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Claire's Goes to School

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Claire Parsons walked across his bedroom and stopped to indulge her eyes. Her economics professor was lying on the bed, very much immobilized by the handiwork of her bondage. He was on his stomach with absolutely nothing impeding her eyes from feasting on what lay between his legs.

Carrying the afterglow of an intense orgasm from earlier that day, she now had to go to work. She needed to complete her plan. The naughtiness that she knew and her desire to dominate him had her more than ready. There was no turning back now.

-- Earlier --

She thought back to how this whole thing came to pass. Professor Butler was a highly thought of economics and finance instructor at what Claire thought of as an idiotic, small-town, Oregon college. Her parents had insisted it was safe enough for their naïve little girl. They were worried that she wasn't mature enough to head off to a larger school in a big city, and if she had wanted their generous offer of helping with the costs, the terms were stated as non-negotiable. Oh how she wanted to go to New York City and really experience life. This place in the woods was full of granola-eating, Birkenstock-wearing morons that all thought they were the original Hipsters. What a train wreck!

What little her parents actually knew about her. How would her father have reacted if he knew the real truth regarding her skill in using her feminine wiles? At 18, it would have been more accurate to describe her as the queen of the prick tease. Enraged beyond belief wouldn't quite cover the extent of Daddy's fury. Thank god he was clueless.

Claire assets were many, but they started with a body that was well toned from competitive swimming and other sports. She had a tight and well-rounded butt, firm and full breasts and dark skin from the time she spent outdoors. While her face was one of the all-American girl next door, her flirting ways were a juxtaposition to this. And the capper? Well the clothing she wore -- it just made the guys drool. The tighter the better as far as she was concerned. How her parents missed all of this, she would never know.

But when it came to the physical stuff, she had always kept things on the fairly innocent side and favored guys that wouldn't press the issue. Kissing and some occasional touching if she really liked someone, but that is where things stopped. She enjoyed getting her dates riled up but typically left them frustrated and wanting more. She got accustomed to being called a tease and relished her title taking every opportunity to enhance her standing in this area.

She loved the power that came from teasing guys by touching and stroking them just enough to get them rock hard, but not so much to allow release. Occasionally, she would relent, but only when it suited her.

Things changed after her prom however. She let things go a little too far in the back seat of her date's car. He just wouldn't take no for an answer and when he pushed her head down onto his cock (a first for Claire), she quickly became curious at this new found power.

His moaning and jerking of his hips thrilled her to no end. She found that by simply halting her actions, he would begin begging for more. This control over a his body gave her an amazing power-rush! It also provided a level of wetness between her legs that she had yet to feel heretofore.

To the world of a young woman still exploring all the emotions that came with sex, this was a giant escalation of the more innocent teasing she had previously been engaged in. All of his squirming, begging and pleading was actually enough to put Claire right over the edge, and without even being touched, she had her first real orgasm right there!

So when he maneuvered to get her clothes off, it was pretty much a foregone conclusion; she allowed him the full access he sought, and that was that for her virginity. Just as well as she hadn't wanted to head off to college with that status.

But the lovemaking that night (if it could be called that) was pretty bland. Once he was inside her tight orifice, he lasted but a few minutes and the whole interaction left her disappointed and thinking that there had to be something more to what all her girlfriends spent hours upon hours talking about.

As soon as he was done, he was zipping up and ready to drop her off for the night. She realized he was probably heading straight off to brag to his friends that he was the one that had claimed her virginity. What a jackass. Claire couldn't help but wonder if all guys were like this.

But the power that had come with this interaction had left an indelible impression on Claire that would shape her life forever. She had very quickly understood that the role of being in charge was not only acceptable to pursue, but was practically a prerequisite for her. She knew she would need this type of emotional satisfaction to fully sate her still evolving sexual desires.

Unfortunately, now stuck at a small and conservative college, finding a willing (and suitable) partner proved too much to hope for. Sexually speaking, frustration appeared to be anchored to Claire's college life, and for the time being, the memory of what she felt from this previous interaction was all that she had.

At college, although they were a little older than before, the guys still seemed just as immature when it came to sex. Not a lot subtlety, romanticism, or heck, even any attention toward the art of seduction. She was finished with being dry-humped in a dorm room by undergraduate students. She longed for someone that could be the partner that she knew she needed. But that was where she was utterly frustrated. Her attempts at finding someone that would allow her to run the show had hit a roadblock.

Things had briefly improved when she experimented with a female graduate assistant from one of her finance classes. As much as this woman named Penny had hated men, she certainly seemed to understand how to make Claire orgasm at will. Even though she didn't feel a real attraction to her (or any woman for that matter), the sex was nice. Unfortunately, Claire's desires to be the on the dominant side were soundly rebuffed as the older and more mature graduate assistant preferred that role.

Penny taught Claire the fine art of using a strap-on with another woman and the two enjoyed taking turns at this every night. Claire always seemed to prefer the role of wearing the strap-on, and her favorite position was to do Penny doggy style. She loved the moaning and howling she could elicit from her as Penny neared and meandered through her long and powerful orgasms.

One night, about a week into hooking up with her every night, Claire had a little too much to drink. Penny used this to her advantage and convinced Claire to let her tie her to the bed. Claire acquiesced not realizing that this would consist of an elaborate systems of straps and restraints that had her arms pulled all the way to the top corners of the bed followed by her ankles being spread wide and pulled all the way up to her shoulders. This caused her ass to be practically lifted off the bed and exposed her pussy and asshole to a state of vulnerability that she had never even imagined before.

Even if she had wanted to protest, the gag that was placed upon her would have likely rendered that not very possible. Penny then took it upon herself to first spank her upturned ass, all the while telling Claire that she was very bad. The touching and licking that came next was enjoyable enough, and then Penny left the room and came back with a lubed up, red strap-on.

Looking wickedly at Claire, she took a vibrating plug and embedded into the restrained girl's wet and aching pussy. It was at that point that Claire realized which orifice Penny had in mind for the strap-on. This made her quite nervous as she had never experienced even a finger there before, much less this red monster attached to Penny.

Kneeling between the Claire's legs, a single finger was placed gingerly at the entrance to the bound woman's virgin asshole. Penny slowly worked it in and wiggled it around to get Claire accustomed to this new invasion. After Claire begin to feel relaxed from the inevitable pleasant sensations, the older girl begin to earnestly wiggle and slide her way in and out.

While it begin to feel pretty nice, Claire saw the look of control that Penny had in her eye and longed for that feeling. The insertion of a second finger coupled with her clit being lapped by the older woman's expert tongue had Claire squirming against the tight restraints. She was more than ready when the actual ass-fucking finally started.

It was obvious that this was not new territory to Penny. She seemed to know quite well how to use a both long and short strokes, in and out of Claire's ass, combined with a manipulation of Claire's clit and the vibrating plug in her pussy; soon she was soaring to another one of the many orgasms that she had experienced over the past several days. Physically, the level of satisfaction was nice, but Claire knew the absence of her ability to implement an element of control over someone was going to leave her unsatisfied.

After the whole thing was over, Claire knew this would be the last time they would hook up. If she couldn't have the control that she so wanted, she would simply have to keep looking. An email the next day, and the break up message was delivered. Unfortunately, there was the small matter of Penny's involvement as a graduate assistant in Claire's finance class, and as it turned out, Claire would be made to pay for that.

