5 comments/ 185025 views/ 55 favorites The Pet Teacher By: Couture Jenny looked up on the bulletin board and found her student id. She pulled her hair out of her eyes and looked closer. Next to it were five asterisks. *****. What did that mean? Everyone else had scores. Some high. Some low. But no one else had asterisks. She felt a stab of fear through her insides. She prayed it wasn't what she thought. She didn't get much sleep that night and then she showed up the next day for Dr. Stone's class. She stayed in her seat after class, waiting for the other students to leave so she could talk privately. "Jenny, there is something important I need to discuss with you in my office," Dr. Stone said taking the initiative. "Please follow me." Jenny followed silently. This was bad. Very bad. Dr. Stone closed her door behind them. "Have a seat Jenny," she said. Jenny sat down in front of the desk while Dr. Stone sat down behind it. Dr. Stone fixed her student with her steely gray eyes from behind a pair of spectacles. She was an imposing woman, with gray streaked hair pulled back in a bun. Her mouth was stern and her lips painted deep red. "Do you know what this is about?" Dr. Stone asked. Jenny clasped her hands together to prevent them from shaking. Then she took an errant strand of curly sandy blonde hair and slipped it back behind her ear. She didn't want to divulge too much, so she hedged her bets. "Something about my test?" That much was surely a given. "Jenny," Dr. Stone said. "I'm giving you a chance to make things easier on yourself. To handle this like an adult. Now why don't you tell me why you are here." Jenny considered the offer. Then considered the consequences and quickly made up her mind, decided not to lie - but telling the truth was out of the question. "I don't know," she said, her voice trembling, her blue eyes wide with uncertainty. "Tsk, tsk, tsk," Dr. Stone shook her head. Then she flipped her monitor around so Jenny could see it and tapped a key on her keyboard. "It would have been much easier if you had handled this as an adult." Jenny watched the black and white video with growing despair. It was of Dr. Stone's classroom. The students were all concentrating on the papers on their desk. All save one. Jenny watched herself glance around furtively, then bring a small piece of paper from her pocket and hide it in her hand. Glancing to and fro, she glanced in her palm then jotted down on her test. "Jenny," Dr. Stone said. "You are aware of this university's zero tolerance policy in regards to cheating, are you not?" "Yes ma'am." Jenny's voice squeaked as she fought the urge to cry. "And what is the penalty?" She wanted to say, I don't know. But felt she would get in an even worse fix by doing so. "Expulsion." Jenny sniveled, losing the battle against the tears that welled in her eyes and streamed down her pretty cheeks. "And you know dear," Dr. Stone said. "That this would be on your permanent record. I can't think of a major university that would want to hire someone of such dubious character. But it isn't the end of the world, maybe you can find a community college of sorts." "I'm sorry ma'am." Jenny wiped her eyes and nose with the back of her hand. This was horrible. How could she tell her parents? What would this do to her plans? Her life's plans were falling in shambles from this one mistake. "It's a shame that you have to pay such a high price for your first offense," Dr. Stone said. "Really, your behavior should have been corrected well before college, but society has seen fit to send me students who are supposed to be adults...yet are merely spoiled children." Seeing an opening, Jenny interrupted. "I promise I won't do it again. Can you please give me a chance?" "My dear," Dr. Stone said. "I don't really have the time or the inclination to see that you learn an appropriate sense of consequences and 18 years worth of growing up into one short semester. No matter how much you may need it." "Please," Jenny begged. She could not bear the thought of getting expelled from college. "Are you asking me to handle the consequences myself? To bypass the university regulations?" "Yes." Oh please. Jenny kept a firm grip on her tightly clasped fingers. Dare she hope? It was enough to stop the flow of tears. "Are you positive my dear?" Dr. Stone asked. "If you can't take on the adult consequences, the only recourse left are those suitable for someone much younger." "Please," Jenny pleaded. "I'll take them. I'll take whatever consequences you see fit." "The problem my dear," Dr. Stone said. "Is they took corporal punishment from the schools. The good sisters made sure I learned not to cheat long ago. Are you willing to learn the same lesson I learned?" "Yes." Jenny said. Maybe she wouldn't be expelled after all. That as all she heard. The other words fell on deaf ears. "I'm talking about a spanking," Dr. Stone said. "Are you willing to take the consequences of your actions." A spanking? She could barely remember the last time she was spanked. But if that was what it took, she'd do it gladly. "Yes, ma'am," she said. A spanking was better than expulsion. Was better by far than the disappoint she would face with her parents. "Very well," Dr. Stone said. "Take off your shorts and underwear." "Ma'am?" Jenny asked. Did she hear right? "Never mind," Dr. Stone said. "I can see that you are a hopeless cause. I'll turn this over to Dean. Please see yourself out Jenny. Perhaps I'll see you outside the university some time. Maybe as my waitress or clerk." "Wait," Jenny said. It was clear that Dr. Stone wasn't one to back down. The thought of waiting tables when she was 30 made up her mind. She had to have faith and follow orders or she would be expelled. She slowly stood up, kicked off her shoes, then wriggled out of her shorts. She stood there in her T-shirt and a pair of tight boy cut panties. She suddenly felt quite embarrassed and hesitated at the remainder. "It's too late dear. You had your chance," Dr. Stone said, not looking up from her paperwork. "Now go see the Dean." There was no hope for it. She took hold of her panties and they soon lay in a puddle at her feet. "Please," the young coed begged. "Are you still here dear?" Dr. Stone said now taking notice of the attractive coed naked from the waist down, but betraying no emotion. "I thought I told you to see the Dean." It was so hard to say it. It was hard to make her mouth form the words. Even harder now that she was naked for all practical purposes."Please Dr. Stone ....please spank me," Jenny said. "Why?" Dr. Stone pushed her glasses up from the tip of her nose and appraised the young woman trembling before her. Naked from the waist below. She had narrow hips and a flat stomach. A nice tight triangle. It was a good start. "I deserve it." "Yes my dear," Dr. Stone said, opening a desk drawer. "You certainly do. I guess I can give you another chance. Now climb up on my desk. I want you on all fours." I can't believe I am doing this, Jenny thought as she mounted the desk. When she had last been spanked as a child she had worn pants. But like this, nearly naked, on a desk, she felt - exposed and vulnerable in way she had never before. Then watching Dr. Stone remove a wicked looking paddle from her drawer and walk behind her, trailing the paddle on her exposed flesh....touching her bottom with it. If she didn't know better, it was almost sexual. "My dear," Dr. Stone said. "When you were younger, did your teacher ever make you write lines?" "Ma'am?" Jenny said, all she could seem to think of was the anticipation of the spanking. Wondering how much it would hurt on her bare bottom. "Lines," Dr. Stone replied. "On a paper. I will not talk in class 100 times? Something like that?" "Yes," Jenny said, wishing there were a way to hide her nether parts from Dr. Stone. The professor was behind her, with a good view of everything Jenny wished to keep private. Was she still planning to spank her or talk about writing lines. "You will find a pen and paper in front of you," Dr. Stone said. "I want you to write some lines for me. You shall write I will not be a stupid slut and cheat on my test. Please spank me Dr. Stone. 100 times should be sufficient." "Yes ma'am." Jenny took the pen and paper and began to write. She had written lines many times before. For talking. For passing notes. But not for cheating. And she never had written that she was a stupid slut, but she could she the Dr. Stone was angry with her and that must by the why of it. "I want you to say it as you write it my dear," Dr. Stone said. "Repeat each word." "I will not be a stupid," Stupid. The word hurt when she said it. Hurt in a way that was so different from when she had written it. And it hurt even more when Dr. Stone leveled the paddle and spanked the delicate alabaster skin of her bottom. "Ooof," Jenny gasped. Her bottom stung. God how she wanted to rub the sting away, yet her hands were occupied by pen and paper. "These new carbon fiber paddles are whisper quiet...and so light," Dr. Stone said. "Keep going dear." "Slut - ahhhh." She gasped after being stung by another blow. "And cheat - oooff" Dr. Stone smiled. Now was the point where the stings would be accompanied by an aching hurt as the brain processed the signals the body was sending. "on my test. Please spank - owwww- me Dr. Stone." "Again," Dr. Stone said. The humiliation and embarrassment of being displayed as she was on the desk began to fade as the stinging pain of her bottom began to blossom. By the third line, Jenny had come to learn a pattern. Every time she said stupid, slut, cheat, or spank, Dr. Stone leveled a heavy handed spank to her bottom. At first she thought it had given her an advantage by knowing when the licks would come. Instead, she began to dread those words in particular. For instance, stupid and slut were side by side. Each time she got to that point in her lines, she had to endure two spanks one right after another. Of course she tried to delay them. To pause. Stupid. Slut. If she had only been required to read the line she wrote, she would have said it quickly - emphasizing other words instead. However, now that she was being spanked when she said them...she was pausing and emphasizing them herself. Those words meant something more than just a bunch of lines. Those words described her - what Mrs. Jones thought of her for cheating. What kind of girl needed to cheat. What kind of girl got caught. A stupid one. Then there was long time before she said cheat. A break. She loved the break - looked forward to it. But as she got to the word cheat, she began to dread again. Dread that after that word, the blows went fast again. She did a quick mental calculation. 100 lines. 