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Honor Student Avena

And The Dominatrix Professor


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DEDICATION


My deepest thanks to all the perverts, twisted souls, and mad people who love silly, sensual, and twisted stories. Without you, I'd have no readers and without readers, there'd be no reason to write. This is for all the perverts and the mad-minded.



DISCLAIMER


This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons, places, things, or events (real or imagined) is completely in your own head and not intentional on the part of the author. Do not expect real life to work the way life in this story works. That would be a silly expectation.


Author's note: All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.

Summary: A new semester has started and she’s gone almost the entire day without being fucked by one of the faculty but she’s got one last class to attend.

She's sure she'll finally have a break, after all, this professor is a woman. Avena has heard that she's really strict. She's not too worried about that. She even welcomes it. However, what's under the professor's trench coat? What is she pulling out of that briefcase?

Whatever is going on, it should be a spanking good time for a whip-smart girl like Avena.

Avena is the President of the Honor Society of her college and she has a tendency to look down on other students, who she considers less intelligent.

The college has instituted some new measures to keep the faculty happy and healthy - measures which include allowing the faculty to fuck any students they choose, in any way they choose.


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She smoothed out her black skirt and white tee-shirt, pushed the band on her ponytail a little closer to her scalp, and took her place in the center of the front row. Avena pushed back one stray lock of her red hair and pushed her black-rimmed glasses up her puggish, upturned nose.

She arranged her pencils, highlighters, notebook, and textbook perfectly on what little desk space she had and finally let her shoulders loosen a little. A new semester had just started and she'd been able to go almost the entire day without being bent over a desk and fucked in the ass, choking on a professor's cock in the hall, or having her face covered in cum.

"I mean, I know it all has to be for a good reason. They wouldn't just make a policy like that without it benefiting the students," she thought, despite being glad she'd had a day free from being used by the faculty. "It was actually kind of hot watching Mr. Cadwell bend that girl over his desk when I walked by his class. Guess he has a thing for redheads..."

She touched her own red hair with one hand and the other almost slipped up her thigh and under her skirt before she remembered that class was about to start.

"Let's see, this professor is a woman, so I'll be off the hook. I can sit back, take notes, and let some guy take care of her," she mumbled to herself.

"I hear this professor is really strict," one of her classmates said to another.

"That's fine by me. It's nice to have one or two classes where the dunces fail and get weeded out." Avena smirked at the thought.

"Yeah, well this is college and-" the other started to say but the first cut him off mid-sentence.

"No. Really strict. Like, you're going to feel it tomorrow, strict."

Avena's eyebrows knitted together and her lips turned down for a moment, but then she remembered it was a woman professor.

"It'll be fine. She'll pick some dumb jock to be 'strict' with and that'll be that," she thought.

Avena watched the classroom door, biting her lower lip despite herself.

A tall brunette in her late thirties, wearing a beige trench coat and carrying a black briefcase walked in, took her place at the front of the class where she looked out at the students over a sharp nose.

"Well, she looks like a pretty normal professor," Avena thought, her stiff shoulders loosening again.

She looked into Avena's eyes, held her there with a crushing presence for a moment, and smiled a sharp, hungry smile. Avena felt a chill rush up and down her spine, followed by a blush she was sure made her face nearly as red as her hair.

"I am Professor Delores Rosario," she said while walking around a small table at the front of the class. "You will call me Mistress if I allow you to address me at all."

She turned to face the class, opened and threw aside her coat to reveal a tight, toned body dressed in black leather straps strategically placed to barely cover the nipples of her ample breasts and hanging in a loose skirt around her waist, each strap disconnected from the rest, flashing her smooth shaven mound as they settled into place.

The class which had still been full of chatter when she walked in became quiet and most of the students had their mouths open just a little as they took in what was happening.

She placed her briefcase on the table and leaned forward, her nipples on display for everyone who looked, popped open the case and began pulling out things Avena was sure had never had anything to do with teaching a college class before.

Avena had been to a renaissance fair or two, so she recognized a cat o' nine tails with thick straps, a bullwhip, and some manacles. Professor Rosario also pulled out a large black dildo and a few butt plugs of various sizes, colors, and shapes. She even laid out what looked like a small leather harness, too small to fit on anyone's chest.

"If you get an answer wrong, you will be punished. Sometimes, it will be with the whip, sometimes with another toy, and sometimes I'll get inventive."

Her voice was sharp and commanding, but the care and gentleness with which she set down each of her 'toys' showed a love for each and every one of them.

"You, the redhead. Yes. The one right up here in the front row."

"Yes, Miss Rosario?"

"Yes, What?" she asked, her eyes narrowing and a chill wind in her breath.

"Yes... Yes, Mistress?" Avena wondered why it was so important, but figured all professors had their little quirks.

"Good girl. Now, come up here to the front of the class," she said.

"Why is it always me? There are like ten hot dudes and a dozen dumb sluts in this classroom, but it's me she has come up to the front," Avena thought but kept to herself as she slid out from behind her neatly arranged desk and walked up to the front of the classroom.

"Stay on that side of the desk, face the whiteboard, and take off your clothes. You can put them on the table to your right," the professor said while walking around her table to the same side and facing the students.

"My... All of my clothes?" Avena asked.

Sure, she'd had to get fucked in the ass in front of classrooms full of people, had to suck dick in the middle of crowds, and even had to get her tits fucked in the cafeteria once, but to be completely naked? Even when Mr. Cadwell fucked her ass, she still had her shirt on.


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