Yes, I cheated. I wanted to get 5 (out of 5) for my grade. I am a straight-5 student, but this class had been… odd. It was not difficult per se, but the professor had some unorthodox views and perspectives that you just cannot find in the standard textbooks. I am very good when it comes to finding and reading information, but I was sure that I would fail at least on some level if I didn’t try to cheat. Our professor, Joanna Yahaira, was so laid back that I did not expect her to pay attention to the exam nor even care if someone tried to cheat. But she did pay attention and she did care. I received an email from the Professor where she explained in detail how I cheated and how it was recorded in the classroom. There is no disputing that proof. And now I am going to be expelled.
Professor Yahaira is in her late thirties, I believe 38, but already quite esteemed in educational circles in my home country. She is beloved in our university by students and other teachers. Especially, she is popular with male students and reasons for that are quite obvious. Quite frankly, she is the “hot professor”. Perfect D-cup breasts and long blonde hair are the first things that people notice. Most girls in our class, myself included, are quite envious of her ass. Even though she does not dress very provocatively, her assets are clearly visible which makes her just that much hotter. But maybe the most noticeable feature is the way she talks. It does not matter if she talks about her profession, what everyone did during the weekend or how is the weather, she can maintain a certain level of authority and seductiveness in her voice. It is quite captivating.
Anyway, back to the story. She has asked me to join her at her residence in the evening to make my case. Sufficient to say, I am very afraid and I keep scoulding myself while walking to her place. I did not really need to have the 5 that bad and now I am a risk of being kicked out of the university. But I keep wondering… If she was adamant to expel me, why bother to even talk with me? I guess I will learn it very soon.
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Professor Yahaira lives in quite a big house. I would not call it a mansion, but it is quite evident that she is not running out of money anytime soon. As a poor student, I can only hope to live in as an expensive place in the future. But that means that I need to graduate first which means that I need to resolve this mess. I ring the fancy-looking doorbell and I can hear how the bell echoes inside. After what feels like an eternity I see the door opening. A well-dressed man opens the door and says, ‘Yes miss, how can we help you?’. I expected Professor Yahaira to answer the door so I awkwardly replied, ‘Uuum… Sorry but is this the residence of Joanna Yahaira?’. The man was staring at me sternly and said with a firm voice, ‘Yes miss, this is the residence of PROFESSOR Yahaira. Do you have an appointment with PROFESSOR Yahaira?’. He made sure that I noticed the weighing of his words. ‘Oh ok. Yes, I have an appointment. I was supposed to come at 8 pm. My name is Isabella.’, I replied. With dry humor, he replied, ‘Dear miss, last time I had the privilege to announce a person without a surname was “The Prince”, and even he had the common decency to have two words in his name.’. I was taken aback, but I gathered myself quickly, ‘My apologies, I am Isabella Thompson and I have an appointment with PROFESSOR Yahaira for 8 o’clock.’. ‘Welcome Miss Thompson. Madam is expecting you. Please come inside.’.
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I walked inside, past the man who had opened the door for me. I assume that he was the butler of the residence which I found a bit funny. “Who has butlers nowadays?”, I asked silently in my mind. ‘Miss Thompson, please follow me.’, he said sounding very official. I nodded and followed him deeper inside. The inside of the building was a lot larger than it looked to outside. There were multiple corridors leaving from the hall and from what I could see there were dozens of doors at the sides of the corridors. I had no way of knowing how big the rooms were behind those doors, but if they were anything like the room the butler took me, I might need to rethink my stand regarding the building not being a mansion.
Butler had guided me into a large room which I assumed was the waiting area. The interior was quite fancy. There were several sofas and coffee tables. I could also spot many expensive-looking carpets on the floor and large bookshelves next to the walls. Butler poured water into one of the glasses on the table and pulled the chair for me, ‘Miss Thompson, please sit down. Madam will be here shortly.’. I tried to smile and replied, ‘Thank you. You have been most kind mister…?’. ‘Grayson. Adam Grayson. Thank you for asking miss. I will take my leave now. Madam will be with you shortly.’. He closed the heavy door which we used to enter the room and I was left alone.