4 spanks per line. That was 400 blows. Dear Lord! She had only receive 40 and was about to give up. It was taking all of her concentration to keep writing. Dr. Stone smiled as she enjoyed the sight before her. Another pretty college girl had taken her place on her desk. Her modesty had long since been forgotten. She wriggled her pretty ass. An ass that had grown both red and welted from the blows. She arched her back in anticipation of every blow. Displaying her pretty pussy and arse with every flex. And the way she said those words. Stu-pid. And the way she bit her lip, and then hesitated mid- s on the slut. Oh, it wouldn't be long now. "I will not be a..." Jenny paused. "Come on dear," Dr. Stone said. "We haven't got all day." Poor Jenny. She was in an impossible position. She had to hold the paper with one hand and the pen with the other, as such, there was no way for her to move her hands back to avoid the blows as she had when she had been spanked as a child. Worse, being on the desk on all fours meant she couldn't hunch or squirm out of the way. She was trapped and totally helpless. She was completely and utterly at Dr. Stone's mercy. And now the pain had reached her threshold. Tears leaked from her eyes and dropped down to the paper she was writing lines on...forming blue puddles as the ink dissolved. "Please...." Jenny begged, red-faced and chin trembling. "Please Dr. Stone...I don't think...I don't think I can..." "What in the world?" Mrs Stone said. "Is the little baby crying? My God, you are, aren't you?" Jenny wished she weren't. Wished she could stop, but Dr. Stone's remark only served to make the tears fall all the more. She sniffed her nose and wiped her tears on the back of her arm. "Yes..." she whined. "I have a feeling this is going to be a long day for both of us dear," Dr. Stone said. "Do you need a break?" "Yes..." God did she ever. "All right," Dr. Stone said. "I guess we can take a break. How long do you think you will need?" "Fifteen minutes or so," Jenny said. She would like a longer break than that, but decided not to push her luck. "Okay," Dr. Stone said, pulling out her chair and sitting back down at her desk. "I've got some papers that need grading, so just tell me when you want to begin again." Thank God. Jenny went to get up, and out of the humiliating position she was in. It was worse than humiliating. Her knees and elbows ached terribly from the hard metal desk. "Oh no dear," Dr. Stone said. "It's only a break. You stay right up there until you are ready to begin again. But I will need you to move your foot over. Hurry dear, I really must see to these papers. You've delayed me long enough." Oh no! Jenny felt the pen poking into her foot, nudging it over to the right. Dr. Stone was behind her, and now as she moved her foot over, spreading her legs, she was being exposed even more than ever. She pictured the old woman ogling her. Leering. Licking her lips. She cast a glance back, and realized the old woman wasn't even looking at her. Was merely grading papers. She hadn't even noticed her. But of course she had. Now that Jenny wasn't looking, Dr. Stone was free to examine the young coed's bottom at her leisure. The formerly alabaster skin was now a deep red/purple color and there were welts crisscrossing that delicate skin. She had a pretty cunt. Smooth skin and curly sandy blonde hair. She watched as the young girl kept her bottom tight in hopes of preventing its display. It was a battle she lost and those cheeks relaxed, displaying the cute crater between her cheeks. Oh it looked tight, so very tight. This girl was going to be such a delight. And poor Jenny, she couldn't get Dr. Stone out of her mind. She had been spanked. Put on a desk and displayed. God, in such a humiliating manner. As if she were preparing to be taken from behind. The woman had shown no real interest in her...and yet ... and yet she couldn't help but feel...hot...tingly. And that thought brought an even greater horror....she was getting turned on and with Dr. Stone there behind her...how long would it be before she noticed. Dr. Stone licked her lips as she watched the young coed's sex begin to plump and color. Watched as those lips began to grow wet. She gave a sniff and captured the hint of musk. Most of the college girls took several times on the desk to begin to enjoy it. The new one was a natural. That sniff was enough to make up Jenny's mind. "I'm ready now," she said though she was far from ready. "Are you sure dear?" Dr. Stone said. "By my watch it's only been six minutes." "I'm sure ma'am." Jenny said. God was she ever. She could not let Dr. Stone discover what was happening down there. How her body was betraying her. Dr. Stone stood back up and took hold of the paddle again. "Take care not to spill my papers," she said. "Start those lines again when you are ready." Jenny wished she had stopped at the end of the line. Instead she had stopped at the worse part, so she would start with blows right off. "Stupid - ooof." "Slut.... mmmpphhh" This time slut brought a new meaning. When she had first started, it was just an ugly word for the type of girl who cheats on a test. But now? Now it meant something else entirely. What sort of girl would get hot....hot and tingly from being put on a desk and spanked? A slut. A stupid slut. "Remember the papers dear." Dr. warned. Jenny slid her foot back, spreading her lean thighs so as not to disturb the papers Dr. Stone left between her calves. The pain had been awakened again, like she had never had a break. There was a difference though. As Jenny read her lines, Dr. Stone began to vary the blows...not only giving blows that gave pain...but blows that could give pleasure. It was an easy enough matter. If Jenny pulled away or sought to evade the blow, she would give it extra hard. If not, she would give it soft and let it linger. Touching the flesh and caressing it with the flat of the paddle. Poor Jenny, unable to rub the sting out, was forced to avail herself on the lingering paddle to ease the pain. It wasn't long before Jenny was responding. Not even realizing she was doing so. "I will not be a stupid..." she arched her back and lifted her ass into position. Meeting the paddle willingly. The paddle made contact with her bottom solidly, then it hung there, till finally Dr. Stone rubbed it soothingly on Jenny's behind. "Mmmmpff" Jenny spread her young lean thighs. Pushed back up and out. Arching her sweat drenched back. Flexing her ass. Her body working as if being taken from behind by a lover."Slut - mmmm" she gasped and took another lick. She grew warm and wet. Her ass still ached, but it was a different kind of ache. An ache that made her hot inside. Then she got to the last. Please spank mmmmpphhh.....me Dr. Stone." And at the end the older woman stroked that fine ass with the paddle. Turning her name into a purr. Oh this girl wouldn't forget that name for quite some time. If ever. Dr. Stone began to vary the blows in a different way yet again. Still giving some light blows, making the young coed work to meet them. However, now she began work in a few hard blows randomly. Blows that weren't just given, but received. "Slut-ohhh!" Jenny gasped as she met the first such hard blow. It took her a bit to recuperate. She had never taken a hard blow that she had relaxed for and went back to meet. To give herself over to the paddle, only to have it rebuff her. To put her in her place. God, how it hurt! It was amazing the difference between it and the original blows. She tried to relax for the next blow, not sure if it were soft or hard. It was soft. Thank the Lord. She relaxed again. Meeting the blows. It was two lines later when it happened again. "Stupid....oh fuck -ow-ow-ow!" Jenny groaned, bucking her narrow hips from the pain. She looked down at her letters...they were a mess. "Young lady," Dr. Stone said. "That language will not be tolerated from you. Just for that, you will add a new sentence to the remainder of your lines. "My filthy mouth will not say the word fuck. Now do it over. Start from the beginning. My filthy..." Dear Lord. No. No. Jenny had only written 50 lines. Now with this new sentence she was destined for many more spanks. Over and over again. She didn't think she would be able to stand it. "My filthy -ouch!" God that blow stung. "Mouth will not say the word .... fuck --- mmmppphhh" Jenny's hips bucked. She tried to meet the blows that came on "Stupid" but she couldn't help drawing away. Then she tried to give herself over for "Slut" but it was a mighty lick. The hopelessness began to sink in again. Tears welled and began to fall. She tried. Oh how she tried. Stupid. Slut. Cheat. Spank. Filthy. Mouth. Fuck. She was saying fuck still. Saying it willingly. Fuck. Oh Fuck. Sometimes it came out as a grunt. Sometimes a groan. A moan. A cry of passion. If she gave herself over to the blows, it didn't hurt as much. And Dr. Stone would say nice things, like, "That's my good girl. You are doing so good. I'm proud of you. Taking them like a big girl." The Pet Teacher Ch. 02 --Note: You should read part one first. * "More wine," Dr. Adams said. The fifty-ish, bespeckled woman was already filling Cindy's glass. "I really shouldn't," The young college coed said. The pretty coed stood 5'4", had a tight body, and high proud breasts. She had big blue eyes, curly dark hair, and dimples on both her cheeks and her chin. The poor girl didn't want more wine, but she had specific instructions not to tell Dr. Adams no. "I have an exam tomorrow." "That's for my class," Dr. Adams said. "You really have nothing to worry about, you know that..." "But I do worry," Cindy said. "I take my studies very seriously." By which Cindy meant that she didn't want to owe Dr. Adams any more than she already did. The more she owed the harder it was to deflect the older woman's advances. "I take you very seriously," Dr. Adams said, idly tracing a long painted fingertip along the back of her student's delicate hand. "You look beautiful tonight." "Thank you," Cindy said, her cheeks warming from the compliment as well as the wine. "Although," Dr. Adams said, "I almost regret that we aren't in class for you to give me a show." "I-I don't know what you mean...." Cindy stammered. Although she knew very well what Dr. Adams was referring to. She been instructed by Dr. Stone not to wear panties for quite some time. Worse, she had been given further orders to flirt with Dr. Adams. To give her a show. Other girls had been instructed to do the very same thing in years past, but Dr. Adams was a very near sighted, and she didn't get the benefit until the day Cindy spread her legs on the very front row. "Drink your wine dear," Dr. Adams said. "If you nurse it any more, it will turn to milk." Cindy took another sip. Then another. She was feeling more relaxed, she hoped not too relaxed. Her pink lipstick leaving an imprint of her lips on the glass. "That's better," Dr. Adams said. She moved closer and rested her hand on Cindy's knee. "I think you know very well what I mean when I mention show, don't you young lady? For instance, what would I find if I moved my hand a little further?" Cindy gulped. Her mind raced as Dr. Adams hand moved higher up her toned thigh. She knew very well what her professor would find - a very smooth and very wet sex. "I don't know what you mean Dr. Adams...at least about the show. But if your hand moves higher... I don't think it would be ... proper.." Cindy stammered. If only she were allowed to say no. But as far as Dr. Stone and Dr. Adams went, that word no longer exist in her vocabulary. "You don't think it would be proper?" Dr. Adams said with surprise. "You've been flashing your pussy at me for the last few weeks? And you pretend not to know it? You flirted with me for almost as long. All this time, you've never complained about the extra points I've given you. And now, after I treat you to wine and and expensive dinner, you don't think it would be proper." "It's just that ...I think this is moving a little too fast...." Cindy said, growing more confident as she said it. It wasn't no. It was slow down. It was entirely appropriate for this situation. "But you are attracted to me...?" Dr. Adams asked. "Aren't you?" Cindy thought for a minute before saying, "I think so." But in truth, she was infatuated with another professor, Dr. Stone. She had already fallen in love with her. However, she couldn't tell Dr. Adams this news for fear of retribution, so she played it as safe as she could. "I'm attracted to you too," Dr. Adams said, as she captured her student's chin, turned her head to face her, and then kissed her on the lips. Cindy felt as if her mouth were being explored and taken hostage by the older woman. Between kisses, she managed to stammer, "I-I don't think we should be doing this." Dr. Adams kissed her more powerfully. Her tongue long and insistent. Cindy