Date: Fri, 27 Aug 2004 15:45:37 +0000
From: kitty h <kittyha56@hotmail.com>
Subject: training-the prof-6

Thanks for the many appreciative comments received.  If you want to
add yours please send to kittyh55@hotmail.com with `Harte' in the
message head.  To save any confusion kitty was the name She gave me.

TRAINING THE PROF
Part 6

Julian hung the skirt and blouse in his wardrobe, the panties and bra
went in the top drawer of his dressing-table.  There was plenty of space
since it was the drawer once occupied by his now destroyed underpants.
The eau de toilette he placed on dressing-table top; the skin cream went
in his bathroom cabinet.  And as he carried out these domestic tasks it
suddenly occurred to him that Miss Maria was invading his home-space
too.  And now she had his spare key.  She could enter whenever she
wanted, without warning.

He went back to the bedroom and tidied the bed before dusting and
polishing the bedroom furniture.  By the time he had finished that an
hour had passed, longer than he had ever spent before.

In his excitement at his domestic rectitude, he had forgotten her
instruction to wear panties at home, a big mistake.


He was sitting in his lounge watching early evening TV when he heard
the front door open.  She was here, in his house, using the key she had
insisted on possessing!  He rose quickly undoing the zip of his trousers,
at least that message had got through to him.

She walked past him and sat in the chair by the fire-place.
	`Come here, wimp.  I want to see what panties you chose.  Drop
your trousers and show your mistress your pretty undies.'

Poor Julian hung his head in shame as he dropped his trousers, cursing
himself for his forgetfulness.  His bareness was clear for her to see, his
fat cock swinging.

Maria shook her head in mock disappointment.
	`Can't you follow the simplest of instructions?  I have always
known you are stupid, but I never thought you would be this silly.'
	`I am sorry, Miss, I forgot.'
	`Don't you worry, you will be sorry, very sorry!'

She rose.
	`Perhaps this will help you remember, wimp.  Get on your knees.'
>From her voluminous shoulder-bag she extracted an old-fashioned
twelve-inch wooden ruler.
	`Hold out your hand cock-sucker.  Fingers out straight and hold
it still.'
	And with that she beat the soft palm of his right-hand six times.
Twice he had withdrawn his hand from her assault, desperate to escape
the pain.  To no avail.  She had simply waited til he had calmed down
before continuing his punishment.  When that was finished she did the
same to his left-hand.  By the end tears were falling down his cheeks
and both palms throbbed.

She sat and surveyed her whimpering slave.  Most satisfactory; all that
male arrogance dissipated through a simple applied hand-slapping.  She
opened her legs and noted with amusement where his eyes were fixed,
on the crutch of her loose-fitting slacks.  She proceeded to lecture him.
	`I am very disappointed in you, wimp.  I gave up my valuable
time to take you shopping and this is how you repay me.  It is not as
though my instructions were complicated.  Surely even your sissy mind
could remember that.  But no.  You chose to forget.  Or is it that your
male-mind can't follow simple orders?  That must be it.  After all you
are only a male.  I suppose I can't expect you to remember without help.
Men never listen, and you are not even a real man are you, just a cock-
sucking faggot.  Well, since you can't be bothered to dress properly, the
only answer is to have you totally naked.  Strip off!  Here!  Now!'

He obeyed, folding his clothes up tidily and placing them on a chair
before returning to kneel before her.  The moment he was down she
ordered him back onto his feet and made him come closer so she could
handle his privates without stretching.  From her bag she extracted 15
inches of bright pink silk ribbon.  With practiced fingers she proceeded
to tie it tight round his root, pulling cock and balls into a tight ring of
ribbon before finishing off her handiwork with a pretty bow.
	`That is better, isn't it wimp.  A nice pink bow for a sissy.'
	`Yes Miss.  Thank you Miss.  I am sorry Miss.'

Once more she had him where he should be, on his knees.  Once more
she delved into her bag, this time bringing out a pair of wooden clothes-
pegs.  Reaching forward she squeezed and pinched his right nipple.
Not very big, she thought to herself, but that would soon change.  And
then she pegged the nipple and flesh around it.  The sudden pain of it
made Julian jig at the assault, but as she explained to him as she pegged
the second nipple, he would get used to it in time.

Almost gently, she guided his head down to her lap.  He swam in the
scents permeating though her black slacks.  She stroked his hair,
luxuriating in its silky softness - almost like a woman's.
	`Sniff well slut.  It is your Mistress's pussy.  You will learn to
adore it in time, to dream of it, to worship it.'

She kept him like that for five minutes before she let him rise.
	`In future, when we are together alone, you are to keep your eyes
fixed on my temple of pleasure.  Is that clear, slut?'
	`Yes Miss.'
	`From now on it is your duty to pleasure my pussy when and
how I wish.'
	`Yes Miss.'
	`Did you ever think you would be gazing at a lady's cunt?'
	`No Miss.'
	`But you are, aren't you.  And before I have finished with you you
will dream of my cunt.'  She paused to flick the pegs still hanging from
his tits.  `I presume you wank, most slut-men do?'
	`Yes Miss.'
	`How often?'
	`Most days Miss.'
	`That will cease.  From now on your wanking will be strictly
restricted.  Next time you want to wank off, you will contact me for my
permission.  And you had better do it!  Else you will end up like robin,
in a chastity-belt.  And you wouldn't want that would you.'  He shook
his head vigorously.

