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On some afternoon, at some college campus, inside some gymnasium, a class of students stood on colorful yoga mats in a shallow lunge, arms extended in front and behind.

"Now," the instructor bellowed, "We'll be transitioning into the Triangle pose." He got ready himself; all eyes were on him. "Simply lean forward and place your front hand on your front ankle. Like this," he contorted sideways and reached towards the sky. "Don't forget to breathe," he added. A tall, lanky fellow tumbled on his side, arms and legs flailing as he did so. "Careful Dave, don't hurt yourself, it's just yoga." He went over to help his student back up and looked around at the others. "Good Janelle, I see you're already more flexible from last week."

"How's this Mr. March?" Allison asked.

March mentally rolled his eyes, knowing full well she was fine. Ever since the beginning of the semester, she used whatever excuse she could to get him to pay attention to her. "Lookin' good." He said, giving a thumbs up.

"You think you could help me? I feel like I'm going to fall over." her voice had that coy inflection to it.

"If you fall over, just roll with it, like Dave did."

The other students laughed from down under. They seemed to sense this charade as well. If the boys weren't crowding around her at the start of class, the girls were giggling along as she did her best to seduce March into some kind of compromising position. Truthfully, he was sick of it. One more final exam and he could be free of this succubus in training. Rumor had it, she seduced her last health professor into sleeping with her and he ended up getting a divorce over the affair.

His watch timer beeped. "Okay everybody, five minutes left. Let's get into lotus pose and take a few minutes to meditate." The students all sat down, legs crossed, eyes closed. March sat too, attempting to wipe last week's image of Allison swaying her ass at him in Downward-Facing Dog. He nearly kicked her out for the indecency.

He opened his eyes to observe and noticed Allison looking at him with a half smile on her lips. He stared with a blank expression and watched as she licked her lips from one side to the other. His brow furrowed; she seemed to be enjoying this game of temptation. His watch timer beeped again. "Okay everyone, that's it for today. Don't forget the final exam is next Tuesday. Bring a number two pencil if you can!"

All the students left. All except for Allison that is. She stayed seated, eyes locked as the others rolled up their mats and grabbed their water bottles. March rose, chest heaving with an anger ready to boil over. He remained composed though and walked over to the stereo system to retrieve the meditation CD.

Allison walked over too, stretching her arms high above her head and pushing her hip out to the side. When March turned around, she was in front of him playing with her ponytail.

"Can I help you Allison?" he asked, zipping the CD in his gym bag.

"Yeah, I was wondering if the showers were still open?" She bit her lip and eyed him up and down.

"Open 'til 10PM, same as always." He started wheeling the system to the storage closet.

She followed behind, a confidant spring in her step. "I was also wondering, if you wanted to shower too? Together maybe?" She ran a finger along his bicep, but he pushed her hand away.

"Shouldn't you go study or something?" He pushed some plastic nets out of the way and tossed a few lacrosse sticks in the back.

"Well, considering I've aced all the tests so far, I don't see why. Come on," she coaxed, "it's just one shower."

He locked the door and faced her. "Miss Caradine, I'm tired of this little...game you keep trying to play."

"Maybe if you'd play along you'd learn to love it." She leaned in as if to kiss him.

March sidestepped and headed for the exit. "Goodnight Allison." he said without looking back.

She huffed and sighed, more determined than before to sleep with him. Next Tuesday, all the students filled out their tests and handed them in, some shaking hands as they said goodbye. Allison stayed until the very last minute, twiddling her pencil as she ogled him behind the desk.

"Five minutes left Allison, you better hurry up and finish." March said.

"Oh I finished two and a half hours ago." She pushed her test across the table. "I just wanted to make sure we were completely alone."

March rolled his eyes, visibly this time. "Miss Caradine, you need to leave. Now." He got up from his chair and held the door open.

She got up and sauntered her way over to him. She licked her lips and delicately bit the eraser on her pencil. March resisted the urge to shout at her, instead he inhaled, held it, then released. "What do you want Miss Caradine."