I took a sip of the water while I waited for the professor to come. Talking with Adam had helped me with my nerves, but I could not help to notice how my hand was shaking while I was holding the water glass. My whole future was still at stake here. Before I walked here, I tried to research any past incidents of cheating in Professor Yahaira’s class, but I could not find any. Which was weird… It’s not like students did not cheat in university. Was I the first one? Or did she kill everyone who cheated so no trace could exist? Probably not the latter one, but it did not make me feel any better.
I had not even noticed that there was more than one way into the room before the inconspicuous side door opened. I got a glance at the adjacent room. It was very well-lit and looked dressing room of a kind. The thought was bolstered when I saw the professor walking from the room wearing an elegant bathrobe. She smiled, but there was a certain mischievousness in her eyes that made me uneasy. ‘Miss Thompson, thank you for coming. I simply adore to talk with my students about their academic… accomplishments.’, she greeted me while sitting down on a slightly bigger chair beside a bureau. I tried to calm myself and replied, ‘Thank you for inviting me professor Yahaira. I was happy to come.’. ‘Dear, I am sure you were not, but let’s see if at least one of us will be.’. She continued while I tried to make sense of what she meant, ‘So Miss Thompson, how would you like to be expelled?’.
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The word “expelled” made my heart beat faster and it took me a moment to be able to answer her, ‘Professor Yahaira, um… I would not.’. She kept smiling, ‘That is lovely Miss Thompson. I am glad to hear that. But just so you understand the situation clearly. I have every right and more than enough power to stop your educational track today. Or tomorrow. Or next week. Is this understood?’. I was afraid that my voice would break so I simply nodded. ‘If you want to continue with your chosen path, something needs to be done.’, she stated. I could only nod in acknowledgment again. She looked into my eyes for a moment and then resumed, ‘Very good then. Show me your phone.’. I am sure she could see the question marks in my eyes, but she did not say anything. I could not figure out why she was interested in my phone, but I took it out of my handbag and handed it to her. ‘Thank you Miss Thompson.’, she said while taking my phone. She pointed the phone at my face which was enough for the biometric security to let her into my phone.
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I had not been prepared for this, so I was quite confused. “Why is she checking my phone?”, I asked inside my mind. She did not say anything while she was swiping through which I assumed were my open applications. After a while, she looked back into my eyes, ‘Thank you for trusting me, Miss Thompson. I will now close your phone for the rest of your visit.’. This time I was able to open my mouth as well, ‘Yes, professor Yahaira. May I ask what you looked from my phone?’. She smiled and winked back to me, ‘You may not.’. She then laughed seductively and continued, ‘But you may strip for me, Miss Thompson.’.
‘Excuse me?!?’, I gasped. ‘Yes, Miss Thompson, I want to see you naked. Please strip.’. My previous nervousness was nothing compared to this moment. I stood up from my chair and basically yelled, ‘I will not! This is unacceptable behavior!’. Her mannerisms did not change at all when she replied, ‘Dear Miss Thompson, are you aware of the concept called “blackmailing”?’. This hit me harder than I could imagine, ‘Yes…’. ‘Good, Miss Thompson. You have 30 seconds to think if your academic career is more important than your modesty.’, she said while taking a more comfortable position in her chair. Thousands of thoughts ran through my mind, but I had no time or willpower to address them. She was holding all the cards and there were only two ways out from this situation, either I take my clothes off or I will change schools and start over. I pondered what to do, but at the end undressing in front of another woman was clearly the easier path. ‘Good choice Miss Thompson.’, the professor said when she saw my hands opening my brown blouse.
I could feel redness rising in my cheeks. It was difficult to say if it was due to anger or humility. What was certain was that I felt both of those feelings while undressing in front of my professor. ‘No need to feel shy Miss Thompson. It is just us girls here.’, said the professor while watching me a tad too intensively. I removed my jeans and I now only had my underwear on. I asked, ‘Do I need to go on or is this enough?’. ‘Yes Miss Thompson, please remove your undergarments as well.’, said professor Yahaira. I expected that answer, but that did not prevent my face from becoming even more red than it already was.