Once more she reached into her bag and pulled out an old-fashioned red
school exercise book.  She wrote something on the cover then wrote
something else on the first line of the first page.  Task completed, she
handed it to her waiting tutor.  He stared at the front-cover.  She had
written `pansy's homework book'.
	`Turn to the first page, wimp.'
He did so.  She had written: pansy wears his panties at home; big-boy
swings free when out.
	`You will write this line out one hundred times.  It will help you
remember your dress code, and your names!  But make sure you do it
in your best hand-writing; I don't want your usual scrawl.  Is that clear,
wimp?'
	`Yes Miss.'
	`When you have finished, sign it "Julian Harte, cock-sucker" and
date it.  I will collect your home-work some time tomorrow, so make
sure you have it with you.'

She rose suddenly, as though bored with whole proceedings, and
without warning pulled the pegs off his tits.  Instinctively Julian grabbed
his breasts, rubbing hard to disburse the surge of pain pulsing through
his tits.

She laughed, and informed him he would have to get used to this.
`Indeed, I may even get you to develop real tits.  But that is for the
future, wimp.  For the moment all I want is your total submission, not
just to me but to all of my sex.  All men are inferior to me, cock-sucker,
and you are inferior to real men, as you will shortly find out.'

She paused to pick up her bag.
	`You will stay naked like this until you go out.  If someone comes
to the door just put on a robe, but you are denied any attire.  And when
you return tomorrow wear your black bra and black panties.  Your
bedtime attire is still your pink panties.  Is that clear enough for you,
wimp?'
	Yes Miss.'
	`Good.'

As she left, she reminded him to do his lines, neatly, as though he was
some school kid.


He got to the office quite early which was just as well as Miss called on
him before nine.  He rose, unzipped, picked up his home-work book,
and fixed his eyes on the crack between the crutch of her slacks.  A
silent signal and he handed the book over.

Maria inspected his home-work with care, before marking it 8 out of 10.
`Not bad for a first attempt, but you will have to improve your
handwriting.  The group meets at eleven I think.'
	`Yes Miss.'
	`Good.  Before the seminar make a list of the ladies in the group.
During the seminar, and I stress during, you are to try to guess which of
them are wearing thongs and which panties.  At the end of the seminar,
you will hand the sheet to me, in the class-room.  Is that clear?'
	`Yes Miss.'
	`Good.'

He watched the group enter, desperately trying to see what undies the
girls had on.  Only Sandra Deacon was obvious; he could see the shape
of her thong through her tight jeans.  The other girls wore slacks, like
Miss Maria, or a skirt.  Try as he might he could not tell.  As the
seminar progressed, he became more and more desperate.  In the end
he guessed.

As the group prepared to leave, he asked Miss Rain to stay as he had
something for her.  He noticed with alarm the way Jon Roberts seemed
to take in the innocent-sounding request.  Maria smiled sweetly and said
of course she could stay for a few minutes.  And even before the last
student left she was reading the list.
	`Not very good at all' she commented, handing it back to him.
`You need to be more observant, but then of course a mere male
doesn't take notice of anything except his own cock.  Do it again next
class.'  And with that she left.


When Julian got home, he went straight to his bedroom.  Stripping off
he took out the bra and panties She had ordered him to wear.  The
panties were easy enough, but the bra was a real; struggle.  Again and
again he reached behind him, trying to get the little catches to click into
place.  How do women manage this everyday he thought to himself.  At
last he was lucky and one of the two catches slipped into an eye, but try
as he might he could not get the other to take.  In the end he decided to
make do with the single connection.

He pulled his shirt back on over his bra and saw to his distress that the
bra could be seen.  He removed the shirt and selected a light-grey one
he had in his wardrobe.  That was better.  Back came on his trousers.
This time he did not bother to zip them up.  That way he would be
ready for her should she call.  And surely she would.  How wrong he
was.

It was nearly nine when the door-bell rang.  It was robin who apologised
profusely for disturbing him but explained he had been sent to check he
was correctly dressed.  With a sigh Julian led him into the sitting-room.
	`I am afraid Miss insists you strip to your undies.'
Julian looked at the lad.  He looked at the tutor.  Two wimp males, one
20 one 44, both the servants of the extraordinary Miss Maria.  Resigned,
Julian stripped before the lad.
	`Turn round, please' the lad requested.
Julian obeyed.
	`You've only got one of the catches done up.'
	`I know.  I couldn't get the other one to take.'
	`It's alright' said robin, `I wont tell.  Would you like me to show
you how to do it?'
	`Yes please.'

And so Julian received his first lesson in bra-wearing.  How to put the
bra on with back-straps at the front where he could see to do up the eye
and catches.  Then how to swivel it round so the cups were in the right
place, and then how to slip the bra-straps over his shoulders.  Securely
dressed, he thanked the lad.
	`Miss showed me how to do it, so I don't suppose she will mind
me showing you.'

He looked at the black lace-trimmed briefs.  `They seem a little too
loose for Miss's liking.  What size are they?'
	`Sixteens.'
	`I will tell her.  She may want you in a size smaller.  On the other
hand she may not want to see your cock.  I will have to ask.'

And with that he bent down and kissed the tip of Julian's rising
manhood through his panties, before turning to go.
	`Have I passed the test?' asked Julian anxiously.
	`Yes' said robin.
	`Thank you.'
	`You're welcome.'

A minute later Julian was once more alone.