A pissed off Penny had managed to see to it that Claire received a grade much lower than what was deserved. Claire was aggravated but considered herself fortunate that she had at least passed and could move on without having to look back. She chastised herself to maintain control over these situations in the future.

-- About a year later --

With her final year of college of now underway, her first impression of Professor Butler - well, he was just another geeky academic type. His clothes weren't very hip. He was nothing more than another obstacle to getting to her degree. With just two more semesters to go, she was practically home free and had no plans of letting his class derail her. Out of this wretched place where the only guys that were even remotely dateable were only interested in nothing more than trying to grope her after a cheap dinner.

But if the rumors of this class were true, she would have to grind it out to make a decent grade. That was a little worrisome for someone that had never had to work very hard at school back home.

And after the first week, Claire quickly realized that the stories about the difficulty of the material were in fact not exaggerated. Damn this was going to be tough. Professor Butler seemed intent on making his students sweat it out.

When her mid-term grade came back a D, she realized she would need a pretty impressive performance on the final so as not to hurt her chances of getting away from this hellhole. But the course material that came after that test seemed to get only more complex, and Claire started to get genuinely frustrated.

With something of a flashback as to how easily she could get the guys her age to constantly do as she asked, the seemingly innocent idea of flirting with Professor Butler seemed an ideal way to get him to soften a bit when grading her test. She started this endeavor by deciding to change her attire for his class.

She decided to wear her "I just came from the gym yet still look hot" outfit. Form fitting athletic shorts that hugged her ass in a way that she knew guys just had to look, a sports bra type top and a small cover that was specifically arranged to fall off of one shoulder.

Walking into class, with her get-up in place, she headed straight to the front row. Professor Butler was not there yet. When the kid that usually sat in the seat she had claimed arrived, she just kind of sneered at him, and he hurriedly kept walking toward the back of the class.

As the prof finally walked in, he went to his desk and unloaded all of his books and notes. What a dweebish guy he seemed -- Claire figured this would be easier than she had expected.

As he started his lecture on the impossibly dull topic of some European country's banking system failure (are you serious?), she casually opened her pullover so that her form fitting sports top was openly displayed. She knew that she had luscious breasts and as her flirtatious brain went into action, a wave of excitement washed over her causing her nipples to harden. Claire knew that they could be clearly seen through the thin Lycra material.

Thinking that her actions would be more work than fun, she had not expected to feel jazzed by all of this. But arousal arrived with a suddenness that was new to Claire, and she quickly felt the beginnings of some moisture developing between her legs. She chided herself with a reminder that she was on a mission and needed to retain control.

Partway through the lecture, he finally looked her way. She flashed him her standard little cutesy smile that she knew had worked a hundred times before when there was something she wanted.

But when his only reaction was one of a smirk, she was crestfallen. She even could have sworn she heard a little cluck of disdain from him. How dare he think for a moment that he was better than her! Whatever sexual arousal had taken root within Claire just as quickly evaporated.

He was just an idiot professor that she could easily outmatch. But as the lecture wrapped up without him even giving her another look, she began to worry that she might have to take this to the next level. Professor Butler wrapped the lecture and sailed out of the room without even so much as a glance her way.

Now starting to feel a little worried, Claire headed back to her apartment and immediately begin asking around about her intended target. Coming up dry with a couple of friends, she called a woman she had met a few semesters before. Jane was now a grad student and seemed to know everyone on campus.

Without snooping, but seeming to know what was on Claire's mind, Jane said that he was definitely not gay or married. With a little laugh, Jane said Claire should have little trouble getting whatever it was that interested her. Feeling busted, Claire blushed profusely and quickly brought the call to an end.

After the transparency with her questions, Claire felt pretty embarrassed, but her resolve was as steely as ever. She made up her mind that a visit during Professor Butler's office hours would be required. A quick check of the syllabus and she determined she would show up at the very end of the 3-5pm time slot that very afternoon.

She was surprised with how her mind started racing. The thought of a possible sexual encounter with her role as the more dominant one thrilled her. And with a man that was far more mature than what she was accustomed to! He clearly enjoyed an existence in a controlling capacity as a tenured professor....well her wildest dreams hadn't ever taken her to this type of scenario before.

She thought to herself that her visit to Professor Butler's office would require a higher level of preparation than normal. Stepping into her shower she made sure she was squeaky clean. Soaping herself, Claire took special care to clean her pussy in its entirety.

Turning her attention to shaving her toned and long legs, the razor practically took on a life of its own as it continued its journey higher. Carefully, Claire worked until there was nothing left other than the thinnest of runways above the juncture of her legs. After completing this task, she couldn't help but allow herself the reward of a hand straying.

With her head thrown back, two fingers of her left hand inside her, and the index finger of her right hand manipulating her now protruding clitoris, Claire began to the slow ascent to what she knew would be a terrific release. Gawd she needed to cum badly, but she realized there was a task at hand, and it would be far better to wait. Better to have the element of control weaved into her physical pleasure. Oh how she looked forward to that combination.

So she forced herself to bring the shower to an end. She quickly dried her short hair, and applied a light bit of makeup. The one exception was her lipstick where she selected a rather wicked shade of red.

Looking through her closet, she selected a very short little red skirt to match the lipstick and paired it with a form fitting white tank top. To make sure her firm but full boobs were used to their potential, she decided to skip the bra. Examining herself in the mirror, she knew this would work. There was no way her dweebish professor would be able to resist the treasure of her body. The thought of controlling him to her advantage and bargaining for a grade caused the adrenalin within Claire to kick in; she knew she would have to calm herself if she was to manage the situation to her liking.

With anticipation now running practically out of control, she got dressed. It was finally time to leave on the ten-minute walk across campus. As she was locking her door to leave, Claire had a quick change of mind. "Fuck it", she said and stepped back inside, removed her thong and threw it aside. She couldn't believe she was doing this!

On the walk over, she noticed several guys checking her out and nervously wondered if she was over the line with the way she was dressed. Deep down, she knew she was, and this evilness excited her even more. The tank top was very taut across her nipples, and the thought of what lay ahead was having its inevitable effect. She knew people she passed had to have noticed her protruding nipples but didn't care anymore.

Arriving at Professor Butler's office at about 4:45, fifteen minutes before his hours ended, she knocked at his door. After a nervous wait of about a full minute, Claire had a dreadful thought that she might have missed him, but he finally opened the door.

She realized that this was as close as she had ever been to her economics professor. And even though he was wearing a bowtie and thick, black-rimmed glasses, she noticed that he was actually reasonably handsome. Mind you, not up to her lofty standards, but still easier on the eyes than what she had remembered.

She had rehearsed this part and asked if she could have a few moments to ask for some clarification on the Federal Reserve's methods of quantitative easing. Now that she had his attention, he seemed to notice her for the first time. The long look he gave her made Claire uncomfortable as she sensed that he disproved of her clothing. This was not what she expected. God dammit, she was supposed to be running the show.

Feeling more exposed than ever, she took the seat offered to her in front of his desk. "So quantitative easing; Claire is that why you are here?" Her professor was peering in at her, seemingly trying to read her soul.

Claire hadn't realized that he knew her name and his intense gaze was throwing her off her game. She tried to ask some intelligent questions but just seemed to stumble all over her words. This all went on for several moments and only served to increase her discomfort.

