eyes.
His blue eyes stare holes into mine, and I try to hold contact as best I can. Looking as if he’s studying my face for some sort of expression, I try not to look scared or too excited.
“Stand up.” He says, letting go of my chin. I stand slowly and look at the ground again.
He stands too, and walks around me, as if studying something. He stops and sits back down on the side of the desk. Before I realize it, I’m bent over his knee, my breast pushed up against the desk top.
Trying to calm my breathing, I attempt to stay still. His hand starts to caress my leg through my jeans, slowing making its way up to my ass. I have to stifle a groan of disappointment when his hand passes my ass and lands on my lower back.
He hears me anyway. “Complaining will not be tolerated, Jamie.”
I don’t respond, but he knows I heard him.
Rubbing my lower back, he says, “I think 10 should do it...”
I whimper quietly, and he swats my ass lightly with his hand.
“I said no complaining. Next time I’ll add 5 more.”
Again, I don’t respond.
His hand rubs my ass lightly through my jeans; he reaches down to unbutton them. I shift my weight so he has access, and when I do I can feel his stiffening erection through his pants.
He groans quietly as I shift back into place. With a sudden force, he pulled my jeans down to my knees, causing me to gasp at the cold air. I try not to shake as I think about what is to come.
As his slides down my cotton panties, he says, “You may count them out loud as we go, Jamie.”
I nod against the desk.
WHACK!
I yelp. “…One…” I manage to squeak out.
“One, what?” He says sternly.
“…One…Sir?”
“Good girl.” His bare hand rubs my sore cheek softly before another suddenly came.
WHACK!
“Oww!... Two, Sir.”
The next three come in rapped succession.
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
I yelp loudly and try to stop the tears from falling.
Rubbing my ass softly again, he whispers in my ear, “I’m waiting, Jamie.”
I sniffle, and say with a wobbly voice, “Three… Four and Five… Sir.”
His hand rubs my sore cheeks for several minutes while I try and control my sobbing.
When I calm down, Six suddenly comes, followed immediately by Seven.
WHACK! WHACK!
“… Six and S-seven… Si-“
Before I can finish, Eight comes down.
WHACK!
“E-e-eight… Sir….”
I burst into sobs again, but I could feel myself getting wet. I just hoped he couldn’t feel it through his pants.
His calloused hand rubbed my ass once again, and he places the ruler on the desk so his other hand could run through my hair, attempting to calm me down.
“Last two Jamie, shhh…” He says calmingly. He picks up the ruler once again.
WHACK! WHACK!
They come down with more force then all the others, and I have to choke out my words.
“Nine… Ten… Sir.” I allow my self to let the tears fall this time, and they slowly soak onto the desk.
He puts the ruler down on the desk once again. His hand returns to my red cheeks, slowly rubbing and massaging.
Once I finish sobbing, and have calmed down, he pulls up my jeans.
“I hope you’ve learned you’re lesson, Jamie… I don’t expect this to happen again.”
I nod quietly, and pick up my papers and lap top. As I turn to walk out the door, he says my name.
“Jamie? If this ever happens again, I expect you to be a little more discreet with your… response.” He glances down at his pants, where a wet spot has formed.
My face reddens as I nod and open the door, shutting it behind me quietly. I can’t wait to get home and take care of some… personal issues.
Chapter Three
Jamie looked down at her computer screen. She thought hard about whether or not she should add a sex scene to this one, but she liked the way it flowed, so she saved it and shut her lap top.
Making her way to her car, her cell phone rang. Looking down she saw it was Jason. She was not interested in talking to him; not at all.
They met through a mutual friend awhile ago, and he took her to a party last weekend. He drank a little too much, and got really ‘friendly’ with one of the other girls there. It’s not like they were dating or anything, but they went together there together. She didn’t know anyone else there, and she was totally embarrassed to be sitting there alone.
One of his friends offered her a ride home, and after trying desperately, and somewhat violently to get in her pants, he finally just dropped her off. She still needed to stitch a few buttons back on her favorite shirt because of that.
She let her voicemail get it, and hopped into her Jeep.
During the drive home she came to the conclusion that since she already wrote a new story, she should just turn that one in. She figured it would be easier then re-writing her other one.
‘I’m sure he wouldn’t mind; he’s doing this for personal reasons not academic reasons obviously…’ she thought to herself. Making her way up the stairs to her apartment, she looked down at her phone. Ignoring the voicemail from Jason, she looked at the time. Almost 2:00pm. She should take a nap and then head over to Professor Collins office and drop off her new ‘paper.’ After that, she’d never sign up for any more of his classes.