The Futility of Courageousness?

You're reading: "Her Favorite Pink Cashmere Sweater." A Story about how little Audrey Dempsey, freshman ditz, is taught to cope and survive the academic rigor of a low tier state university using a bit of kinky tough lust by her favorite Professor Stern.

Previous in the series: Chapter 2: Squash. Tomorrow Morning, 7am?

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Audrey sat on a knee high stonewall with a to-go cup of coffee by her side, as she nervously clutched the last page of that paper she had submitted for Professor Meister's Feminism in 20th Century Noir Cinema class. Her hand visibly shaking, the rest of the six pages were folded over behind, dangling by a single staple as they trembled in the air. She stared with fear and dejection at a big fat F circled in red next to the words, 'Please See Me ASAP!' written in neat cursive underneath. Behind her, a serene view of the campus, its manicured lawn with trees dotting the landscape went off into the distance. Students clustered in groups at the entrance of a nearby outdoor café planning Friday night parties, cheerful that the end of the school week was but a day away.

It had been eight days since she first went to Professor Stern's office for that stinging lesson that had provided a sexy incentive toward finishing her homework. In just three visits with him since, she had entirely caught up with her backlog in his class. It didn't hurt that she had returned with completed assignments each time she knocked on his door. Mostly because instead of spanking her, like he had done the first time, in its place he had provided the best kind of sexy praise her taught young body demanded. She'd arrive at that office door with her belly doing flip-flops from fearful trepidation that his harsh grading pen might lead to another stinging fanny. But her work had met expectations. So, instead of leaving with a raw bottom, that place between her legs had been abused and fully sated, as she gingerly stepped away from his office gazing at the good marks scribbled upon her work.

But, though another meeting was scheduled for this afternoon, Audrey hadn't finished any homework. She wondered if he would finally swat her again. The thought of another spanking should have sent excited shivers down her spine. Only yesterday afternoon, she had fantasized about the possibility while alone in her dorm room rubbing herself to much-needed bliss. Sadly, she had to do these things in the afternoon once she realized her disgusting little perpetual virgin-spinster roommate had been staying up all hours of the night compulsively playing with herself. What a lameass lonely dork of a sicko!

But right now, poor Audrey just wasn't in the mood. The thought of seeing Professor Stern for another amorous grading adventure only added to feelings of hopeless despondence, as she was now convinced that even though she had made headway toward becoming a better student, this cuntbitch, Professor Meister, was determined to destroy her academic standing. Expulsion seemed a looming certainty. And yet Audrey knew the paper was good! It was well written, met the preposterously fastidious assignment standards set forth, and had even been handed in on time. And who gives a shit about Feminism in 20th Century Noir Cinema? Like anyone watches those old movies. What the fuck was wrong with that fucking bitch fucknut of a professor?

With a heavy sigh, Audrey shoved the forlorn paper into her favorite pink backpack and stood up, grabbing the now tepid cup of coffee to drop into a nearby waste bin. She languidly strolled toward the math building, lazily taking in all the little details of that campus she thought would soon be mere memories once she stared some harsh grind of a McJob that was clearly destined to be her dreary future. In due course she stood in front of Professor Stern's office door, once again anxious about what might happen during their meeting -- but this time for an altogether different reason. She tentatively knocked.

"Come in!" Came Professor Starryeyes' cheerful reply through the door.

Though pleased to hear his voice, Audrey rolled her eyes at the contrast between his jovial mood and her hopeless situation and sluggishly opened the door; meandering in with a deep frown on her face.

"What's wrong?" Professor Stern asked, as he stood up to greet her.

"I. Well. It's just...."

"Let me guess. You didn't do your homework."

"Well, yeah." Audrey said, as if that were beside the point. "But, you see. Well, it's like. Oh, Bob!" She whined. "I got this terrible grade and now I'll be expelled for sure!"

"Audrey, don't call me Bob." He replied with a scowl. "And also, one bad grade isn't going to get you expelled."

Audrey rolled her eyes. "But you have no idea." She countered. "This bitch professor has it in for me!"

"I'm sure she's just doing her job."

"No way! I handed in a good paper and she just gave an F-bomb for no reason at all!"

Professor Stern's face had a dubious expression. "OK." He said, with exasperation and sighed. "Let me look at it."