Finally, Professor Butler asked, "Claire, why don't we cut through the crap. You show up at my class dressed like a little tart. Do you think I am that oblivious? Then you show here at my office in your slutty little get-up. You are acting like a child. Please tell me with exactness why you are here. At least give me some element of respect. I do believe I deserve that!"

Claire was enraged and humiliated all at the same time. Dammit, she had expected to control this weakling of a man, but instead, she had been completely outed. Her professor didn't even remotely seem affected by her charms. This was not something she was accustomed to.
After what seemed an eternity, but was more likely only five seconds, she made her decision and decided to plow ahead and at least make an effort to salvage her grade. The sexual satisfaction that would come with controlling someone would clearly not be in the cards with this man.

"Well Professor, I umm, I was kind of thinking that, well you know, maybe I could, errr, maybe I could....." and with that, her words trailed off as she seemingly lost any ability to put a coherent sentence together.

"Claire, are you asking me, let's see, are you asking me if there is some sort of, let's call it, extra credit, that you can work on?'

"Yes sir", was pretty much all that Claire could come up with.

"I see. Well it seems to me that it would only be fair for a student to have a second chance, would you agree?"

Claire could only nod weakly.

"Well since you clearly put some effort into your attire for the day, why don't you stand up so I can get a good look at you? Perhaps we can collectively figure out a project for you to work on to help with your grades."

Telling herself that she was tough and could handle this situation, she rose as he had asked. She asked herself one final time how she could regain control over what was going on but knew there was no chance anymore.

"Please turn around so that I can see you from behind Claire.

Again she complied and then heard him rising from his chair. The reality of what was likely to happen began to set in, and she told herself it would all be over soon enough and at least she wouldn't be stuck here for an extra semester.

Professor Butler had grabbed a wooden straight chair, placed it in the middle of the room, sat in it and looked up at her. "Clearly, you need to learn some respect for yourself. What do you propose we do about that?" Thinking she understood, she immediately reached for the zipper of his pants, but quickly, and with strength that surprised her, he grabbed her wrist to stop her.

"That's not what I meant. There will be time for that later, but first, I believe you should be treated in a way aligned with the maturity of your actions. I believe there is no substitute for corporal punishment in this kind of situation. What do you think Claire?"

Claire's mouth was too dry to speak as she realized what she was in for. God did she wish she had left her thong on. She reached as deep as she could and with defeat in her voice said, "Professor Butler, I believe it would help my attitude if you would oversee the punishment that I deserve."

A broad smile spread across his face when he heard this. "Well then, since you have asked, I will make an attempt to assist you. Before I ask you to lie across my lap, please remove your shoes." Claire reached down to remove them, and as she placed her now bare feet on the tile floor, she realized how cold she felt. She already felt naked in front of this man that was practically a stranger.

He next said, "Now, since you have asked me for this favor, I would hate to let you down. This discipline will involve a spanking that will not be brief. It will be painful. And with a young lady like you Claire, I wouldn't be surprised if you became aroused by it. This last sentence had her shuddering because she feared he might be correct.

"To make certain I can complete my task without any unnecessary interference, I am going to suggest you remove your top."

This caused Claire to smirk as she was quite sure that her top would not be in the way of a spanking. But she continued with his game. She just wanted to take the path of least resistance to propping up her grade enough to get her degree, and if showing her tits was involved, she could live with that.

As she peeled her top off, a sudden shyness set in causing her to cover herself up with her arms in a feeble attempt at maintaining an element of modesty. He actually chuckled at this, and then, silently patted his lap in a signal as to what he expected next.

As the finality of what she was doing settled in, she shamefully moved toward him and with great reluctance, gingerly laid herself face down across his thighs. He pushed her head toward the ground and instructed her to place her palms flat on the floor. He explained that under no circumstances was she to move them. This caused now her upturned ass to jut high in the air, practically begging for attention. The only good news was that this area of her body was at least still covered by her little patch of clothing known as a skirt.

"Claire, this discipline that you will receive is what you deserve, and I will help you to be a better person for it. Further, if you expect to make it through my class, you will remain still, be quiet and accept this with dignity. Afterwards, you will assist me in determining the most appropriate way to thank me."

"Yes sir", she meekly replied.

Get ready Claire told herself, but if she had expected the spanking to start right away, she couldn't have been more wrong. She felt one his hands trace across her back, seemingly enjoying her perfect skin. The fingers traced the spot where the top of her skirt met the skin of the back, and then went up her side causing her to shiver with the exquisite sensations of his light touch.

A hand then circled around to her front and ever so lightly and slowly tickled the side of her right breast. In spite of her attempt to control it, a low moan escaped her lips. This seemed to encourage Professor Butler as his hand began moving in a circle, homing in towards her sensitive nipple that she knew was now quite erect.

He seemed to taunt her with an impossibly close touch to her nipple without actually touching it. After a tortuous amount of time, he finally make contact, but his touch was so soft and teasing, that Claire couldn't help herself, and the word "Please" escaped her lips.

His teasing ways continued, and he began scraping a fingernail across her nipples, first the right one, then the left. Claire was now clearly aroused and didn't even care to try and hide it any longer. She knew she was dripping wet and began trying to rub herself against his lap.

"Please remain still Claire", the Professor reminded her. As his assault on her breasts and nipples continued, she found this almost impossible and couldn't help but squirm from time to time. He began alternatively squeezing her nipples between his fingertips causing her to gasp in a pain that shot down straight down to electrify her clit.

After what seemed like an eternity of attention to her nipples, the professor lifted her skirt and rolled it up leaving the material gathered together in a narrow band around her waist. She immediately felt the coolness of the air as the bare skin of her ass was now exposed to his feasting eyes.

"Well look at this", Professor Butler exclaimed as he immediately noticed the absence of any undergarments. "Even more naughty than I had imagined. I think I will enjoy this more than I had expected." How she had wished for granny panties for a time like this!

"You have a truly amazing ass Claire. I am almost sorry that I will have to redden it, but it is for the best. Before we start, please spread your legs apart for me."

With a sense of dread, Claire ever so slightly spread her legs and immediately felt exposed in a way that took her back to the feeling she had when Penny had tied her up.

"Claire that is not what I meant when I asked you to spread your legs. Wider, MUCH wider please," he demanded of her.

With utter defeat, Claire did as she was told; yet evidently, even this was not sufficient for him. He took each of her legs, and pushing them as far apart as they would go, told her to focus on keeping her position.

Claire had a very sudden, albeit temporary, out of body experience as she realized how she would have looked to an observer in the room. A 21 year-old college student lying all but fully naked across her professor's lap with her legs spread so far apart that every single part of her was on open display. She knew that he could see her entire shaved nether regions, and there was nothing she could do to impede his vision.

She felt his finger trace a pattern very lightly and slowly across her buttocks, and then dip its way between her legs to explore the outside of her sex. Several minutes were dedicated to a gentle exploration of first the outside of her pussy, then a gentle and caressing internal massage. GAWD! Did he know what he was doing!

Claire was truly on fire from the attentions of what she had previously believed was a completely clueless man. Clearly, he possessed a know-how that she had never expected.

Finally, he shifted his focus to her clitoris, and in a way that no guy ever had before, easily raised her level of excitement until she couldn't stay still anymore and begin openly squirming across his lap.

"Control yourself Claire", he instructed. "This is not for your pleasure. Please remember that!"

Claire groaned as she neared a glorious orgasm, but every time she got close, he seemed to sense it and would always halt his ministrations just enough to stop her from going over the edge.