gasped, surrendering to the kiss. She was finding it harder and harder to find excuses to stop. She shouldn't have any problem resisting...she had orgasmed several times this very afternoon. Dr. Stone had made her get on top of her desk and bring herself off on a dildo secured to the table. This was all Dr. Stone's doing...making her flirt with Dr. Adams, giving her explicit instructions not to engage in sex, yet not being able to say no to anything. It was an impossible predicament. "Please," Cindy begged. "You're my professor. No matter how much we want to, we can't...ah- there are rules against this sort of thing." "Fuck the rules," Dr. Adams said. "I want you." "You could lose your job...and aren't ....aren't you married?" Cindy was grasping at straws now. She was relieved when Dr. Adams finally cooled down just a bit. "Are you teasing me girl? Trying to make a fool of me?" Dr. Adams said. "Is that what all this is about? If it is girl...I will have you tossed out on your ass so fast it will make your head spin." Cindy felt an icy dagger of fear. She was between a rock and a hard place. But Dr. Stone already had enough evidence to do just that. Hard evidence. Worse, now she had to do what was necessary to keep both women from getting her kicked out of college. "I'm not trying to make a fool of you," Cindy said. "I just don't want to cause you problems....I've also never done anything like this before. I mean ...with a woman. I want to, but at the same time, it's terrifying." "I've never been with another woman either," Dr. Adams said. "I find the thought thrilling and terrifying just like you." Cindy finally felt in control of the conversation. Now, she had an epiphany that could end this once and for all...best of all, she would have followed the rules and not said no one single time. "And I signed a pledge not to have sex until I was married." Dr. Adams eyes narrowed in suspicion. "What kind of girl signs a pledge like that then turns around and flashes her pussy at her professor?" "I-I " Cindy stammered. Shit, she had gone too far. She was fucked. But then she thought of another lie. "I-I wasn't flashing. My doctor told me not to wear panties for awhile." Best of all, this was true. Dr. Stone had forbidden her to wear panties. "Your doctor?" Dr. Adams said. "You don't have some sort of venereal disease do you girl?" "No..." Cindy faltered. "I just...had a rash...from the heat...and sweat...." "You're a hot little bitch aren't you?" Dr. Adams leered. "Sweat...sweat or wet? Which is it hmmmm?" Cindy felt shamed by the suggestion. Worse, she couldn't even say no. "And you aren't wearing any now, are you?" Dr. Adams asked. "I'm...I'm bare...ma'am" Cindy could feel her cheeks flush and grow hot from the shameful admission. "Show me." Dr. Adams said. "Come on girl, give me a little show." "I don't think that is appropriate..." Cindy said in a whisper. "You've already shown me..." Dr. Adams said. "In class. What kind of girl shows herself off in a class full of students, and then gets shy when it's just the two of us?" "But I didn't know you were looking...." "It wouldn't technically be fraternization if you showed me," Dr. Adams said. "It wouldn't very well break your pledge either, would it? Besides, I've already seen. Oh you know I've seen. Only now we are in private." Cindy could see no way around her professor's logic. "No." Cindy admitted. "But promise me you won't try to make me do more than that. I-I made a promise. At least until after this semester." "Okay. I promise. Now raise that cute little skirt of yours," Dr. Adams said. "Let me see what is underneath. Up close this time." "Yes ma'am." Cindy whispered. Standing up, she turned on her toe, fingers playing with the hem of her flirtatious skirt. Her cheeks colored as she stood slightly pigeon-toed in her heels. "I guess that would be okay." "Show me...." Dr. Adams said her voice husky and breathy. She had already spread her legs. Cindy could see the older woman's red lacy panties between her thick thighs. Cindy wriggled her hips, raising the hem up with every cut little shimmy, until it just covered her sex. It was a very sexy and teasing way to raise her skirt, and only a months ago, she would have never done it that way, but now after Dr. Stone's training, it came naturally. "Are you sure?" Cindy asked. "It isn't much to look at. Especially since the Dr. made me start shaving." "God how you turn me on..." Dr. Adams moaned, as she put her hand into her panties and began to rub. "Show me that sweet pussy of yours." Cindy raised her skirt the rest of the way, displaying slim thighs, and a smooth shaved sex. "Your doctor told you to shave it?" Dr. Adams asked. "What on earth for?" "Yes ma'am," Cindy stammered. "To control moisture." "Are you moist now?" Dr. Adams said. "Dear Lord, I know I am." Cindy nodded her head and blushed a bright red. Unable to lie about it. The evidence was visible. She could feel it cooling between her thighs as it evaporated. "Show me the rest." Dr. Adams said. Cindy lowered her skirt, her fingers held nervously at the hem. "Do you mean my ass?" she asked. "Or my breasts?" "Let's start with your ass." Dr. Adams said. "Turn around." Cindy turned on her toe. Fingers tugging gently at the hem of her skirt. "Promise you won't laugh..." Cindy squeaked. "I know it's a bit on the small side." "I can promise you there's no way I will laugh," Dr. Adams said, "You are sexier than you can possibly imagine. Dr. Stone's training of her young pet was paying dividends. Cindy's insecurity only served to make Dr. Adams want her all the more...evoking a protective instinct in the older woman. Standing slightly pigeon-toed, and one heel slightly bent and off the floor a few inches, she was quite a picture. The epitamy of a sexually innocent college girl. Giving a slight little shimmy, she arched her back and raised the hem of her short skirt, displaying a very sexy ass. Some would say it was on the small side, others would describe it as tight. Dr. Adams was definitely of the latter opinion. Dr. Adams was openly rubbing her sex now. Masturbating herself. God, this girl was sexy. Her hips slim. Her ass, petite and tight - just the way she liked them. Voice husky, Dr. Adams said, "Show me your breasts." "They are....they are not much to look at," Cindy said, feeling her face flush as she admitted this. "I would much rather see yours." Dr. Adams fingers quickly hurried through her buttons, exposing a red lacy bra. "Would you like to see my breasts Cindy?" she asked. "Oh yes ma'am." Dr. Adams pulled her straps down off of her shoulders. Giving the young college coed a bit of a show, she teased her, letting her pink nipple come into view. Then the other. Finally she moved the cups down, allowing her full milky white breasts to sit on top of the cups. "Your breasts are so sexy," Cindy said. "I wish mine were as full as yours." "Now let me see yours," Dr. Adams said. "I'm embarrassed now," Cindy said, her hands lifting her breasts underneath her thin shirt, her nipples standing out like small erasers. She felt her absence of a bra keenly. "Are you certain?" "Absolutely." Dr. Adams said. Cindy didn't have a bra to tease with. But she managed well enough, raising her tight shirt, and then allowing the bottom of it to rest atop her hard nipples. "You have nothing to be shy of," Dr. Adams said. "They are lovely." "You are going to make me blush," Cindy said and she did. Her cheeks blossoming with a warm glow. "I would like to make you do much more than that," Dr. Adams said. "I want to make love to you." "But that would be against the rules..." Cindy said. "Fuck the rules." Dr. Adams said. "I want you. I want to fuck you and that hot little body." "But you promised," Cindy pouted. "I'm sorry," Dr. Adams said. "But you've got me in to bad a state. I - I need you." "Couldn't you...couldn't you," Cindy nodded her head down to Dr. Adams crotch. "Take care of it on your own for now?" "Would you do it with me?" Dr. Adams said. "You said we wouldn't." Cindy said. This was definitely against the rules. Dr. Stone had made that explicitly clear. "No," Dr. Adams said. "I mean, I could give myself relief and you could relieve yourself too. We could ... watch each other." "But my promise," Cindy said. Her promise to Dr. Stone was a much bigger promise than her lie about celibacy. She wasn't allowed to orgasm without the older woman's permission. But then she thought of a loophole. She could still honor the promise, and satisfy Dr. Adams as well. "Actually I can.." "I knew you were thinking the same thing I was," Dr. Adams said. "Pull the chair up and sit down in it so I can watch you." Cindy fetched the chair and rolled it around until it was facing her professor. "Take off your clothes." Dr. Adams said. "I want to see you naked." "Yes ma'am." Cindy said. "Call me Tracy," Dr. Adams said. "Yes ma'am." Cindy replied, stripping out of her clothes. She sat down in the chair, one leg crossed over the other and her arm draped over her breasts. She couldn't believe how horny she felt. Dr. Stone had put her up to this, and at first Cindy thought she wouldn't have any problem flirting a bit with her sociology professor. The woman was stocky and not at all as sexy as Dr. Stone. Yet, her she was...desperately trying to obey orders yet remaining true to her promises as well. Not being able to say no, narrowed her options, but she felt a bit more secure now that she found something Dr. Adams wanted. However, the fact that this was the very thing she couldn't give her made it somewhat problematic. Still, she tried. "Let me see you," Dr. Adams said. "Show me your body. Touch yourself." "Will you promise," Cindy pleaded. "Promise that you'll wait until the end of the semester." "I can't promise that," Dr. Adams said. She was well aware that this relationship was against the rules, but she couldn't stop herself. "It would kill me to see you every day and not be able to kiss you again." Cindy thought about Dr. Stone. She was in love with the woman, and yet she imposed these rules that made life so very difficult for Cindy. The main problem was that Dr. Stone liked it when other women wanted Cindy. She said it made her proud when they wanted something that belonged only to her. She said Cindy should be proud that Dr. Stone wanted to show her off, like a pretty bauble for others to ooh and ahh over. "I guess it wouldn't hurt for us to kiss," Cindy said. She had kissed other women before while Dr. Stone looked on. The only difference now was that Dr. Stone wasn't here to see it. "And to touch you,' Dr. Adams said. "I must. It's a compulsion..." Cindy knew all about compulsions. Like her feelings for Dr. Stone. Her professor had caught her cheating. Had made her do things. Dirty things. Things that weren't natural or proper. Yet, Cindy could still feel herself falling for her. And now it seemed that Dr. Adams had a compulsion too. "But you have to wait until after the end of the semester before you can go all the way." Cindy said. Luckily, this was her last semester. Dr. Stone had helped her apply for some jobs at different companies. Some were nearby, but others were much further away. She would be far enough away to dodge Dr. Adams's advances, she only hoped that she could still carry on her relationship with Dr. Stone. "Fine, I promise," Dr. Adams said. "Now let me see you. Let me see you touch yourself." Cindy shifted her hips forward, and setting her ankles on her armrests. "Is this okay ma'am?" "It's perfect." With her nubile student facing her, naked in the chair, legs over the armrests, her cunt spread and wet, Dr. Adams let go the fact the girl was still calling her ma'am. It made her feel old, yet at the same time, it gave her a rush of power to hear it coming from this naked coed. She quickly slid her panties