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Old 11-30-2012, 03:17 PM   #1
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a student humiliates her professor...

I glanced at my watch -- just a few minutes until I had to give a talk at the departmental colloquium. It was my last chance to impress the faculty before my tenure review. But I had a student here complaining about the grade she received on her paper. There was nothing particularly noticeable about her. She was short, a bit overweight. She was wearing a plunging neckline, revealing niceties, but I ignored them, as I've long-since trained myself to do. I could see her eyes glaze over as I explained the difference between accuracy and precision. It was a familiar expression, the one on her face -- it appears the moment they realize that I'm not going to raise their grade. At that moment, they couldn't care less the reasoning behind my decision. All that mattered was the outcome, the verdict. Once that was read, everything else was, as far as they're concerned, empty and formal bullshit.

She looked away, out the window, waiting for me to stop. I did. "This is bullshit," she said. I was a bit taken aback. She didn't seem the type. She came off as demure and passive. She filled the silence by repeating her trenchant observation: "Yea, this is bullshit." She looked right at me.

"Um, I have a presentation I have to give." I arose from *my seat. "I'm sorry you're disappointed."

She got up too. "You're sorry all right," she said, as she approached me.

I raised my eyebrows. "Excuse me?"

By now she was arm's length from me -- which is a lot closer than what the expression implies. "You're fucking pathetic. I don't care about my grade. I don't care about the nonsense you're teaching. What I *do* care about is the fact that you seem to think that you're better than me. That you deserve to have power over me. When in fact, you're a wimp, a loser, hiding behind your diplomas and your masturbatory intellectual bullshit and your academic position." Continuing her advance, I back away, until I bumped against the book shelf.

"Now look..." I tried to get control of the situation here.

"Another socially awkward sissy attempting to compensate for his shortcomings by climbing the academic latter -- earning laurels that makes him feel like a success, walking tall, when inside, you're still just a little *bitch*." She actually snarled. I stammered. I mean, she was right, of course, but no student had the perspicacity, not to mention the gumption, to see and state the obvious. In any case, I wasn't about to let this student take control of me in this way, regardless of how accurate her observations were.

"Young lady, this is harassment, you could get into-"

Her hand shot out and grabbed my crotch. Before I had a chance to react, her finger sought out the head of my penis, through my pants. I gasped. I was stunned. She pressed her palm against the top of my penis (my brain involuntarily struggled with the question: was that *called the 'dorsal' or 'ventral' side of my cock?) and her index and middle finger rubbing the underside -- through layers of clothing. It all took literally one second. She knew male sexual anatomy the way a contract killer knows pressure points -- her fingers, like tentacles, honed in on the weak spots, and manipulated them. I groaned.

"You're not just *any* bitch, honey. You're *my* bitch." She rubbed the tip of my cock, and I was like an insect wriggling under a pin. Reaching up, she grabbed a fist-full of hair on the back of my head, and pulled forward, until I was staring into her cleavage. "Take a nice long look. You've been trying not to, like a horny teenage boy, and now I'm giving you the chance to drink it in. C'mon."

With one hand gripping her hair, and her other manipulating my cock, I felt like a marionette -- unreal and disembodied. Her finger increased their pace. But then she suddenly stopped -- I moaned like an infant pulled away from a teat. "Don't worry my little sissy... I'm just checking to see..." her finger dug further into my crotch until they gripped my balls, and hefted them, weighing them. She looked away, squinting, like she was chicken-sexing me. "I'd say... yea, you'll come in about 20 seconds." She returned to her ministrations. I sighed.

With a violent jerk, she pulled my head back up, out from her cleavage, until she was looking into her eyes. This time, *my* eyes were glazed over. "Listen to me, bitch. When you cum -- I want you to say 'mommy'. Understand? Did you get that?" She looked over my face, to see whether her words sunk in. I dropped my chin slightly -- a kind of nod. "Good. You fucking loser. You little sissy. You're a fraud. And you know it. You're a failure. And you know it. I see right through you." My eyes welled up. I couldn't feel my face. My knees buckled, but she kept me aloft with her thighs. I made a mewing sound, and then thrust my crotch, as I released into her hand, pumping and pistoning like a wind-up toy. My body wasn't mine. I cried out: "Mommy!" with each violent squirt. "MOMMY!"

"That's a good sissy," she cooed.

She finally released me, all at once, physically, mentally. It was like being abandoned. I was crying. I grasped at the bookshelf behind me to keep from falling. I bowed my head. The front of my pants were ruined. A long stream of cum had penetrated the clothing, and was hanging from my crotch, midair, oozing out.

"Ok, you dumbfuck," she said. I raised my head. She was wiping her hand off on my desk. "*Now* you can go to your talk."

FIN.
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Old 11-30-2012, 04:29 PM   #2
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This is for story ideas, not full stories.

That said what I read as a glanced over it is pretty good.
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Old 11-30-2012, 04:34 PM   #3
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This is for story ideas, not full stories.