After what seemed an eternity, he seemed satisfied with his explorations, and his hand began it's route across her skin, away from her dripping pussy, and back to her ass. So now would come the pain she thought to herself.

Again, Claire was mistaken. Reminding her to keep her legs spread apart, his finger traced a slow and impossibly light teasing touch that began as a circle around her entire buttocks. The circle slowly, but purposely, radiated closer and closer to her rosebud. Eventually, his finger touched her crinkled, tight little hole, and she couldn't help herself -- seemingly on their own accord, her legs closed in an attempt to protect this coveted area.

A loud "Whack" registered in her ears quickly followed by a searing pain caused by an impossibly cruel spank to her right butt cheek. Claire cried out, but was quickly reprimanded by the administrator of her punishment.

"Claire, I will not warn you again. Those legs are to stay apart. If you cannot manage such a simple task, there will be no "extra credit" available to you. Am I clear?"

Now whimpering, Claire basically surrendered and promised him that it wouldn't happen again. Without waiting for him to ask, she voluntarily spread her legs, seemingly even further than before, if that was even possible. She wanted him to be pleased.

Professor Butler showed his approval by saying, "That's very good. Keep this up and we'll make sure to get this extra credit taken care of for you."

So he resumed the light circles and without delay quickly arrived back at her anus and gave it a gentle tap with a finger. Claire closed her eyes and willed her legs to stay apart. His finger began an insistent pressure at the entrance to her forbidden orifice. Alternatively, he would ever so lightly tickle her right at her opening and even though she tried to squeeze her butt cheeks to ward off this invasion, her enjoyment of the sensations had a relaxing effect.

She then felt his powerful left hand reach across her, and using his index finger and thumb, he spread the skin adjacent to her puckered opening in an even more exposed way. He then quickly moved to insinuate the tip of a moistened finger of his right hand into her ass as her sphincter finally lost its battle to ward him off.

He began to expertly wiggle it around until she gradually relaxed permitting him deeper access. Surprisingly, the whole thing was starting to get her really hot. He was eventually able to insert his finger all the way inside her, and then began sawing his way in and out. By now Claire's didn't care how loudly she moaned or lewdly she humped his lap. After a moment or two of this, she even began pushing back into his finger trying to get him to finger-fuck her ass even harder.

"Gawdddd", I can't take it she exclaimed

"Claire, you understand that we are here to punish you, not to get you off."

Acknowledging that any semblance of control that she had hoped to have over this encounter had long since been dashed, she begged, "Please let me! Please!"

"Absolutely not!" he replied. But I am going to keep my finger inside you while you are spanked. All the better to hold you in place.

And with that, the spanking began. With the middle finger of his right hand impaled inside her and his left hand doing the heavy lifting, Professor Butler alternated spanks between each cheek. The pain was intense, but there was something delightful about it as well. Her nipples begin to ache and her clit was positively throbbing.

On top of all of this, she could now feel his rising excitement pressing up though his slacks and into her thighs. He was digging this as much as she was!

So with his finger firmly ensconced in her ass, a buzzing began that radiated outward from the contact there causing a delightful warmth to spread throughout her body. An exquisite combination of pain and pleasure had her soon grinding away at his lap once again.

She was getting very close to an orgasm, and Professor Butler seemed to recognize it, but this time, he seemed as though he would allow her to have release. Maybe it was a reward - she didn't care, but this orgasm was reaching a crescendo that Claire had never felt before. As her body begin climbing an orgasmic wall to put her to the point where relief was just a handful of seconds away, the spanking itself stopped and god bless him, his left hand circled under her and began working her clit in earnest.

With his right hand still pumping away into her now gaping asshole, she felt a kaleidoscope of colors wash over her and burst into a rainbow of pleasure. It was more than enough and Claire began a winding path through an orgasm that had her involuntarily squirming all over his lap. Keeping her legs spread as far as they would go, and with both her clit and her asshole being violated, she began a low, guttural, animalistic howl. She couldn't control how her body was responding and didn't care. If others in the building heard her, well too bad. There was no way she could stay quiet.

Her pleasure lasted for quite some time, and as Claire slowly felt herself begin to return to earth, she realized she was trembling while still situated on his lap. She felt the comfort of the stroking of his hand across her stinging ass as he offered a caring caress. All the while, she felt his hardness against her thighs and could tell he was fully erect.

Just as Claire's heartbeat was finally moving back to a more normal level, there was a disturbance outside the professor's office. Alarm bells went off in her head as there was an insistent loud knocking at his door. She jumped up off of the professor's lap, and in her naked state practically hid behind him

"Yes, what is it?" he irritatingly called out.

A voice from outside called, "Professor Butler, the dean is asking for you to come over to his office immediately. There is an emergency regarding our symposium on Monday".

"Fuck me!" the professor said under his breath. 'Be right there", he replied. With footsteps outside the door now receding, the professor said nothing to her other than, "Get dressed please."

He grabbed a piece of stationary, scribbled some words on it, folded it up and handed it to Claire. He opened his door, and in spite of a significant bulge still present at the crotch of his pants, he calmly asked her to leave.

With a multitude of thoughts running through her head and knees that were practically too weak to support her, Claire began the walk back to her apartment. With the warmth of the intense orgasm still present, she was so distracted she forgot she was holding the note until she got home.

She quickly locked the door, sat down, and unfolded the note. It read:



1750 W. Elm St.

Be on time. If all goes well for you, there should be no reason that your extra credit shouldn't be enough to provide you with a passing grade.

"Passing grade?" Claire said out loud! The gall of him. If she was going to debase herself in this way, there had damn well better be an A in it for her.

Claire sat for several minutes thinking about everything. It certainly had not gone the way she had planned, but at least had provided her a gorgeous orgasm. But she still wanted it her way. She wanted to be in control of what was transpiring. How that would happen, she had no clue.

Without much reason to do it, she read the note again. And then again. Over and over she read it. Something struck her as not quite right about the note. Something seemed wrong. She was sure of it.

But how could that be? The note had a time, a place and a clear suggestion as to what he expected from her. The words themselves were straightforward. It was something else.

Then, a wave of recognition washed over her as she realized what it was. What a mistake he had made! In the heat of the moment, he had written a note in his handwriting, on his letterhead, asking, no, demanding, a visit to his home by one of his students. Oh how he had screwed up. Claire had to sit down to think of the best way to capitalize on this mistake.

It took a while to figure it all out, but Claire determined if she handled things just right, she should be able to leverage the mistake he had made to allow her to dominate him in a sexual way. As she thought through her plan, excitement spread throughout her body. It was a similar feeling as to when she had complete control over her prom date.

The difference this time was the stakes, and they were high! He was a tenured professor after all. She wasn't just going to be playing with fire; more like dynamite!

But enough of permitting herself the pleasure of thinking about it. She needed to snap out of it and get to work. It was already 7:00 and if she was supposed to be there in two hours, she would need to pull this together quickly.

There were several things she needed to do. A Google search revealed all kinds of fetish sites that spoke to the wicked ways to control and sexually dominate a man. Claire couldn't believe she had never bothered to look at this stuff before. This wasn't porn! To her, this was a necessary instruction manual.

Making a handful of quick mental notes from her research, she shifted gears and logged onto the university's website and navigated to the spring course guide that listed the classes offered for her next (and last) semester. With glee, Claire gave a little clap as she found his name: Advanced Macro-economic Theory for the 21st Century, Professor Ethan Butler.

