English Professor’s Lesson - Lesbian

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You feel a knot of dread in your stomach as you watch the other students file out of the lecture hall, leaving you alone with the professor. I stood before you with a stern expression, my eyes piercing into your own. Now, my dear, it seems to me that you have been falling behind in your studies.

Your work lacks the depth and sophistication I expect from my students. I watch you shift nervously, feeling the weight of my disapproval bearing down on you. I know you have looked up to me, striving to meet my high standards, but lately it seems like you are unable to measure up.

I want to help you improve, but first we must address this lack of dedication and effort on your part. I believe a lesson is in order. With a flicker of unease, you realize that this lesson might be unlike any other you have experienced before.

As I speak, I draw you in like a moth to a flame. The words wrap around your mind, weaving a web of influence that you cannot resist. You must understand the gravity of your situation, the consequences of not meeting my expectations, but fear not, I have a plan to guide you back on the right path.

A sense of both fear and curiosity grip your heart and reaches down to your pussy. I see you shifting in your seat, uneasy. I begin to revel in the predicament I put you in.

Seems to grow smaller and more confining as I lean closer into you. The air around you thickens and you can barely breathe. It's as if time itself has slowed.

I observe your discomfort, savoring the moment as you gradually lose control. You see, my dear, the lesson I have in mind is not one of knowledge, but of submission. To reach your full potential, you must first learn to embrace your desires and accept my guidance.

Your eyes widen in shock, but I can see the flicker of excitement in them. You're afraid, yes, but also aroused. I can see your pulse quicken through the throbbing of the vein on your neck.

You have the potential to be great, but only if you're willing to surrender to me completely. To submit, not only to my teachings, but to my desires as well. My words are potent and you can feel their power seeping into the very core of your being.

You're not sure what you're getting yourself into, but your curiosity overpowers your fear. Don't worry, my dear, I'll guide you through this. Your lesson will be enlightening and you will discover your deepest desires.

Let yourself go, surrender to me, and you might just earn your passing grade. I watch as your eyes flicker between disbelief and intrigue. A bead of sweat trickles down your forehead and I can see the struggle within you.

You do want to pass, don't you? Of course you do. I stand up and walk up the stairs and lock the doors to the lecture hall.

My heels echoing off the walls and ringing in your ears. As I make my way back, I signal towards the desk at the front of the room. Stand over there.

You obey, standing where instructed. Your heart pounding against your chest and in your cunt in a frantic rhythm. You can feel your palms sweat, your mind racing as you attempt to grasp what's happening.

As you stand there, you can see me taking my place behind the desk. I gaze at you intently. A wicked smile creeps onto my lips and you feel a chill running down your spine.

I lean forward, placing my elbows on the desk. Delightful! My eyes locked onto your body, shifting slightly under the weight of my gaze.

I can see you're eager, my dear. That excitement, it's intoxicating. I watch as you fidget, biting your lip nervously as you try to gather your thoughts.

You don't know what to expect, but you can feel the tension and anticipation building within you. I want to make this lesson unforgettable. I want you to remember this experience, not as a punishment, but as a turning point in your journey to greatness.

Now, let's begin. I stand abruptly and make my way around the desk behind you. Swiftly, you feel me push you back to where you bend over and fall on the desk.

Then, pulling your hair, I lift your head up and you feel my lips next to your ear. You will pass my class. Without warning, I push your head down and you feel a sharp pain that thrusts your hips into the edge of the desk.

You realize I have spanked you. No, no, no. You will not resist.

This is your lesson. You will not resist and you will not fail. I have extremely high expectations of you and I refuse to accept you disappointing me.

Five more rapid swats will fall on your ass, each one stinging more than the last. You will be putting in more effort, won't you? Before you can answer, you feel five more sharp slaps on your flesh.

Heat starts to pulsate off each welt that grows red upon your skin. I see the wetness of your arousal begin to glimmer on your engorging lips. I step away.

Get on the desk. As I walk back to my seat, I watch the look of confusion on your face. Now, get on the desk.

Sit on it and face me. I do enjoy watching you struggle to meet my commands. Sitting in front of you, I lean back and cross my arms.

Spread your legs. I want to see how excited I make you. You do as you're told, the fear inside of you growing and yet you cannot resist obeying me.

Good girl. Now, I want you to fuck yourself the way you do when you are alone in your dorm room, thinking about me. Yes, I know you think about me.

So fuck yourself like that. Why the hesitation? You have wanted this and I want you to pass my class.

So in order to do that, you need to show me how much you crave me. Show me how you want me to fuck you. If you don't, we can always go back to making your ass so sore you won't be able to think about anything but what I've done to you.

You hesitate for a moment, but the intensity of the situation and the undeniable attraction you feel towards me overpowers your fear. You close your eyes, take a deep breath and slowly begin to move your fingers inside of yourself, mimicking the motions you've used to pleasure yourself in secret. As your fingers penetrate and explore, you realize that the sensation is heightened by my gaze, my eyes boring into you, witnessing your desire.

It's a mix of pleasure and fear, knowing that I'm witnessing a private act, but also the knowledge that you're learning, growing, and submitting to my guidance. That's it, my dear. Let me see how much you want me to take you.

I watch as your hips move in time with your hand, your breaths growing more ragged and ragged. Your eyes flutter open and meet mine, the desire and vulnerability you're feeling etched on your face. You feel exposed, yet in that moment, you also feel incredibly powerful.

You're not just satisfying your own desires, you're submitting to me, and that thrills you more than you could have ever imagined. That's it. Keep going.

Come hard for me, and you'll be on your way to passing, but not until I tell you to. I stand up, my eyes never leaving yours. I stand and lean forward, my body hovering above you.

You can feel my breath on your skin. You're doing so well. I want you to let go of your fears and accept you are nothing but a hungry, horny toy for me.

I watch as you lose yourself in the pleasure, the urge to come coursing through your body. Your fingers move faster, your hips bucking in time with your hand, your face is flushed, your chest heaving with the intensity of the buildup to your orgasm. You do want to come, don't you? Repeat after me, I am nothing but a hungry, horny slut for you.

Hmm, good girl. Now come for me, now. Your eyes lock onto mine as you reach the peak of your climax.

Your body trembles and a silent scream escapes your lips, echoing through the hall. Pleasure and pain intertwine as your release courses through you. You stare at me, your eyes wide and filled with submission, and I can see the truth in them.

A flicker of a smile crosses my lips as I step back, allowing you to catch your breath. As you compose yourself, I sit back down and open my laptop that is next to you, your calm a puddle under your swollen, aching ass on the desk. Get down and lick up that mess you made.

I click on my laptop, watching you debase yourself while lapping at the cum puddle. The embarrassment and shame decorating your every movement, but you do as told. Perfect.

I have updated the grade on your last essay. I do expect you to do better next time. Should you do that, then I will give a reward.

Fail my expectations of you again, and the lesson you learn next time will be one you don't want. You hear someone pulling at the locked door. I have my next lecture now.

You are dismissed.