Claire's Goes to School

She knew she had the undivided attention of the three guys. Still pretending her exam, she stood on the tips of her tows and leaned over so that her skirt would rise even higher. She heard one of the boys gasp and knew that with nothing on underneath her skirt, almost every part of her would be on display.

Smiling wickedly to herself, she stayed in that position for several seconds allowing them to feast with their eyes. Having had her fun, she quickly made her single copy and headed out the door.

Jumping into her car, she began the drive over to Professor Butler's place. On the way, she stopped at an adult novelty store to get some things inspired from her exploration on the Web; she had discovered several excellent ideas on that front.

Walking into the store in her slutty attire, she felt nervous among all of the male patrons of the store. Purposefully avoiding eye contact with everyone, she quickly found the items she was looking for and headed to the counter to pay for her selections. Again, knowing that she was being stared at, her arousal ratcheted up a notch.

The clerk added up her items. Damn, it was a good thing that Daddy was covering her credit card. But Jesus, if the name of this store were printed on the monthly bill, he would keel over right on the spot. It sure seemed ironic that her dad had sent her to this wretched place in order to protect her innocence, and oh how it was coming back to haunt him.

Hopping back into her car with a full shopping bag, she realized it was already 8:55; no way she would get to his place in time, but that might work to her advantage. She punched up his address in her Audi's Nav system and quickly located his townhouse. It was in a reasonably nice neighborhood. Nothing too pretentious, but his home was actually quite nice from her first impression.

As she turned her car off, Claire realized the enormity of what she had in mind, and a new level of trepidation began to manifest itself as a knot deep in her stomach. God she was nervous. So she sat in her car for a good ten minutes silently rehearsing what she would say and do once inside. By this time, it was already 9:20, and she could put things off no longer.

Grabbing the bag containing her recent purchases, she nervously walked up the cobblestone path toward his door. Pressing the ringer, she realized an invisible threshold had been crossed; she was past the point of any return. This realization had Claire trembling as she waited for the professor to open the door.

After a very long minute, she rang the bell again. Again she waited, and with no answer, she tried one last time. After what seemed an eternity, she heard a deadbolt being unlocked and finally the door swung open.

He was dressed in a loose white linen shirt and khaki shorts and was barefoot. He seemed relaxed and completely different than the persona he portrayed in his classroom. There was a certain ruggedness accompanied by a look of intelligence that Claire realized was, in fact, quite appealing to her. He appeared confident in his own environs; a confidence that if Claire had her way, would be stripped away layer by layer.

Finally allowing her entrance, he examined Claire and her attire for several long seconds. Claire stood with her head high and back straight. She knew she needed to put forth a self-assured front.

As the heels of her boots made loud clicking noises that seemed to echo throughout his home, Claire stopped in shock. His taste in decor was wonderfully unexpected. With a modern slant his furnishings and art were arranged in a minimalist fashion, Claire was genuinely impressed. Perhaps there was more to this man than she had realized.

Finally speaking, he announced with irritation, "You're late."

"Well Ethan", Claire said, purposely using his first name for affect, "I have been thinking about it, and I have reached certain conclusions."

He looked up at her incredulously as she had seemingly breached a teacher-student protocol that was unacceptable to him.

"Claire, let's start over, shall we? When you address me, you shall..."

Immediately and with a new confidence that came from somewhere deep within her, Claire cut him off. "No! Now you listen to me! I believe that when you address me, I would like you to show proper respect. Please use Ms. Parsons when speaking to me."

A throaty laughter from her professor rose up and filled the room. "Claire, if you think for one minute, that I...."

Again she interrupted, but this time, silently as she forcefully thrust the copy she had made earlier into his chest, "Read it!" she demanded.

It was copy of the note he had written earlier that afternoon. The time, his address, etc. He clearly didn't understand what was on her mind.

So Claire explained, "I have the original, on your own stationary, in your own handwriting, in a safe place. You were stupid enough to suggest that one of your innocent students provide you "extra credit", I believe you called it, and in return you would use your position to provide a grade. How do you think the dean would react to such a thinly veiled manipulation?"