I removed the rest of my clothing and stood a few meters away from the professor. She gestured me to spin around with her finger and I did as I was instructed. ‘You look magnificent Miss Thompson. You have clearly visited the gym at the school. I would love to have abs and legs such as yours. I am so jealous of you Miss Thompson.’, she said certain level of awe in her voice. I felt proud and was a little taken aback by her compliments, ‘Thank you, professor.’. She kept listing my physical features like she wanted to remind herself, ‘Beautiful brown hair, innocent blue eyes, maybe 170 centimeters tall and approximately 55 kilograms…’. She waited until I nodded nervously. ‘Tell me, Miss Thompson, are those D-cups?’, she asked while staring at my breasts. ‘Uum. C-cups professor.’, I answered while feeling extremely exposed in front of her. ‘Your breasts are exquisite. I bet most of the campus would like to see what I am seeing right now. You are stunning Miss Thompson.’, she praised me.
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The compliments gave me the courage to say and ask, ‘Thank you professor Yahaira. May I put my clothes back now?’. ‘Oh no, dear. Not just yet. Your evening is not yet done. You have things to do.’, she replied. She got up from her chair and walked close to me. ‘Now Miss Thompson, I will explain how this will work. The reasons why I asked you to undress are threefold. Firstly, I wanted to make sure that you were not recording our meeting. I did not expect you, but I am a careful person. Secondly, I really did want to see your naked body in all of its glory.’, she said while touching my left shoulder. She kept talking while she moved behind me, ‘The third reason I will explain after you have whispered “yes” with those wonderful lips of yours. While we wait for that, let me describe the situation. I am a woman who has everything so I need to find my excitement elsewhere.’. She was caressing my naked back gently during her seductive speech, ‘This is embarrassing for me to admit, but I get a certain level of sexual gratification to make men and women, such as yourself, do what I want. I don’t want to resort to physical force or make people dance with my money. I rather have those people walk into a trap which they cannot escape from.’. Her hand moved lower and I could soon feel her touching my bare naked butt. She whispered in my left ear, ‘Blackmail is the method I prefer.’.
I swallowed but I remained calm. She continued, ‘Miss Thompson, for the remainder of the semester you will be my plaything. I will task you with certain activities for up to 3 hours every week and you will complete them exactly as ordered. If you fail, I will punish you. If you say no, I will expel you. If you succeed, there will be the next task waiting. And if you exceed my expectations, well there might be even rewards for you.’. Her hand moved to my side and was soon touching my breasts. My breathing was becoming heavier, but she did not stop talking, ‘As you might’ve guessed already, these tasks are sexual in nature. I will have you do things you have never even imagined. But who knows, you might even like them, Miss Thompson. I certainly will.’. Her mouth is mere millimeters from my ear while she is playing with my nipples, ‘Now Miss Thompson, I will ask you two questions. Did you understand what I said?’. I nodded slowly. ‘Do you agree to these terms? I need you to say it.’, she purred next to my ear. She was playing me like a fiddle. It was no mere blackmail, she was putting moves on me. It was not enough for her to force me to say “yes”, she wanted me to want to say “yes”. My mouth was as dry as Sahara when I opened my lips and moaned, ‘Yes… Professor Yahaira.’. She pinched the nipple of my right breast gently and replied, ‘Then we have a pact, Miss Thompson.’.
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She released me from her embrace and walked back away from me. I have never during my 25-years-old life had been into girls, and I was not planning to start now. But fuck, I had to admit that the moment had made me hot and heavy. While walking away professor Yahaira said, ‘Miss Thompson, the third reason why I asked you to remove your clothes was to ready you for your first task. Week 1 starts now. Take a bathrobe from the cabinet behind you and put it on. Then proceed through the door which I used to enter. Leave your belongings here, no one will take them.’. She continued, ‘Jerome will take good care of you. He speaks only a few words of English, so don’t bother asking him about anything. He will do exactly as he has been instructed. Please enjoy Miss Thompson.’. The heavy door opened in front of the professor and Adam came in. It took me a few seconds to remember that I was still standing completely naked. I covered myself with my hands and rushed to find the bathrobe the professor had mentioned.
Adam admired my naked body openly in front of Professor Yahaira. She rolled her eyes at him and said to me before exiting the room, ‘Adam will escort you out when you are done with Jerome. Or should I say when Jerome is done with you? Either way, have a relaxing time Miss Thompson. Let’s stay in touch.’. She walked out from the door and Adam closed the door behind him just when I was able to put on the bathrobe.
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“It seems that the rest of my semester just became quite interesting.”.