Femdom Student and her Professor!

By MildmaninVA.


You sure know a lot about numbers,” Samantha said to her professor after the room emptied.

Doctor Small sat behind his desk, scribbling on some papers.

“You know, professor, there is a rumor about you going around campus,” she says coyly, placing both hands on top of the desk.

He put his pen down and looked up at her. “And what is that, Miss Gray?” he asked, pushing his spectacles up.

“Well,” she said slowly, “some of the girls I know- who’ve had you before…and by had, I mean HAD, you know what I mean, don’t you, professor?”

His face turned a few different shades of crimson as Samantha stood before him with her accusations. He nodded meekly.

“Maybe we should close the door for this chat,” she said as she walked to the door and closed off the clamor in the hallway. She walked over to the desk in front of his and sat on it, crossing one long bare leg over the other.

“Who knew such a square-looking guy like you could be such a freak!”

“Well…”

“Don’t sit there and pretend you don’t know what I am talking about. Just think of what the administration would think if it ever got around to them.” Samantha clicked her tongue and then grinned at the teacher.

“Well…Well…” He stammered.

“The way I understand it, Doctor, is that you like to wheel and deal with your students by taking advantage of them and their insecurities. Even a C in this class could wreck someone’s GPA, right?”

“Yes, I suppose that is correct.”

“And I bet you thought you could get away with it, didn’t you? Well, let me tell you something, Doctor, I am not one of those little girls in your class who are too stupid to do anything about it. You take advantage of your students just because you can. And I am not afraid to expose you and completely ruin you. You have a family and a pretty sweet job up at this quaint university.”

“I never really thought about it.”

“Don’t you think,” Sam said, waving her arm, “that you should think about your position here at the university and how this could affect your…reputation….if this became public knowledge?”

“Well, with all due respect, Miss Gray, these doings you speak of were part of a bargain on behalf of my students and me. These doings were meant to be kept at the discretion of the parties involved.”

“Right, we will see how that one holds up in court. Fraternising with a student in your class in exchange for goods and services clearly and most definitely violates some law here at this university.”

Sam had him cornered. He stammered a few more inaudible words before silently admitting he was caught.

“As far as I’m concerned, Doctor Greenthumb, you have been a naughty little boy.” Sam emphasized the word ‘little’ and then chuckled softly.

“I don’t understand, Miss Gray. Your marks in this class are very high.”

“Not high enough. I am only pulling a B. I bet you wonder how I found out about all of this.”

“Yes, I am very curious.”

“Well, do you remember Cheryl? Did she take your class last semester? Well, she is my roommate. When she heard that I have you for this semester, she could not keep her mouth shut. Cheryl showed me some of her footage. Yeah, she has a thing for that, for recording her conquests. I am not so naïve that I didn’t notice how fucking tiny your cock is. Who are you kidding here?” Samantha laughed and uncrossed her legs, flashing her panties to the professor, whose gaze was immediately drawn to Sam’s crotch.

“What I am proposing, Dr. Greenthumb: If you want me to stay mum about this, you will have to submit your will to ME completely. And don’t even think about taking this out on my grade. I know I can ace this class, and you know I can ace this class too. So why don’t we go ahead and give me an A for the semester? Also, that new girl you hired as your TA? Fire her. I am your new TA for this class. GOT IT?”

“This isn’t the way I usually conduct business.” He said firmly.

“This isn’t your business anymore. I will drop by your office this evening at 7. BE there.”

“But Miss Gray, My wife will be expecting me for dinner.”

Sam roared with laughter.

“Dr. Greenthumb– that is not my problem. If you are not there at 7 pm promptly, I will be forced to send Cheryl’s pictures of you to the entire student body AND administration.”

He pressed his lips together and frowned, wiping his brow.

“Yes, Miss Gray. I will be there.”

“Very well then, professor. I will see you at 7.”

Sam slid off the desk and strolled out of the room.

At 7, Samantha promptly knocked on Dr. Greenthumb’s office door, located in the math department. A few seconds later, he threw the door open. Sam pushed past him. She took off her raincoat to reveal a concise black leather dress. She had a seat in his big, green leather desk chair.

“Shut the door, professor, and have a seat.” She commanded coldly.

