Date: Wed, 01 Sep 2004 17:23:50 +0000
From: kitty h <kittyha56@hotmail.com>
Subject: training-the prof-8

TRAINING THE PROF

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Part 8

Next time Maria encountered Julian she realised at once the poor man
was suffering from nervous exhaustion.  For the next week she kept her
demands to the minimum whilst the cock-sucker adjusted to his new
sub-status.  She didn't even inspect his new wardrobe, although of
course she had heard all about it from Mrs Bowen.

Friday ten days on from his visit to the shop, she informed him she
would be calling the following night at 8, and that he was to be ready for
him.  He was.

She arrived on time with simon in tow.  Julian greeted her with respect
before conducting her to the sitting room.
	`How may I serve you, Miss?' he asked, very conscious of the
bra under his shirt, and the thong he had daringly selected for her visit.
	`Just stand there, wimp, whilst simon strips you for my
inspection.'

The lad came over and with hesitant fingers began to remove Julian's
outer garments.  Maria smiled to herself as the thong was revealed to her
gaze.  Once her tutor was reduced just to his bra and panties she
instructed Julian to strip simon, again to his undies.  The lad stood
totally passively whilst Julian divested him of his clothes, leaving him
just in a pair of tight white briefs.

She made the pair kneel before her, then pulled up her skirt to reveal her
plain white ribbed-cotton panties.
	`Observe closely' she instructed and pulled her panties down to
reveal her pulsing privates.  She opened her legs even wider so the pair
could see her full glory.  `Right simon' she said, `you can start the
worship session.'

The lad stared adoringly at her cunt and began a litany of praise for the
pussy goddess exposed before him, praising the line of her cunt-lips the
curl of her pubic hair, the scents of her pussy wafting across from her
open legs.  On and on he went until finally he reached the end of his
paean of praise.

	`Your turn now, cock-sucker.'

Julian stared at this young woman's private parts.  And to his great
surprise he really did want to worship her pussy.  It was after all with
her pussy that she had first marked him as her personal property.  And
so he added his praise to those of robin's.  When he had finished she
asked him if he wished to kiss her Temple of Pleasure.  And he did, and
said so.

She smiled to herself as the self-confessed queer lecturer placed his lips
reverentially on her cunt.  Yes, she thought to herself, just as I
suspected.  He is ripe for change.  But first he must admit what he is.

She called robin and from her bag extracted a key.  She saw the
surprised pleasure in the lad's eyes.

	`Yes robin, you have been a very good maid all week, so I am
going to let you out for the weekend.'

She pulled down his panties and with skilled hands unlocked his chastity
belt and removed it.  The lad's cock sprang to full attention in a trice.
She stroked it, sensing the pulse of ejaculation quivering through his rod.
	`You poor thing' she said, removing her hand before the lad came
and messed her skirt.  `You deserve relief.'  She turned to the still
kneeling Julian and ordered him to suck the lad off.

Poor Julian.  There was nothing he could do but obey.  He swizzled
round to face the lad's perfect penis stiff as a post.  He reached up and
guided it into the silky wetness of his mouth.  He took it in further,
sucking gently on the sweet rod.  Days of enforced frustration welled up
from simon's balls and in seconds his whole body convulsed as he
unloaded his spunk into the lecturer's mouth, shooting wave after wave
of salty cum down his throat and into his mouth.

Maria watched with amused contempt the lad's release and the lecturer's
total humiliation.  Men are such simple creatures, she mused.  Control
their cocks and you control their beings.

Once more she had the pair kneeling before her, robin still shaking from
his sudden release, Julian dribbling cum down his cheek.  She noted
with amusement that big boy's cock had escaped the confines of his
thong and had half-risen in acknowledgement.  Each had to thank her,
robin first.

	`Miss, it is wonderful that you have allowed me to be despunked
and I am so grateful to you for getting cock-sucker to suck me off; it
was more than I deserve.  I promise to serve you even better and beg
you to punish me if I fail.  Thank you.  Thank you.'

It was Julian's turn.  He glanced at the still shaking lad then up at Maria.
Her eyes caught his.  He was transfixed.

