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The Professor Part 1

pomonagirl

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"Come in," He calls from behind the desk in his private office. Opening the door, she pokes her head in, nervously. "You said, that you wanted to see me, Professor? Is now a good time?" His face remains inscrutable as he waves her in. "Yes, perfect, R--. Come in and have a seat."

she enters the office, nervously. Typically a confident young woman, something about the Professor made her feel a bit nervous, or off-kilter. she takes a seat on one of the simple, sleek high back chairs facing His desk. she starts to feel the involuntary blush creep across her face as she meets His hazel-gray eyes.

"Do you know why I asked you to come by my office?" "N-no, Professor" she stammers, looking down. she feels the warmth of the blush deepen. "Simply put, R--, I feel like you have...untapped potential." "Huh?" she thinks, shaking her head in confusion. The involuntary movement causes her to drop the bookbag she'd been holding, causing a few pens to roll out of the open pocket.

Embarrassed at her uncharacteristic clumsiness, she sinks to her knees to gather the spilled contents. A moment later, looking up, she gasps. He is there---standing above her. "When did He get from behind His desk to here???" her brain barely has time to register the thought as He extends His hand down towards her. Unaccustomed to this sort of chivalrous behavior, she pauses a moment, before shifting her backpack into her other arm, and accepting His hand. she's so flustered as she sits back down in the chair, smoothing her skirt down on her lap, she fails to see the amused smile that creeps over the Professors face.

she's never been so close to Him, and if she'd felt nervous in His presence before, right now she felt downright dizzy. He hadn't moved from His standing position and was uncomfortably close to her as He leaned back a bit on the desk and continued to speak. "I have a training method that I think may be beneficial to you, R--, to help you fulfill the potential that I see" He continues, his voice sonorous and clear.

she sits in the chair, stunned. Too nervous to look up into His face, she keeps her eyes downcast, directly at His black leather motorcycle boots, so close to her own modest black pumps. she becomes aware that He has stopped talking. she wills herself to respond. "T-thank You, Professor."

"Excellent, R--. We will start immediately, if your schedule permits?"

"Y-yes, Professor..." she says, dazedly. she seems to be floating outside of her body, watching this strange scene from a corner of the ceiling.

"Very good. Now stand up." As He speaks, He moves back behind the desk and opens one of the drawers. she stands, as if in a dream. she can not bear to meet His gaze, so she watches His hands, as they reach into the open drawer. her eyes open wider and mouth turns to a silent "O" shape as He pulls out a long red silk scarf, fashioned into a blindfold.

she waits, breathlessly, as the Professor walks back around the desk. This time He does not stand in front of her, but behind her. she feels His lean, muscular body close against hers. The tension is palpable. "Close your eyes" He says, bringing the red cloth around to the front of her face, covering her eyes. Tying it firmly around the back of her head. "Now, reach your arms out in front of you, bend forward and lay over the desk. That's right," He says, gently helping her in to position. "Bent at the waist, arms reached out, palms flat on the desk." she feels a strange sense of calm as she allows Him to help guide her into position. her mind empties of all other thought, simply allowing His touch, and voice, to guide her.

"Excellent, little one." her whole body warms at the sound of the unexpected pet name. "you look beautiful stretched out like this over My desk. Spread your legs a little more....yes, like that....perfect." A moment later her whole body shudders as she feels His hands upon her hips. Slowly, He lets His hands trail down, along the black fabric of her form-fitting skirt. Once He gets to the hem of it, He grasps the edge of the skirt with both hands. Slowly, methodically, He lifts it, pulling it up until it is bunched up around the small of her back, exposing her curvy, pale ass, clad in only a skimpy, lacy black thong. she feels incredibly exposed, yet incredibly safe, as she hears the appreciation in His voice.

"Simply beautiful, little one." Now His fingers slightly trail along her exposed skin, sending shivers down her spine. "Stay still, and breathe. Do you understand?" "Y-yes, Professor" she manages to squeak. His fingertips leave the curve of her ass before coming down again, firmly but not too hard. "Oh!!" she cries, more out of surprise than ***. she starts to move from her position but then remembers His instruction, to remain still, and to breathe. she settles back into her pose and breathes deeply. Again, His hand leaves her skin, only to come down again, this time harder. "Ooooh!" she cries. There is some ***, which quickly turns to warmth. A warmth that spreads across her cheek, down between her legs. she finds herself squirming again, but this time it's not from ***.

The Professor continues in the fashion, giving His student a slow, easy, erotic spanking, alternating harder smacks between more gentle ones...taking a few moments to caress the reddening skin... The Professor gauges her responses in the small, *** movements of her body...the arch of her back...the low moans and coos that escape her lips. Once her pale cheeks have achieved a rosy glow, He lets His hand trail down, lower. she exhales sharply as He suddenly grips her smooth-shaven pussy over the now-soaked black cloth of the skimpy panties. "Very good, little one. The wetness here" (now He punctuates the word by placing a firm slap against her suddenly-aching pussy) "confirms My suspicions about your potential." she melts in to the table a little more, smiling at hearing the evident pleasure in His voice.

Next, His fingers move the small scrap of fabric over, and He is stroking her dripping wet lips, teasing her throbbing clit. she moans as He slides in one finger, then two. He fucks her like that, thrusting with His long fingers a few times before withdrawing. With His other hand, He reaches forward, and taking her hair in His hand, pulls her head up off the desk. "Open your mouth." she does, and He slips His fingers in through her lips, past her teeth. Instinctively, she sucks and licks His fingers, eliciting a moan of pleasure from the Professor.

"Excellent, little one" He growls. His voice has changed. It's lower, thicker. Somehow, more ***istic.

"Stand up. That's right, very good." Slowly, she pushes herself up off the cool surface of the sleek black table. Underneath the red silk blindfold, she blinks. But before her conscious thought starts to return, He is there, hand gently at her side, voice in her ear.

"You have excelled with the training program even better than I could have anticipated, little one" He says. "T-thank You, Professor", she mutters, dazedly. "Now, turn around so that you are facing Me", wordlessly, she does as she is told. "Very good. Now, remove your shirt and your skirt." her face turns as crimson as the red blindfold but with only a moment's hesitation, she beings to shed the outer garments. Clad in only her plunging black bra and matching lacey thong, she faces Him.

"Very good, little one. you are beautiful. Now, kneel." 

Mickey10

Mickey10

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Yeah I like the mystery and the surround beautifully written

pomonagirl

pomonagirl

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Wow...thank you so much to everyone that gave this a read, or left a "love" or comment! i appreciate it sooo much! can't wait to post part 2 for you all. :)

 

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