down to her ankles. She still had a few nagging doubts. Was this girl for real, or was she playing her. Just to be certain she asked one last thing, "You start." "You want me to play with my pussy?" Cindy asked. With one hand she spread the lips of her sex, and with the other she began to tease herself. "It's embarrassing to have you watching me. I'm all naked down there. You at least have hair...I have ...nothing...." God, how this girl turned her on. It was an impossibility how this slim girl brought such feelings out that Dr. Adams never knew she had. For one, she had a husband, and here she was, lusting after this skinny young girl who was younger than her oldest. She could as well be her daughter. And yet, and yet, here she was, rubbing her pussy. Mutually masturbating with her student. "There's no reason to be embarrassed. You have a pretty pussy. I like that you are bare. I can see every detail." Dr. Adams said. "You turn me on. You are so sexy." But Cindy had good reason to be embarrassed. Dr. Stone had been training the poor girl for almost two months. In that short time her libido had changed - become more powerful. Harder to manage. At one time, she would have been able to politely stroke herself to orgasm, but now something had changed. Now, as she began to rub her clit in small circles she could feel her body go all tingly. It was all she could do to keep her libido in check. She knew that anyone watching her would think she was some sort of loose slut, but the thought just enraged her passions all the more. "Emmmm---ohhh fuck I am so hot Dr. Adams," Cindy moaned as her fingers continued to dance over her pussy. The language was so uncharacteristic from what Dr. Adams had begun to expect from this mild spoken young student, she was momentarily taken aback. Yet still she rubbed. It actually turned her on. It was as if the girl had no control over her lustful urges once she succumbed to them. God, it would be agony waiting until the end of the semester, but when she finally got this hot young coed, what a ride she was going to be in for. Cindy flexed her legs out until they rose at right angles, her bare pussy pushed out hot and hungry. She plowed her middle finger in and out her hot cunt. This wasn't the girl Dr. Adams had expected. She had expected the young coed to sit quietly and made little rushed circles over her clit like any inexperience girl of her age. This girl might be shy, but it was obvious she had masturbated before. Dr. Adams could hear the slish-slish of her wet thrusting. "Ahhhh-ohhhhh-I feel so dirty," Cindy moaned. "I can't believe I'm masturbating in front of you like this. I feel like ...mmmm...such a slut. Ohhhhh-a horny little slut. But I'm trying....oh-I'm trying to be a good girl." Dr. Adams fingers pressed on. God, this girl was hot. She reminded her of a porn actress. A horny little slut. Dear Lord, how she wanted to give it to this girl. To be the one to give it to her. Oh she would love it once she finally succeeded Yet she had promised, well she wouldn't break her promise, but she was going to make it very difficult for Cindy. She would tease her at every opportunity to see if Cindy would falter, would give it to her early. Poor Cindy, though she moaned like a slut in heat, and her body bucked and flexed as she pleasured herself, what she was experiencing was more like torture than pleasure. For though she plunged her finger into her hot wet sex, though she rubbed her little nubbin, and slid her finger up and down her hot slit, she was forbidden to cum without Dr. Stone's permission. She remembered her first session with Dr. Stone. How the devilish woman had secured a dildo her desk and ordered Cindy to pleasure herself on it. It had been in a poor location that prevented Cindy from getting down on her hands and knees or from going at it from the top. Instead, she had been forced to bend deep at her knees and arch her back. With great difficulty she could touch the floor with her finger tips. It had taken nearly forty five minutes for her to bring herself off. In doing so she had given herself all the way over to her pleasure. Had held nothing back. At first she had been concerned of how stupid, how much of a slut she looked like. But in the end, all she could think of were the great waves of orgasms that shook her body. After that it became much easier to give herself over to pleasure. These days it took but minutes for her body to find orgasm. To thrust and fuck herself to oblivion. The Pet Teacher Ch. 02 Her problem now was that she wasn't allowed to cum without Dr. Stone's permission. Yet to please Dr. Adams' she had to masturbate herself. Her poor body yearned to give itself over to pleasure. It flexed. It sweated. It moaned and panted. Only by the barest threads of self-control was she able to resist her tawdry and perverse desires. Dr. Adams eyes were fixated on her young student. The dark haired girl squirming in the seat across from her was a nympho for sure. The older woman, breathing heavily, kept a steady pace, circling her throbbing clit. It wouldn't be long now. However, she was more than a little jealous of this young college girl. The way the young coed trembled. The way she pursed her full lips. The way her eyes rolled up into her head. How her dark hair kept finding its way into her mouth, and she would reach up and tuck those erstwhile locks back behind her ear. The way the girl would lick the moisture from her finger before plunging it into her shaven sex. Oh dear Lord, the way the girl would brace her feet on the arm rests the seat, offering her sexy quim to her professor. Then when she would get carried away and flex those lean legs, her ass coming off the seat, all while moaning, "...eewwwweeeee!" If that wasn't enough to set fire to Dr. Adams's loins, the girl was saying the kinkiest things. "Fuck..fuck...oh how I need it," Cindy panted. "Ahhhh-my hot little pussy. Naughty cunt. Mmmmmmm...fuck..." God, what was it about this girl? Images and fantasies flew through Dr. Adams mind. Kinky perverted fantasies that almost scared her as much as they turned her on. She wanted to bend this girl over. Wanted to spank her. Not just lick her and make love to her...but to fuck her. To own her tight little ass. Those dark perverted fantasies flashed through her mind. Set her body on fire. "Oh God-oh God," the professor's body tensed. Hot lava poured through her loins. "ahhhhh-yesssss!" she cried out as her body bucked, then bucked again and again, until finally it lay still. Cindy's feet came down off the arm rests. Finally. She didn't think Dr. Adams would ever come. Poor Cindy had back off of orgasms so many times she had lost count. Squeezing her thighs together, she trembled with need. She thought of calling Dr. Stone once she left. God how she needed her. It scared her though. She knew she had done enough tonight to be punished. Put up on the desk and forced to write lines while being paddled. It would be painful, but exquisite. She couldnt' wait. "When can I see you again?" Dr. Adams asked her student while she dressed. "I'll be in class on Thursday," Cindy said. "I mean after class." "Thursday night?" Cindy suggested. "Perhaps you could help me study?" "I'll be glad to help you ....study," Dr. Adams said, though the look in her eye suggested there'd be little studying going on. Cindy put on her shorts, shoes, and a small T-shirt. One advantage of wearing so little, was that it didn't take long to dress. "Give me a kiss before you leave," Dr. Adams said. Cindy met her professor at the door. She moved into the woman's arms with trepidation. She had not wanted to agree to this, yet she had agreed in order to keep from enduring far worse. Their lips moved close. They teased each other for a few seconds before settling in for the kiss. And what a kiss it was. Dr. Adams tongue took possession of her student's sensual mouth. Her teeth nipped her lower lip, pulling at it. Her hands roamed the young coed, mauling her tight ass, feeling her hard nipples, then moved down to the bottom of her short skirt and up her thigh. Touching wetness, thinking of it as an invitation, her hand moved even higher. Going for her hot sex. "Dr. Adams," Cindy said dancing away and scolding. "You promised." It took everything she had not to fall into that warm embrace. God she was hot. Oh, how she needed it. "I'm sorry dear, I couldn't help myself," Dr. Adams said smiling. "Can you forgive me?" "Yes," Cindy said after a moment's pause. "A kiss to make it up to you?" Dr. Adams said innocently. Trapped into yet another kiss, Cindy let the woman kiss her again. This kiss took her breath. And her professor's hands once again roamed her young body. This time going right for her nipple and her ass. Fingers tweaking a hard nipple and other fingers pushing her short skirt into the crack of her bottom. Probing even further between the cheeks of the coed's shapely ass. Trying to worm their way into her tight hole. "Mmph..no..." Cindy gasped. Her struggles only causing the finger in her ass to worm ever further. Freeing herself from Dr. Adam's grasp took all the skill she possessed. Cindy had hoped extracting a promise from her professor would have kept the woman at bay for longer than this. It was going to be a long semester. She finally made it out the door and as soon as she was out of sight, she took out her cell phone and called Dr. Stone. "Dr. Stone, it's Cindy," she said. "Can I - can I come over?" "Have you been a naughty slut?" Dr. Stone said slyly. "Yes ma'am. I'm so sorry Dr. Stone. She was very determined. It was all I could do to keep her off of me." Cindy said. "I tried to obey your every order, but she threatened to have me expelled. I obeyed your orders, truly I did, but I may have bent them a bit." "Did you make love to her? Did she make love to you? Did she touch you? Did she kiss you? " Dr. Stone had many questions and her pet answered them all truthfully. "You've gotten yourself into quite a fix," Dr. Stone said. "You will have your work cut out for you this semester." "I know Dr. Stone. Jesus, my pussy is so hot. She climaxed, but I had to pretend. God, for so long. And now...I can't think of anything but ...sex. And you." Cindy moaned in a plaintive voice. "Can I ... Can I come over...now?" "Yes. I want to hear all about your date with your little girlfriend. And then I think some time on the desk should cool you down." "Yes ma'am. I'll be right over." Cindy said. She knew she would be spanked. But she also knew that Dr. Stone would give it to her. Give it to her like she needed it. Like she deserved. The Pet Teacher And Jenny did try to be a big girl. But the other blows. The hard ones that came randomly. Oh God. The blows that made Jenny beg. Made her whine those words in hopes of sympathy. Till finally she broke down in sobs. "Please...Dr. Stone," Jenny begged. "I can't. I can't." "Dear, you're only a little over half done," Dr. Stone said. Her hands roamed over hot young flesh. Soothing her. Caressing her. Owning her. Jenny didn't pull away. Gave herself over. "I know Dr. Stone," Jenny sobbed. Just minutes ago, the young girl would have been never endured letting the old woman touch her in such a manner. But now, that same touch was soothing and inviting. "I'm sorry...I can't. I just can't. Please don't expel me. I promise I learned my lesson. Truly I have." Even when the old woman's hand brushed against her sex she didn't draw away. "I'm afraid you still have to learn your lesson," Dr. Stone said sympathetically. "Perhaps..." "Yes?" Jenny said. "....anything." "Perhaps we can postpone the punishment," Dr. Stone said. "But still come up with a way for you to learn your lesson." "Oh please Dr. Stone," Jenny begged. "I'll do anything." "Let's see if you still think so tomorrow," Dr. Stone