The Pet Teacher

And Jenny did try to be a big girl. But the other blows. The hard ones that came randomly. Oh God. The blows that made Jenny beg. Made her whine those words in hopes of sympathy. Till finally she broke down in sobs.

"Please...Dr. Stone," Jenny begged. "I can't. I can't."

"Dear, you're only a little over half done," Dr. Stone said. Her hands roamed over hot young flesh. Soothing her. Caressing her. Owning her. Jenny didn't pull away. Gave herself over.

"I know Dr. Stone," Jenny sobbed. Just minutes ago, the young girl would have been never endured letting the old woman touch her in such a manner. But now, that same touch was soothing and inviting. "I'm sorry...I can't. I just can't. Please don't expel me. I promise I learned my lesson. Truly I have." Even when the old woman's hand brushed against her sex she didn't draw away.

"I'm afraid you still have to learn your lesson," Dr. Stone said sympathetically. "Perhaps..."

"Yes?" Jenny said. "....anything."

"Perhaps we can postpone the punishment," Dr. Stone said. "But still come up with a way for you to learn your lesson."

"Oh please Dr. Stone," Jenny begged. "I'll do anything."

"Let's see if you still think so tomorrow," Dr. Stone said as she deposited her paddle in the drawer. "See me here first thing at 7:50. And bring all your text books."

"Yes ma'am." Jenny said as she forced stiff limbs down from the desk. She wouldn't be late.

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And she wasn't. She knocked on Dr. Stone's door, carrying a book bag full of text books.

"Come in" Dr. Stone said. "Shut and lock the door behind you."

"Yes ma'am" Jenny locked the door and sat down.

"Let's see those books," Dr. said, looking through the young coed's book pack. "You are enrolled in a few hard subjects. Maybe that is the problem. Maybe they are too difficult for you?"

"No ma'am." Jenny said. "It's just that ... I have problem with a few subjects..."

"Do you have any tests today?"

"A quiz ma'am."

"Planning to cheat again?" It was clear from Dr. Stone's condescending stare from atop the glasses held on the tip of her nose that she thought the girl was up to cheating.

"Oh no ma'am." Jenny said. "Never. I've learned - I've learned my lesson." It still hurt to sit. She would never cheat again. Ever.

"But how would I know?" Dr. Stone said. "Perhaps you didn't fully learn your lesson yesterday?"

"I did ma'am." Jenny said hopping from one foot to the other as memories of being paddle poured through her brain. "I promise."

Mrs. Jones kept looking though the book sack. Found something interesting. "What is this?"

Jenny winced. It was a copy of a history exam from the year before. But such things were available to everyone. All you had to do was ask someone who took the class the semester before. Everyone did it.

"It's a test ma'am," Jenny said. "My friend took the course last....anyway...I had that test last week."

"I think the only way I'm going to be able to trust you is to put you on a mighty short leash." Dr. Stone said. "You will start by doing your coursework and studying here in my office. You will stop by my office to get your books and paperwork every morning. You can work on them during office hours. If you need additional time, we'll see what we can do."

"Yes ma'am." Jenny said. She didn't like it, but there was nothing she could do about it. It was horrible being treated like a lying cheat. But in a way, she had earned it. The alternative was much worse. Telling her parents. Finding a career suitable for a college dropout.

"But that still leaves you open to cheat," Dr. Stone said. "You've already proven that you are willing to hide little bits of paper on your person."

"So let's take care of that last avenue for cheating," Dr. Stone said. "Let's get those clothes off young lady."

"Ma'am?" Jenny asked. What in the world did the old woman have in mind? Dear Lord, please not another spanking.

"I think you need some more time on the desk for impertinence." Dr. Stone said.

"No ma'am." Not that. Not again. Jenny quickly took off her clothes and folded them in the seat. She felt better about it as Dr. Stone pulled some garments out of a bag and put on her desk. Jenny assumed she would be allowed to change into them.

"I picked some new clothes up for you dear," Dr. Stone said. "They have no pockets. You could say they are nearly cheat proof."

Jenny examined the thin stretchy shorts. They were ugly blue with a thin red strip around the legs and seams. They had an elastic band. There were no pockets. Jenny reached for her panties.

"Oh no dear," Dr. Stone said. "That won't do at all. You could put some crib notes in there."

Dear Lord! She would have to go commando! Jenny reluctantly stepped into the small shorts and pulled them up. This was bad. They showed a large expanse of her long slim thighs. They covered her bottom, but just barely. And the thin velour fabric hugged her curves. Hugged her in a way that would not only prevent cheating, but would display her every curve and swell for all to see.