	`Miss, it was an honour to serve you by sucking off your sissy
maid.  Thank you.'
	`Is that all you have to say, slut?  Did you not enjoy simon's cock?
	`Yes Miss.'
	`Then say so, slut.'
	`Miss, simon's cock is so sweet and yes I loved having it in my
mouth and sucking on it and the taste of his spunk.  Thank you for
ordering me to do it.'
	`That is better.  Now you had better thank sissy simon too.'

He turned to face the lad and thanked him for coming in his mouth.  It
was hard to tell who was the more embarrassed and/or humiliated, the
student or the lecturer.

******


By week eight both students and faculty got tired and that probably
explained Julian's outburst of anger when a first year group arrived
unprepared for a seminar.  He told them exactly what he thought of
them.  It was a mistake.

That afternoon Maria burst into his office.
	`I hear you have insulted my friends.'
	`I am sorry Miss' said Julian whilst lowering his zip.  `I don't
understand.'
	`Did you or did you not dismiss a first year group this morning.'
He nodded.  `Well, you insulted two of my girlfriends when you did that,
Sam Wright and Helen Jones.'
	`I am sorry, Miss.  I didn't know.'
	`You reduced Helen to tears, you arrogant shit!'  She came close
and squeezed his balls as hard as she could.  `You will apologise to
them, cock-sucker.  And soon.  Or else.'

What could he do?  Write a letter?  Wait until he saw them next?  They
should be in his lecture the following day.  He decided to speak with
them then.

They were both there, glowering at him from the front row.  He never
knew how he got through the lecture, but at last he got to the end.  As
the two girls rose to leave he went up to them intending to apologise,
but he was pre-empted, for they spoke first.

	`Maria says you want to apologise for yesterday.'
	`Yes' he muttered.
	`Well we aren't sure we want to accept your apologies, Dr Harte.'
	`I really am very sorry.'
	`Sorry enough to give us tea tomorrow?'
	`If you wish, yes, of course.'
	`Good.  We will be round at four, with Maria.  She wants to
watch you for some reason or other, and we don't mind.  See you then.
Oh, and by the way, we like cream cakes.'  And with a grin, they left the
lecture hall.


It was with some trepidation that Julian prepared for the arrival of his
students.  For a start what should he wear?  Did Maria expect him to
wear his undies when entertaining, or should he remain bare?  And then
what had she in mind, since it was clear she had arranged the tea party?
Could he wear a bra and not be spotted by his two young students?  In
the event he decided to remain as he was.

Four o'clock.  No knock at the door.  He checked the tray he had
prepared; all seemed as it should be.  His best china and a plate of
cream cakes awaited the arrival of the young ladies and his mistress.
Four-fifteen, nothing.  By now he was sweating.  Five minute later there
was a knock at the door.  They had come at last.

He showed them into his sitting-room before going to the kitchen to
make the tea.  He returned bearing the tray, setting it down on the coffee
table.  He poured the cups and handed them round.  The girls sat on the
sofa, staring round the room.  It was the first time they had been in a
lecturer's house.  Maria sat in her chair by the fire.

The women chatted amongst themselves, deliberately ignoring their host
except to demand second cups of tea.  As he handed Maria her second
cup, she looked up at him sharply.

	`You don't seem to be fully dressed.'
	`I beg your pardon?'
	`Surely you know what you should wear at home, or would you
prefer me to spell it out?'  He gulped `no'.
	`You had better go and change then, and don't be long as we
have business with you.'

He fled upstairs to change.  The two girls looked at Maria with
astonishment.

	`Wow' said Helen.  `You really do control him, don't you.'
	`I told you so' replied Maria smugly.  `But if you want to leave
now, darlings, you are welcome to.  But I think he should apologise to
you for what he did.  If we don't challenge these men they get away with
murder, don't you agree?'
	`Yes' said Sam with a smirk.  `It should be fun.'

He returned in bra and panties.  He had even changed his shirt to a
darker one to hide the bra from inquisitive eyes, at least he hoped so,
but he was well conscious of the shape they left.

	`Right' said Maria.  `I think you wish to say something to Helen
and Sam.'