said as she deposited her paddle in the drawer. "See me here first thing at 7:50. And bring all your text books." "Yes ma'am." Jenny said as she forced stiff limbs down from the desk. She wouldn't be late. +++++++++++++++++++++ And she wasn't. She knocked on Dr. Stone's door, carrying a book bag full of text books. "Come in" Dr. Stone said. "Shut and lock the door behind you." "Yes ma'am" Jenny locked the door and sat down. "Let's see those books," Dr. said, looking through the young coed's book pack. "You are enrolled in a few hard subjects. Maybe that is the problem. Maybe they are too difficult for you?" "No ma'am." Jenny said. "It's just that ... I have problem with a few subjects..." "Do you have any tests today?" "A quiz ma'am." "Planning to cheat again?" It was clear from Dr. Stone's condescending stare from atop the glasses held on the tip of her nose that she thought the girl was up to cheating. "Oh no ma'am." Jenny said. "Never. I've learned - I've learned my lesson." It still hurt to sit. She would never cheat again. Ever. "But how would I know?" Dr. Stone said. "Perhaps you didn't fully learn your lesson yesterday?" "I did ma'am." Jenny said hopping from one foot to the other as memories of being paddle poured through her brain. "I promise." Mrs. Jones kept looking though the book sack. Found something interesting. "What is this?" Jenny winced. It was a copy of a history exam from the year before. But such things were available to everyone. All you had to do was ask someone who took the class the semester before. Everyone did it. "It's a test ma'am," Jenny said. "My friend took the course last....anyway...I had that test last week." "I think the only way I'm going to be able to trust you is to put you on a mighty short leash." Dr. Stone said. "You will start by doing your coursework and studying here in my office. You will stop by my office to get your books and paperwork every morning. You can work on them during office hours. If you need additional time, we'll see what we can do." "Yes ma'am." Jenny said. She didn't like it, but there was nothing she could do about it. It was horrible being treated like a lying cheat. But in a way, she had earned it. The alternative was much worse. Telling her parents. Finding a career suitable for a college dropout. "But that still leaves you open to cheat," Dr. Stone said. "You've already proven that you are willing to hide little bits of paper on your person." "So let's take care of that last avenue for cheating," Dr. Stone said. "Let's get those clothes off young lady." "Ma'am?" Jenny asked. What in the world did the old woman have in mind? Dear Lord, please not another spanking. "I think you need some more time on the desk for impertinence." Dr. Stone said. "No ma'am." Not that. Not again. Jenny quickly took off her clothes and folded them in the seat. She felt better about it as Dr. Stone pulled some garments out of a bag and put on her desk. Jenny assumed she would be allowed to change into them. "I picked some new clothes up for you dear," Dr. Stone said. "They have no pockets. You could say they are nearly cheat proof." Jenny examined the thin stretchy shorts. They were ugly blue with a thin red strip around the legs and seams. They had an elastic band. There were no pockets. Jenny reached for her panties. "Oh no dear," Dr. Stone said. "That won't do at all. You could put some crib notes in there." Dear Lord! She would have to go commando! Jenny reluctantly stepped into the small shorts and pulled them up. This was bad. They showed a large expanse of her long slim thighs. They covered her bottom, but just barely. And the thin velour fabric hugged her curves. Hugged her in a way that would not only prevent cheating, but would display her every curve and swell for all to see. Jenny quickly discovered something else about the shorts, somehow the fabric would work itself into the most intimate of places. She pulled them out of her crotch and picked up the next item. A blue T-shirt. It was small. Stretchy. She reached for her bra and looked to Dr. Stone. Her pretty blues widening as the older woman shook her head and then she tisked. "No dear....I know all about that hiding place too." Oh God. Oh God. Jenny thought as she slipped on the tight form fitting sleeveless shirt with spaghetti straps. Without her padded push up bra, her chest looked small. Tiny. It was a big difference between an A cup and the C the bra helped her to achieve. Huge. People would surely notice the difference. The thought of the embarrassment and humiliation made her nipples hard, made them poke at the tight form fitting fabric like pencil erasers. She tried to shake the thoughts off...my God, what was wrong with her. Then she put on the last item - a pair of small flip flops for her feet. Stupid slut. That's how she felt right now. The words echoed in her mind. Stupid. Slut. Filthy. Cheat. She could almost feel the paddle. Dear Lord! "Excellent," Dr. Stone said. "Now bend over the desk." Jenny bent over. Dreading what was to come. Mentally preparing herself for the blows. Waited in suspense while her professor came up behind her and lowered her tiny shorts to her feet. Tensed for the first blow. "Please, not too hard," she begged. "I'm still sore." "Relax dear," Dr. Stone said. "I'm not going to spank you again. Not today. Not unless you give me cause." Jenny heard something being set on the table. Looked back and watched as the older woman dipped her fingers in the tub. Watched in horrid fascination as they moved behind her. "Just relax dear," Dr. Stone said. "I have to check for any crib notes you might have hidden where you thought I wouldn't bother to check.." Dear Lord, she couldn't be serious. "I haven't ahhhh...." Jenny gasped at Dr. Stone's touch. Oh God! Not that. Nobody could hide notes there, could they? Was it even possible? She could feel the older woman's fingers down there, moving around. She prayed the lube she would hide her growing excitement. "Just relax my dear," Dr. Stone said, as her finger penetrated the young college student. "I've lubricated my fingers so there should be no discomfort." And search she did. Very thoroughly. Jenny felt herself grow warm down there...then very hot. Oh so tingly. It was humiliating beyond belief. Made worse by the thought that she was growing hot at this degrading strip search. Worse, the old woman was touching her in places inside herself that no one had ever touched her...not even her gynecologist. She bit her lip to suppress a moan. "I think I feel something," Dr. Stone said. "Thought you could pull one over on me, did you? Well, I'm on to all your little tricks. Now let me get that...just a bit further...." The finger was joined by another...and then another. Not just exploring her, but probing her deep. Oh so deep. Opening her. Stretching her. "mmmmmffff. oh no....I don't have....any....mummmph...thing..." Jenny moaned breathlessly. She could feel herself responding. So hot. So tingly. Getting closer. Dr. Stone placed a thumb into either side of the young coed's opening and pulled, spreading the girl's sex. Opening it. "If only I had a light I could be sure..." she muttered. "But perhaps I was mistaken. But if not, I daresay you will have a time of getting it out before you next class, that is certain." Thankfully, before Jenny could embarrass herself further, Dr. Stone withdrew her questing fingers. At last, her ordeal was over. Jenny came up off her elbows, only to have a firm hand push down on the small of her back. Keeping her bent. And and oh so very available. "One last place," Dr. Stone said, dipping her fingers in the lube again. Oh No! Not there too! "I wouldn't....do that.....ugh...oh God..." Jenny gasped, as those fingers penetrated her. Delved into her. No one had ever been there. Not in her arsehole. She felt violated. She also felt hot. It felt good. So good. She bit her lip harder to stifle a moan, but it came out nonetheless. "It's time you learned I'm no fool girl," Dr. Stone said, working a finger into the young coed's tight arsehole. "There will be no more cheating while I'm on your case. You think you have a hiding place. Well I know all the hiding places. You think you can try to use some code? I know about codes too. I'm two steps ahead of whatever scheme you have dreamed up. So just give them up. Now I want you to say it. Tell me I'm two steps ahead on any simpleton scheme you have planned. "Mmmmmfffff...." Jenny moaned, she was in no position to argue. Not with that hateful woman's fingers shoved up her arse. Pushing in and out her. Searching. Questing. "Ugh...Dr...Stone...you ....ugh...are ...two ...mmmmmphhh...steps ahead....ahg...of whatever simpleton sheme...ugh...I have planned." "Try to contain yourself young lady," Dr. Stone said. "This is not meant for your enjoyment. I have half a mind to put you on the desk and make you write some lines for me. Taking advantage of your professor. Behaving like a common slut while being searched for crib notes. And I think I will unless you apologize this instant." Jenny didn't want to be enjoying these attentions. She hated herself for it. Hated the way she was responding. Hated her body for betraying her. "I'm..oh...oh...sor....mmmmfff...sorry....." Jenny hated how she moaned. Hated how as she was penetrated on each word and every penetration drew a sexy gasp from her. Hated how she was unable to help herself. Fuck it felt good. So good. "for ...enjoy....mmm....ummm- sorry...couldn't help..."she babbled. Dr. Stone moved away from the gasping young coed. "You should be. Now get yourself together young lady," she said. "You don't want to be late for your class now do you?" Jenny pulled up her shorts. She looked down at the small hard nubs sticking out from her tight top. She tried to smooth it down praying her nipples go down. They didn't. "Take only the materials you will need until 12:00," Dr. Stone said. "And hurry off." Jenny took two text books, a pen, and her notebook, then left. It was hard to walk. She felt wobbly. And her sex...God how it ached with need and it was so hot. Hotter than ever before. And those shorts! Worming their way up to create a camel toe. She had worn many a pair of shorts during her nineteen years, but not like these shorts - these shorts - God, they *wore* her. She prayed they wouldn't soak through before she could clean up. She hurried to the restroom and wet a paper towel and went to the stall. God she was hot! Positively dripping. She cleaned herself up. But she was still so tingly. So damned turned on. She wanted to touch herself, but she didn't have time. Dear Lord, what was happening to her? Dr. Stone sat at her desk with a wicked smile plastered across her lips. She squeezed her thighs together. God how she wanted to touch herself, but she knew better. Knew what would happen if she touched herself before washing the lube from her fingers. It wasn't just any lube. If she got this lube on her privates, she would end up wet, hot, and oh so horny for the rest of the day. It was quite maddening. Jenny now sat at her desk for her history class. She tried to sit still. Tried to pay attention. She moved her hand down to her lap. God, how she wanted to touch herself. Yearned for it. So hot. So wet. If only she could quell the need that had arisen her sex and yes, even her ass. She tried to pay attention to Dr. Wilson. Tried to take notes. But instead she thought of being spanked on Dr. Stone's desk. Of being searched like a common criminal. And Dr. Stone herself...she was kind of sexy in a way Jenny had never realized. She thought of the looks that people had cast her way as she walked to class. Looks that hadn't been to her eyes and her face, but looks that had been to her crotch, her legs, and her small breasts. It had made her conscious of her