Fantasies of a Young Dominatrix - Sex Stories

Fantasies of a Young Dominatrix

... think I know exactly why you are bothering me here today." I must have been influenced again by the English school practice of calling students by their last names.

He responded, "You do, ma'am?"

"Of course, we both know that your final paper is overdue. You don't have it with you, so I assume you are still working on it."

He launched into an explanation, "You see, professor, I have been having trouble with..."

I raised my hand and cut him off. "Do not give me any of your lame excuses." I couldn't leave it at that. "Being three days late with your paper is completely inexcusable." At that point, I crossed my legs, and my hem rode up enough to give a peek at one of my black stocking straps. As I said, the dress was quite short.

Paul was discombobulated at not being allowed to finish his explanation. All he said was, "Yes, professor, I know."

"Well, since you made an appointment to see me today, what is it that you expect me to do?"

That time I let him say his piece. "Professor Meara, I would be most grateful if you could give me an extension of the deadline or if necessary, mark my grade as incomplete until I can finish it."

"You really are a cheeky little brat, aren't you? You have some fucking nerve coming in here and requesting an incomplete. I'd be well within my rights to just fail you now, on the spot."

"Professor, give me a chance, I'm sure I can finish it in..." I could see that he was trying to calculate how much more time he was going to ...

... ask from me. He decided. "Two more days, I promise, and I can have it done."

I shook my head and made a clucking sound, "D'Amato, I am a professor here, and yet you have the gall to try to negotiate with me?"

He was very worried now, "Please don't fail me, I've never failed a course here before."

"There's always a first time for everything." I looked away from him and put on an expression as if I was considering the issue. In fact, of course, I had already decided on what the outcome would be.

Finally, I said, "I will consider an extension for you -- two days, only -- but first, you must accept a punishment from me." That was a line I often used on clients pretending to be wayward students.

"Thank you, ma'am, I am so grateful that you gave me this opportunity."

I simply said, "You haven't heard what the punishment is yet."

He fumbled around for a response. "Well, no, I don't know yet."

I had shrewdly laid the cane on my desktop where it wouldn't be noticeable. Now I leaned back and picked it up, holding it across my lap. One end of the implement was bent into a curved hook. Again, I had been influenced by British customs.

"D'Amato, do you know what this is?"

"It's a cane, I suppose."

"Very perceptive. It's merely a junior cane, thirty inches of rattan, but it can be quite effective. Do you know what I'm going to do with it?"

He probably got the gist of it but he said, "No, ma'am, I'm not sure."

"You see, D'Amato, I'm going to offer you a ...