PERFECT, she said out loud. This would slot in as her final business elective, and if she had her way tonight, it would be the easiest A she would ever make. If she could pull this off, she would more or less be set for not just for this semester, but for the balance of her senior year as well!

Looking at the clock, she realized she had spent way too much time reviewing the fetish sites. She needed to get moving. She kept the skirt on as before, but switched shoes from her flats to her black, stiletto "fuck me now" boots. They zipped up almost all the way to her knees which gave her a commanding appearance.

Ready to leave, her first order of business was to stop by the Kinko's across the street to make a quick copy of Professor Butler's note just in case. There was no way she would do this without backup to the incriminating letter he had written.

The pimply faced idiots working there were staring at her, she knew, but this just served to feed her need for command of the male sex, and she felt the now familiar stirrings of sexual arousal. Facing away from where they were behind the counter, she pretended to fiddle with the controls of the copier. She leaned far over in mock examination of the device offering what she knew would be an excellent view of her upper thighs, perhaps even more if her tiny little skirt allowed it.
She knew she had the undivided attention of the three guys. Still pretending her exam, she stood on the tips of her tows and leaned over so that her skirt would rise even higher. She heard one of the boys gasp and knew that with nothing on underneath her skirt, almost every part of her would be on display.

Smiling wickedly to herself, she stayed in that position for several seconds allowing them to feast with their eyes. Having had her fun, she quickly made her single copy and headed out the door.

Jumping into her car, she began the drive over to Professor Butler's place. On the way, she stopped at an adult novelty store to get some things inspired from her exploration on the Web; she had discovered several excellent ideas on that front.

Walking into the store in her slutty attire, she felt nervous among all of the male patrons of the store. Purposefully avoiding eye contact with everyone, she quickly found the items she was looking for and headed to the counter to pay for her selections. Again, knowing that she was being stared at, her arousal ratcheted up a notch.

The clerk added up her items. Damn, it was a good thing that Daddy was covering her credit card. But Jesus, if the name of this store were printed on the monthly bill, he would keel over right on the spot. It sure seemed ironic that her dad had sent her to this wretched place in order to protect her innocence, and oh how it was coming back to haunt him.

Hopping back into her car with a full shopping bag, she realized it was already 8:55; no way she would get to his place in time, but that might work to her advantage. She punched up his address in her Audi's Nav system and quickly located his townhouse. It was in a reasonably nice neighborhood. Nothing too pretentious, but his home was actually quite nice from her first impression.

As she turned her car off, Claire realized the enormity of what she had in mind, and a new level of trepidation began to manifest itself as a knot deep in her stomach. God she was nervous. So she sat in her car for a good ten minutes silently rehearsing what she would say and do once inside. By this time, it was already 9:20, and she could put things off no longer.

Grabbing the bag containing her recent purchases, she nervously walked up the cobblestone path toward his door. Pressing the ringer, she realized an invisible threshold had been crossed; she was past the point of any return. This realization had Claire trembling as she waited for the professor to open the door.

After a very long minute, she rang the bell again. Again she waited, and with no answer, she tried one last time. After what seemed an eternity, she heard a deadbolt being unlocked and finally the door swung open.

He was dressed in a loose white linen shirt and khaki shorts and was barefoot. He seemed relaxed and completely different than the persona he portrayed in his classroom. There was a certain ruggedness accompanied by a look of intelligence that Claire realized was, in fact, quite appealing to her. He appeared confident in his own environs; a confidence that if Claire had her way, would be stripped away layer by layer.

Finally allowing her entrance, he examined Claire and her attire for several long seconds. Claire stood with her head high and back straight. She knew she needed to put forth a self-assured front.

As the heels of her boots made loud clicking noises that seemed to echo throughout his home, Claire stopped in shock. His taste in decor was wonderfully unexpected. With a modern slant his furnishings and art were arranged in a minimalist fashion, Claire was genuinely impressed. Perhaps there was more to this man than she had realized.

Finally speaking, he announced with irritation, "You're late."

"Well Ethan", Claire said, purposely using his first name for affect, "I have been thinking about it, and I have reached certain conclusions."

He looked up at her incredulously as she had seemingly breached a teacher-student protocol that was unacceptable to him.

"Claire, let's start over, shall we? When you address me, you shall..."

Immediately and with a new confidence that came from somewhere deep within her, Claire cut him off. "No! Now you listen to me! I believe that when you address me, I would like you to show proper respect. Please use Ms. Parsons when speaking to me."

A throaty laughter from her professor rose up and filled the room. "Claire, if you think for one minute, that I...."

Again she interrupted, but this time, silently as she forcefully thrust the copy she had made earlier into his chest, "Read it!" she demanded.

It was copy of the note he had written earlier that afternoon. The time, his address, etc. He clearly didn't understand what was on her mind.

So Claire explained, "I have the original, on your own stationary, in your own handwriting, in a safe place. You were stupid enough to suggest that one of your innocent students provide you "extra credit", I believe you called it, and in return you would use your position to provide a grade. How do you think the dean would react to such a thinly veiled manipulation?"

The look of defeat on his face gave Claire an instant feeling of empowerment and provided her a turbo boost of added confidence. He was crestfallen and clearly knew this error could cost him.

Quickly trying to recover as best as he could in the face of this enormous mistake, he asked, "What is that you want from me Claire? Do you want an A for the semester? You can have it. You don't even have to come to class anymore. I don't care."

Claire realized that she already had a victory, and such as it was, she could stop here, take her winnings for the night, and head home. But she wanted more. Much more! She knew she held tremendous leverage and the thrill rising up her body pushed her onward in her pursuit of an opportunity to dominate the situation.

"That's great Ethan, and I'll take that "A", but that is not enough. I want more. Why don't you make us a drink, and I will explain."

Taking several second to consider this now supremely confident 21 year old, he moved toward his bar area and mixed two drinks, and sat in what Claire quickly ascertained was his everyday chair facing his large flat-screen TV.

Quickly realizing a wonderful opportunity to put her stake in the sand, she firmly said, "Ethan, please sit on the couch to the left. I would like the seat you are in." As he followed her instruction, Claire realized it was now or never if she was going to escalate her leverage into the sexual domain that she craved.

With one last consideration of simply leaving his home with a grade already cemented, she tossed her final reservations aside and said to him, "If you comply with my requests tonight, you should have no problems whatsoever with continuing your career. I know you have an excellent reputation, and my strong preference is to not interfere with it."

"But should you fail in following my instructions to the letter, I feel quite sure that your little note is all the rope that will be needed for the dean to hang you with. Would you agree that your tenure could be snatched away by me simply sharing your note and explaining what you have done to me, a naïve young co-ed?"

She gave him some time to consider the enormity of what she was suggesting. A sweat began to break out on his forehead, and had she not been so flush with excitement as to what lay ahead, she might have even felt sorry for him.

He started to say something, stopped, cleared his throat, and trying his best to retain some element of composure, replied with utter defeat, "You win. I will do as you ask Claire."

"Ms. Parsons," she suggested to him.

Hanging his head now, "Ms. Parsons", he quietly repeated.

Claire wanted to jump for joy. Her plan was perfect. She had taken a risk, but it was carefully calculated, and now it was clear that it would pay off. She wanted to let out a victorious battle cry, but she needed to maintain a level of decorum so as to continue to assert her control. She did not want him to know how much she would enjoy what was going to happen lest it might provide him with some ammunition.

