Dr. Alicia Crane slowly paces in front of the class. She lectures as she walks, taking small steps to accommodate her pencil skirt. She lowers her glasses when she sees some guys goofing off and talking in the back of class. When she stops talking and stops moving, dropping the room into silence as the click of her heels and the sound of her voice evaporate, both boys look forward.
She arches one eyebrow and lets her frameless glasses slide down her nose a bit. “Is my lecture interrupting your conversation?”
Both boys stare at her, like they’re not entirely sure wat to say. She arches and eyebrow. “I asked you both a question and I expect an answer.”
“N-no, ma’am,” one says.
“Well clearly, your conversation must be incredibly important. Please, share with everyone,” she said, her voice more of a command than a suggestion.
Both look down. “It’s not important.”
“Then let’s stay focused. I know it’s a whole hour, but I’m sure the two of you can manage it as well as the rest of the class does. I’d hate to punish you,” she said, her voice remaining severe.
Both men nodded weakly. As Dr. Crane continued her lesson on social deviance, focusing on societal expectations versus personal desire, she noticed a particular spark in a student’s eyes. She likes it. He’s clearly absorbing the information like a sponge.
Once class ends, the students start to leave, but Dr. Crane clears her throat. The two students who were talking approach slowly. They look at her, ogling her in her white button up and pencil skirt. She knows how she looks. Despite being twenty years older than them – easily – she still looks good, looks like she’s in her mid-thirties. Her shiny brown hair is always left down with a single curl at the end of her hair which sometimes makes it look like it’s cupping her breast. Her full breasts are still perky and full, making it hard to keep every button done on her shirt. The pencil skirts she wears accentuate her figure, showing off her hourglass shape.
“Next time you speak during my class, you will be agreeing to participate in a demonstration. There are plenty of instances of deviance and punishment I’d be happy to enlighten the class on,” she warns.
One of them smirks. “I might like that.”
“Ah, so next week, you’d love for the class to see how much you’d love to be a submissive and receive a spanking, or talk about the pornography you watch, how many hours a week you watch it, when you started, and whether you’ve been caught doing so by your parents?” she asks sharply.
The smirk disappears. Neither boy speaks. She inclines her head. “In my class I expect you to focus unless you have a personal emergency. Then you may excuse yourself. You’re not the only one paying for your education, so don’t ruin it for the others in this room. I expect you to act like an adult. If you don’t or can’t, I will treat you like a child.”
“Yes, ma’am,” both said before shuffling out of her room before she could dig into their disobedience any further.
She brushed her dark hair behind one shoulder and noticed one student still lingering in class. She looked him over with her gorgeous dark eyes as he waited patiently, obediently, for her attention.
“Yes … Will?” She asked, sure that was what his name was.
He nodded. “Ja, I have questions on if this is just about American social deviance or if it applies to more countries. I grew up in Germany and a few other countries, and have seen that thins are different.”
“That would make a fascinating semester project. You could do a comparative analysis,” she says simply.
“And you’d like that?” His blue eyes shine as she tucks his dark blonde hair back. She’s noticed him plenty, always soaking up her lectures, asking intelligent questions, always smiling a little wider when she compliments the question he asks or the way he answers questions. “You’d like to read something like that.”
“Just make sure it’s on specific vein of deviance. For example, racial tension may not be ideal, but sexual deviance -as it’s been construed, theft, gangs, anything along those lines,” she advises.
“Of course, of course.”
She considers what’s on her mind and decides to push ahead even though it’s not the smartest thing she’s done in her long career. She knows that Wiliam is at least twenty-one and while she’s not supposed to have any relationship with her students outside the classroom, if it’s for an essay.
“And if you were to decide to do sexual deviance in a comparative way, I’d be happy to help, to display some of the more … deviant aspects I’ve seen over the years, been engaged in … and so on.”
He perks up immediately, beaming. “I’d appreciate that! I’m eager to get started and create something you’ll enjoy.”
