Erotic Series

A, the Hard Way 3 — Completing the C

You went commando this evening so I’d know you were willing to do whatever you needed to.

“The effort and determination you’ve shown have earned you a passing grade, Ms Rogers. How do you feel about changing a D into a C?”

I’ve exposed her in return for an E, and I disciplined her with a wooden ruler for a D, so she’s rightly suspicious. Her eyes narrow as she tries to work out what a C grade might require.

“Will I have to lick your — ”

“Emily! I am shocked at your suggestion! Although if you ever wish to discuss it further, you know my office hours. No, this is a tutorial on the attributes of effective students. Much as you might enjoy burying your tongue in my cunt, cunnilingus is not on the curriculum. Concentration is.”

She doesn’t look any less suspicious and I’m probably only imagining a hint of disappointment in her frown.

“How are your arms feeling, Emily? Tired?”

“Yeah.”

“You can put the book down while I prepare the next part of the tutorial. In fact, put all three books back on their shelves. We won’t need them.”

As she returns the books, I unlock my desk drawer and take out the toys I require.

She recognises the vibrator. “I’ve got that one! Do you want to watch me come? I should make you sub to my OnlyFans, ha ha.”

No. I don’t pay to see girls orgasm: I have a ready supply of well-trained volunteers, and a suspicion that Emily will be joining their ranks soon.

“I’m not going to watch you do anything, young lady. Do you know what this is?”

I hand her the other item: a broad leather belt with an adjustable Y-shaped strap running underneath, from front to back. There’s a small loop at the junction of the Y.

“Some kind of BDSM belt?”

“I suppose it could be used for that sort of thing, but it’s actually a teaching tool. An aid to developing concentration. Stand beside the window and put it on. The buckles go at the back; I’ll fasten it for you.”

The belt is easy for Emily to put on, but tricky for me to fasten: the buckles are straightforward, but my hands are temptingly close to her peachy butt. It’s a temptation I’ll have to resist. Based on her response to the spanking I believe she might welcome more intimate contact, but showing self-control now will pay dividends later.

When the belt is cinched securely above her hips, I can fit the wand vibrator into the loop hanging from the front, and adjust the straps so the head of the vibrator rests over Emily’s clit.

She’s excited by this innovation. “A hands-free wanking harness? Cool!”

“Let’s hope you can keep your cool, Ms Rogers, because I invaded your privacy to retrieve your phone from your bag. Here, take it and stand in front of the window again. Hold your phone up at eye level. Use both hands.”

She moves with a nimble willingness that suggests she’s either confident there’s no one passing outside, or confident enough around me to have forgotten that there might be.

When she’s back in her position, I take up mine, at my desk. The vibrator is Bluetooth enabled, so I can turn it on from my laptop. It’s set at its lowest speed but even that seems to please her.

“Oh, fuck yeah!”

“The vibrations are quite weak, so you should have some visual stimulation as well. Find a female masturbation video to watch.”

“Anything in particular? There’s thousands of them on PornHub.”

“Try an OnlyFans video. Specifically, the one you made with your own wand, two weeks ago, when you could have been writing an essay for me.”

I had hoped to see her blush again, but she just grins. “Oh my god, I love that one! It’s my new fave: I looked great, and I came so hard. You watched it? Thanks!”

She’ll be less grateful in a moment. “How long is that video, Ms Rogers?”

“About four minutes.”

“Perfect. An effective student can compartmentalise: she’s capable of controlling her impulse towards fun in favour of concentrating on coursework. For the next four minutes, I suggest you concentrate on calm, composed comportment, and definitely not climaxing, because if you come in my office while watching yourself come on your phone, I’ll have to reject your work as plagiarised. And if you move your hands or feet at any point, I’ll grade you as ‘not submitted’. Is that clear?”

She gives me the same shocked look I got when I implied I might fist her. “You want to watch me not come?”

“I have no preference. I’ll be equally content to see you succumb to a screaming orgasm as I would to watch you conquer your cravings for release. It’s your academic career at stake, not mine.”

“Your career would be fucked if I told anyone about what you’re doing to me.”

“But you won’t, will you, Emily? You went commando this evening so I’d know you were willing to do whatever you needed to. What you’re actually doing isn’t quite what you expected, but you’re still enjoying it, aren’t you?”

Now I get that blush, confirming my assessment. She feigns protest anyway. “I don’t— ”

“Quiet! All I want to hear is the hum of the vibrator and the recorded sounds of your pleasure. Start the video now.”

I’d prefer to only hear the hum. The vision of Emily’s rounded, reddened rump twitching as she tries to resist the vibrator is rather spoiled by the noises she made as she succumbed to it a fortnight ago; her attempts to mimic a porn soundtrack were ridiculously exaggerated. I suppose that pleases young men, which is not something I’ve ever aspired to. But the performative nature of her gasping and groaning does underscore the authenticity of her reaction when I spanked her pussy, and I’m confident I’ll hear that genuine moan again, often, before she graduates.

If she graduates. Time to test her composure.

I turn up the speed on the vibrator. She freezes, and her knuckles whiten as she tightens her grip on the phone.

“You’re doing very well, Ms Rogers. Try not to think about whether there’s anyone outside watching you squirm, fantasising about coming up here to bend you over my desk and fuck you senseless. Definitely don’t imagine a whole rugby team arguing over who gets to go first in a gangbang.”

I don’t believe she did manage to avoid that thought, because her knees buckle a little and she leans forward, trying to give her clit some relief. But her feet don’t move, and she never takes her eyes off the screen, so I’ll forgive her. Nevertheless, I can’t abide slacking.

“Stand up straight!”

She does. She stands rigidly, her buttocks clenched, and bites her bottom lip so hard I’m concerned she might draw blood. It’s a useful tactic, though: the pain will distract from the pleasure, and the two becoming so closely associated in her mind can only assist me in her later training.

With thirty seconds of her video left, I turn the speed up to maximum. Her breath starts to come in short pants, just as many of her subscribers probably do, but she holds out until the end.

The moment the video stops, I turn the vibrator off. I may be testing Emily, but I do want her to pass that test: I’m impressed with her potential, and I intend to exploit it.

“Would you like to try for a B, Ms Rogers?”

Emily’s lesson continues in A, the Hard Way 4 — Bagging the B

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