body. Conscious in a way she never had before. After class, Jenny hurried on to her next class. Stopping at the restroom once again to 'freshen up' with a damp paper towel, and drying with a fresh one. She wished she had more time. Just to take the edge off. God, she was hot as a firecracker. But she only had a few minutes to get across campus. And she needed those extra minutes as the thongs on her feet slowed down her pace, and constantly pulling her shorts out of her crack slowed her down as well. Worse, she had to carry her books by hand, so it was a struggle to fool with her shorts as well as carry her books. Finally, she went back to Dr. Stone's office to get her clothes back. "How was class?" Dr. Stone asked. "Fine," Jenny lied, pulling her shorts out of her crack. "No cheating," I assume. "Oh no ma'am," Jenny said emphatically. "Good girl," Dr. Stone said. "Show me what you worked on." "Ma'am?" Jenny asked. She hadn't been prepared for this. "Show me what you did during your lessons." "I just took notes," Jenny said. "We didn't do anything." "Let me see them," Dr. Stone said. "Or would you rather to get on the desk?" "No ma'am." Jenny took out her notebook and handed it to the older woman. Maybe she wouldn't notice. There were a lot of notes in it. Dr. Stone flipped to the last page. There were just a few scribbled notes on the page. Lots of doodles littered the margins. Jenny written in block letter a few dozen ways. Then there was what Jenny feared most. "Hot. Hot. I am so hot. So fucking hot. I'm so hot I can't even think." "You are hot are you?" Dr. Stone said. "Is that what you think about in class? How hot you are? How pretty you are? You egotistical little slut." Jenny didn't think she was hot at all. She always felt like she was too skinny. Too plain. But she preferred Dr. Stone think that if she wanted to, it was better than the alternative. For her to know how turned on she was. How much of a slut she felt like at the moment. Or worse, to learn of the forbidden fantasies that were plaguing her mind. "Up on the desk girl," Dr. Stone said. "I think I can bring you down a notch or two little Miss Hot. A hard paddle on a tender ass should shrink that ego nicely." Jenny swallowed hard and moved to the desk. "Take those shorts off dear," Dr. Stone said as she took her paddle from the drawer and used it to point at Jenny's shorts. "And that shirt too. Let's see why you are so hot." Jenny reluctantly disrobed. Dr. Stone pointed the paddle at Jenny's pert breasts. "Hot dear? You call those hot?" Jenny blushed a bright crimson. "No ma'am." She had always been shy of her size. "I didn't think so," Dr. Stone said. "Now up on the desk. I think we shall have some more lines from you. I think 50 lines. I should pay attention in class because 32 As are not hot by a longshot." Jenny's cheeks burned. Burned so hot that even her ears and chest turned a bright crimson. Made her hands reach up and cover her small breasts from her professor's penetrating gaze. What a bitch! And yet. And yet - her body simmered with heat. She took the paper and pen. Please get this over with, she begged. Don't let her see. She held her thighs tightly together. She began her lines and Dr. Stoned commenced to spank the young coed. "I should pay attention - ouch...in class, because 32 A's ooffff- are not hot...mmmmmff...by a longshot...ouch." God how it hurt - especially since she hadn't recovered from her last spanking. Sniff. Sniff. "What is that smell?" Dr. Stone asked. "Open those skinny legs of yours wider dear, let me see something." Jenny held them tight. She knew what her professor would find. She felt a tight panic spread in the pit of her stomach. She clenched her eyes. Held back tears. "Please...I can't...." she pleaded. "Now." the voice brooked no argument. Jenny slowly obeyed. Parting tight thighs. Arching her flexible back as her professor bent her and prodded her into an exposing position. Dear God. Why? "I'm sorry..." she breathed. Her secret had been discovered. "Oh my," Dr. Stone said. "You weren't gloating about how pretty you are were you? A wholly different sort of hot that what I was thinking of." Jenny shook her head. She dreaded whatever new punishment Dr. Stone would deliver for her body's betrayal. "You simply meant you were turned on," Dr. Stone continued. "Randy...willing...wet...." And those hands pulled at Jenny, parting her, exposing her insatiable desires. "Does this happen to you all the time dear?" Dr. Stone asked. "No ma'am." Jenny said. Had only happened today of all days. In the worst possible situation. "Don't bother with the lines sweet heart. I'm sorry I said you were small up top. I only said so because I thought you were being full of yourself. They are really rather adorable. Cute." While she talked, Dr. Stone surrupticiously dipped her fingers in the lubricating solution and gave the young girl a new going over making her hotter and even more pliable than before. Adorable. No one wanted to be adorable. And cute. The way the woman said it. It sounded patronizing. Made Jenny's cheeks blush hot crimson. But those fingers felt so good. So hot. So damn sexy. "Off the table with you girl," Dr. Stone said. "I think I know your problem." Dr. Stone helped Jenny down from the table. Helped her into her office chair, while Dr. Stone sat back against the table. "Let me tell you a story. Back when I was a grad student," Dr. Stone continued. "There was this boy who was my lab partner in a class. He was a cutie. Not handsome mind you....merely cute. But I was already seeing someone. But he kept giving me moon eyes. It was bothersome. So I tried to get him to leave off. But he wouldn't. Then one day I had a wicked idea. I was going to make him leave off. So, I told him to take his pants down. To let me see. He took down his pants. I couldn't help but laugh. He was so small...it was rather adorable. Precious in it's own little way. But then it began to get bigger. I said, oh look, it's trying to get hard. How cute. And then I gave it a little slap. I thought for sure that would have been the end of it. But he grew even more aroused. The more I spanked his little cock, the harder he got. See he was like you dear. A submissive. I did let him do things for me. I rather enjoyed it I must admit. But it was purely a sexual relationship." Naked and in the office chair, Jenny looked up at Dr. Stone. Watched as the older woman placed her feet on the armrests and pulled Jenny forward. Closer. Her skirt had risen up. The professor was wearing stockings and high heeled pumps. She was calling Jenny a submissive. She thought of how she had described her old suitor. Cute. Adorable. The same as she had described Jenny. It made a blush creep to her cheeks wondering how Dr. Stone would describe her later....her small breasts and skinny legs. The Pet Teacher Despite the humiliation, she shared something else in common with the grad student. Was it possible she was a submissive too? Her body had confirmed that this was the case. She had never imagined she was a submissive. Never imagined a woman would turn her on. An older woman. A professor. Or spankings. Or being stripped. Displayed. But there naked and trembling in front of her, it was certain. "Do you want to do things for me Jenny? Do you imagine doing sexual things for me?" Dr. Stone asked. "I'm not - I'm not sure," Jenny answered. Not able to take her eyes from the flash garters beneath Dr. Stone's skirt. The woman was sexy. Powerful. Smart. She was everything that Jenny wasn't. "Do you want to lick me?" Dr. Stone worked her skirt up a bit and ran her fingertip along the furrow of her crotch. "Lick me so good?" "Yes." Jenny breathed. She did. At least she thought so. She was so turned on it was hard to think what she really wanted, while her sex ached with need. "I want to hear you beg for it." Dr. Stone said. Jenny had never imagine being with another woman until today. Never imagined the words she was about to say. "Please." Other words followed. They sounded hollow in her head, as if someone else were saying them. "Please ma'am. Let me lick you." "Lick me?" Dr. Stone said. "What on me do you want to lick?" "Your vagina?" It sounded so stupid. "Say it the way you want to say it," Dr. Stone said. "It's alright - this time." Soon Jenny was saying words she never imagined. "Your pussy. Please ma'am, let me lick your pussy." "Would you like to taste me?" Dr. Stone said. "Taste my pussy?" Dr. Stone moved her panties to the side and pushed her finger into her wet folds. She withdrew the glistening digit and held it to Jenny's mouth. The young coed opened her lips, moved to lick it. Dr. Stone withdrew it out of reach. Teasing her. "What would you do to taste it?" Dr. Stone asked. "Would you do some time on the table?" Jenny squirmed in her seat. Dr. Stone sat there on the desk, towering above her. Trapping the young girl between her legs which were still propped on the chairs arm rests. So hot. She could feel her sex dripping on the seat beneath her. Dr. Stone looked so professional in her classy skirt, her stockings, her garters, and her high heeled pumps. Jenny felt well and thoroughly outwitted and outmatched. Now she was being asked if she would be willing to get on the table. To be spanked. And God, she still ached from being up there yesterday. Dear Lord, how it would hurt , just for the pleasure of tasting Dr. Stone's glistening finger. She felt so stupid for opening her mouth, to taste it. The thought of doing that had been scary in and of itself. Stretching her boundaries so far already. Now she felt like she had to go the next step. She couldn't very well say no after sticking out her tongue. "Yes." Yes, yes she would get on the table if necessary. "Would you write fifty lines for me dear," Mrs.Stone said, taking her finger and tracing her wet nectar on her pupils willing lips. "I want to be Dr. Stone's pussy pet? Please spank my hot little ass? Will you write those lines for me? "Yes." Jenny breathed in a whisper. Her body tingled with sexual fire - her nipples tight and hard with desire. The thought of being back up on that desk again, writing those wicked lines, being spanked on her bare bottom, all to merely taste those glistening fingers. It would be humiliating....yet it also shot sparks of hot desire through her burning sex. Dr. Stone pushed her finger into Jenny's mouth. She pushed it in and out those willing and sucking lips, fucking her with it. "Do you like it pet?" Dr. Stone said withdrawing her finger. "Is it all that you imagined? Is it worth the price." "Yes," Jenny said. It was. She had been afraid at first. Worried that she wouldn't like it. But now she was relieved. "It is." "Do you want to see my pussy now pet?" Dr. Stone asked, taking the waistband of her lacy undergarment and lowering it just a bit, giving on the most tantalizing glimpse of what lay beneath. The curly dark hair. The forbidden triangle. "Yes," Jenny said. "Yes ma'am." "Talk to me pet," Dr. Stone said. "Don't sit there like a bumpkin. Yes this. Yes that. Tell me specifically what you want." But it was oh so difficult. Jenny mouth could barely form the words. Saying them made her cheeks blush crimson. "Please ma'am," Jenny said. "May I see - may I see your pussy." "What will you do if I show it to you? I don't think doing time on my desk is price enough for such a pleasure." Dr. Stone asked. "Do you know what I'd like for you to do pet?" Jenny shook her head. She worried that Dr. Stone would make her do more time on the table. God, it still hurt when she sat down from the day before. Dr. Stone placed her foot between Jenny's thighs. Worked it into her willing crotch. "I want you to start shaving," Dr. Stone told the moaning young coed. "-your hot little twat. A bald beaver. A pussy pet should be well groomed. That