“Show me what you have planned on Monday and if it meets my expectations, I’ll give you some private lessons, lectures, and demonstrations,” she offers.
He inclines his head.
“Good boy. Go on to your next class before you’re late,” she says in a gentle command.
He flashes a huge smile at the minor praise and hurries on his way while Alicia takes a few steadying breath. She fans her face, eager to see exactly how obedient her student is.
*
Monday, Wiliam gives Dr. Crane his idea. He’s learned the BDSM specifically is more widely accepted in Germany as is sexuality as a whole. Pornography is rougher, and he’s seen plenty of things he wishes he hadn’t while there. Japan is also aware of the highly sexual nature of it’s populace. He eagerly gives her the list of what he’d like to cover – namely, the way ‘deviance’ is used in each country comparatively and how it can become confusing or cause a shock when a person moves between countries.
At the end of class, he reports to his professor. She’s gorgeous, has a sharp, no-nonsense edge that makes him eager to please. He appreciates a powerful woman and always has. She reminds him of his teachers in Germany.
He pushes his long hair back as she looks over his proposal. She writes something on it and hands it back. “I expect you to be on time and ready to learn. There’s no going back, Wiliam. There’s also an expectation of anonymity. Is that clear? My name is not to appear in you essay.”
“Ja, Dr. Crane.”
She looks at him for a long moment. He continues to wait. She hasn’t dismissed him. The corner of her red lips turns up and she stands, walking towards him, then walking around him. “You will be a good boy for me, won’t you? To save yourself some punishment?”
“I will not be late.”
She tugs on his bun, pulling him back. Even in her heels she’s shorter, but at the sharp tug, he finds himself slumping back enough that she can whisper in his ear. “That wasn’t the question, Will. I certainly hope you’ll do better in my home. I have more ways to punish there than by raising my voice or dropping your grade.”
“Yes, Dr. Crane,” he replied, feeling heat snake through his body.
“You’re dismissed.”
He left the room obediently and looked at his paper. There was an address and a time written in red. He knew he wouldn’t be late.
He dressed properly in black boxers, jeans, and a t-shirt that showed off plenty of the tattoos he’d gotten while living in L.A. As he drives to her house, he’s not entirely sure what he’s getting into. He’s never really wanted to explore the BDSM kind of thing and he’s not entirely sure what he’s getting himself into, but he’s eager to learn more. He wants to please his professors, wants to be the best person he can and knows that only comes with time and experience. He’s willing to put the work in as long as he gets what he’s after.
He knocks lightly on her door when he arrives, exactly on time. It opens to reveal Dr. Crane in a black blazer that only has two buttons, revealing the inner curves of her full breasts and a short black skirt. She watches him over her black rimmed glasses. “You’re late.”
His throat bobs. “Dr. Crane, I believe …. well, my clock could be slow-”
“If you’re not five minutes early you’re late. Go inside, Wiliam,” she orders.
He walks inside, noticing how dark her home seems to be. There are plenty of odd abstract paintings on the wall, but the deeper into her home he walks, the sultrier and more dangerous it seems.
Dr. Crane walks around Wiliam when he turns to face her and she sits down in an ornate chair that doesn’t have armrests. She pats her knee. “You’re going to be punished for being late. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Dr. Crane.”
“You are only to call me mistress. I’m going to teach you about power imbalance and domination today. The release of control and how pleasure and pain are tightly intertwined. Do you understand?”
“Yes … mistress,” he breathes, his heart racing in his chest.
She nods in approval. “Strip down to your underwear. Nothing else is to be on you,” she orders.
She watches as he strips and it makes him blush. He’s never been so focused in his life. She runs her finger along her chin, then over her bottom lip. He shudders. “And this lesson?”
“It’s clearly the first of many since you’re not able to behave. If you want to know about what happens behind closed doors here, what’s considered truly deviant, you have to think about the social complexities in a male dominated country. What’s more deviant than a man willingly giving that power up to a woman in a prelude to sex?” she asks.