Jenny quickly discovered something else about the shorts, somehow the fabric would work itself into the most intimate of places. She pulled them out of her crotch and picked up the next item. A blue T-shirt. It was small. Stretchy. She reached for her bra and looked to Dr. Stone. Her pretty blues widening as the older woman shook her head and then she tisked. "No dear....I know all about that hiding place too."

Oh God. Oh God. Jenny thought as she slipped on the tight form fitting sleeveless shirt with spaghetti straps. Without her padded push up bra, her chest looked small. Tiny. It was a big difference between an A cup and the C the bra helped her to achieve. Huge. People would surely notice the difference. The thought of the embarrassment and humiliation made her nipples hard, made them poke at the tight form fitting fabric like pencil erasers. She tried to shake the thoughts off...my God, what was wrong with her. Then she put on the last item - a pair of small flip flops for her feet.

Stupid slut. That's how she felt right now. The words echoed in her mind. Stupid. Slut. Filthy. Cheat. She could almost feel the paddle. Dear Lord!

"Excellent," Dr. Stone said. "Now bend over the desk."

Jenny bent over. Dreading what was to come. Mentally preparing herself for the blows. Waited in suspense while her professor came up behind her and lowered her tiny shorts to her feet. Tensed for the first blow.

"Please, not too hard," she begged. "I'm still sore."

"Relax dear," Dr. Stone said. "I'm not going to spank you again. Not today. Not unless you give me cause."

Jenny heard something being set on the table. Looked back and watched as the older woman dipped her fingers in the tub. Watched in horrid fascination as they moved behind her.

"Just relax dear," Dr. Stone said. "I have to check for any crib notes you might have hidden where you thought I wouldn't bother to check.."

Dear Lord, she couldn't be serious. "I haven't ahhhh...." Jenny gasped at Dr. Stone's touch. Oh God! Not that. Nobody could hide notes there, could they? Was it even possible? She could feel the older woman's fingers down there, moving around. She prayed the lube she would hide her growing excitement.

"Just relax my dear," Dr. Stone said, as her finger penetrated the young college student. "I've lubricated my fingers so there should be no discomfort."

And search she did. Very thoroughly. Jenny felt herself grow warm down there...then very hot. Oh so tingly. It was humiliating beyond belief. Made worse by the thought that she was growing hot at this degrading strip search. Worse, the old woman was touching her in places inside herself that no one had ever touched her...not even her gynecologist. She bit her lip to suppress a moan.

"I think I feel something," Dr. Stone said. "Thought you could pull one over on me, did you? Well, I'm on to all your little tricks. Now let me get that...just a bit further...."

The finger was joined by another...and then another. Not just exploring her, but probing her deep. Oh so deep. Opening her. Stretching her.

"mmmmmffff. oh no....I don't have....any....mummmph...thing..." Jenny moaned breathlessly. She could feel herself responding. So hot. So tingly. Getting closer.

Dr. Stone placed a thumb into either side of the young coed's opening and pulled, spreading the girl's sex. Opening it. "If only I had a light I could be sure..." she muttered. "But perhaps I was mistaken. But if not, I daresay you will have a time of getting it out before you next class, that is certain."

Thankfully, before Jenny could embarrass herself further, Dr. Stone withdrew her questing fingers.

At last, her ordeal was over. Jenny came up off her elbows, only to have a firm hand push down on the small of her back. Keeping her bent. And and oh so very available.

"One last place," Dr. Stone said, dipping her fingers in the lube again.

Oh No! Not there too!

"I wouldn't....do that.....ugh...oh God..." Jenny gasped, as those fingers penetrated her. Delved into her. No one had ever been there. Not in her arsehole. She felt violated. She also felt hot. It felt good. So good. She bit her lip harder to stifle a moan, but it came out nonetheless.

"It's time you learned I'm no fool girl," Dr. Stone said, working a finger into the young coed's tight arsehole. "There will be no more cheating while I'm on your case. You think you have a hiding place. Well I know all the hiding places. You think you can try to use some code? I know about codes too. I'm two steps ahead of whatever scheme you have dreamed up. So just give them up. Now I want you to say it. Tell me I'm two steps ahead on any simpleton scheme you have planned.

"Mmmmmfffff...." Jenny moaned, she was in no position to argue. Not with that hateful woman's fingers shoved up her arse. Pushing in and out her. Searching. Questing. "Ugh...Dr...Stone...you ....ugh...are ...two ...mmmmmphhh...steps ahead....ahg...of whatever simpleton sheme...ugh...I have planned."