He closed the door and hurried to a seat across from the desk. For several minutes, they sat there in silence. Sam stared across the desk at him through narrow eyes. She lazily clicked a pen that she held, and the professor twiddled his thumbs like an idiot.

“So, Professor,” she said after some more time had passed. “I don’t even know where I should begin. Let’s start with the most obvious. Logically, the root of all your problems is that you have a micropenis. Do you, by any chance, know how small you are? Have you ever measured?”

“No.”

“Then we need to find out,” Sam informed him. She picked up her briefcase and set it on the desk. The first thing she took out was her laptop. She opened it up and began to film the session.

She looked into the camera and made a brief introductory note. This was session one. Doctor Greenthumb gulped and tried to keep his nausea at bay.

“Okay, professor. Take off ALL of your clothes. “

“No, I will not.”

“WHAT DID YOU SAY?”

“I said no.”

“Oh, okay, Professor…” Sam sighed and opened her email.

“Look, professor, if you aren’t going to work with me, we can make this a lot easier on all of us, and I can send this email to everyone right now. Do you know the one where you are humping my roommate like a pathetic doggy? Do you want everyone to know how bad you are in bed? How tiny your dick is, and how do you have to beg your victims to fake it so that you can get off? I mean, do you want everyone to know?”

“NO! No, I don’t. Okay, I am taking my clothes off.” Doctor Greenthumb slowly began undressing.

“FASTER!” Samantha snapped. “Faster, you fucking piece of scum. I want to see this little worthless cock for myself.”

The professor stumbled around the office, knocking into shelves as he hurried to undress.

“Your socks, too, you filthy slime bucket.”

He took his socks off and stood before the desk, naked. His little dickie was growing hard, despite how chilly it was in the office. The floor was ice cold on his bare feet.

Next, Sam produced a long curly tape measure from her bag.

“Alright, let’s have at it,” she said. She waved the tape measure in front of her. The doctor begrudgingly walked up to Samantha’s dangling toy. As nervous as he was, he still could not help the little hard-on that poked out of his mass of curly gray pubic hair. Samantha looked at it and curled her lip in disgust.

“First thing you need to do when you wake up in the morning is to do something about that mess you have down there. I can’t believe you have been with so many hot girls, and none of them had the guts to tell you how disgusting you are,” she spat. “You are heinous.”

Doctor Greenthumb looked down at his sad-looking package with wonder.

“Don’t you have any respect? Well, probably not a little shit like you. OK. Let’s see what we’ve got here.”

Samantha held the tape measure up to Greenthumb’s member. The head of his dick measured in at just a little more than three inches.

“OH MY FUCKING GOD!” Samantha exclaimed. “I didn’t even think ones this small even existed. This is unbelievable. Have you contacted the Guinness people about this little dickie you have here? Oh no, that’s right, you didn’t even know it was small, did you?”

Greenthumb shook his head sheepishly.

“To be honest—“

“I didn’t ask you for your opinion, old man. I don’t care about your silly sob story about how your wife is left disappointed, and she lets you know in every way possible…..That’s the excuse, your reasoning, for what you do to your students. You think you have some power, your little pencil dick?”

“N—no, Miss Gray.

Greenthumb was astounded at how Samantha could decipher the method to his mayhem, and the more he thought about it, the more pathetic it made him feel. Now that he had heard how she mocked his existence, he realized he was a scumbag.

“I’m a scumbag!” he yelled out.

Samantha’s mouth stretched into an evil grin.

“That’s right; you are a fucking little scumbag. And now, you will pay for what you’ve done.”

Samantha clicked open the video that Cheryl had given her.

“Now it’s time for you to see how ridiculous you look when you’re fucking a girl….” Samantha held back her giggles as the footage began. She glanced over at the professor, who was not looking at the screen but fixed his eyes on the desk.

“Excuse me, Professor Greenthumb,” she snapped. He jerked and looked up at the screen. “Please bear witness to yourself. Just look at your technique! It’s horrendous. I mean, judging by your looks here, you look like you have never so much as watched a porno, have you? Hahaha. Okay, I bet you do nothing but look at porn, but you would never know just by watching you go at it. “

Greenthumb watched himself through the open cam window fixed on him. He remembered fucking Cheryl, and he remembered it was good. Watching and reliving the experience was almost too much for him to handle.