She rubbed the outside of his khakis and cooed, "I just want to get to know you better." He stared blankly again and felt a heat rise in his gut. "And from the hardness in your pants, it feels like you wanna get to know me better too."

"Physiological response to external stimuli is not the same as arousal."

"That's not what all the other guys say." She smiled and squeezed.

"Why are you trying so hard?"

"Why not?" She slung her arms around his neck and inched closer. "Besides, I like the fact that we're the same height, it means I can stare into those deep brown eyes of yours." She stuck her tongue out and flicked it over his lips.

March looked over at his desk. "You know, there's this yoga pose I wanna teach you."

"Oh yeah?" she grinned.

"Yeah," he said, breaking free of her embrace and pulling out a yoga mat beneath his desk. He rolled the mat out at the back of the classroom and beckoned her over. She practically skipped. "Back towards the wall." She turned and faced him, "It's called the Seiza Pose. All you gotta do, is kneel on the floor."

Allison did. "Like this?" she said with a wide smile on her face.

"Just like that." March loosened his tie. He unbuttoned his dress shirt and folded it in half then draped it over a chair, doing the same with the tie.

She undid his belt buckle and hooked her fingers into his boxer briefs. "God Mr. March, you have thighs like tree trunks." She ran her hands over them as his trousers lowered.

"Yup. Never skip leg day." He watched as she pulled his waistband down, down, down until his penis was free and hanging in front of her face. He saw her eyes widen a bit as she mouthed the words, "oh my god."

"I knew gay men had bigger penises, but I never knew this big."

"W-hold on a second," he said, "You think I'm gay?"

"Well yeah, everyone does." she eased back on her feet. When he continued to look at her confused, she explained, "You never talk about a girlfriend or a wife, you're always very well groomed, and I mean, you teach yoga."

"I teach yoga because it's easy and relaxing."

"Whatever. You're not the first guy I've turned." She bit her lip and held his shaft in her hand. "Plus, you never seem to get excited around girls." She placed her lips around the tip and gently sucked. "Even when their asses are in the air."

"It's called self-control Miss Caradine."

"Whatever you say Mr. March."

Allison ran her tongue out at the base of his cock and licked back and forth. She cradled his balls with her other hand and proceeded to engulf his dick in her mouth. She looked at his shoulders and wondered what his skin felt like under that tight undershirt. "Mmm," her voice vibrated, "you're a grower too." She moved her tongue around his member and looked up at his sober face. "Cheer up Mr. March."

"Straighten your back." He said.

"Really Mr. March? I'm sucking your dick and you're thinking about yoga?"

"I care about proper form. So straighten your back."

She exhaled through her nose and corrected her posture.

"Good."

As soon as she placed her lips around his tip, he thrust all the way in and rammed her against the wall. Allison gagged and gurgled on his cock, trying to push against his thighs. He held her there until she started hitting against them. When he let off, she gasped and wiped slobber from her mouth.

"What the hell!" she stood up and headed for the door. "You know what, fuck this, I'm leaving." March caught up and closed the door over her shoulder. He hooked his hand around the front of her neck and pulled her into his frame.

"You're not dismissed yet," he spoke into her ear. He rotated her body and she crashed onto the floor. He locked the door and pulled the shade down over the window.

A panic hit Allison like a tidal wave as she looked for an alternate exit. Finding none, she scrambled to her feet and tried to play innocent. "Ha ha ha, very funny Mr. March. I'd like to leave now." She noticed his throbbing erection tucked neatly in his trousers again.

"You said you wanted to get to know me better. In fact, you were very enthusiastic about it." He approached her like a lion sneaking up on a gazelle.

"I got to know you just fine. I don't like how rough you are." She slowly backed up.

"Really? None of those boys you fucked were rough in the slightest?"

"Well yeah, but not like that! You nearly choked me to death."

"Oh that?" he chuckled, "That was nothing," he said, his voice settling back down.