The look of defeat on his face gave Claire an instant feeling of empowerment and provided her a turbo boost of added confidence. He was crestfallen and clearly knew this error could cost him.

Quickly trying to recover as best as he could in the face of this enormous mistake, he asked, "What is that you want from me Claire? Do you want an A for the semester? You can have it. You don't even have to come to class anymore. I don't care."

Claire realized that she already had a victory, and such as it was, she could stop here, take her winnings for the night, and head home. But she wanted more. Much more! She knew she held tremendous leverage and the thrill rising up her body pushed her onward in her pursuit of an opportunity to dominate the situation.

"That's great Ethan, and I'll take that "A", but that is not enough. I want more. Why don't you make us a drink, and I will explain."

Taking several second to consider this now supremely confident 21 year old, he moved toward his bar area and mixed two drinks, and sat in what Claire quickly ascertained was his everyday chair facing his large flat-screen TV.

Quickly realizing a wonderful opportunity to put her stake in the sand, she firmly said, "Ethan, please sit on the couch to the left. I would like the seat you are in." As he followed her instruction, Claire realized it was now or never if she was going to escalate her leverage into the sexual domain that she craved.

With one last consideration of simply leaving his home with a grade already cemented, she tossed her final reservations aside and said to him, "If you comply with my requests tonight, you should have no problems whatsoever with continuing your career. I know you have an excellent reputation, and my strong preference is to not interfere with it."

"But should you fail in following my instructions to the letter, I feel quite sure that your little note is all the rope that will be needed for the dean to hang you with. Would you agree that your tenure could be snatched away by me simply sharing your note and explaining what you have done to me, a naïve young co-ed?"

She gave him some time to consider the enormity of what she was suggesting. A sweat began to break out on his forehead, and had she not been so flush with excitement as to what lay ahead, she might have even felt sorry for him.

He started to say something, stopped, cleared his throat, and trying his best to retain some element of composure, replied with utter defeat, "You win. I will do as you ask Claire."

"Ms. Parsons," she suggested to him.

Hanging his head now, "Ms. Parsons", he quietly repeated.

Claire wanted to jump for joy. Her plan was perfect. She had taken a risk, but it was carefully calculated, and now it was clear that it would pay off. She wanted to let out a victorious battle cry, but she needed to maintain a level of decorum so as to continue to assert her control. She did not want him to know how much she would enjoy what was going to happen lest it might provide him with some ammunition.

She slowly sipped her drink, but he seemed to have lost his thirst. Gone from the professor was the understated confidence that he had possessed around campus, in his classroom, and in his office when Claire had been placed in a soundly submissive position.

Now he was a nervous wreck, and Claire knew this had to be unchartered territory for him. She sat silently and decided she would finish her drink, and allow him to soak in this state of unease for a few minutes. When he looked at her, she simply gave him a smile -- a smile of someone who was supremely confident. Claire knew the effect this would have, and he seemed to hang his head in a way that had him looking like someone that had been caught misbehaving.

Finishing her drink, Claire rose from her chair, and started walking toward what was obviously the master bedroom. She asked him to follow and as he did, she stopped and asked him to please retrieve her shopping bag. All the better to make him carry this sinister package.

Seeing his bed, she knew it would work perfectly. It was a solid looking thing with heavy wooden bedposts. He really seemed uncomfortable now as he realized the tables that suited him so well earlier in the day were about to be turned on him.

"Ethan, I am about to begin giving you instructions. I expect each one to be followed without question or delay. Is that clear?"

"Yes Ms. Parsons, it is."

Hearing herself addressed in this way caused a thrill to run through her and a little electric bolt seemed to zap her clit. She was about to do it. Fully dominate a powerful and tenured professor. She could do nothing about the way her brain caused her body to respond -- her feminine juices began to flow. Please do not let him notice she pled inwardly to herself.

Here we go she thought. "Please remove your shirt and pants," she requested. He clearly knew this was coming and delayed for only a second or two before following her instructions.