“Miss Gray, if you keep making me look at this, I will cum.”

“Hahahahahaha,” Samantha roared. “You will not be cumming again for quite some time, professor. I guess you aren’t brave enough to handle material like this.”

She closed the video, and all that remained was their open cam session. She smiled into the camera. She yanked the professor by the ear and pulled him up.

“Look at you, you pathetic waste of flesh. Have a look at yourself. Does that also make you want to cum?”

She bent over the table, ensuring she showed the professor a nice shot of her tight ass. As she stood up, she smoothed out the back of her skirt seductively.

“I know you can’t stop thinking about my pussy, even after this humiliation. You’d think a guy in your position would be ready to head for the hills. But like the dumb fuck you are, you are still fantasizing about me. I bet you have been drooling like a wolf since the day you decided to give me a C on that pop quiz. You piece of shit!” She slapped him hard across the face. Then she seated herself on top of the desk and stretched her legs out in front of her lazily.

“Get on your knees and spit shine my shoes,” she ordered.

He got down on all fours under her feet and bowed with reverence, which impressed her more. She could tell she was making progress with this asshole.

Doctor Greenthumb took her foot into his hands as if he were capturing a delicate bird. He gingerly flicked his tongue to the pointed toe of her shoe. He licked again, softly, and then took the plunge and swabbed his tongue all over the surface of her black shoe. He could feel the thin film of grime loosen up and mix with his saliva. It was not a very unpleasant taste. Samantha plucked a tissue from a box on the desk and let it drift from her fingers to the floor beside Greenthumb.

“Use that tissue to dry it off.” She plucked another from the box and let that one fall as well. “You can use that one to buff it. And make sure there is no tissue lint on my shoe. Next time I see you for a shoeshine, I want you to have in your possession a nice soft flannel cloth with which you will clean my shoes again.”

“Yes, Miss Gray,” he replied solemnly.

He continued to clean her right foot and then moved on to the left and repeated the steps he took to clean the first shoe. Samantha sat and busied herself, thumbing through the contents of his wallet, which she had fished out of his pants. She was otherwise ignoring Greenthumb as he completed his task.

As he worked, he contemplated the situation and realized that she would be meeting with him again with how she was talking. This filled him with dread and excitement. He had always felt very inferior, but no one had ever made him feel the way that Samantha had that day. She had utterly owned him with just the cunning tone of her voice. He wondered what it all meant. After a while, he decided that the only thing he would concern himself with was Her needs.

He leaned back and inspected his work when he was done, wiping off a smudge here and there.

“M- M- Miss Gray, I have finished shining your shoes.”

Samantha looked down at him and then turned to the cam, pouting her lips. To the camera, she spoke slowly. “Oh, you have done a fantastic job, Doctor Greenthumb, really you have. However, I know you have not cleaned the bottom of these shoes. Once you are finished with that, we can see how you’ve done.”

Licking her shoes clean was one thing, but cleaning the bottom was another deal. Greenthumb didn’t particularly want to take his chances on her shoes’ germ-ridden soles, but his alternative made him feel even sicker. He lifted one foot, and instead of being a wimp, he savagely licked and sucked the sole of her shoe. He just licked, sucked, and swallowed without much thought. He tried very hard to ignore the pebbles and other debris that he felt slipping down his throat. Samantha wiped her shoes across Greenthumb’s chest to dry them off when he was done. She ground her feet hard into his shoulders and grazed his nipples with the heels.

“Well done, Dr. Greenthumb. Now, you may get dressed. I have taken the liberty of examining your wallet, and I have gleaned all the knowledge I currently need from you. I will see you tomorrow in class, Doctor Greenthumb. I am your new assistant, of course. As for these little meetings, you can expect another one like it sometime next week. I will be sure to give you a few hours’ advance notices. “

“Yes, Miss Gray.”

Samantha left the office, leaving Greenthumb alone, and his world turned inside out.

 

The End.

 

*This story has been edited to fix spelling, punctuation, & basic grammar, but the narrative and plot have remained the same. Remember, even with limited editing. It doesn’t mean any possible major flaws in this story were fixed.

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