Allison had backed up all the way in front of his desk by the wall. He kept edging forward, so she tried a different approach. "Okay, look I'm sorry I pushed so hard to get you to sleep with me. Can we just forget this?" Her voice was loud, but desperate. He smirked and shook his head no. She tried a different approach. "I'll scream. Come any closer and I swear to god I'll scream."

"Go head," he said, "This is the only only other classroom in Torrance Hall, and Mr. Jackson doesn't have classes on Tuesday. Besides, I'm usually the last one out and the janitor doesn't come until one in the morning." By now, he had encroached until her back pressed against a poster of the skeletal system.

Allison tried one final approach. "I'll tell someone." Her voice was barely a whisper. She did her best to not burst into tears; she at least didn't want to give him that satisfaction of seeing her so afraid.

"And who's gonna believe you?" he snickered. He gripped her chin and forced her to look at him. "You underestimate just how far your reputation precedes you Miss Caradine. The entire faculty knows about your little affair with Mr. Moses last semester."

"That never happened," she blurted.

March raised an eyebrow. "You mean you never fucked his brains out in the storage closet?"

"No," she confessed, "I just flirted with him over text messages. His wife found out and assumed we had sex."

"Mm. I see. What about your little dates with half the basketball team?"

She avoided eye contact.

"Ah, there it is."

"Please, you're hurting me."

"And don't forget," he squeezed harder and she grabbed his wrist, "it was you who said everyone thought I was gay. How could I ever rape you if I'm not attracted to you?"

A single tear fell down her cheek.

He released her face, and she held back sobs. "Put your hands on the desk."

She shook, but did as he said. She sensed a kind of poison in his words.

He went behind his desk and pulled out his gym bag, plopping it on top. He pulled out a small bundle of birch held together with gorilla tape. "You know what this is?" he asked.

"No," she mumbled.

"It's called a switch." He moved behind her. "It was used as a tool for corporal punishment back in the day. Now, it seems as though you brats get whatever you want." He ran his free hand beneath her shirt until he found her bra strap. He removed his hand. "Take your top off." he said.

She grabbed the bottom of her halter top and pulled it off, leaving it on the desk.

"Bra too." He tapped the lacy strap with the switch.

Her lip quivered, but not wanting to risk any harm, she pulled the straps down and twisted it around, unhooked it, and dropped it on the desk as well. Her skin bristled at the sudden exposure. She felt cold now, despite the summer-like conditions. He hovered the switch over her back and occasionally touched random spots, curling his lip up every time she flinched. He pressed his hard on against her ass and reached around to unbutton her skin tight jeans. Her shoulder blades protruded as she leaned forward to get away from him. He leaned forward too, unzipping her fly and sticking his fingers inside her pants. She tensed as he rubbed up and down her labia; her blue thong barely covered anything.

March tugged her pants down around her legs. "I hope you didn't pay a lot of money for these." He grabbed the waistband on her thong and ripped it to shreds. She whimpered, her knees going weak as she felt the fabric being torn from her body. He tossed them on the table and smacked her on the butt. She lurched forward, but he pulled her back. He took a step back and admired her half naked form. "Hold still Miss Caradine, it's time I teach you a lesson." He snapped his wrist and the switch connected with her bare ass. Her yelp rebounded off all four walls.

He paused, moving to a fresh spot.

THWAP!

Another spot.

THWAP!

Another one.

THWAP!

He brought the birch down over her bum until it beamed with the brightness of a fresh sunburn. Her tears fell more steadily now and her head hung between her shoulders. The sting sank in like a bad dream. "Please Mr. March," she begged, "please, can I go?"

She heard him unbuckle his belt and reply, "After I get to know you."

She cried openly now, sinking lower and lower onto his desk. He wouldn't allow it though. He reached around and pulled on her jaw. With his other hand, he pushed the switch past her lips and wedged it between her teeth.

"You drop this, and I'll stop being so gentle." he said.

He pulled out his aching cock and rubbed the tip up and down her slit. Her breathing sped up as he pushed inside her. "I know I preached to you guys about safe sex, but going in bareback feels so much better." Normally, she would agree, but never had she wished so much for a condom. She felt her opening stretch wider than any other guy she had. A nasally whine escaped her throat.