She slowly sipped her drink, but he seemed to have lost his thirst. Gone from the professor was the understated confidence that he had possessed around campus, in his classroom, and in his office when Claire had been placed in a soundly submissive position.

Now he was a nervous wreck, and Claire knew this had to be unchartered territory for him. She sat silently and decided she would finish her drink, and allow him to soak in this state of unease for a few minutes. When he looked at her, she simply gave him a smile -- a smile of someone who was supremely confident. Claire knew the effect this would have, and he seemed to hang his head in a way that had him looking like someone that had been caught misbehaving.

Finishing her drink, Claire rose from her chair, and started walking toward what was obviously the master bedroom. She asked him to follow and as he did, she stopped and asked him to please retrieve her shopping bag. All the better to make him carry this sinister package.

Seeing his bed, she knew it would work perfectly. It was a solid looking thing with heavy wooden bedposts. He really seemed uncomfortable now as he realized the tables that suited him so well earlier in the day were about to be turned on him.

"Ethan, I am about to begin giving you instructions. I expect each one to be followed without question or delay. Is that clear?"

"Yes Ms. Parsons, it is."

Hearing herself addressed in this way caused a thrill to run through her and a little electric bolt seemed to zap her clit. She was about to do it. Fully dominate a powerful and tenured professor. She could do nothing about the way her brain caused her body to respond -- her feminine juices began to flow. Please do not let him notice she pled inwardly to herself.

Here we go she thought. "Please remove your shirt and pants," she requested. He clearly knew this was coming and delayed for only a second or two before following her instructions.

As his clothes came off, Claire was quite surprised with what she saw. Hidden under those ridiculous clothes he wore to class was a pretty good body absent any fat. As her eyes traveled south on her first journey across his body, she couldn't help but stop at his cock.

She had certainly felt the excitement of his hard-on when she was prone over his lap receiving a spanking, but there was no way to have known the size he possessed. Jesus he must have made some girls pretty damn happy with that weapon. His cock was perfect. Smooth, with a large mushroom kind of head at it's end. His pubic hair was trimmed quite close as he was clearly aware that this asset should be displayed in it's entirety.

Not only was it big, but he was also growing right in front of her. Oh what a thrill as Claire realized that he was becoming aroused by the situation. Perfect for what she had in mind.

Catching herself in the revelry of staring at the growing monster in front of her, she silently rebuked herself to get back to business. So with her economics instructor naked in front of her, the rush that she had remembered from having utter control over someone was taking it's full hold.

Hoping her voice wouldn't betray her and show her excitement, she instructed him to lie on the middle of the bed. He silently complied and moved to the center of the bed and was lying on his back.

Claire studied him and thought about her various purchases. This was going to be new to her -- she would have to figure some of it out on the fly. She considered him, his bed, her purchases, and what she wanted to do to him, and as calmly as she could muster said, "Please turn over and lie on your stomach."

Professor Butler seemed to hesitate and looked at her without moving. "Now", she said in an even, but firm tone. Still he did not move.

Claire spoke, "Professor, I do not want to remind you again about my rules. It is a simple thing for me to pay a visit to the dean. What will it be?"

Realizing there was nothing he could do if he wanted to save his career, he slowly rolled over as he had been asked.

Claire spilled out the contents of her bag and began opening packages. She chuckled to herself as she noticed how tightly his legs were squeezed to together -- as if to protect himself. That would soon be resolved she gleefully thought.

Remembering the images she had seen on her computer only a couple of hours before, she had said, "Please place your arms fully extended away from you body."

He slowly did as instructed. Taking first his right, then his left, she securely attached a padded leather restraint to each wrist, and connected it securely to the corresponding bedposts at the head of his bead. His arms were now fully outstretched. There was essentially no slack in the bindings.

Claire stopped to admire her very first foray into restraining a man. She immediately knew that she had come home to the mothership. This is what she belonged doing. She had barely started and was already loving the naughty feeling deep inside her that had her impossibly wet.

Next stop, his legs, she decided. Kneeling on the bed, she secured two more leather restraints, one to each ankle. As she gently pulled on the right one so as to attach him in a spread eagle position, he resisted her and pulled his leg in the opposite direction.

She decided it was time to assert herself in a slightly more physical way. "Thwap." Her hand soundly smacked his ass. So surprised by this, he was unable to stifle an exclamation and let out a guttural "Arrrrggghhh, what the hell?"

"That's the last time!" Claire screamed at him. I'm done. I'm untying you and leaving.

"No. Please! I promise I will do whatever you want. I'm sorry Ms. Parsons. Really. It was a mistake that will not be repeated."

Claire was so pleased she couldn't suppress a shudder of excitement at this submissive pleading coming from him. Her smile was broad. Thank god he was on his stomach and couldn't see her face.

"OK then, let's try this again, shall we?" Again she pulled his right leg as far as it would go and quickly tied it off against the bedpost at the foot of the bed. When she moved to take care of his left, there was no resistance.

She stepped back to as to fully admire her handiwork. Not bad for someone that had never done this before she thought. There was no doubt that Claire could easily get used to this sort of activity.

Studying her handiwork, and thinking back to how she must have looked earlier when she was being spanked across his lap, she got an idea.

Grabbing one of his oversized pillows, she said to him, "Ethan, please raise your rear end."

With his eyes closed to the humiliation he knew was imminent, he complied. Quickly, she inserted the pillow underneath him.

Perfect Claire thought to herself as she inwardly squealed with delight. He was completely immobilized with his ass high, high in the air, and legs spread further apart than one could imagine. She had access to every part of him. God she had to stop just to get a hold of herself. His cock had grown a bit more and was betraying him. She knew his excitement was mounting.

One last touch: she decided to use the blindfold she had bought. It was almost a luxury for him she thought. A velvety soft blackout blindfold that was now the only thing he was wearing. With this in place, she felt more comfortable in taking her own clothes off as she realized he would have no way of knowing that she was naked.

She was ready. Ready to begin a teasing torture of him that she knew she would carry on with for an extended period. If all worked out as planned, she intended to have him begging before the end of the night.

Running her fingers as lightly and slowly as she could, she started at his feet and ankles. She traced irrelevant patterns on his lower legs for several minutes. As she moved higher to the back of his knees, she could have sworn she saw a little twitch in that gorgeous cock he was equipped with. She reveled in the fact that she could look at him all she wanted without him knowing how much she was enjoying it.

Moving her fingertips higher, their path moved up his thighs. She then noticed some involuntary twitching of his butt cheeks. Her clit was tingling with excitement with the affect she was eliciting from him.

So when her fingers traversed to reach the highest part of his inner thigh and an almost imperceptible moan escaped his lips, she moved even deeper into a blissful state. But she couldn't allow herself that yet. Perhaps later, but now, there were still objectives that needed completing.

She continued with her teasing touch and traced his uppermost thigh as close to his testicles that she could without touching them. To his credit, he stayed quiet and attempted to keep his composure. She would have to change that.

Making it seem like an accident, she allowed a feather-light touch of her fingernail against his ball sac. She was immediately rewarded with a sharp intake of breath from the professor as he shuddered. He may have not said anything, but his cock was on the move again. It continued growing and was fast approaching being the largest one she had ever seen in person.