Audrey reached into her backpack, pulled out the work, and handed it over. Her favorite sexy professor leafed through the seven pages of double-spaced text in short order. While reading, he gave a few grunts of satisfaction, scratched his head in confusion, and rubbed his scruffy chin. When he finally finished, he shook his head to himself and pondered the situation. Then he went back to the title page and looked it over carefully.

"Huh. Matilda's class." He said slowly, with a carefully neutral tone, frowning slightly. Looking back up to Audrey, he absentmindedly scratched a cheek. "OK, it's good enough." He agreed. "But maybe you didn't fulfill her assignment." He shrugged.

"Nuh uh," Audrey countered, and then dug through her backpack and pulled out a crumpled sheet containing the assignment that had been handed out two weeks before. She passed it over to him across the desk, and took a seat in that half-broken chair he used for guests.

Professor Stern looked over the assignment with a quizzical expression, scratching his beard more stridently. "Well, this is damn odd." He said.

"See!" Audrey said with flourish, "I told you she had it in for me!"

He rested his elbows on the desk, thumb to his temple and forefinger on his scalp, staring off into the distance. With the other hand, he shuffled Audrey's papers around on the desk as if distracted by a serious problem. "OK." He said. "I'll give a call. You stay quiet. Any word and I'll tan your hide."

Audrey nodded with a triumphant smile. Then, she furrowed her brows and frowned.

Professor Stern picked up his desk phone and dialed a number. He seemed to already know it. "Matilda! Hi, it's Bo-"

He was cut off by a series of tin squawks in an annoyed voice that Audrey couldn't understand. But from the tone, she gathered that her bitch professor was none too pleased to receive his call. Good, she thought, though a bit perplexed as to why.

"I also am..." he paused, "so happy to hear your voice again." The words dripped sarcasm as he glanced off to a corner of the room. There was the usual, 'how are you doing' and 'yes, I'm fine' exchanged. With their telephone unpleasantries out of the way, they began a conversation Audrey only partly heard.

"Matilda," Professor Stern said seriously. "I've taken an interest in a student. After some difficulties with the rigors of academic demands, she's begun to improve dramatically."

Audrey heard a long silence from the phone.

"So," He continued. "She's come to me with a paper you've marked asking for help."

An unintelligible shriek emitted from the phone, and 'presumptuous cad' rang out in a high-pitched voice.

"Now, now, Matilda." Professor Stern said, with an appeasing tone of voice.

There was another string of angry squeals.

"Yes, of course." He responded. "Professor Meister." He looked up to the ceiling and sighed. "Well." he tried to continue, "The student's name in question is Audrey Dempsey. She's taking your Feminism in 20th Cent-"

The squeals turned into angry high pitched barks.

"Ah." He replied. "You know of her."

Then began a long series of obnoxious noises, as the bitch explained over the phone some issue that Audrey's wonderful, hot, and sexy professorial benefactor seemed to consider.

"That's a serious accusation." Professor Stern noted, sitting up straight. "Can you prove it?"

In response, a strident series of noises followed.

"Yes, I realize it's not my department."

The bitch continued unintelligibly berating her knight in algebraic armor until finally finishing with the loud words '...'cademic review board!'

"Oh, Jesus." Professor Stern put a palm to his forehead. "Look, Mat-"

A short angry retort followed.

"I mean, Professor Meister." He rephrased. "That could destroy Ms. Dempsey's standing. Are you sure this is the right outcome?"

As Audrey heard Professor Bitch's squawks in retort, her eyes bulged and her heart sank to the lowest point possible. She was fucked. This cunt really was out to destroy her. She knew it!

Professor Stern sighed. "OK, Look. What about this. You assign her a new paper with specific sources selected from the section readings and she'll have it emailed to you by Sunday at 5:pm."

Audrey heard high-pitched laughter coming from the phone.

"No," he said. "Seriously. Don't you care about your students?"

The loudest shriek yet came through the phone, and this time Audrey understood her words: '...'igh and mighty 'ith me!' the bitch retorted.

Professor Stern placed his hand over the microphone and looked over to Audrey. "This isn't going well." He said, with a note of understatement.

The bitch's squeals continued and he furrowed his eyebrows in reply.

"That's..." He paused. "uhhh... a completely inappropriate proposition."

