1. The Professor who said I was a Good Girl


    Date: 11/3/2014, Categories: True Story, Discipline, Domination/submission, Older Male / Female, Reluctance, School, Teen, Written by women, Young, Author: gingersaffron, Rating: 94.1, Source: sexstories.com

    It was the Spring Quarter of my Freshmen year of college at a very academically prestigious school. I was studying for my Biology degree, coming to the end of my first year. Usually this is the time when people go out, have fun, and have sex, but I was having none of those things. I had completely overwhelmed myself. While my dorm mate was constantly going out, getting drunk, and bringing home suitors, I would study, sleep, and attempt to not get turned on by the moaning happening next to me. I was taking 2 advance study courses, and a special seminar course focusing on molecular biology that I had sort of let slipped through my fingers. The course was hard, so hard that I had already assumed I was going to fail the class and was just going to accept defeat. We had just taken our midterm, and I came back with a D-. Not even a D. With a note on the top to see Professor Williams after class. Professor Williams was about 5'10", and probably around 70 years old, and was known as a complete hard-ass. He had a silver mustache and thin framed glasses that he wore on the edge of his nose. My only encounter with him thus far was when he had randomly called on me to answer a question about the interaction particular molecules experience when forced together, and I had nothing to respond with. I couldn't even pretend. He stared at me from beneath his spectacles and said he was "disappointed". I couldn't imagine what he was going to tell me now. As the rest of the students cleared the ...
    classroom, I packed my bag and walked towards his office, connected to the front of the class. I was so nervous: I've never been in real trouble before for anything. I always respected authority figures, refusing to do anything that would make them angry. And now this was happening. I cracked the door open. He was sitting there in his rolling chair behind his desk checking something on his computer. I knocked slightly on the door. His eyes popped up and met my gave. "Ah...Miss Mason. Looks like we have some sorting out to do, don't we?" I awkwardly let out a small laugh, but it didn't seem like he was amused by his statement. He motioned for me to sit at the chair across from him, and I did. "Let's look at those grades, shall we?" He opened up a document on his computer, and scrolled through rows of A's, B's and C's...until he found my row of grades. "D...C-...F...D-...I didn't even realize D-'s existed until you, Miss Mason." I was red. Never had I gotten anything even close to those grades. "You didn't listen to me, Miss Mason. I told you and your classmates exactly what sections to study, and yet it seems like you completely ignored my directions." "I'm...so sorry." I said softly. "Out partying, Miss Mason? Meeting boys? Having fun?" "I wish." I said without thinking, and then suddenly tried to repair my mistake with, "I mean, but, academics are super important to me, honestly. I haven't gone to a single party since I've started here. The library is literally my party." He ...
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