She keeps lecturing as he strips until he’s standing in front of her in his boxers. She taps her chin, then uncrosses her legs. “Lay across my legs.”
Wiliam hesitates and she hisses. “Now.”
He immediately jumps to obey, not wanting to upset her further. He lays over her legs and she roughly jerks his boxers down. Before he can ask, her hand comes down on his ass. The feeling reminds him of punishments as a child but feels twice as lewd. She spanks him again, and again, each sharp slap echoing until his face burns with embarrassment and pain.
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“Don’t you appreciate this lesson and my time?” She demands, spanking him again, so he lurches forward and covers his mouth with his hand to stop the sound from leaving his throat. “Don’t’ you respect all the effort I’m taking to teach you?”
“Yes! Yes, mistress!” He says loudly.
“Then you should be thanking me with each swat and counting for me. Why are you making me do more work? It’s like you don’t want any of the pleasure, just the pain.”
He obediently starts counting the swats and thanking her.
“Six … thank you, mistress.” He says weakly before another blow lands. “Seven! Thank you, mistress.”
The torture continues until his eyes are pricking with tears and even the weight of the air on his ass causes him pain. He’s never felt so raw, so exposed and humiliated, so powerless compared to a woman. He shudders, then bites out ‘fifteen.’
She stops and gently soothes his ass with her warm palm. “You take punishment so well. I knew you would when I saw you. So humble, so focused, always waiting for an order. You were made to be dominated, weren’t you, pet?”
“Yes mistress.”
“Such a good boy,” she praises. “My good boy, aren’t you?”
He shudders and almost looks at her. Her praise is so sweet and he earned it. He earned it by taking the punishment well. He almost feels a smile. “I’m yours, mistress.”
“Prove it. Get on your knees in front of me,” she orders.
Wiliam has to move slowly since he can feel how weak his legs are, but he gets on his knees in front of her. His cock strains against his boxers until Dr. Crane slides her bare foot over his thigh, hooks her toes in the elastic hem and drags it down until his cock pop frees. She nods once, like she approves of the size.
“A good length and thickness, but do you know how to deal with it? Can you last long?” She asks.
“I … um … I haven’t gotten complaints,” he answers.
“Well, most girls don’t know what to expect from a man. I’m a woman. You’ll have to prove you can please me, pet,” she says. She spreads her legs, showing she’s not wearing panties. “So you’re going to eat me out and make me cum while you masturbate. If you feel yourself getting close, you’re going to stop touching yourself for ten seconds, then go back to it. Again and again until I come. Do you understand me?”
“Yes, mistress.”
“If you break my rule, I will use a flogger on your red ass until you feel it branded on your skin while you sit in my class,” she threatens.
With that, she moves to the very edge of the seat. He leans forward, then looks up at her. He’s shocked he doesn’t just dive in like he wants to when he sees her wet, glistening pussy. She arches an eyebrow. “Don’t you want to taste me?”
“Yes, mistress … you haven’t … you haven’t given permission,” he explains, face going red again. He sounds like a wimp and knows it.
She smiles in reward and that humiliation he felt twists into joy. She strokes through his hair, grabs his bun, then jerks him forward until his nose is between her folds. “Eat me out, pet. And touch yourself.”
It’s torture. Being able to taste her, to hear her monas, to enjoy her while he has to edge himself. He jerks off, bringing himself closer and closer to the edge until his hips flex forward, then she orders him to stop touching himself. It feels like it takes hours to make her come. When her head falls back and she moans, rubbing herself on his face as she holds him in place, he’s breathless, half lost to a trance, completely stupid for her.
His hands fall to the floor as she stands and looks down at his wet beard, shiny lips, aching cock. “Are you my good boy, Wil? Are you going to keep being my good boy?”
“Yes, mistress. I’m yours. I want to be yours.”
