Emma Watson Goes to College

Oxford, 2024.

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Emma Watson undressed and stepped into a fragrant tub filled with steaming hot water and a luxurious scented bubble bath. She settled back and sighed contently, soaking her weary body in the extravagant warmth. She had deserved this reward after what she had just been through on this day and intended to lie here for an hour.

x

Earlier that day.

Emma hurried off to the office of Professor Bell on a promise of an exclusive erotic yarn she might be interested in using to gain extra credits for her Master's. It was near the end of half term and she had hit a writer's block that seemed not to come to an end any time soon. So she was grateful for any ideas. She entered the stuffy room to see the elderly gentleman in his black gown asleep in his chair. She advanced to his desk and tapped his hand.

"Professor? Professor! Pumpy!"

The white-haired fellow stirred and jumped up in his seat.

"There you are. I've been waiting for ages. Do sit. I have read some of your latest work and there are signs of improvement. I especially liked the sex contest tall tale. What was your inspiration for that?"

Emma smiled demurely as she recalled the amazing evening. (See part 4)

"Oh, just a dream I had."

"Well, as you know, I like to give lectures and on the odd occasion, I give practical lessons." (See part 2)

Emma squirmed in her seat and wondered what was coming next.

"Yes. I have a splendid idea for you that would boost your credit ratings.

"Okay."

Bell stared at the famed actress cum model licked his lips and pressed his plump fingers together. The door opened and Emma turned to see the wife of the Dean strut in wearing a long black robe and mortarboard hat.

"Hello, Miss Watson. Long time no see. Bell has informed me that you require some stimulation to get the little grey cells working. Are you aware of role play?"

"Yes."

"Splendid. Here's fun. I shall give a practical right here. Imagine myself playing a wicked school governess and you will be the naughty student. Agreed?"

"I suppose."

Bell bent down behind his desk and retrieved a hook-handled bamboo cane and Emma reared back in her seat with a grimace. He handed it to Jemima with a twinkle in his eye. The Domme tapped his desk with the solid weapon with a look of reproach on her face.

"You've been a naughty girl Watson and Bell has brought your rotten behaviour to my attention. I'm not going into detail but you are a dirty dirty young lady and quite frankly you deserve to be soundly punished with twenty-two strokes of the cane. As the one who gave me the heads up, Bell may remain in the room to observe. Please bend over the desk."

In the space of five minutes, Emma had been put on the spot and her mind raced.

The insistent tap tap tap of the cane in front of her sent a frisson of a thrill through her. This potentially proved to be a good erotic story as long as it didn't hurt. She thought long and hard and got up and bent double over the desk.

"Yes, Mrs. Johnson."

"Discipline is an established practice we have adopted at Oxford for generations. To be regulated, directed if you will, to our way of thinking we do not spare the rod. There are three types of discipline. One is preventive. Two are supportive, and the third as in this case, is corrective. Skirt up."

Emma had dressed that day in a black mini skirt and crop top and used both hands to lift the hem over her backside. Beneath the skirt, she had a pair of white panties that clung to her pert buns perfectly leaving that tantalising bulge of her mons protruding.

Emma heard panting in her left ear as Jemma rubbed the curves of her cheeks through her barely-filled underwear. She was felt up and the thin material was pressed into the warmth of her sex. Having familiarised herself with the contours of Emma's bum the panties were gripped hard so that the gusset strangled her mons, capturing her vulva like it was an untamed beast.

"Knickers down, it will be cane on bared flesh today."

With a backward glance, she pulled them down and exposed her bottom before both drooling perverts.

"Grip the far side of the desk."

Emma did so and the angle made her bum stick out provocatively. She felt a roaming hand caress the smooth skin of her rounded cheeks, taking in the whole plateau of her quivering buttocks. The whisper of the came swishing buzzed by her

ear and then there came a sharp crack and Emma hissed and clenched from the sudden hard contact of the cane. Her face fell flat to the top of the desk as three more whips followed in quick succession. One blow on her right cheek, then one on her left, then on the fullest part of her buttocks at the same time. The came swished in the air as it relayed its message and Emma's beautifully shaped bottom displayed a rosy glow which widened and deepened. Despite the stinging, she did not attempt to move from her undignified position and kept her enticing backside raised upward.

"How was that? I know it hurts, but it's a nice hurt, all warm and tingly, and it was exciting was it not?"

Emma gulped. Very exciting! Jemima soothed her burning rump and she admitted her smarting flesh had a sort of glow. Emma gasped loudly as her nates jiggled and her feet lifted from the carpet. First, she felt the sting, then the resulting heat, and then a sensation in her pussy that made her tingle like mad. Three more strikes of the whip connected with that area where her buttocks joined her upper thighs.

Emma pressed her knees together and arched her back as the cane struck. So fast were the strokes that they seemed to overlap with earlier ones. She bore the brunt of the cracking smacks that rang out loudly and moved her hips in rhythm with the lesson. The caning stopped and she squeezed her smarting cheeks and took a minute to take in deep breaths. How many was that? She had lost count of all the excitement. Seven? A flood of wetness betrayed her and Jemima put her hand on the sublime curve of Emma's cheeks and then moved between her legs.

Seconds passed as she relaxed a tad and pricked her ears up. Out of the corner of her eye, she glimpsed Bel with his trousers at his ankles as he wanked off at the sight in front of him. Then she felt the cane tapping lightly on the undercurve of her bum and she was made to widen her stance as the long bamboo stick thrust up between her thighs to run along her damp pussy slit.