"Try to contain yourself young lady," Dr. Stone said. "This is not meant for your enjoyment. I have half a mind to put you on the desk and make you write some lines for me. Taking advantage of your professor. Behaving like a common slut while being searched for crib notes. And I think I will unless you apologize this instant."

Jenny didn't want to be enjoying these attentions. She hated herself for it. Hated the way she was responding. Hated her body for betraying her.

"I'm..oh...oh...sor....mmmmfff...sorry....." Jenny hated how she moaned. Hated how as she was penetrated on each word and every penetration drew a sexy gasp from her. Hated how she was unable to help herself. Fuck it felt good. So good. "for ...enjoy....mmm....ummm- sorry...couldn't help..."she babbled.

Dr. Stone moved away from the gasping young coed. "You should be. Now get yourself together young lady," she said. "You don't want to be late for your class now do you?"

Jenny pulled up her shorts. She looked down at the small hard nubs sticking out from her tight top. She tried to smooth it down praying her nipples go down. They didn't.

"Take only the materials you will need until 12:00," Dr. Stone said. "And hurry off."

Jenny took two text books, a pen, and her notebook, then left. It was hard to walk. She felt wobbly. And her sex...God how it ached with need and it was so hot. Hotter than ever before. And those shorts! Worming their way up to create a camel toe. She had worn many a pair of shorts during her nineteen years, but not like these shorts - these shorts - God, they *wore* her. She prayed they wouldn't soak through before she could clean up. She hurried to the restroom and wet a paper towel and went to the stall. God she was hot! Positively dripping. She cleaned herself up. But she was still so tingly. So damned turned on. She wanted to touch herself, but she didn't have time. Dear Lord, what was happening to her?

Dr. Stone sat at her desk with a wicked smile plastered across her lips. She squeezed her thighs together. God how she wanted to touch herself, but she knew better. Knew what would happen if she touched herself before washing the lube from her fingers. It wasn't just any lube. If she got this lube on her privates, she would end up wet, hot, and oh so horny for the rest of the day. It was quite maddening.

Jenny now sat at her desk for her history class. She tried to sit still. Tried to pay attention. She moved her hand down to her lap. God, how she wanted to touch herself. Yearned for it. So hot. So wet. If only she could quell the need that had arisen her sex and yes, even her ass. She tried to pay attention to Dr. Wilson. Tried to take notes. But instead she thought of being spanked on Dr. Stone's desk. Of being searched like a common criminal. And Dr. Stone herself...she was kind of sexy in a way Jenny had never realized. She thought of the looks that people had cast her way as she walked to class. Looks that hadn't been to her eyes and her face, but looks that had been to her crotch, her legs, and her small breasts. It had made her conscious of her body. Conscious in a way she never had before.

After class, Jenny hurried on to her next class. Stopping at the restroom once again to 'freshen up' with a damp paper towel, and drying with a fresh one. She wished she had more time. Just to take the edge off. God, she was hot as a firecracker. But she only had a few minutes to get across campus. And she needed those extra minutes as the thongs on her feet slowed down her pace, and constantly pulling her shorts out of her crack slowed her down as well. Worse, she had to carry her books by hand, so it was a struggle to fool with her shorts as well as carry her books.

Finally, she went back to Dr. Stone's office to get her clothes back.

"How was class?" Dr. Stone asked.

"Fine," Jenny lied, pulling her shorts out of her crack.

"No cheating," I assume.

"Oh no ma'am," Jenny said emphatically.

"Good girl," Dr. Stone said. "Show me what you worked on."

"Ma'am?" Jenny asked. She hadn't been prepared for this.

"Show me what you did during your lessons."

"I just took notes," Jenny said. "We didn't do anything."

"Let me see them," Dr. Stone said. "Or would you rather to get on the desk?"

"No ma'am." Jenny took out her notebook and handed it to the older woman. Maybe she wouldn't notice. There were a lot of notes in it.

Dr. Stone flipped to the last page. There were just a few scribbled notes on the page. Lots of doodles littered the margins. Jenny written in block letter a few dozen ways. Then there was what Jenny feared most. "Hot. Hot. I am so hot. So fucking hot. I'm so hot I can't even think."

"You are hot are you?" Dr. Stone said. "Is that what you think about in class? How hot you are? How pretty you are? You egotistical little slut."

Jenny didn't think she was hot at all. She always felt like she was too skinny. Too plain. But she preferred Dr. Stone think that if she wanted to, it was better than the alternative. For her to know how turned on she was. How much of a slut she felt like at the moment. Or worse, to learn of the forbidden fantasies that were plaguing her mind.