“Then you’re going to keep edging yourself until we meet again on Wednesday. I want you to keep playing with your cock until you’re so desperate to cum you can’t think of anything else. And then, when you’re ready to beg, you’ll still have to wait.”
He shudders. “But-”
She grips his hair and jerks his head back. “Do you want me to fuck you? Do you want to show me how much pleasure you can really have or is that too hard for you as a big strong man?”
He licks his lips. “It’s not too hard, mistress.”
“Good. I expect you to text me whenever you masturbate. Show me you’re not coming. And if you’re good, you’ll get your reward on Wednesday,” Dr. Crane dismisses. “Get dressed and leave pet.”
Wiliam obeys over the next two days. He jerks himself off regularly, using lube and lotion. He texts her obediently, then shows her when she orders it. He never lets himself come. By the time he goes to class Wednesday, he feels like he’s in a trance, just doing what he’s told and nothing else. His dick hurts from the lack of release and he can’t think about anything but Dr. Crane, pleasing her, finally getting his release.
She inclines her head to him and he receives his essay back with a sticky note telling him what time to come over. He murmurs ‘yes mistress’ and she smiles and answers with ‘good boy’ before sending him on his way.
*
Alicia watches as Wiliam comes in. He immediately strips down to his boxers – white this time – and gets on his knees in front of her chair, stroking himself. When he groans and grunts, he stops. Again and again as she rubs her pussy for him to see.
“You want to feel my pussy around you, little pet?” She asks.
“Yes, please, mistress. Please. I need you,” he moans.
“You want release or you want me?”
“You, mistress.”
His eyes are glassy, but wild. His jaw tight, the need so clear in his eyes, that he’s half crazed, almost goofy with the need to come. She spreads her legs. “Eat my pussy. Convince me that you’re still a good boy.”
He doesn’t hesitate. Only murmurs “Yes, mistress” then gets to work. He’s so good with his mouth. Unlike last time, when he was clearly overthinking, this time he’s completely dedicated to the task at hand. He exploits every moan she gives him. When she tells him he’s a good boy, he focuses on that specific spot, feasting on her until she comes and moans, her hips still rocking forward.
He looks at her with a hopeful, dopy smile despite how wet his face is. She smiles. “Good boy. You’ve already come so far.”
She pushes him back with a foot, so he sprawls onto his back, his chest rising and falling quickly, his cock twitching as he continues stroking himself. He grunts and his hand falls to the side.
“Such a good boy. You’re a good sub and you like being my good boy, don’t you?”
“Yes, mistress. So much. I like your domination,” he says, the same dopy smile on his face. “I’m so free.”
“That’s right. A big strong man,” she says as she stands over him, undoing the tie holding her dress together and letting it drop to the floor, “who doesn’t want to make a single choice. I’ll make them all for you. I’ll reduce you to my slave, obedient, perfect, thoughtless.”
She kneels down, then slides down his thick cock. She moans with him and holds him down, her hand around his throat. “You don’t cum until I tell you and if you make me stop because you cum or you can’t handle it before I finish, I’ll punish you.”
“Yes, mistress. I’ll be so good.”
“I know you will. Prove it,” she orders.
She fucks him hard and fast, taking him how she needs without thinking about what will make him come. Her hips rock forward and back to maximize her pleasure. Wil’s face goes red, he grits his teeth, he begs her to cum, ask her what she needs to finish, but she chokes him harder as he writhes under her, his hips lifting to fill her again and again until she finally cums.
She gets off him, then tastes herself on his cock while sitting on his face. “You get to come this time, but you better be fucking my pussy with your tongue the whole time.”
It takes him less than a minute to flood her mouth and throat with his come. He doesn’t stop licking even as he’s shaking, even when she continues to suck him despite his whining and squirming.
Once she has her fill, she stands and looks him over while wiping her lips. “That’s your second lesson. We still have a long way to go pet. I’ll have to keep training you all semester.”
He grins the same dopy, exhausted smile. “I’m looking forward to it.”