He looked at her and then at the two girls.  `Err, yes.  I just wanted to
say how much I regret causing you distress yesterday and ask your
forgiveness.'
	`Are you truly sorry?' asked a mocking Maria.
	`Yes.'
	`Good.  Then you can prove it.'
	`How?'
	`Kneel down before them and ask their forgiveness.'

A sudden charge of electricity shot through the room.  Helen felt a tingle
in her pussy; Sam reflected on how sexy Maria was when in control;
Julian felt awful.'

	`Well, get on with it, or do you want me to reveal what you are?'

He knelt before the two girls and mumbled his apologies once more.
Sam giggled.

	`And now kiss their feet and tell them what a useless wanker you
are!'

There was no escape.  He bent to his task, kissing first Sam's and then
Helen's shoes.  The girls sat stiff though whether through fear, surprise
or pleasure they would never know for sure.  To have a lecturer kneel
and kiss their shoes was out of this world; to hear him call himself a
useless wanker, exquisite.  And when he had finished he just stayed
there, head hung down like a naughty child.  Helen had to cross her legs
to contain her excitement.  Sam on the other hand opened her legs wider
to give him a glimpse of her panties.

	`That will do I think, for the moment anyway.  Clear away the tea
things and wash them up.  Stay in the kitchen I will call you when we
want you again.'

The girls watched with fascination as the high and mighty lecturer
obeyed.  The moment he left they plied her with questions.

	`How do get him to obey like that?' asked Helen.
	`I have my ways.  It is easy actually as long as one remembers
men are the inferior sex.'
	`You wonderful' said Sam.  `I wouldn't have missed this for the
world.'
	`I have been dominating mere males since I was fourteen.'
	`Wow!'
	`Is that what you do with Robin?'
	`Why do you ask?'
	`Just wondered.  He does seem very submissive when he is with
you.'
	`Yes, Sam.  He is my personal slave.'
	`Do you have sex with him?  After all he is pretty isn't he.'
	`No Sam I don't.  At least not in the way you are thinking.  But he
is very good at satisfying my pussy with his tongue.  You should try it
with your boyfriends.'

And with that she rose and went across to sit between them on the sofa.
She felt their animal heat, sensing Helen's wet cunt, but it was Sam who
interested her most.

	`So Sam, what do you think of him?'
	`I think he is a shit!' she replied forcefully.
	`Do you think he has suffered enough?'
	`No!'

She placed a hand on the girl's knee and felt her twitch with recognition.
	`So you think he should be further punished?'
	`Yes.'
	`And what do you think, Helen?'
	`Dunno.'  She was more hesitant, and slightly uncomfortable at
Maria's close proximity.  `Anyway I had better go.  I've an essay to
finish for tomorrow.'

Maria kissed her lightly on the cheek before conducting her to the front
door.  When she returned she found Sam sprawled on the sofa.  Her
skirt had risen to reveal firm smooth thighs and pretty panties.  She
looked up with adoring eyes.

Maria knelt beside her on the carpet and slowly slid her hand up the
inviting leg.  Sam sighed.  Maria's hand went higher until she
encountered her soaking panties.  She bent over and kissed her on the
lips, the girl responding open-mouthed to her questing tongue.  There
were tears of lust in Sam's eyes.

Maria rose back on her haunches and began to undo the buttons on the
girl's blouse.  Sam reached up to push her away, gently.

	`What's the matter, darling?' asked Maria.
	`What happens if he comes in?'
	`Don't worry.  He'll stay where he is put until I fetch him.'

Sam's hands fell away and Maria continued her task.  The girl's bra was
a pretty lace one, but small, only an a cup.  Maria reached behind her
back and undid the clasp.  Her breasts fell free.  Maria lent over and
kissed her softly on each nipple.  Sam sighed with pleasure.  Maria
undid her own blouse and guided Sam's hands to her breasts.  Moments
later Maria's fulsome tits were hanging free.  She fell full across her
lover,
rubbing her soaking pussy up against her equally wet cunt.  And so they
played for nearly twenty minutes before Maria forced herself  to desist
for the moment.  It was time to deal with the wimp.

Sam reached down to pick up her bra.
	`Leave it off darling.  Let your pretty tits stand out in all their
glory.'
	`What about Dr Harte?
	`What about him.  It is none of his business!'
	`What about you Maria?'
Maria cupped her own substantial breasts in her hands and replied she
would leave them free too.  Pulling up her soaking panties she went to
collect the wimp.