"Up on the desk girl," Dr. Stone said. "I think I can bring you down a notch or two little Miss Hot. A hard paddle on a tender ass should shrink that ego nicely."

Jenny swallowed hard and moved to the desk.

"Take those shorts off dear," Dr. Stone said as she took her paddle from the drawer and used it to point at Jenny's shorts. "And that shirt too. Let's see why you are so hot."

Jenny reluctantly disrobed.

Dr. Stone pointed the paddle at Jenny's pert breasts. "Hot dear? You call those hot?"

Jenny blushed a bright crimson. "No ma'am." She had always been shy of her size.

"I didn't think so," Dr. Stone said. "Now up on the desk. I think we shall have some more lines from you. I think 50 lines. I should pay attention in class because 32 As are not hot by a longshot."

Jenny's cheeks burned. Burned so hot that even her ears and chest turned a bright crimson. Made her hands reach up and cover her small breasts from her professor's penetrating gaze. What a bitch! And yet. And yet - her body simmered with heat. She took the paper and pen. Please get this over with, she begged. Don't let her see. She held her thighs tightly together.

She began her lines and Dr. Stoned commenced to spank the young coed.

"I should pay attention - ouch...in class, because 32 A's ooffff- are not hot...mmmmmff...by a longshot...ouch." God how it hurt - especially since she hadn't recovered from her last spanking.

Sniff. Sniff. "What is that smell?" Dr. Stone asked. "Open those skinny legs of yours wider dear, let me see something."

Jenny held them tight. She knew what her professor would find. She felt a tight panic spread in the pit of her stomach. She clenched her eyes. Held back tears. "Please...I can't...." she pleaded.

"Now." the voice brooked no argument.

Jenny slowly obeyed. Parting tight thighs. Arching her flexible back as her professor bent her and prodded her into an exposing position. Dear God. Why? "I'm sorry..." she breathed. Her secret had been discovered.

"Oh my," Dr. Stone said. "You weren't gloating about how pretty you are were you? A wholly different sort of hot that what I was thinking of."

Jenny shook her head. She dreaded whatever new punishment Dr. Stone would deliver for her body's betrayal.

"You simply meant you were turned on," Dr. Stone continued. "Randy...willing...wet...."

And those hands pulled at Jenny, parting her, exposing her insatiable desires.

"Does this happen to you all the time dear?" Dr. Stone asked.

"No ma'am." Jenny said. Had only happened today of all days. In the worst possible situation.

"Don't bother with the lines sweet heart. I'm sorry I said you were small up top. I only said so because I thought you were being full of yourself. They are really rather adorable. Cute." While she talked, Dr. Stone surrupticiously dipped her fingers in the lubricating solution and gave the young girl a new going over making her hotter and even more pliable than before.

Adorable. No one wanted to be adorable. And cute. The way the woman said it. It sounded patronizing. Made Jenny's cheeks blush hot crimson. But those fingers felt so good. So hot. So damn sexy.

"Off the table with you girl," Dr. Stone said. "I think I know your problem."

Dr. Stone helped Jenny down from the table. Helped her into her office chair, while Dr. Stone sat back against the table.

"Let me tell you a story. Back when I was a grad student," Dr. Stone continued. "There was this boy who was my lab partner in a class. He was a cutie. Not handsome mind you....merely cute. But I was already seeing someone. But he kept giving me moon eyes. It was bothersome. So I tried to get him to leave off. But he wouldn't. Then one day I had a wicked idea. I was going to make him leave off. So, I told him to take his pants down. To let me see. He took down his pants. I couldn't help but laugh. He was so small...it was rather adorable. Precious in it's own little way. But then it began to get bigger. I said, oh look, it's trying to get hard. How cute. And then I gave it a little slap. I thought for sure that would have been the end of it. But he grew even more aroused. The more I spanked his little cock, the harder he got. See he was like you dear. A submissive. I did let him do things for me. I rather enjoyed it I must admit. But it was purely a sexual relationship."

Naked and in the office chair, Jenny looked up at Dr. Stone. Watched as the older woman placed her feet on the armrests and pulled Jenny forward. Closer. Her skirt had risen up. The professor was wearing stockings and high heeled pumps. She was calling Jenny a submissive. She thought of how she had described her old suitor. Cute. Adorable. The same as she had described Jenny. It made a blush creep to her cheeks wondering how Dr. Stone would describe her later....her small breasts and skinny legs.