Date: Thu, 17 Nov 2005 14:29:34 -0500
From: diosamichele@aol.com
Subject: The Instructor Part II

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PART II
The Instructor

It is Tuesday, the second day of class. As usual, the
instructor is in the front of the class. He is gathering
worksheets to pass out to the students.  I walk through the
door and take my seat at the front table. I greet the
student sitting beside me and the one sitting behind. I
ignore the instructor. He's standing there waiting for me
acknowledge his presence. I simply chose not to.

The other students arrive and he begins the day's lesson. He
starts by passing out the worksheets I saw him putting
together several minutes ago. He arrives at my table. He
hands a worksheet to me and asks if I would pass it over to
the woman sitting next to me. I complied.

As he moves back to the overhead, I noticed his hand in his
pocket. I couldn't help but smile. I knew exactly what was
underneath those pants. Again, he's going over coursework
and I am oblivious to the lecture. My thoughts are focused
on what I wanted to do with and to this man.

Suddenly, I hear my name. Michele. I snap out of my
daydreaming and answer. "Yes?" I wondered who called me? It
was the instructor. He said he asked a question and called
on me to respond. Oh so now he wants to play in class I'm
thinking. I reply that I did not hear the question and could
he repeat it. He does. I'm pensive. Thinking about the
answer. Lucky for me, I already have an Active Directory
environment that I designed and maintain. I rattle off the
answer adding a great little work around solution at the
end.

I knew he was impressed.  I didn't do it to impress him; I
did it to let him know that I am far from novice in
information technology or anything else! My look also told
him that he would regret challenging me in front of the
class.

At 10am we had our first break. I waited for all the
students to leave the classroom. I then walked up to the
instructor and told him that he and I would not be eating
lunch today. He was to meet me at his hotel.  I asked him
for his room number and for the room key. I told him that he
could retrieve another key from the front desk. I also
stated that I would be leaving class about 15 minutes before
he released everyone for lunch. As I did not want my
classmates to see me going across the street to the hotel. I
didn't want anyone to ask to tag along. The rest of the
morning I paid attention to the coursework.


It was now 11:45am. I close my book, whisper to my tablemate
that I had an errand to run and that I would see her after
lunch. I grab my purse and quietly leave the room.  I hurry
to the elevator. I need to go down the garage to retrieve my
toy bag from the car. It's my portable toy bag. It has the
essentials. A pair of wrist cuffs, ankle cuffs, a paddle,
hair brush, condoms, lube, a box of Fleet (laxative),  my
dildo, harness, and six pieces of rope. Two 3'; Two 6' and
Two 12'

Once I have my toy bag, I walk out of the garage and proceed
to walk across the street to the hotel. As I'm walking my
thoughts drift to this morning's episode. Thinking about it
just burns my biscuits all over again! Well, I've got a
little surprise for my instructor. He will soon realize the
error of his ways!

I enter the hotel lobby. I walk to the elevator and press
the button for 9th floor. Club level I noticed. I slide the
room key in slot for club access and the elevator door
closes.

I step off the elevator on the 9th floor and look for the
instructor's room number. I enter the room and survey my
surroundings. Housekeeping has been there, the bed has been
made. I walk to the bathroom and noticed that he does not
have towels. Nor did housekeeping pickup the old towels.  So
I pick up the tele and ring Housekeeping. Asking for towels
and castile soap if they have any.

I unpack my toy bag and arrange all the items on the desk. I
then notice the instructors' suitcase. I decided to take a
look. Hell, I WAS in his room. I open the suitcase then
decide against looking inside. I recall noticing that his
shirts were hung in the closet as I entered the room. Which
makes since as he was in town for 10 days of training.

So I begin to look in the drawers. I wanted to know if he
was a boxer or brief kind of guy. LOL..not that it made any
difference to me. I intended to keep him naked when I could!
One drawer after another I open. Nothing out of the
ordinary. That is until the very last drawer. I discovered
my perverted little instructor had a butt plug and his very
own dildo!

I took them out of the drawer and laid them on the bed. It
would be second thing he saw upon entering his room. The
first would be my toys I lined up the dresser.

I decided that my instructor needed to be taught a lesson
about respect and obedience. His impertinent behavior had
earned him a good lunchtime spanking. I intended to make
sure that if he sat down during the afternoon lecture, he
would certainly think twice about calling on me again! Not
that I mind participating in class, but he knew I wasn't
paying attention.