The loudest shrieks yet came through the phone, and this time Audrey understood much of what she said as her squawks turned to screams, "'at's 'unny 'oming ... 'o-called 'Slave to Professionally Inappropriate Conduct!' 'ou'll 'end 'ver ... and 'ake it 'ike a boy!"

As Audrey tried to untangle the meaning behind that comment, she grew downright angry. 'Christ, what a bitch!' She thought.

There was a long pause as Professor Stern considered something. "Twenty strokes?" He asked, shaking his head with raised eyebrows, as if it was the most ridiculous thing he'd ever heard.

A raucous high-pitched cackling emitted from the phone.

"And what do I get if she passes?"

A final set of laughing squeals and squawks came out and then the bitch apparently hung up.

Professor Stern set down the phone, remarking to himself, "An answer by 7:pm."

"So, what do you get, Professor Stern?" Audrey asked in quiet voice.

"Merely the satisfaction of a good deed well done." He replied, blankly, staring off in consideration. After a short moment he glanced at Audrey and added with a shrug, "Apparently."

"Well, that's nice." Audrey said, smiling with feigned innocence while twirling a lock of her beautiful red and curly hair.

Professor Stern looked at her as though she were an idiot. Then, he returned to the issue at hand gave Audrey a fierce look in the eye. "You have an important decision to make." He said. "Professor Meister believes you have plagiarized the paper you handed in and plans to take it to the academic review board for student misconduct. This is extremely serious."

"Oh my God! No! No, I didn't!" Audrey protested.

"OK, I believe you. Though I don't know why..." He said, rolling his eyes. "But that doesn't matter right now." His tone turned serious.

Audrey gave her sexy to the nth power math professor a quizzical look, with just a hint of somber concern, hoping for some kind of easy solution that might extricate her from this situation. It didn't come.

"At potentially great personal expense to me," He looked at Audrey with stern severity. "Professor Meister has agreed to let you rewrite that paper.

"Oh." She said, with a hint of gloom at the lost weekend she now faced.

Professor Stern wasn't impressed. "It's due this Sunday at 5:pm and you're going to write it." Then he added with a cool and sober tone, "Unless, you'd rather not remain a student here."

"But of course I do!"

"Then you'll stay with me over the weekend." He asserted. "Because I damn well plan to make sure you finish that assignment. It would be... most unfortunate for me if you fail."

"You mean... at your house?" Audrey was downright blissful by the suggestion.

"It won't be easy." He warned.

"Yes! I'll write it. I promise to finish!" Her eyes were saucers as her face beamed.

"It won't be fun and games, Audrey." The professor looked at her grimly. "You will be expected to do exactly what I say. No exceptions! Or I'll punish your fanny until it's redder than a beet. Do you understand?"

Instantly, a sexual fear burned between Audrey's legs. She knew her love-professor wasn't kidding. He'd spanked her before. And, while it had been hot, and it had made her fantasize about being spanked again and again, this time -- by the tone of his voice -- she realized he wasn't talking about a mere tap on the behind.

"I understand." She whispered.

"Go find your section handouts and meet me tomorrow at 5:pm.

"But, I, uh..." Audrey stammered. "I don't think I have them."

"You've got to be kidding me."

***

Before leaving, the compassionate, yet also studly, Professor Stern hadn't given Audrey the kind of sexy attention she had come to expect from her now regular visits. But she'd been too addled by the prospect of being expelled to feel that desire. Her nerves were shot. Anyway, that lovely math professor had seemed plenty annoyed by whatever had transpired during that telephone call with Professor Bitchitybitch to rise to the occasion. So, in order to fulfill his request and hopefully find those section handouts, she dashed back to her dorm room to search for any material that professor had given. Audrey burst through the door to find Gertrude, the ultimate frump-meister, lying in bed on her stomach, elbows propping her up and feet in the air, while reading a textbook and lazily sucking on a strawberry Twizzler.

Littered about Audrey's tiny student's desk was torn scrap paper, unread and never started assignments, and a jumble of handouts and unopened books that overflowed to the floor in a heaping mess. Audrey went straight there and began tossing paperwork in a desperate and unsuccessful search.

"Missing something?" Gertrude asked coyly.

"Gertrude!" Audrey replied. "Do you have section handouts for our Feminism class?"

