I was walking into my Intro to Psychology class, and then I saw the most beautiful man. He had long golden blond hair that was the color of the sun, and beautiful blue eyes to match. They reminded me of the bright blue sky after it rained, and they shined with a mischievous, playful attitude. He reminded me of a Greek god, and he had the perfect build of one as well. His broad shoulders extended into biceps that were very well defined, and he certainly didn't skip leg day. The professor looked to be in his mid thirties to early forties.
My pussy throbbed with excitement as I sat down in the front row. I definitely picked the right day to wear a checkered mini skirt and a bright, pastel blue thong. The professor introduced himself as Dr. Lockins, but his name should be Dr. Throb, because that's what my pussy was doing at the moment. We had to introduce ourselves with an ice breaker, and since I was in the front row, I had to go first. "My name is....um......Diana." I said, panicking. My face turned crimson.
"Mrs. Diana, I have no tolerance for foolishness in my class. Do not waste my time." He said, with a glare that sent shivers down my spine, both because I was turned on and out of fear.
"I understand." I whimpered.
"I expect to hear a yes sir after I give you a command." I was so in shock,especially given that he had ordered me around and demanded obedience as if he were a drill sergeant. On top of that, he said in front of the entire class.
"Yes sir."
"Good."
"I fucked that up for sure." I thought to myself as class was dismissed.
"Mrs. Diana, may I see you for a second?"
My thoughts turned ice cold and froze,but my face was hotter than the pavement in the middle of July.
"Yes, sir."
"I expect you to dress decently in my class for the remainder of the semester. When you bent down to pick up your pen, I could see everything."
"Bu-t why were...... you looking?
"I expect my students, especially the young ladies, to dress professionally. If you do not come to class next time in proper attire, there will be severe consequences. Do you understand me?"
"Yes, sir."
I ran out of the classroom, tears streaming my face. The hot professor had scolded me like a little schoolgirl, and I felt about two inches tall. My college, Youville University, was not an extremely liberal school, but I did not expect such comments from a professor either. I felt angry, but a part of me was also extremely excited. My tiny blue thong was damp with my juices, and I had to wonder if he had noticed how wet I was. I got turned on by the thought of seducing him, even though I knew it was taboo for a student and professor to have sex.
The next few weeks flew by quickly, and I became more intrigued with the idea of what the consequences might be if I wore another short skirt to class. Whatever they were, I was determined to find out. I had this theory that if I wore a plaid mini skirt, with a white button up blouse and the top buttons undone just enough to give a hint of my cleavage along with a white lacy bra underneath, then I might find out what these consequences are. I was determined to test out my hypothesis.
The next class period, I dressed in that exact outfit, and he demanded to see me after class.
"Mrs. Diana, what is the meaning of this?
"The meaning of what, Dr. Lockins?"
"You know exactly what I'm talking about."
"My outfit"
"Yes, Diana."
I froze, and wondered why the hell he dropped the honorific.
"I will have to punish you, as naughty little girls must be."
"Naughty little girl?"
"Yes, you heard me correctly."
I was wondering why he used such sexual language, and then he pulled a paddle with holes drilled into it, a yardstick, and he began taking off his thick leather belt.