I remove my skirt. All that remained was my halter top,
thongs and high heeled sandals. I love heels. Particularly
sandals. I like to watch feet and shoe fetishist stare at my
toes and shoes. You can always tell those who have that
particular fetish. They comment on the color of the nail
polish, or the beauty of the shoe you're wearing. If you
move your toes while they are staring, you can see the
intake of breathe. The excitement that courses through them.
Ah, such small nuances can incite wonderful reactions in
people!

Suddenly I hear the electronic lock of the door. My
instructor has arrived. He walks in the door, further inside
the room and notices all the things I have on the dresser. I
flash a wicked grin and simply state, " Get naked bitch!" He
turns red and immediately begins to unbutton his shirt. Then
his slacks. I noticed that he wasn't wearing underwear. I
chuckle and asked "why do you even bother to pack undies if
don't wear them?" It was more a rhetorical question. He knew
better, thus he made so comment.  Once he was naked, I
snapped my fingers and pointed to the floor.

He immediately dropped to his knees. I walk over to him,
bend down and whisper in his ear, " so you wanted to be a
smart ass this morning. You thought you would catch me off
guard and ask me a question when you knew I wasn't paying
attention to your lecture" I noticed his huge cock getting
stiff as I was talking. I raised my foot and started tapping
his balls with the sole of the shoe. Using his shoulders to
balance myself.  His cock became rock hard. Precum started
dripping on my toes. I smacked him across the face. It
wasn't terribly hard, but hard enough to leave an imprint.
He is white after all! LOL..Lots of things show well on
white skin. Even tanned white skin.

I order him to clean the mess off my toes. Once he does, I
pull up chair and order him crawl over to me.  I pick up the
wrist cuffs and secure them on each wrist. I do the same
with the ankle cuffs.  Suddenly, there is a knock at the
door. It's housekeeping with t towels that I had requested
15 minutes prior. I continue to sit in the chair and tell my
soon to be bitchboi to answer the door. His look is
priceless. It conveys, Ma'am I can't. I'm naked! I laugh and
answer verbally. "Just stand to the side and take the
towels. Make sure you give them a tip."

He retrieves the towels and places them in the bathroom and
returns to me. I tell him to lie across my lap. I made sure
to put his cock between my knees. I pick up the hair brush.
Running the bristles across his ass. I begin speaking to
him: "steven, you really pissed me off this morning. And
when I feel as though I have been wronged intentionally, I
have to correct the situation.  In order for me to correct
the situation, you must be punished.  Therefore, I'm going
to spank you. You will receive , 10 swats from my hand, 12
swats from the hairbrush and 20 swats from the paddle. You
will count every swat. If you lose count, I start over. Do
you understand?" "Yes Ma'am" he replies.

I commence his punishment. I put down the hairbrush and
start with my hand.  One, two, three swats. He moans. I feel
the precum dripping on my calves. "steven, your clitty is
dripping on my calves. You will have to clean up your mess
when your punishment is over". Four, five, six. I continue
the ten slaps with my hand. Steven is counting each one.  I
can feel his rock hard erection.

His ass is nice and pink now. The sight is making me quite
excited. I know this is punishment for him. But damn, he has
such a nice ass!  I glance at the clock. Realizing that we
only have an hour for lunch. It is now 12:12pm. I pick up
the hair brush once again. I begin to strike his ass. The
first two were relatively light. I increase my swing.
"three" he can barely get it out. It was rather garbled
between his moans. By the 8th swing, his ass is turning red.
I continue this until the 12th swat. My instructor is now
squirming in my lap.

In a sultry voice, I advise him that he has 20 more swats to
go and his punishment will be over. I put down the hairbrush
and pick up my oval shaped leather paddle. "One, two, three"
he counts.  He's begging me to please stop. "Ma'am, I'm
sorry. I will not ever try to embarrass you in class. Ma'am
my ass will be sore this afternoon. I will not be able to
sit" I laugh and say, "that is the objective,  my dear
bitchboi.  Now shut the fuck up or I start over!" I'm down
the last three swats. He is a blubbering mess. I make sure
to raise my arm high in air. `SEVENTEEN" he yells.
"EIGHTEEN, NINETEEN" I pause, allowing him to catch his
breath. My last swing came from California to Cleveland on
his ass. `TWENTY!" he screams. His ass is nice and red. I
can see welts from the paddle imprints on his ass. Steven is
in tears now. I look at the clock. It's 12:36pm.