Quickly realizing that the mechanism of a simple light touch had an effect on him that seemed to drive him to the point of distraction, Claire decided this would be her weapon of choice for the time being. She continued to ever so lightly caress his upper thighs, and moved to his butt cheeks. Then, in an unexpected way, she allowed her finger to lightly brush against the underside of his now almost fully erect cock.

"Oh my gawwwwd!" he wailed.

If she though she had enjoyed his reaction the first time she had touched his testicles, this provided her with a new desire that was completely unexpected. She couldn't help but reach down with her other hand and gave herself a few needed caresses of her now aching clit. Dipping her fingers into her well, she was not surprised to find herself soaking wet. She had expected enjoyment from this, but the control she exerted over this man was almost too much.

"Please", she heard him whisper.

"What was that Ethan?" she implored.

"Please touch me", her replied slightly louder, "I promised you an A, it's the least you could do.

With his begging serving as encouragement, Claire took several fingers, and in a feathery tickling fashion, covered the entirety of testicles and the sensitive underside of his cock.

"Arrrrgggghhhh. Please, I need your grip on me. I need more, please!!!"

Claire laughed out loud at this and declared, "Oh no. We're no where close to that point."

But with that, she grabbed his cock fully with one hand and gave him several light but full strokes. He practically wailed and pleaded with her to continue. Her resolve even started to crumble a little bit as she was mesmerized by the size, beauty and firmness of this cock in front of her. The knowledge that she and she alone had caused this reaction from him provided her with the strong desire to want to finish him off, but that didn't work into her plan for the time being.

Quietly reprimanding herself, she quickly moved away from him and got off the bed so as to give herself a break in order to restore her own self-control.

She sifted through the contents of her bag from the store and selected a couple of items. Moving back on the bed, she gave him a playful slap on his ass, and said, "My professor, what a lovely tush you have. I would love to spank it sometime. Spank it just as you did to me earlier today. What would you think of that?" She couldn't stifle a giggle when there was no reply to her query. Oh how she loved her position of dominance.

She now shifted her attention to caressing this truly lovely ass as she used the tracing motion that she had previously utilized on his legs. Feather light, slow moving touches had his breathing soon quickening. As her touching neared his perfect little asshole. She noticed that his breathing had increased. Could it be that the attention to his ass and the associated orifice could cause this? What a wonderful revelation.
She tested her theory by allowing a finger to ever so lightly stray across his puckered hole. He practically howled and goose bumps immediately rose up on his legs and ass. Claire was beyond delight. She tested and retested this touch and even gently tapped on his crinkled star. Now, his cock was actually throbbing it was so hard. She couldn't help it, she again grabbed the rock-hard shaft and stroked it several times, and just as quickly, she released it.

This caused him to begin tugging in an attempt to free himself, but Claire had made sure that he was secure. And his bed was solid. So long as she was running the show, he was going nowhere. She was having the time of her life in delivering this sweet torture.

After several rounds of touching and teasing his tight little butthole, she reached for a bottle of lubricant that she had procured, and opening it, allowed several generous drops to land on his crack. She watched with humor as a slow stream ran down his crack, over his anus, across his balls, and down his cock.

Deciding a more uniform dispersion was called for, she took her hand and gathered the excess lube and gave first his balls, and then his cock, a quick little going over. He was now bouncing all over the bed.

"Please Ms. Parsons, please" he cried out.

With firmness, Claire simply said, "Absolutely not."

Taking a now well-oiled finger and placing it at the entrance to his most sacred place, she was delighted as she saw him attempt to squeeze his cheeks together in silent protest. A protest that she knew would eventually end in vain.

"You want my finger inside you, don't you Ethan?" She knew from how his body reacted to her ministrations the answer was yes, but she wanted to hear it from him.

"No, please don't"

"I don't think you are being honest with me", she sang out.

"I'm being honest. Please no. No one has ever done that to me before."

Again, the sing-songy voice, "I don't believe you. You want my finger there, don't you."

Getting no response, she wiggled her finger a little bit and with his breathing increasing and his cock still throbbing, she teased him, "I know what you want. I know you want to be fingered like a horny girl, don't you?"

And with that she grabbed his cock and almost cruelly began jacking him off. And just as soon as she started, she stopped. But she had intentionally kept her finger at his entrance.

She said, "I'm going to ask you one more time. What do you want?" She knew this had to be hard for him so she allowed him several seconds during which time she said nothing. But then, in order to provide him with a little encouragement, she took a fingertip and with an impossibly light touch, ran it lightly across the underside of the head of his cock -- where she knew it was most sensitive.

"Arrrrgggghhhhhhh! Please, please touch me more. Please make me cum."

As she continued the caress of his cock, she continued to wiggle her finger, and finally worked just the very, very tip of her finger into him.

"Please, please touch my cock, please!" he wailed.

"Tell me what you want Ethan. It's OK to say it", she offered with a tone of encouragement, "I know what you want. What you need."

All of this offered while she simultaneously wiggled her finger just microscopically further into his entrance.

It was all he could take and he finally broke down, "Please, I want your finger inside me. Please do it. Yes, yes, please, I want that!"

Claire felt a huge charge of pleasure knowing that she had pushed him to a place that he had never been before. She loved how his desire for her touch was overriding everything rational that he had known.

Claire did not delay. Grabbing his cock firmly, almost in an attempt to hold him still, her lubricated finger began its earnest invasion into his virgin hole.

"Oh Gawd!" he exclaimed. "Please Claire, please stop."

Halting her touch of his cock, but leaving her finger in place, she said, "Really? You really want me to stop all of this?"

After a momentary pause, she resumed a light tickling right on the head of his cock, and wickedly whispered to him. "I think you would actually like being fingered. You should know what we girls go through. Don't you think that is fair?"

Knowing that he was unlikely to answer just right now, she allowed her finger to snake its way inside him a bit deeper. He let out a low, deep moan. She decided a little more torture would serve him well and pulling his cock sort of backwards and away from his body, gave it several long, tight strokes.

As his sphincter finally started to relinquish its vice-like grip from her finger, she inserted her finger all the way inside of him, held there for several seconds, and then began sawing her way in and out of him. Very, very slowly at first. Then a little faster.

When he almost imperceptibly used what little slack in the bindings there was in order to grind back against her invasion, she picked up the tempo.

"You like this, don't you Ethan?" When his reply was one of silence. She stopped her movement inside him completely but left her finger embedded all the way inside him.

She leaned across him and as if it were a secret, and whispered softly right in his ear, "It's OK to like this my little one. My bad, bad, misbehaving professor. I know that you like it. It's OK to tell me. I promise I won't tell anyone."

Again, she used a teasing touch to drive his cock crazy. She then rotated her finger around inside him, and following what she remembered from the Web, located the hard, walnut-sized gland in his anal cavity that was his prostate. Once she had her finger in the right spot, she lightly began rubbing it and that pushed him to a new and heightened state of arousal.

It was all too much for the professor. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhh", yes I want your finger inside me please."

"I'm not sure I understand. Could you please repeat that for me?" she teased.

"I want your finger inside, please, please now."

"You like me fingering me, don't you Ethan?"

"Yes! Yes", he practically shouted. "Please finger me. I deserver it"

With a huge and wicked smile, she obliged and alternatively sawed her finger in and out and worked his prostate.

Claire noticed his rectum was now very loose around her finger as he was clearly enjoying the attention he was receiving. On top of it all, that cock that she would occasionally stroke was now dripping pre-cum. Oh this was going well. She was delighted to be running the show and her wetness was growing.