"No." She shrugged. "I tossed them after handing in the paper. Why do you need them, I thought your paper was all set." Gertrude gave a wicked smile.

"That bitch is making me rewrite it!"

"Seems fair to me." Gertrude noted, seemingly examining a spot on the wall in the corner of their room.

Audrey gave her roommate a nasty look. "Aren't they filed away somewhere around here?" She said suspiciously, as she glanced around Gertrude's tidy study corner with books and class materials neatly arranged.

"Nope." Gertrude bit off a big chunk of her Twizzler and chewed it with a grin. "Maybe if you organized your shit you wouldn't have these problems."

"Come on, Gertrude." Audrey pleaded. "If I don't get this paper finished by Sunday, I could be expelled!

"Jeesh, why don't you try the library," The girl suggested, with disgusted exasperation.

Audrey stuck her tongue out, but then realized that Gertrude's recommendation was a pretty good one. "Yeah," Audrey said, biting a nail. "I'll do just that."

"Whatever!" Gertrude replied with a humph. She then returned to her textbook and ignored her disorganized roommate.

Audrey pushed some more papers off her desk to open a rarely used laptop. She checked email and found Professor Meister's curtly written note containing the article titles of six essays as sources, along with a new assignment. Jotting the details down on a torn piece of scrap paper, she then rushed off to the library.

When Audrey arrived, she discovered that she had little experience with searching for sources. The last and only time she'd been in there, she'd simply used the reading room to do homework. Prior to that, over her high school years, while she'd used that little library once or twice, the university collection was vast in comparison. Contained in a single four storey building, it was an imposing structure of concrete walls, granite columns, and marble floors with an open foyer that led to a raised information desk staffed by two severe looking little old ladies who serviced a line of students seeking help. Nearby, a long table, upon which many desktop computers were placed, was clogged with lines of people waiting patiently for access. She had no idea how to begin.

Audrey tentatively walked up to the information desk and got in line. It took twenty minutes but finally she reached one of the librarians.

"May I help you?" Said a wrinkled face, with eyes peering down over ancient horn rimmed glasses. The woman's skin appeared to have been carved in the image of a prune, with a shock of white hair pulled back into a braided ponytail.

Audrey wriggled her nose at old-people smell wafted in her direction which almost overpowered her cute little nose. "Uhh," She stammered. "I need to find these sources." She pushed over the scrap paper containing the specifics of Professor Meister's new assignment.

"Ahh." The woman said, as she peered down at Audrey's poor handwriting. She then pointed to the line of computers nearby. "You can perform a search over there." She said. "Next!"

Dismayed by having been dismissed so suddenly, Audrey stood blocking the line with a pout face and her hands on her hips. A girl in line behind gave an impatient and nasty look and the librarian shoed Audrey away with a wave of a hand. In a daze, Audrey stumbled over to a line of students waiting for a computer and stood there feeling crestfallen and alone. Aren't those people paid to help students? Why was she left to deal with this on her own? Audrey began to get angry and felt a paranoid sense that the entire school had conspired to make certain she failed.

The line moved forward and in another ten minutes Audrey found herself in front of a computer. It seemed to take forever to wander through the maze of items that led to a catalog search. She entered one of the titles and found nothing. Repeating the process she found that none of her source titles showed results. With a frustrated gasp she went back to the line at the information desk and waited her turn once again. When she finally got the little old lady she asked why these titles weren't in the system.

"Those are titles to article," the woman patiently explained. "Not titles of books. You need to perform an article search."

"How do I do that?" Audrey's eyes bulged.

With an exasperated expression, the woman peeked over her glasses and shook her head. Audrey began to panic and for some reason the old lady took sympathy on her plight.

"You're in trouble, aren't you dear?"

"Yes!" Audrey exclaimed. "I have a paper due on Sunday and I can't find the sources."

The old woman smiled and stepped out of the information desk. She gently patted Audrey's back and told her she'd show the girl how to perform the search. One of the computers was available and the two walked toward it. There, the old librarian had no trouble navigating the system to perform a search query for one of her titles, which returned the name of a book. She then wrote down its name and navigated toward another screen.

"You can search for the book title here." The old woman said. "See, first go to the articles search form, then write down the book name and author, and then search our electronic catalog for the book. It's easy."