As his clothes came off, Claire was quite surprised with what she saw. Hidden under those ridiculous clothes he wore to class was a pretty good body absent any fat. As her eyes traveled south on her first journey across his body, she couldn't help but stop at his cock.

She had certainly felt the excitement of his hard-on when she was prone over his lap receiving a spanking, but there was no way to have known the size he possessed. Jesus he must have made some girls pretty damn happy with that weapon. His cock was perfect. Smooth, with a large mushroom kind of head at it's end. His pubic hair was trimmed quite close as he was clearly aware that this asset should be displayed in it's entirety.

Not only was it big, but he was also growing right in front of her. Oh what a thrill as Claire realized that he was becoming aroused by the situation. Perfect for what she had in mind.

Catching herself in the revelry of staring at the growing monster in front of her, she silently rebuked herself to get back to business. So with her economics instructor naked in front of her, the rush that she had remembered from having utter control over someone was taking it's full hold.

Hoping her voice wouldn't betray her and show her excitement, she instructed him to lie on the middle of the bed. He silently complied and moved to the center of the bed and was lying on his back.

Claire studied him and thought about her various purchases. This was going to be new to her -- she would have to figure some of it out on the fly. She considered him, his bed, her purchases, and what she wanted to do to him, and as calmly as she could muster said, "Please turn over and lie on your stomach."

Professor Butler seemed to hesitate and looked at her without moving. "Now", she said in an even, but firm tone. Still he did not move.

Claire spoke, "Professor, I do not want to remind you again about my rules. It is a simple thing for me to pay a visit to the dean. What will it be?"

Realizing there was nothing he could do if he wanted to save his career, he slowly rolled over as he had been asked.

Claire spilled out the contents of her bag and began opening packages. She chuckled to herself as she noticed how tightly his legs were squeezed to together -- as if to protect himself. That would soon be resolved she gleefully thought.

Remembering the images she had seen on her computer only a couple of hours before, she had said, "Please place your arms fully extended away from you body."

He slowly did as instructed. Taking first his right, then his left, she securely attached a padded leather restraint to each wrist, and connected it securely to the corresponding bedposts at the head of his bead. His arms were now fully outstretched. There was essentially no slack in the bindings.

Claire stopped to admire her very first foray into restraining a man. She immediately knew that she had come home to the mothership. This is what she belonged doing. She had barely started and was already loving the naughty feeling deep inside her that had her impossibly wet.

Next stop, his legs, she decided. Kneeling on the bed, she secured two more leather restraints, one to each ankle. As she gently pulled on the right one so as to attach him in a spread eagle position, he resisted her and pulled his leg in the opposite direction.

She decided it was time to assert herself in a slightly more physical way. "Thwap." Her hand soundly smacked his ass. So surprised by this, he was unable to stifle an exclamation and let out a guttural "Arrrrggghhh, what the hell?"

"That's the last time!" Claire screamed at him. I'm done. I'm untying you and leaving.

"No. Please! I promise I will do whatever you want. I'm sorry Ms. Parsons. Really. It was a mistake that will not be repeated."

Claire was so pleased she couldn't suppress a shudder of excitement at this submissive pleading coming from him. Her smile was broad. Thank god he was on his stomach and couldn't see her face.

"OK then, let's try this again, shall we?" Again she pulled his right leg as far as it would go and quickly tied it off against the bedpost at the foot of the bed. When she moved to take care of his left, there was no resistance.

She stepped back to as to fully admire her handiwork. Not bad for someone that had never done this before she thought. There was no doubt that Claire could easily get used to this sort of activity.

Studying her handiwork, and thinking back to how she must have looked earlier when she was being spanked across his lap, she got an idea.

Grabbing one of his oversized pillows, she said to him, "Ethan, please raise your rear end."

With his eyes closed to the humiliation he knew was imminent, he complied. Quickly, she inserted the pillow underneath him.

Perfect Claire thought to herself as she inwardly squealed with delight. He was completely immobilized with his ass high, high in the air, and legs spread further apart than one could imagine. She had access to every part of him. God she had to stop just to get a hold of herself. His cock had grown a bit more and was betraying him. She knew his excitement was mounting.