She wickedly said to him, "Don't move a muscle," and laughed at her comment.

As she slowly removed her finger, she could have sworn she heard him emit a disappointed sound. A huge smile crossed her face as warmth spread between her legs. She took a few minutes to let him come back to earth and used the opportunity to rub her clit as she sat next to him.

She wasn't sure how it happened, but it came quickly and unexpectedly; faster than ever before, and just like that, she had a little mini-orgasm. Biting her lip so as to stay quiet, she momentarily shuddered as the waves washed over her. Gawd it felt good to have at least a little relief, but she was worried that he may have noticed.

With her guard ever so slightly lowered, and his cock staring her right in the face. She quickly made the decision right then and there that he would eventually receive relief from her that night. She just had to see that monster spurt. She could have tried to find the resolve to leave him hanging, but damn, she deserved the opportunity to see that glorious penis shoot everywhere.

So quickly returning her attention to her victim, she took the bottle of lubricant and aimed it so that the droplets would land right in his now slightly open anus. God was it hot - seeing how his body was practically begging for attention in a place that had never been explored before.

Claire's hand-eye coordination proved sound as her aim was perfect. "Arrrrggggghhhh" was all that he could muster as the lube entered him. Claire didn't wait. This time she took two fingers and applied pressure.

"Oh my god, what are you doing?" he practically shouted aloud. Claire ignored him and continued insistently on her mission to violate him in this way. As her fingers slid into him, his rectum felt impossibly full. And to her pleasure, after a brief period for him to adapt, she still managed to saw in and out of him.

Teasing even more, she implored him, "How does it feel to be fingered like a woman? I know you like it. It's OK. It can stay our secret."

She once again took hold of his beautiful penis, but gently, not in a way that would push him beyond the point of no return. She couldn't allow that just yet.

A fine sheen of sweat had appeared on his body and Claire realized that as she simultaneously worked his anal/prostate area and his cock, the time would never be better as far as him being at his weakest.

"Do you want to cum?" she teasingly enquired.

"Please. Please. More than anything!"

"Hmmmmm. Well let's have a quick talk." And with that, she kept two fingers buried inside of him and her hand firmly gripping his shaft, but neither moving one iota.

"Here is the arrangement I will make. You have an upper-level class next semester that I will enroll in. After receiving my well deserved A THIS semester, I will go on to quickly master your class NEXT semester and will also receive an A. Are we clear so far?"

As her professor lay on his stomach, bonds tied off tightly, ass upturned and available to Claire, and cock on full display, he had little choice but to quickly agree.

"Great", she exclaimed. Now one final item, and you will get what YOU want.

"Ms. Parsons, what more can I possibly give you?"

"I am going to keep the original of your note. It will be returned to you at the end of next semester. But in the meantime, once a week, you will graciously invite me back to your home and ask me for the favor of sexually dominating you. After all, I haven't even properly spanked you yet. You have badly misbehaved, and for that, we will have to address that in our next session. Sound fair?"

He was silent for several long seconds. As if to give him a little motivation, Claire lovingly squeezed his large and still fully erect penis, and fucked in and out of his ass with some long slow strokes.

"Ok, OK. You win. Now please, haven't I done what you wanted?"

"Oh yes! Yes you have Ethan. You are such a gorgeous creature and I love playing with your body. And just to show you that I recognize your sacrifice, I have a little gift for you."

Keeping a firm grip on his cock, she removed her fingers from deep inside him, but quickly had a new weapon lubed and at the ready. With the blindfold on, he couldn't see it of course, but when this unseen hard piece of rubber insisted on entry, he could certainly feel it.

Claire had taken a vibrating prostate massager, and as she steadily worked it into him, he was stretched even wider than what her two fingers had previously demanded

Finally, with an almost audible "pop", in it went.

"Good Gawd", he cried out. "That thing is huge."

Claire was beyond delight, as she knew that this device curved up and against his super-sensitive prostate. God bless the Web she thought! What an ingenious idea for controlling a man!

With this toy firmly embedded in place, Claire complemented him on his composure.

"Please, please Claire. In need relief like I have never needed it before. I beg of you."

He hadn't realized it, but this was exactly what her dominant side craved to hear.

"That's my good little one." she crooned. "I'll take care of you soon, I promise."

And with that she began to slowly, slowly increase the speed of the stroking of his cock. She made sure she has rubbing across the sensitive head of his iron hard shaft, and she could tell when his excitement started to rise. He was getting close. She could tell now as his balls were tightly drawn up against his body.

She quickly reached down and switched the vibrating device of the prostate massager imbedded deep inside him to the "on" position.

He howled with pleasure and begin shaking and trembling. Over and over he cried out, yelling her name. She maximized the speed of her right hand on his cock and took her left, and firmly gripped his balls.

"Ohhhhhhhh myyyyyyyyyyy gawd." He repeated this phrase at least a half dozen times, and as his orgasm neared, his body pulled against its bindings with uncontrolled desire.

"Gawd this is hot" thought Claire as she became really worked up. She had completely controlled this man and manipulated every thing from him that she wanted. And now, as she skillfully guided him to an orgasm, she realized how stimulated she was. There was no avoiding it - she was going to cum too.

As her strokes continued, he grunted and thrashed around but Claire held him tightly, continue to milk his cock for all she was worth. As his spurting started, Claire was amazed at she shear volume of it. He groaned and moaned and humped his hips up and down as ropes of cum shot in different directions. Claire was delirious in what she had caused and kept her grip tightly on his cock and moving her other hand, manipulated the toy around inside of him.

Eventually as his orgasm finally began to subside, the enormity of what she had done washed over her.

She had completely dominated this man and had him begging. His sexual released was something that she completely owned and was in charge of. It was all too much, and while continuing to hold his penis with one hand, almost as if for balance, she quickly took her other hand and worked her magic on her clit. In her state, it didn't take much, and as she replayed in her mind the scenes of her domination over her professor, waves of pleasure enveloped her entire being. This was more than an orgasm driven from attention to her clit, this was an orgasm that was borne out her brain.

Her body was experiencing a high that no drug could ever match. As the power of the orgasm engulfed her, her muscles basically failed her, and finally releasing his cock from her grip, she fell back onto the bed as a wetness she had never experienced before flooded her.

After several minutes, Claire recovered enough to regain some semblance of order, and made quick work of removing the restraints that had securely held Professor Butler. He was still breathing quite hard and even though his gorgeous cock was slowly losing its size of a few minutes earlier, he was apparently to exhausted to move just at the moment.

Claire stood up and quickly dressed, then said to him, "I want to complement you on your ability to follow my instructions; I'm impressed. But you should always remember the arrangement you have made with me tonight. Simply hold up your end of the deal, and you shall the original of your note back in due time."

"I will be back one week from tonight at same time. Between now and then, I am prohibiting you from having any orgasms. If you can manage to continue to follow instructions, you may be granted relief. Do you have any questions?"

"No Ms. Parsons. None," he softly replied.

"Good. Then is there anything before I leave."

With some hesitancy, he said, "Yes, yes there is."

"Well, what is it?"

Still lying face down and fully exposed with his legs spread apart, he said louder than before, "Thank you Ms. Parsons."

Her entire being lit up as a huge smile appeared on her face, "Why you're very welcome Ethan. We will see you in a week."

And without another word, she swept out of his room.

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Apr 9, 2018 in anal