way you will always be reminded who is the teacher and who is the pet. Will you do that for me pet?" "Yes." Jenny gasped, then caught a glimpse of Dr. Stone's arched eyebrow, then remembered her instructions. "Yes, ma'am. I'll shave my - my hot little -" God it was so hard to say. It made her feel like some sort of sexual pervert. "my hot little twat - my bald - my bald beaver. To remind me. To remind me who is the teacher. And who is the pet." "And who is the teacher?" "You are Dr. Stone." "And the pet?" "I am." A pet. She had said it. Not a student. Not a lover. But a pet. Her teacher's pet. "That's right." Dr. Stone said, bringing her legs down from the arm rests, and now standing in front of the young coed. "And do pets usually sit on the furniture without permission?" "No ma'am." Jenny whispered. It was clear that Dr. Stone meant this meaning of Pet as well. This relationship if it could be called that was terrifying. Jenny had no idea where it would end. But it was thrilling all the same. "Kneel." Dr. Stone ordered. "On the floor." Jenny slipped out of the chair and onto her knees. "You may take off my panties now pet," Dr. Stone said. Jenny reached up her teacher dress, her hands following the garters that held her stockings in place. "No dear." Dr. Stone said. "Use your mouth. Pets are rarely permitted to use their filthy paws." Filthy paws. God, she had passed so far from where her boundaries were, she was no longer sure were she was or how to get back. Jenny was learning what it meant to be dominated. She was learning submission. Learning from an expert. A plaintive moan escaped the young coed's throat. She moved her head beneath her teachers skirt. Found the panties with her mouth. She could smell her professor's sexual musk. She inhaled the spicy fragrance, then caught the edge of the fabric with her lips. Struggled to catch the silkin fabric without biting. Finally managed it. Then worked them down to the floor. "Isn't it a beautiful pussy my pet? Dr. Stone asked. "Look at it." "It's beautiful," Jenny said. And it was magnificent. A pussy fit for a woman. Plump. Moist. Her dark triangle nicely trimmed. Engorged lips. "You have a beautiful pussy. May I, may I lick it?" "Will you do a good job?" "Yes ma'am. I'll do a good job." Jenny wasn't even sure if she could. How she could. What to do. But she was willing all the same. "It could take a while my dear." Dr. Stone said. "I like to be brought off slowly." "I'll - I'll," Jenny stammered. She was growing more and more unsure of herself. She had always been quite content with any sort of orgasm. Yet, this older dominant woman required a certain kind. It was intimidating - and just like Dr. Stone. "I'll do it for as long as it takes." "That's my pet," Dr. Stone said, as she sat down in the office chair, hiking up her skirt as she did so. Then she opened her drawer and took out what appeared to be a leash of sorts, only the rope that was connected to the leash had several large knots tied in it. She took out a key and unlocked the pair of padlocks on it, and then handed one of the locks to Jenny. "Be a dear and lock the end of this rope to the ring under the chair well," Dr. Stone said. Jenny crawled beneath the desk and did so. "Now be a good pet and turn around so that you face me." Jenny had to climb out from under the desk before she could back back under it again, this time facing out towards Dr. Stone. Jenny had no idea what was going to happen next. She waited, puzzled as Dr. Stone passed the rope between Jenny's legs and attached the end of the rope to her chair. Then the professor sat down in her seat, rolled the chair back a bit experimentally. "Ohhhh!" Jenny gasped in surprise as the rope slid between her lean thighs, the knots in the rope strumming against her clit and lips as the passed. The final element of Dr. Stone's diabolical torture slipped into place as the collar was locked around Jenny's neck and then her wrists were secured to the collar. She was well and thoroughly trapped. Trapped under the desk for whatever Dr. Stone had in mine. For as long as she had it in mind. Dr. Stone leaned back into her seat. Her wet cunt now inches from Jenny's startled face. "Remember what you said dear," Dr. Stone said. "For as long as it takes. Let's hope you truly meant it." Dear Lord! The poor coed was already uncomfortable. The rope pressed hard into the folds of her sex. And one of the knots was downright painful as it pressed against her delicate flesh. With her hands secured, she couldn't protect herself, or rest on them to ease the strain on her lower back. The best she could hope for was to bring the older woman off as fast as possible. She bent forward to get started. "No my pet," Dr. Stone said. "I want to feel your warm breath first. And then I want to feel light soft kisses. As I said before, it will take awhile. But like I always say, anything worth doing, should be worth doing well." Jenny moaned in desperate frustration. "I know you want to taste me oh so much," Dr. Stone said, running her fingers through Jenny's sandy blonde hair. "But be patient. Remember, good things come to pets that wait." Jenny did her best to ignore her discomfort. Blew her warm breath. Smelled Dr. Stone's musky fragrance. Lightly kissed her thighs. Her mons. Her lips. Ever so softly. "That's good pet," Dr. Stone purred. "Oh you are going to be such a good little pussy pet." Being called a pet was humiliating enough, but this new turn served to remind her just what she was. A pussy pet. God, it was terribly awful when thought of that way, but still Jenny was hot as a firecracker. She struggled to obey. Kissing. Lightly licking. Carressingly sucking. As she did so, Dr. Stone rolled her chair forward, causing the tension in the rope to decrease, allowing Jenny to squat a bit lower, to decrease the pressure on her back and also against her tender sex. But to do so, she had to move back further under the desk. Into the darkness. Nothing but the smell of sex and the sounds of her sucking and licking echoing off the hollow metal of the desk surrounding her. "Tell me you love me," Dr. Stone said, running her fingers through Jenny's hair. Dr. Stone put her feet on the edge of the desk and slowly pushed back. "Oh- oh - oh," Jenny cried in surprise as the rope tightened and knot after knot strummed against her clit. It felt good this time. God it felt so good as it tightened. But now it was too tight. The knots pressing into tender flesh. Her back straining as she was forced into such an uncomfortable position once again. Her sandy blond hair damp from Dr. Stone's secretions, falling into her eyes, into her mouth. Still she licked. Still she sucked. Dr. Stone took her feet from the edge of the desk and put them on top. She began her slow trip forward, pulled ever so slowly by the tension on the rope as Jenny crouched back down. Those lips. That loving tongue. God it was heaven. Jenny took a break from her licking. She had an idea and wondered if it would work. "Dr. Stone," she said between licks. "Yes pet?" "I love you." "I love you too pet." A smile spread on Dr. Stone's mouth. This was going much faster than she had expected. It was deserving of a reward. She placed her heels on the edge of the table, then pushed out again. Oh it felt so delightful as Jenny gave a muffled moan into her sex as the knots did their work. Jenny pushed down with her sex. Now working those knots, not just being worked by them. Her body was on fire. "Don't be a greedy pet," Dr. Stone warned. "I haven't given you permission to have an orgasm yet, now have I?" "No ma'am," came the muffled reply from beneath the desk. "Do you want to come?" "Yes ma'am." Did she ever. ' "But there's a price for it dear," Dr. Stone said. "There's price for everything. It teaches responsibility." "Yes ma'am." "I want you to wear a new outfit tomorrow pet." Dr. Stone said. "The skirt is going to be oh so short." MMmmmpphhhhfff....Jenny moaned. The shorts had been bad enough. How would she manage with a skirt?" "No panties," Dr. Stone said. "And a shaven pussy. You will be so bare my pet. So exposed. And only we will know your secret. That is - unless a strong wind comes by." Mmmmmpppshhhh "And a tight shirt" Dr. Stone said. "A T-shirt this time. I will move this chair back and forth ten times if you will wear it. Will you wear it pet?" "mmmmmuuuummm...yes ma'am." "But I'm going to print a naughty message for you to iron on it," Dr. Stone said. "Don't you want to know what it says before you commit to wear it." "glom glom...yes." "I can't decide between A-cup in training....or I put out." God no! She wouldn't. And yet. And yet the thought of it sent bolt of pleasure through her sex. "Which would you prefer?" Dr. Stone said. "Or none at all - but no cummy cum." Dear Lord. What a decision. She should say no. No fucking way. Yet she needed release. Needed it desperately. The A cup. It would be the peak of humiliation. God, how people would laugh. How they would smile and smirk. The girls, Lord she could just imagine their superior condescending stares. However, I put out would attract a different sort of attention. Guy attention. Especially in a short skirt and no panties. Already tempted they would try to reach underneath that short skirt. Her T-shirt would be all the invitation they needed. It was downright scary. Even if she managed to escape the day unscathed, she would gain a reputation as the college slut no matter if she was or wasn't. The alternative....embarrassment and humiliation. "A ---" God it was so hard to say it. But yet. But yet. "A cup in in training." Jenny stammered. Those words sent a bolt of pleasure through Dr. Stone. God, the girl was willing to do it. She couldn't imagine the humiliation and torment. She felt herself tighten inside. Oh God! Then it slammed home. Oh Fuck. So hot. Coming. Coming hard. Then after. "Remember your promise," Dr. Stone said. "What is your shirt to say?" "A cup....in..." Oh God. Dr. Stone slid the chair back slowly. The knots strummed her engorged clit. "mmmm- innnnnn- traineeeng." "Look up here at me," Dr. Stone said. "I want to see those eyes. Are you positive? Imagine how people will look at you. Imagine those smirks. Those laughs. Just tell me no. Let me up. That's all you have to say. It's only an orgasm. There will be other chances without so high a cost." "I'm ahhhh- positive." "Then beg me for it." "I want it. I want to wear it." Jenny pleaded with wide blue eyes begging. "Please." Dr. Stone slowly slid the chair back again. The look in Jenny's wide blue eyes, the look of surrender, of sexual heat, was almost enough to make her come again. Poor Jenny. Back and thighs burning. Trembling. Face soiled. Tongue aching. Lips slightly bruised. Her sex - her cunt. A ball of fire between her thighs. Jesus how she wanted it. Needed it. And the thoughts running through her head. Walking on campus. A short skirt threatening to blow up and expose her bare sex. She would have to be oh so careful when she sat or bent down. And a T-shirt. A T-shirt that advertised what she had always been slightly ashamed of. Bolts of lightning danced through her insides. "I want you to ask me for permission before you come," Dr. Stone warned. "Never - I mean never come without my permission little pet." Close. Oh God, she was so close. "Please ma'am," Jenny moaned. "May I - may I come?" "Will you promise to always ask for permission?" "Let me see those cute little titties," Dr. Stone took the young girl's nipples between her fingers and tweaked, then let her chair slide back down. "Those precious A cups that are so desperate for training. Here let me help you. A little stretch should do them good. But don't you dare come. Not yet." Jenny warred with her body. Tight hard nipples being tweaked and pulled. Aching