I tell my instructor to assume the slave position. He
removes himself from my lap. I point to my calve. He begins
to lick the cum off my leg.  I then hold out my hands. He
kisses each one. I raise his chin so that he is looking up
at me. His eyes are red from his tears.
I bend down so that my mouth was millimeters from his and I
say, "the rest of the afternoon, you will have a very vivid
reminder of your mistake. Now get up on the bed on all
fours."  Steven did as instructed. I picked up the butt plug
and lube.

With my left hand, I begin to massage his balls. He arches
his back at my touch. He lets out a deep, low moan. His
balls are heavy. I know he wants release,  but that shit
ain't happening this afternoon. Sonny boy will suffer before
I allow him that bit of pleasure.
I continue to massage his balls. With my right hand, I flip
open the top of the lube. I squeeze a generous amount in the
crack of his ass. I use my mouth to close the lid on the
lube. I rub the lube between his ass cheeks with my fingers.
He moans a little louder.

I decided that I wanted to make him beg me for release. I
start to stroke his lovely cock with my left hand. I used
his precum for lube. While I'm stroking him with my left
hand, I insert the plug with my right. No hesitation on my
part. I pushed it right in. It went swiftly past his
sphincter and deep within his anal cavity.  He shudders. I
knew it was from both sensations. The stroking of his cock
and being filled by the butt plug.

I suddenly stopped stroking his throbbing cock. He begs me
for release. I ignore his plea. I then tell him, "my dear
slutboy, do not move. I have to wash my hands." I walk away
to rinse my hands. I look at my watch 12:52pm. Damn, time
sure does fly by when you're having fun. I realize that I
have all of 5 minutes to finish with him, dress and hustle
back across the street.

I exit the bathroom, walk to the dresser and retrieve two
12' pieces of rope. I quickly fashion a waist  harness for
him. It was needed to hold the butt plug in place. I made
sure to leave his cock and balls unbound. After all, he
would have 4 hours of lecture. And I would not want bind him
for such a long period of time.  Now that the harness was
completed. I order him off the bed. He assumes the slave
position.

I ordered him to kiss my hands once again then my feet.  I
bent down and kissed him on the top of his head. I told him
he was a good boy. And that if he made it through the rest
of the afternoon without pissing me off, I would think about
allowing him to cum after class was over. I dressed quickly,
grabbed his room key and headed back over to class.


I walked into the classroom 5 minutes late. All the other
students were already seated. My tablemate tells me that the
instructor has not returned from lunch. I chuckle and tell
her, may he was tied up somewhere.

About 10 minutes later, in walks the instructor. He is
taking slow, deliberate steps. The class starts to grill him
about being late. He apologies and explains that he had a
personal matter to attend to incident during lunch. It ran a
little over the allotted lunch hour. He assured the class
that it would not happen again.

I sat there staring at him with the biggest grin on my face.
My tablemate whispers, "Michele, does that look like a hand
imprint on the side of  the instructors face?"  I glance
over at the instructor, then back to my tablemate, and I
say, "you know Sarah, I do believe that IS a hand imprint on
his face. I guess his personal issue was indeed VERY
personal huh?" Sarah and I burst out laughing. So much so
that it caused the other classmates to look at us and ask
what was funny. I reply nothing and apologized for the
disruption.

Steven begins the afternoon lesson. About 1 hour into it, he
decides he wants to sit down. Without thinking, he plops
down in a chair. Suddenly, he yells "OW!!!" The entire class
looks at him as if something is terribly wrong. That's my
cue. " Excuse me, steven, but is everything okay? Is there
something I can do for you? Do you need ANYTHING?" I asked
that last question with a wicked grin.

Steven replies, "No, I'm okay, I just sat down too hard in
the chair. I injured myself a while ago and I the chair just
reminded me of that injury". I smile and reply that I
understand. Recent injuries can be a bitch. He smiles every
so sweetly and responds " Ma'am, that is so true. Injuries
tend to remind you not to repeat the same, idiotic thing you
did before". The class echoes the same sentiment.

I'm going to enjoy the rest of my training class!

To be continued.