Professor Jones and His Student - Sex Stories

Professor Jones and His Student

... computer casting a faint glow on his face. Gesturing to a simple brown chair in front of his desk for her to sit down, he began speaking. “Maggie, I’ve called you here because I’ve noticed that without serious intervention on my part, you will not be pass this class. Because this is my first time teaching, I don’t want it to be marred by failing students. You, unfortunately, are the only one in the entire class that is even close to not passing.” Out of everything he could have said, that was not what she had either expected or hoped for. “I’m failing?” “Yes. Now, why do you think that is?” Because you are without a doubt one of the hottest person I’ve ever laid eyes on, and believe it or not, that makes it a tad hard to focus. “Um…I’m not sure,” Maggie said lamely. “It seems that you take notes during class, and you have participated in group discussions before. But your papers and test scores read as though you’ve never set foot inside of my classroom. If you need extra tutoring lessons, I’ll be happy to provide them. I refuse to look bad as a professor just because one person isn’t pulling their fair share of the class. Am I understood?” Maggie nodded nervously. She just hoped that the extra tutoring would work, since she couldn’t afford to flunk out this early in college. “When does tutoring start?” Maggie asked innocently. Jones smiled, almost wickedly, when he replied, “Immediately, dear. I cannot allow this kind of failure to continue.” “Im-immediately?” Maggie ...

... squeaked with alarm. “But I can’t, Professor, I’ve got a class in fifteen-“ “If you’d prefer to fail, you may leave now and I’ll report you as having dropped out of my class. Which would have wasted several hundred dollars, not to mention hours of your time and mine.” “No, no, please don’t do that! I can miss my next class, it’s fine,” she said hastily, trying not to sound as panicked as she felt. “But now,” continued Professor Jones, acting as though Maggie hadn’t said anything at all, “I think that we should teach you a lesson on respecting your authority figures, and on paying attention.” It wasn’t until he pushed his chair away from his desk and tapped a palm on his lap that Maggie understood what the young teacher meant. He was asking her to sit still for a spanking, like a naughty child. She couldn’t afford to fail the class, her parents would kill her! But on the other hand, could she sit still for something like that? “But Professor Jones, there has to be another way! I’ll do anything else to make up my grade, anything!” He shook his head, patting his lap once again. “Be a good girl and take the punishment you deserve, Maggie. If I have to tell you again, I’m afraid I’ll have to fail you.” Shaking with excited, nervous anticipation, Maggie stood up and walked over to him. Brushing a lock of dark hair off of his forehead, Jones stood and gently took her by the arm, bending her over the center of the table. From his viewpoint, her tiny shorts were plastered against her ...