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Chapter One: Professor Blackthorne was grading papers when I arrived. Suddenly, I felt quite nervous. I hadn't wanted to admit up until that point that I found him kind of intimidating.... |
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Chapter Six: “Close your eyes,” the professor said to me, lightly touching the center of my chest with his fingertips. I expected some sort of wonderfully sensual and erotic touch, then; not the cold blade of the knife that came next to my senses. |
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Chapter Two: My sweatpants were slowly being pulled over my ass. Oh my goodness. What underwear did I have on today? Oh no, my ugly flowered granny panties. How humiliating. Suddenly, there came Professor Blackthorne's flat hand slapping against one of my asscheeks...... |
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Chapter Seven: This close to his cock, with the faintest whiff of maleness through his clothes, my mouth filled with saliva. “You’re not good enough to suck his dick,” I heard from a far-off place in my mind. “He wouldn’t stick his dick in your mouth. You’re nothing.” |
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Chapter Three: "Undress." It was said casually, pleasantly, like someone asking you to pass the salt or open a window. But there was something about that quiet, casual tone that made my muscles comply, almost as if he were undressing me with my own hands.... |
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Chapter 8: “Ah yes, cum, you little brat,” Professor Blackthorne hissed through clenched teeth, as he flogged me in perfect, inexorable rhythm. “I knew you were a submissive from the moment I saw you. I knew you’d lift your arse up like a slut, just like that.” |
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Chapter Four: And just as I reached my limit (how did he know?), the punishment abruptly stopped. He rubbed my ass, slowly, almost reverentially, no doubt admiring its color. "Kneel at my feet," he said, and guided me... |
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Chapter 9: I felt awkward in my slutty glamour gear. Left to myself for a moment, I fumbled with the garters and marveled at the way the top of the corset held up my tits, making them spill over the top, offering them as if on a platter... |
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Chapter Five: My ass was raw from the spanking, and I had to shift around to get comfortable. I felt extremely vulnerable and a little awkward, lying naked on the floor, looking up at the fully-clothed professor. “Have you ever played with wax before?” he asked me softly. |
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