That said what I read as a glanced over it is pretty good.
You're right, of course. Sitting in my office, I'm not as discerning as I should be about what goes where. It started off as an idea, but before I knew it, it turned into a story...
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Old 12-01-2012, 05:55 AM   #4
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not bad, she could give him a knee in the end
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Old 12-03-2012, 01:30 PM   #5
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not bad, she could give him a knee in the end
Ha. I like it. Indeed, I wouldn't mind if she just beat him up in the story (after beating him off...)
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Old 12-03-2012, 02:39 PM   #6
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She could also 'seduce' him during the lessons. wearing short skirts, wiggling her knees, stroking her skirt, or in private in his chambers, let him watch as she spreads her legs, making him sweat, coming closer to him, slap his face, make him lean over and giving him some spanking, because he is a bad, bad teacher....
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Old 12-03-2012, 02:46 PM   #7
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She could also 'seduce' him during the lessons. wearing short skirts, wiggling her knees, stroking her skirt, or in private in his chambers, let him watch as she spreads her legs, making him sweat, coming closer to him, slap his face, make him lean over and giving him some spanking, because he is a bad, bad teacher....
That's all hot, but it's kinda hackneyed. In a way, it's hotter if a professor loses his shit over a student who doesn't have to try to seduce him. Either way, I like the idea of her spanking the shit out of him....
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Old 12-03-2012, 03:58 PM   #8
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so no common looking student, but a gothic type of girl, though, no nonsense, right in your face, with 'balls', ... Beth Dito
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Old 12-03-2012, 04:03 PM   #9
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so no common looking student, but a gothic type of girl, though, no nonsense, right in your face, with 'balls', ... Beth Dito
EXACTLY... you read my mind! Someone who sees right through the professor. I encounter this type of student all the time when I teach, and I swear I'd do anything if they just pushed me around in the right way.
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Old 12-04-2012, 11:07 AM   #10
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A chubby tween, round cheeks, double chin, busty, big arms, big ass, dressed in a black T-shirt with a belt around her belly, a blue jeans mini skirt and black leggings or else fishnet stockings, black hair, black nails, one sleeve pulled over her shoulder, purple lipstick, black pumps, a silver ring with a skull, the kind of girl that fills the room with her 'sparkling' personality and you better get out of her way in the hall way or she bulldozers you to the floor, without blinking an eye.

She tends to prey on drunken guys with her girlfriend to get a good time with a hunk, always has a dildo in her purse, to pleasure herself or to put it in the teacher's ass.....
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Old 12-04-2012, 07:04 PM   #11
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A chubby tween, round cheeks, double chin, busty, big arms, big ass, dressed in a black T-shirt with a belt around her belly, a blue jeans mini skirt and black leggings or else fishnet stockings, black hair, black nails, one sleeve pulled over her shoulder, purple lipstick, black pumps, a silver ring with a skull, the kind of girl that fills the room with her 'sparkling' personality and you better get out of her way in the hall way or she bulldozers you to the floor, without blinking an eye.

She tends to prey on drunken guys with her girlfriend to get a good time with a hunk, always has a dildo in her purse, to pleasure herself or to put it in the teacher's ass.....
Ooh, this is perfect! A pudgy and pugilistic goth who brooks no bullshit... I see her taking on the professor as a personal project. She has such presence, it disarms him, making him vulnerable. She access the pulp, the marrow of his personality to mold it to her liking, as with clay. And dildo up his ass certainly wouldn't hurt (her anyway). So what does she do? Threaten me? Bowl me over and pin me down?
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Old 12-05-2012, 03:12 PM   #12
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Well, she would most defenitely use strong language, esp., since you gave her a D on her paper. That is a big no-no, mister teacher. She will fill your mouth.
What on earth were you thinking, giving her a D. A wimp with a tie, has the nerve to give her a D. A little man with all talk and no action, a nerd who never grew over it, had the guts, to give her, Kay, a D.

The teacher with all his bla bla, needs a lesson in reality, in some action and if he had the nerve to say something, she would slap his face and point her finger in his face, just to set the record straight.

Then she could turn him around, drop his pants and bend him over on his desk, with his teacher's trousers on his ankles.

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Old 12-05-2012, 03:14 PM   #13
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Yea, that's pretty much what I had in mind... I might humbly ask for inspiration at some point though, as you graciously offered...
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Old 12-06-2012, 04:17 AM   #14
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Let me know if you have written it, would like to read it.
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Old 12-06-2012, 04:58 AM   #15
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This sounds like a great story! Would love to read when you are done.
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Old 12-06-2012, 09:19 AM   #16
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She could push her finger under the tip of his nose, push it up and then say:"squeel like a little piglet, you are, squeel now, squeel"
and later in the story:"say you are a porc, say it!"

She can also lock his arm behind his back and or lock his wrist, if he refuses to say he is a porc or does not squeel like a pig.
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Old 12-06-2012, 10:11 AM   #17
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When I was at I.U....

One of the fraternities taught their new pledges humility by tying a long string around the head of their dick. The string ran up from inside his pants, (commando of course) and under his shirt. On the other end of the string was a tag saying, "pull me," it would be sticking out the top of his shirt and hanging over the top button.

Of course every girl on campus knew what it was for and the poor guy got his dick yanked up and down constantly.
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