by Jocelyn Gray
Shivering, Mason thought of his stained boxers. She wouldn't really do that, would she? Without even thinking about it, he knew the answer. She most certainly would.
Hating himself for it, he stuck out his tongue, and he ran it over the surface of her hand. The stickiness of his semen stuck to the contours of his tongue. Lapping it up, he tried to ignore her sniggers.
Yes, Julia was having a very good time.
"Good boy. Now, I'm going to go off to class. And when you arrive, I want you to remember this lesson. Understand?"
He didn't respond quite fast enough, so she spanked his naked bottom again. "Do you understand?"
"Yes, I understand," he finally replied.
"Don't think there won’t be consequences for your refusal to obey me just now," Julia promised him. She grabbed her purse, threw it over her shoulder, and she skipped out of the room.
As hard as he tried, Mason couldn't explain what happened.
Professor Stratus strolled into class, his features set.
No one could really tell, but he was gritting his teeth as he kept his back to his students while he wrote the agenda on the board. Fortunately, this class only lasted an hour.
Finished writing on the board, he had to turn around. "Good morning," he said.
For the most part, he only faced bored college students, mostly freshmen and a sophomore or two.
Right away, his eyes skimmed over Julia’s beautiful face. Furtive so no one else would see, she gave him a little wave. She even puckered her lips and blew him a kiss, one which no one else would notice.
Doing his best not to blush, Mason started talking about the material. He had his students open up their textbooks, and he reviewed the readings. Within a few minutes, everything started to feel normal.
But then, Julia raised her hand.
At first, he ignored her. But when she cleared her throat, he knew that he was going to pay for it if he completely disregarded her in class. Doing his best not to sigh with frustration, he pointed at her. "Yes, Julia, do you have something you'd like to add?"
"Mason, I think you're mistaken about the point you made on page thirty-two.”
"Excuse me?"
Whereas his students had been drowsy and bored just a few seconds ago, he could feel the energy in the room change. These were freshmen, students who usually didn't care about the content of this course, only now one of their peers challenged him.
That didn't happen every day. Not only that, she used his first name.
"What, what do you mean?" Mason didn't want to stammer. He didn't want to stutter either, yet he could still feel the weakness from his orgasm weigh down his body. In some ways, he felt like he was trying to lecture through molasses.
Sitting up a little bit more, Julia smiled at him. "You said the thesis statement should come at the end of the first paragraph of the essay, right?"
"I did," he agreed with the sense he was walking into a trap.
"But it clearly says back on page thirty-two that the thesis statement can take place anywhere in the introduction. Wouldn't it be silly to make this sweeping generalization? Aren't you always telling us that we need to be flexible when it comes to writing?"
Several of her classmates started to snicker, and Mason could only grab at the edge of his like turn, holding it so tight that his knuckles turned white.
He opened his mouth, ready with a sharp retort, but then she smiled at him, and he remembered how easily she could blackmail him. With just a few words, an e-mail or a phone call, Julia really could destroy his career.
Remembering all of this, he swallowed back what he intended to say. Clearing his head, he tried to flash a genuine smile and said, "Julia, that's very good. Yes, the thesis statement can go anywhere in introduction."
"Thank you, Mason," she said, speaking loudly.
She was thanking him, practically dismissing him with a wave of her hand.
It happened again and again over the next forty-five minutes.
Finally, she pointed out a comma splice on the board. Inhaling, Mason really didn't know how much more he could tolerate.
"I wouldn't worry about it too much. We all make mistakes, right? Isn't that what you're always telling us about writing, how you have to get feedback from other people so you can find all of your mistakes, Mason?"
There. She did it again, using his first name.
"Yes, that's what I tell you,” he admitted.
"Don't worry about it. We are all here to help you."
He glared at her with everything he had, but she wasn't done yet. "You know, since we have been so helpful, maybe you should thank everyone in the class. Don't you think that would be a good idea, Mason?"
Right away, he parted his lips, and he was going to tell her to get out. As the teacher in the classroom, he had the authority to remove any of his students. Already, he could tell a great deal of damage had been done to his credibility.
His other students were leaned forward, watching, giggling and smirking, passing notes, not that Mason could do anything about it. He had all of his focus on Julia.
"Thank you, Julia. Thank you for your help."
"You mean you're thanking me for correcting your behavior?" Julia said, cruel and precocious all of the same time.
"Yes, thank you for correcting my behavior," he said.
“And the rest of the class?”
Shutting his eyes for an instant, he did everything he could to school his features. His students didn’t need to see his frustration. Then he tried again, “Thank you everyone for helping me.”
“For correcting your behavior?” she asked.
“Yes, for correcting my behavior.” By this point, he knew he had failed. His face must have been glowing bright red.
The clock finally hit the hour, so Mason dismissed his class.
Right away, his students started to file out of the room. They had other courses they had to get to, other lectures they needed to hear. Meanwhile, Mason turned his back to his class again, wiping down every little bit of ink from the whiteboard.
When he turned around, he fervently hoped that Julia would be gone.