thighs and calves struggled to hold her up. Wanted to let her down, sliding down the knotted rope. She was so close. So fucking close. She needed it. Oh how she needed it. "I - I can't help it," Jenny winced, sweat ran in rivulets down her face and back. "Oh please..." "Oh it doesn't sound like it my dear," Dr. Stone said. This too was part of the training. Not just to bring out the girl's submissiveness. She wanted to bring out her sexiness. Overcome her shyness of displaying her sexuality. "I've heard girls when they needed to come. They sounded like it. I don't hear anything from you but a little heavy breathing." "Ewwww-mmmmmeeeemmmm" Jenny gave a plaintive moan. It sounded so stupid. She felt like an idiot. So helpless. A stupid slut. Just like she had said when she wrote those lines on the desk. But she needed it. Needed to come so bad. She was slowly sliding down the rope. God. So close. Then she gave another moan. This one was there already. She had been holding it back without realizing it. A different sort of moan. Husky throaty. She moaned like a porn star. A cat in heat. "That's better," Dr. Stone said. "I almost believe you really do want to come." "mmmmmmm---oh fuck Dr. Stone. Mmmmm...gonna come. So hot." Jenny moaned, almost unable to stop the words now. She still felt stupid. A stupid slut with a filthy mouth. But she didn't have to try anymore. Though embarrassing, these words came out without thought. She gave in to her pleasure. "please oh fuck. please let me come. Mmmm- my cunt is so hot. God I need it Dr. Stone. Give it to me...." "You can come pet," Dr. Stone said. "Come all you want. Come...but keep letting me know you want it." The knots were almost painful, overstimulating the young coed as she slid down. She fell into the abyss of pleasure. "Fuck...oh fuck I'm coming. I'm coming Dr. Stone. Oh fuck. Fuck I'm coming." Jenny cried. "Not quite so loud pet," Dr. Stone chided the bucking girl as she tossed her hair out of her eyes. "I'm sorry --- oh God it feels so good," Jenny moaned. "Oh I love you Dr. Stone." Jenny was overcome by pleasure. It took several minutes for her to come to her senses. When they returned, they returned in full force. The impact hit her like a ton of bricks. There on the floor. Tied up like some pervert. Her professor's very wet and sated sex propped at the edge of the chair. What had she done? Oh God, what had she committed to? "Thinking about the T-shirt you promised to wear or the desk time you owe me Pet?" "The shirt," Jenny whispered. Oh God yes. How would she bear it? "You begged for it remember?" "Yes." Dear Lord. Why had she begged. The thought of wearing it terrified her. "And what was it to say?" Dr. Stone smugly asked. Jenny blushed till her cheeks were almost blue. "A .... cup .... in ... training." The Pet Teacher "Too bad I don't really have a T-shirt that says that," Dr. Stone said. "Although, maybe we can get one." She undid the lock around Jenny's neck to free her, and helped her to her feet. "However, I'm wondering if maybe you would like to do something else instead of wearing an embarrassing T-shirt?" It was a nice thought, but Dr. Stone couldn't have Jenny exposing to much. She wanted a tease and a slut, maybe a bit of exhibitionism. but not a reputation. God yes! "Yes ma'am." Jenny replied eagerly, she had agreed in the hight of passion but was now beginning to regret her decision. However, she was wondering what sort of diabolical punishment she was due for. "This is a bit simpler," Dr. Stone said. "I believe you have a woman professor for your next class, don't you dear? Well, I want you to tease her. I want you to tease her like you've never teased anyone before. Is that a fair trade?" "Will I have to?" Jenny asked, unable to finish. But in her head thinking, will I have to prostitute myself out to her? "Oh heavens no dear," Dr. Stone said. "You may not fuck her or let her fuck you. You are my pet after all. But you are going to tease her. Oh how you are going to flirt and tease her." Jenny wasn't really sure how to tease. But it was better than the alternative. "Yes, ma'am." she said. "I'll do it." "Today's lesson," Dr. Stone said. "Teasing 101. I want you to look at her in the eyes during your class. I want you to smile. I want you to preen. Play with your hair. Put it in your mouth - your pretty hair that is. I want you to cross and uncross your legs. I want you to...oh I don't know - yes, borrow a pen from her for you next class. I want you to do all that today, are we clear pet?" "Yes ma'am." "When you ask for that pen, I want you to touch her hand. One last thing, and this is very important. You are not to say the word no to her? I think that will be a good habit for you to get in. It's a matter of respect for women in authority. If your mother asked you to make your bed, you wouldn't tell her no, would you?" "But you just said no to me," Dr. Stone cast a stern glance at Jenny. "Do you think that is okay?" "No ma'am....I mean...I ah ...don't think that is okay....is it?" Jenny stumbled over the mental calculations necessary to obey. She prayed it was sufficient. "Good girl," Dr. Stone smiled. "I'm going pretend I didn't hear the other. So no, nos. Do I make myself clear Pet?" "Yes ma'am." Jenny agreed. This could be harder than she expected. "Good girl," Dr. Stone said. "Wait till your next class with her. I'm going to teach you how to shake that little ass of yours. I'm going to teach you to flaunt it." Oh God. It was almost going to be a worse torture. It would certainly be longer than the one day she would have to wear the shirt. And Dr. Adams was going to think that she had the hots for her. Would she like it? If she didn't, it still be humiliating, but much easier. However, she liked it, Jenny was probably going to have to fight off her advances while she continued to have to flirt with her. All while being unable to tell her no. The thought of it rekindled the fire in her sex. "You can dress now dear," Dr. Stone said. "I think you have a class to attend." Jenny slipped her clothes back on. It didn't take long since there was so little to put on. She felt afraid. Vulnerable. Now she had to go to Dr. Adams class and flirt with her. She fumbled with the legs of her shorts and pulled them out of her ass. "Oh that is adorable," Dr. Stone exclaimed. "Do that again sweet meat." It took awhile for Jenny to realize what she wanted. She pulled at the bottoms of her shorts again. "No, with the little wiggle you did before. That adorable shimmy." Dr. said. Jenny did it again. This time with a wiggle. She felt stupid, but all the same it was nice to be praised. "And stick that cute little ass out." Again. Wiggling and sticking out her bottom. Jenny felt like an idiot. A skinny girl preening for attention. Arching her body in hopes of showing off her rear. A stupid slut. "Perfect." Dr. Stone said. "Do it just like that when you talk to her after class. And my dear, don't you dare adjust them until you talk to her." God this was going to be humiliating. Those shorts had a way of getting worked into places they weren't supposed to. Exposing her tight cheeks and wedging into her crack. And with Dr. Stone's earlier instructions to cross and uncross her legs and not to adjust them to after the class. My God, they will show everything. Everything! But Jenny kept her thoughts to herself. "Yes, ma'am." Jenny replied. "But may I freshen up first? I'm not very ...ummm...fresh." She needed to freshen up and with the restroom right next to Dr. Adam's class, her humiliation wouldn't be so bad. "You smell like my pussy Pet. Is there anything wrong with that?" Dr. Stone asked. Jenny's tongue moved to the roof of her mouth, but she caught herself before saying no. "I - I'm just embarrassed at - at what people will think if they...um smell me. They may - ah - get the wrong idea." "That you are queer?" Dr. Stone asked. "Or that you are a hot little thing? Okay - I'm just teasing. You may freshen in this building, but no more after that. Hurry up girl," Dr. Stone said. "I want you there early." Jenny left promptly, her cute ass wiggling as she left the office. Dr. Stone sat back in her chair and smiled. The new girl was coming along very well. Now she was going to learn to flirt and tease with the best of them. She wondered how Dr. Adams would react to this sexy new tease. She hadn't been very interested in the first few girls she had sent, but she had been quite taken with the last pet. Dr. Adams had taken the girl out to dinner several times. Had given her several good test scores...and even a birthday present. Dr. Adams had become very handsy with her last pet. The poor Pet was in quite a state trying to keep the old woman out of her panties. She had finally concocted some line about being afraid to sin. What would Jesus do, that sort of thing. Dr. Adams had gotten rather upset, calling the girl a tease. Had accused her of putting out for everyone else except for her. It had been over a year ago, if Dr. Stone was correct, Jenny would have her work cut out for her. Yes, Dr. Stone concluded, the new pet was very pretty and would fetch good money. There were many powerful women in the would who needed the companionship only another submissive female could provide. And Dr. Stone's girls were the top of the line. They were smart. College educated. They could play the role of a secretary or personal assistant by day - and slave by night. Even if confined in woolen skirts, they exuded sexuality and a certain shyness. Hot - but not as hot as the women they served. They were in high demand. At the end of the semester Jenny would take a job for one such woman. Jenny would be given instructions to tease, but nothing else - not if she ever wanted to see Dr. Stone again. And by the end of the semester, flirting and teasing would be second nature to Jenny anyway. Jenny's new boss, whoever she may be, would not be content with flirting and teasing. Like Dr Adams, she would want more. She would get the pleasure of breaking Jenny down. Making her give in to those desires. And when Jenny did finally succumb, and succumb she would. After having those desires stoked, she would have no other outlet save one. Right now that outlet was Dr. Stone. But later, when Jenny went to work for her new owner, she would still need it. Want it. And Dr. Adams would call her at night. Tell her to be strong until Dr. Adams was able to visit. maybe next week or the week after. And Jenny would beg. Please see me now. I need you. You wouldn't believe what my boss expects of me. She even spanks me. That's against the law isn't it? Then Dr. Stone would say. Oh dear. You must have done something very bad to deserve a spanking. Tell me what it was. Jenny would reluctantly explain and then apologize for her actions. Worse, she would be expected to tell her new boss that her teacher knew she needed a firm hand to keep her out of trouble. Then she would get another call. Dr. Stone, can I please come home. I can find another job. She expects...she expects me to lick her. But you mustn't, Dr. Stone would say. I'll be there, the week after next at the latest. Jenny would beg to come now. Then eventually beg to be allowed to cum now. That would make the waiting easier. Would make resisting easier. Oh you mustn't Dr. Stone would say. I haven't given permission. If you can't be faithful after just a few short weeks, I don't believe you have the feelings for me you say you do. Oh I do. I do. Jenny would plead. Then wait for me. Prove it. Soon after the phone calls would stop. Jenny would submit to her new mistress. She was a sexual dynamo, the perfect submissive. Hot. Horny. Kinky. A moaner. A pet who would meet the whip. Who would fuck. Who would suck. Who would love. Dr. Stone would see to it. She was the Pet teacher after all.