Julian followed Maria back into his sitting room.  The first thing he
noticed were two bras, one big, one smaller resting on the coffee-table.
He looked across to Sam.  She was sitting legs wide apart, a smile of
pleasure on her face.  What had the two women been up to?  His dick
stiffened and slipped out of his inadequate thong.

	`Go and stand with your back to the fireplace' ordered Maria.
`As you can see, darling, he is amenable to simple orders.  Would you
like to see what he changed into?'
	`Ooh.  Yes.  That would great.'
	`You heard, wimp.  Show Sam your undies.'

Julian looked from his mistress to the girl then back to his mistress.  He
began to protest.  She cut him short.
	`Do as you are told, or those pics go to every student in your first
year groups.'

He had no alternative.  Once more he felt his total powerlessness in the
presence of this extraordinary young woman.  Slowly he began to undo
the buttons of his shirt.

Sam watched fascinated as the man revealed the lacy black bra he was
wearing.  A command from Maria, and he took his shirt right off.  What
a scream thought Sam, and her cunt dribbled even more than it had
before.

	`Trousers next, wimp' came Maria's implacable command.

He bent down, removed his shoes and dropped his trousers and with a
quick flash tucked his prick back inside the thong.  Sam clapped her
hands in pleasure.

	`So darling.  This is your high and mighty lecturer, a panty-
wearing cock-sucker.  what do you think of him now?'
	`A wimp.  A sissy wimp' she breathed.
	`Yes darling, that is what he is, now.  He was just a cock-sucker
before but now he is a sissy cunt-licker.  Would you like him to lick you
out?'

She would.  A command, and Julian knelt to his task.  Reverentially he
parted her legs and eased her panties down to reveal her pulsing cunt.
He bent forward to place his lips on the throbbing slit, and before he
knew what was happening, Maria had thrust his face hard into her young
lover's pussy.
	`Suck and lick bitch!' she hissed.
He did.

After ten minutes he rose from his task, his face covered with Sam's
cunt juices.  Maria smiled to herself.  The bitch was learning his place.
	`What do you think of mister high and mighty Harte now?' she
asked a quivering Sam.
	`He's a tosser' she called back with a grin.
	`Shall we inspect his bedroom?'
	`Yea.'

Julian conducted the two young women up his bedroom.  The duvet lay
crumpled up as he had left it that morning.  There was dust on his
dressing-table top.

	`Disgusting' observed Maria as she ran a finger along the
dressing-table top.  `Next time make sure the bed is made and the place
dusted.'

He nodded his acquiescence.  She went to his top drawer and opened it,
exposing his panty-secret to the ever amazed Samantha.

	`We could get him to model his new undies for us, but I think we
have better things to do, don't you Sam.'  She turned back to the
crimson faced man.  `Wait outside, on your knees, until we are ready
for you!'

He waited for what seemed ages and through the closed door he could
hear the faint sounds of sex, interspersed by cries of delight from time
to time as Samantha experienced her first full lesbian orgasm or, to be
more precise, orgasms.

When he was eventually summoned back in, Samantha was stretched
out stark naked on his bed, her legs wide-open in gay abandon.  A large
damp patch disfigured the bottom sheet where the two had cum in
simultaneous orgasm.

Maria was naked too, her large breasts hanging down, her nipples erect,
her face flushed with pleasure.  She sat on the edge of the bed, her legs
together, ready to receive the wimp's body.
	`Over you go' she commanded after first tearing off his thong.
`Now for your real punishment for distressing Sam.'

And with that she began to spank his bared bottom again and again,
watched eagerly by Samantha.  She did not stop til she heard him cry
out.  `Next time it will be the cane!' she announced.

He was then forced to stand with his glowing bum, back to Samantha
so she could inspect it.  She sat up and reached across to feel his
warmth.  He was being treated like some naughty school boy, worse,
like a mere slave.

He was dismissed to run the bath for the two young women.


That night as Julian, clad in his pink panties, climbed into bed, his
senses were overwhelmed by the two girl's scents so liberally sprayed
over his sheets.  He fell asleep dreaming of their writhing bodies.