She wasn't.
She was still seated at her desk, and she asked him, "Mason, is there another class in here after ours?"
Worried she might actually know the truth, he shook his head. "No, there isn't another classic here ‘til the afternoon.”
The professor could feel his mouth go dry. His heart was beating because she had something in mind, something she wanted to do.
"If that's the case, I want you to be a good boy for me. Go over to the door, shut it, and lock it.”She spoke with the confidence that he would never disobey an order from her.
"Why? What are you thinking?"
A corner of her mouth rose into a cocky smirk. "I'm thinking that when I give you an order, you have to obey it. You know what happens if you don't, don't you? You remember our little conversation in your office, don't you?"
Again, he glowered back at her, not that Julia cared. If anything, she derived a great deal of pleasure from his frustration, his aggravation.
Defeated, the teacher bowed his head low, and he quickly cut down the aisles, going toward the door. He had his key out. Normally, it felt like a symbol of his station, one more sign of how he was in charge within these rooms. At this campus, he was supposed to be near the top of the totem pole, yet this young girl managed to change all that.
Helpless, he shut the door and locked it, just the way she ordered.
"Back to the front of the room," she said.
Keeping his eyes aimed down at the floor, he did so. He didn't want to look at her. Somehow, seeing this young, beautiful girl give him orders only heightened his sense of shame.
He returned to the front of the class, and he could only wait for further instructions.
"Mason, I do enjoy the way you lecture. You saunter back and forth, always so confident, always so arrogant. When you're in front of our class, you always mak
e it sound like you know everything. Even when someone else has a valid perspective or opinion, you make it sound like you're the smartest one in the room."
"I—”
Julia lifted one finger, silencing him. "Don't interrupt, boy. Now, as I was saying, you always come off as so condescending. Well, I think you need a little dose of humility. That's why you're going to show me just how good you can be. I want you to get down on your hands and knees; then I want you to crawl toward me."
"I'm not going to crawl," Mason said, straightening his back and doing his best to reclaim his status.
"You're going to crawl, or you're going to go to jail." Her eyes sparkled. She loved reminding him of everything she knew.
Defeated once again, Mason felt his knees buckle, and he was kneeling in front of her. But that wasn't good enough, so he extended his body, dropping down onto his hands as well. While she watched, Mason started to crawl toward her desk. Then she snapped her fingers, guiding him right under her desk.
"Good boy. You see, it's not so hard to obey, is it?"
When he didn't respond right away, she nudged him with her foot.
"No, it isn't."
Julia pulled back her skirt, she peeled her panties down until they were around her knees, and Mason caught a glimpse of her slit. He saw the way her excitement glistened along her pussy.
Despite everything, he felt his cock twitch at the sight of her opening. "I'm going to sit here and do my homework. While I'm doing it, you're going to be busy eating me out."
"Please, Julia, isn't there something else I could do? Can't I just give you an A?"
"Oh no. I'm very interested in your class. I want to earn the grades I receive." Then, she snapped her finger, and she pointed back down to her slit. She spread her legs, except Mason couldn't do it.
Fortunately, Julia was going to be patient with him this time. She moved her hand under her desk, she found his hair, and she grabbed it, pulling him forward. His scalp stung, right up until that moment when his lips brushed along her opening.
Julia didn't release him, but she did relax her grip on his hair. "Be a good boy. Be a good teacher and show me just what you can do with that mouth and tongue."
Helpless to resist this girl, he stuck out his tongue, and he started to lick at her opening, lapping up her excitement. Her juices filled his senses, the heat of her thighs and body mixing with his own. Before long, his heart was pounding even though he only moved his tongue and neck.
Sitting at her desk, as she always did, Julia kept her textbook in front of her. To keep this interesting, she did her absolute best to focus on her reading. She scanned across the text, learning new factoids and absorbing pieces of advice about paragraph and essay structure. Really, it was actually rather fascinating, especially when she had her teacher under her desk, giving her the right kind of motivation.
Oh yes, she loved having her professor on his hands and knees, forced to serve her.
In spite of everything he probably wanted to believe about himself, Mason made and effective slave boy. He had a talented tongue, slipping it from side to side, teasing and massaging her clitoris.
"Yes, just like that. Yes, you're doing such a good job. Yes, maybe I will even bring you an apple. Would you like that, Mason? Would you like me to put an apple on your desk when you come back to class? You’ll be able to look at it and know what you've done to earn it."
He groaned with frustration, but Julia didn't care because his tongue continued to swirl and tease her body. She loved every flick, every energized turn and spin. Heart pounding, she gripped the edges of her desk, and she closed her eyes, lifting her chin.
At the back of her mind, she kept teasing him, only now she could no longer hear her own voice. Rather, she embraced her pleasure, savoring the way her subjugated teacher continued to please her.
The orgasm exploded through her body, and she reached under her desk, shoving her teacher back. Right away, he wiped her juices from his lips, and she watched, her face flushed.
"You're dismissed," she said to him, slowly pulling her panties back in the place.