"Take it out! Take it out take it out take it out!"

"Just relax, you'll get accustomed."

He started slow, methodical, but slow. He felt along her hips and waist, feeling across her stomach and up to her breasts. He groped them, rolling her nipples between his fingers and sending a shock through her body. Her soft flesh felt silky against his calloused hands. He sped up his thrusting, slapping his hips against her bare ass. He looked down to see it bounce off his dick; a sort of firm ripple. Her body contracted as his entire length rubbed against her vaginal walls. The harsh friction she felt at first gave way to some wetness, and her teeth dug in at the thought of it.

"Nice to feel your body finally responding to sexual stimulus." he said.

Her tongue danced across the wood; it was all she could taste. Her fingernails scraped against the vinyl top and her hands slid from sweaty palms. Her voice wavered as she felt an unwanted pleasure from his rough hands, from his deep voice, from the unrelenting fullness of his massive cock. He started pounding into her pussy, not fast, but hard like a sonic boom. She groaned in sync with each slam and felt his hands migrate back down to her waist. His hands sunk into her sides and held her in place to deepen the shock wave of fucking.

"Truth is Miss Caradine," he said while keeping pace, "I fuck whoever I want."

Her body rocked as she grunted. At times, he would push all the way in and hold, causing her to shake and whimper. The rest of the time, he kept his rhythm of thrusting forward while simultaneously pulling her hips back. His fingers spread across the front of her thighs, under her waist. As a cruel joke, he wet the tips of his fingers and rubbed them over her clit. The unwanted pleasure she felt swelled to an unbearable pressure. Before she could stop herself, she came, allowing him to penetrate farther and she started feeling sore as a result. Then, after a few seconds of deeper and faster thrusting, she felt him pull out and jizz on her back.

Relief washed over her. That was until she saw a flash. She turned her head to see him holding up his phone and smiling a crooked smile. The birch fell from her mouth as she protested, "No! What are you do-" A hand clamped on the back of her neck and slammed her head down onto the desk.

"I told you to keep that in your mouth." He said. "Maybe you need another lesson."

She kept apologizing until her told her to shut up.

March pulled up his underwear and pants, buckling his belt again. He reached into his gym bag and pulled out a towel. He wiped off her back and tossed it back in with the switch. She melted into the floor as he grabbed his shirt and tie from the back. He reassembled his attire and brushed his hair back a few times with his fingers. Grabbing her test off the table, he filed it inside his briefcase and snatched her torn thong from his desk.

"I'm keeping these," he said, shoving them into his pocket.

Allison cried, quietly, but she cried all the same. She stared at a blank spot in the wall, thinking that maybe if she lay still, he'd forget she existed. It seemed to work. He slung his gym bag over his shoulder and grabbed his briefcase. He pulled the shade up, unlocked the door, and took a peek outside in the hall.

"Get up." He said.

She didn't move.

He walked back to her and stood over her. "Get. Up."

She rose, slow and scared. She kept her eyes down as she carefully pulled her pants back up and grimaced as her vulva felt raw and tender.

"Get dressed."

She grabbed her bra and fumbled with the hooks until her fingers finally cooperated. Her top wasn't any easier to put on.

"Now walk."

She held her arms across her body and shuffled towards the door. She nearly jumped out of her skin when she felt him push her in the center of her back, steering her towards the exit. He shut off the lights as they went and locked the main door behind them. He stood, watching her try to close in on her self. He placed his briefcase on the ground and swung his hand up to the back of her neck again. She let out a whimper, wishing the earth would swallow her whole.

He said in a low tone, "You ever tell anyone, anything, and I'll circulate that picture over the internet. Every chat room, every forum, every website where there are perverts waiting to find girls like you... got it?" His hand tightened as he spoke and she quickly nodded her head.

"Good." He picked up his briefcase and resumed his instructor like voice. "Behave yourself now. I wouldn't want to drag you back here for summer school. Enjoy your break!" He walked to his car and smiled up at the glittering night sky.