One last touch: she decided to use the blindfold she had bought. It was almost a luxury for him she thought. A velvety soft blackout blindfold that was now the only thing he was wearing. With this in place, she felt more comfortable in taking her own clothes off as she realized he would have no way of knowing that she was naked.

She was ready. Ready to begin a teasing torture of him that she knew she would carry on with for an extended period. If all worked out as planned, she intended to have him begging before the end of the night.

Running her fingers as lightly and slowly as she could, she started at his feet and ankles. She traced irrelevant patterns on his lower legs for several minutes. As she moved higher to the back of his knees, she could have sworn she saw a little twitch in that gorgeous cock he was equipped with. She reveled in the fact that she could look at him all she wanted without him knowing how much she was enjoying it.

Moving her fingertips higher, their path moved up his thighs. She then noticed some involuntary twitching of his butt cheeks. Her clit was tingling with excitement with the affect she was eliciting from him.

So when her fingers traversed to reach the highest part of his inner thigh and an almost imperceptible moan escaped his lips, she moved even deeper into a blissful state. But she couldn't allow herself that yet. Perhaps later, but now, there were still objectives that needed completing.

She continued with her teasing touch and traced his uppermost thigh as close to his testicles that she could without touching them. To his credit, he stayed quiet and attempted to keep his composure. She would have to change that.

Making it seem like an accident, she allowed a feather-light touch of her fingernail against his ball sac. She was immediately rewarded with a sharp intake of breath from the professor as he shuddered. He may have not said anything, but his cock was on the move again. It continued growing and was fast approaching being the largest one she had ever seen in person.

Quickly realizing that the mechanism of a simple light touch had an effect on him that seemed to drive him to the point of distraction, Claire decided this would be her weapon of choice for the time being. She continued to ever so lightly caress his upper thighs, and moved to his butt cheeks. Then, in an unexpected way, she allowed her finger to lightly brush against the underside of his now almost fully erect cock.

"Oh my gawwwwd!" he wailed.

If she though she had enjoyed his reaction the first time she had touched his testicles, this provided her with a new desire that was completely unexpected. She couldn't help but reach down with her other hand and gave herself a few needed caresses of her now aching clit. Dipping her fingers into her well, she was not surprised to find herself soaking wet. She had expected enjoyment from this, but the control she exerted over this man was almost too much.

"Please", she heard him whisper.

"What was that Ethan?" she implored.

"Please touch me", her replied slightly louder, "I promised you an A, it's the least you could do.

With his begging serving as encouragement, Claire took several fingers, and in a feathery tickling fashion, covered the entirety of testicles and the sensitive underside of his cock.

"Arrrrgggghhhh. Please, I need your grip on me. I need more, please!!!"

Claire laughed out loud at this and declared, "Oh no. We're no where close to that point."

But with that, she grabbed his cock fully with one hand and gave him several light but full strokes. He practically wailed and pleaded with her to continue. Her resolve even started to crumble a little bit as she was mesmerized by the size, beauty and firmness of this cock in front of her. The knowledge that she and she alone had caused this reaction from him provided her with the strong desire to want to finish him off, but that didn't work into her plan for the time being.

Quietly reprimanding herself, she quickly moved away from him and got off the bed so as to give herself a break in order to restore her own self-control.

She sifted through the contents of her bag from the store and selected a couple of items. Moving back on the bed, she gave him a playful slap on his ass, and said, "My professor, what a lovely tush you have. I would love to spank it sometime. Spank it just as you did to me earlier today. What would you think of that?" She couldn't stifle a giggle when there was no reply to her query. Oh how she loved her position of dominance.

She now shifted her attention to caressing this truly lovely ass as she used the tracing motion that she had previously utilized on his legs. Feather light, slow moving touches had his breathing soon quickening. As her touching neared his perfect little asshole. She noticed that his breathing had increased. Could it be that the attention to his ass and the associated orifice could cause this? What a wonderful revelation.