For once, Mason didn't need to be told twice. He shot back up onto his feet, he grabbed his stuff, and he rushed out of the room. She watched him go, always amused by her pet teacher.
Mason didn't know how to process anything from that day. He had two more classes, and he went to each of them, terrified Julia would decide to sit in.
For once, luck happened to be on his side, and he just gave his normal lectures. Then he rushed back to his car, worried she might be there as well. Finally, he started to drive back to his house, feeling a little bit better about all of this.
Okay, so he had at least a night before he had to go to work again. That gave him a good twelve or fourteen hours to figure out what to do.
Bribery obviously wasn't going to work, so it had to be something else. Maybe he could find another computer programmer, someone on campus? If he could find proof she had hacked into the university network, then that would be grounds for expulsion. He would be able to hold something over her head as well…
Those ideas bubbled at the back of his mind as he got out of his car. He already had the key to his house in hand.
"Hi there, pet," came her voice.
Mason had been so focused on turning the tables that he hadn't noticed the young woman sitting on his porch.
"What, what you doing here?" Deciding to alter his course of action, Mason stood up straight, and he pushed as much authority into his voice as he could manage. "Julia, this is my home, so you need to leave right now. I will see you in class."
Striding like a powerful professor, he walked right by her and went to his door. He had his key out, but just as he started to turn it, Julia popped back up onto her feet, and then she grabbed his ear.
This caught him off guard, and the sudden pain nearly overwhelmed him. She tilted his body to the side, making it easier for her to speak to him. "Oh no, pet. Don't you remember what I said this morning in your office? I said I own you now, and that hasn't changed. Now, welcome me into my new house."
"Your new house?" He couldn't help but repeat those three words. They sounded so absolutely wrong, so fundamentally incorrect.
Julia released him, and then she put her hand on his chest. She barely touched him, yet he still fell back, hitting his front door. She may have been shorter than him, except that didn't matter. There was something about the passion and intensity of her gaze, the way she stared at him like a predator enjoying the sight of prey.
"That's right. You've been a very bad boy, breaking so many laws. Since I own you, I own everything you own."
Blinking, Mason didn't know how to react. He couldn’t think of any way to disagree with her, so he simply stood there, his back pressed against the door. She smiled at him, her grin alluring and seductive. "Now be a good boy, and open the door to welcome your new owner home."
Hands shaking, Mason complied. Honestly, he just didn't know what else to do. He opened the door, and he watched as she stepped inside as though she owned the place.
"Be a dear and grabbed my backpack and purse," she commanded.
Hissing through his teeth, Mason glanced down at the porch. He spotted the bags, and he grabbed each one, following his student back into his house.
They were now in the main entryway. "This is not a bad place," she said to him. "I think I will be very comfortable here," she decided, tilting her head from side to side as she weighed out the different possibilities for this space.
"I think you should give me a tour."
"Julia, you can't do this to me. You can't just try to take over.”
Maybe he wanted to say more, but she spun around, and she touched his chin. All of a sudden, he found himself unable to speak as he peered down into her beautiful eyes. "Mason, I can do whatever I want because you don't want to go to jail. It's as simple as that.”
Coming from her, it really did sound so simple.
"I know you're going
to need several reminders. If you disobey me or defy me, then I'm going have to punish you. That's how this is going to work from now on. Now, tell me you understand."
"I understand," Mason replied glumly.
She held out her hand, and he reluctantly took it. "Now, show me my new house."
Mouth dry, Mason escorted her through his home. He silently guided her from the entryway into the living room. He showed her the kitchen with the island in the middle. There, Julia stepped off to the side, and she examined the contents of his cabinets. She checked the refrigerator.
With every step the glance, she came off a lot like a prospective buyer. She was examining a piece of property which she might claim.
No, Mason realized with a look of chagrin. She wasn't deciding if she was going to claim this property. Oh no, she had already taken it, and now she merely needed to inspect what she already owned.
After the kitchen, they went into the living room. "Very nice TV," she said, mocking him. It was rather large. It was probably the nicest thing he owned. "Now the bedrooms," she commanded.
He showed her one of the rooms, though he had it turned into a small library. After that, Mason took her to his home office where he usually graded papers. Finally, he couldn't put off the inevitable any longer. He opened the double doors into his master bedroom.
Her eyes swept over the bad, the various mirrors, and she contemplated everything that would happen here. "There is lots of room right here at the foot of the bed," she decided.
"Why does that matter?"
"Because that's where I'm going to make you sleep, silly," she told him, tracing her fingers along the length of his jaw.
His mouth fell open for a moment, so totally unable to comprehend exactly what was happening. Julia didn't worry about it though. In time, he was going to learn. She intended to see to it.
"How does this make you feel?" Julia asked him.
"You're blackmailing me. How do you think I would feel?"
The pretty girl sauntered around him. He couldn't take his eyes off of her, no matter how much he wished to. She had on those same black boots and a dark, pleated skirt. Her white blouse completed her ensemble, giving her the air of a schoolgirl.
