1. The Professor who said I was a Good Girl


    Date: 2/26/2016, Categories: True Story, Discipline, Domination/submission, Older Male / Female, Reluctance, School, Teen, Written by women, Young, Author: gingersaffron, Rating: 94.1, Source: sexstories.com

    smiled. "Well, you seem like a very good girl, Miss Mason. Which is why these grades are so confusing to me." "I know..." I sighed. The embarrassment was really getting to me. My face felt warm and tingly. "Sorry..." I said, and started to pull my sweater over my head. I realized I was feeling an extra breeziness...and that's when it hit me: my t-shirt was also being peeled off. "Oh my god." I ripped my shirt off the inside of my sweater to bring it down. My sweater was off, my shirt was on, but my dignity was definitely missing. "I'm so sorry about that, sir." My head hung down in shame and Professor Williams looked at me, slightly off-balanced himself. "Miss Mason," he started, "The only way you're going to pass this class, is if you do everything I say." I looked up at him, still slightly flushed. "Really? It's still possible?" "As long as you do everything I say-" "Absolutely." Our eyes locked in the first real eye contact we had made up to that point. "Good." He paused, and then... "Take off your shirt." I held my breath. "W-...what?" "If you want to pass this class, Miss Mason...you're going to have to do as I say." I felt my whole body light up in flames. I felt sweat on the nape of my neck. And a familiar heat in my groin. "Um...o-okay." With shaking hands, I took off my shirt to reveal the plain white bra I was never thinking would ever be seen by anyone else. I felt my nipples harden underneath the cups. Professor Williams looked at my chest, imagining what was ...
    hiding underneath. "Now the bra, please." I felt a tingling sensation all of a sudden. Was I really doing this? My shaky hands reached behind my back and I slowly fumbled with the clasp. I finally unhooked my bra, and slowly, as if doing it slower would mean more time my breasts were covered, I placed my bra in my lap. My breasts weren't overly large to not be able to wear certain low cut shirts or dresses, but large enough to fill a hand's worth. Professor Williams gazed at my breasts, his eyes soaking in my nude image. "Very good, Miss Mason." He got up, and slowly walked behind me, my nipples getting harder with each step closer he took. I felt his hands brush my breasts, as they then came back up to cup them. I could feel the blood travel to my nipples as they turned completely hard, and without wanting to, I let out a small moan. He removed his hands, and walked back to his seat. "You see, Miss Mason," He said as he sat down, "Even you will enjoy doing what I tell you to do." I could feel my breathing quicken. "I'd like you to take your pants off for me." I knew this was next, and all I could manage to say was, "Yes." Professor Williams looked at me with disapproval. "Yes, who?" I paused, until I said the first thing that popped into my head. "Yes, sir." "Very good." As I stood up, I could see his manhood through his pants, much larger and more swollen then before. I slowly unbuttoned my pants and zipped down my fly, pulling my pants down to my ankles, about to take my ...