"So very wet, my dear Miss Watson. Remember what I said? Pleasure through pain. Discipline and correction. You're coming along splendidly. It's a fact that most females are quite aroused by a spanking."

The stick moved between her legs and Emma whimpered from the erotic teasing. Jemima stuck a finger against Emma's plump mound to discover the sticky wetness there and the famous actress cum model moaned at the intrusion as she was frigged and humped the edge of the desk in her heated arousal. Emma shuddered as three solid strikes met her uplifted bottom and her hips bounced from the desk.

"Stick that cute little pussy out for me, there's a dear."

Emma leaned back and raised her hips as Jemima reached between her parted legs and pushed up inside her slit with her middle finger. Emma felt her knees buckle slightly as she was quickly frigged by the long digit. Her breathing became urgent as she bumped back into the desk edge. The finger was replaced by a tongue that ran around her puffy labia and then into her slit on up to her clit. The aroused celebrity shivered in response as her tiny rosebud was flicked to stiffness.

"HO!"

Two more final spanks descended on her bobbing buttocks and she squealed from the blows. She saw Bell as he splattered his palm with his cum and Emma stood up on wobbly pins and hugged her reddening backside.

"You look a frightful mess, Watson. Go and tidy up and if you want more inspiration come to the Dean's house this evening."

x

Later that same day.

Emma arrived at the home of the Dean, Arthur Johnson, and his wife Jemima. She had to admit that the perverted Jemima knew her stuff and Emma had masturbated once she had gotten back to her rooms she had been so turned on and left wanting. She desired more.

The pretty cottage was the restored Old Reading Room on the site of the Uni and was set across two floors. When she arrived Emma was surprised to find the house rather quiet and she saw that the door was open. She looked around the modest house and saw and heard nothing. There was a strategically positioned table with a note pinned to it. She picked it up and read the following.

"Go to the first floor and enter the second room on the left. Strip off, and dress in the provided attire."

With a growing apprehension coupled with the excitement of the unknown, Emma found the room and a chair with some highly erotic-looking lingerie set upon it. She paused momentarily to reflect on the day so far and could not imagine what to expect next. Still no sign of life, but rather than just leave, she was taken with a state of desire as she fingered the expensive lingerie. She stepped out of her dress and underwear and she was in.

Emma tied her hair in a ponytail and then encased her upper body in a shiny black satin waist-cinching corset that left her pert breasts uncovered. The tight-fitting item fit snugly just under her bosom and sat high on her hips. Suspenders hung down and she attached these to her dark black silk stockings which she smoothed along each leg slowly, moulding the sensual feeling material over her flesh. There didn't seem to be any panties or thongs so her nether regions were exposed for anyone to see. Her raw sexuality shone like a beacon.

She hoped there would be no more spanking as she rubbed her tender rump which stuck out behind her unfettered. She put on the pair of five-inch high-heeled shoes with the pencil-thin stiletto heels and wallowed in the feel of the leather hugging her insteps and when she stood up she had to arch her back lest she topple over.

Once suitably dressed she saw another note on the back of the door directing her to another room two doors down. Teetering in the skyscraper heels she entered the room where she encountered none other than Jemima and Emma's heart began to pound as she contemplated the middle-aged slut in all her finery seated in a wingback chair.

This room had a large bed that took up almost half of the middle floor. The curtains were drawn and the walls were painted in a soothing matt ivory. A tall vase of lilies graced the only table and gave off a highly perfumed scent.

"We will be joined by my husband shortly. Thank you for coming."

Jemima scrutinised Emma with heavily made-up eyes and long lashes. She stood up regally and looked provocative and dazzling in a shimmering black satin dress that hugged her entire body. It clung to her every curve plunging from the deep V neck which revealed her deep cleavage and stretched tightly across her taut thighs. Her feet were sheathed in black satin pumps with thin ankle straps and she had elbow-length satin opera gloves providing a finishing touch to her sophisticated appearance.

"This outfit really does things for you."

Jemima noted the enhanced view of Emma's rounded buttocks and the way her pussy gash disappeared inside the cleft of her firm globes. The corset set her hips out as her waist cinched in, and even her medium-sized tits seemed larger. Her nipples stood out in relief and had a rosy hue about them.

"Very nice lingerie, but I think I'm missing an item."

Jemima kept licking her richly painted lips as she stared at Emma's pussy which protruded enticingly from between her upper thighs.

"Sit on the edge of the bed. It's approaching suppertime and I'm famished as I haven't eaten."

Emma's pulse raced as she parted her legs and rested her still-raw bottom on the soft bed and gasped when her legs were rudely parted even further. They had shared a girl-to-girl tryst before and so this was no surprise. The air sizzled with raw sexual tension. Jemima knelt down and blew warm air on Emma's vulva and electric sensations coursed through the mega-star as two gloved hands traversed her legs and abdomen.

"This is why we don't wear undies in this house."

Emma desperately wanted the Domme to caress her mound and she bit her lower lip as her untouched pussy mound ached for attention and she felt her lubrication dampen her trim pubes.

"Lovely."

As Emma writhed in frustration, the middle-aged vamp nuzzled her muff with her nose before mashing her mouth and tongue to her wet folds. Emma snapped her head back in her pent-up desire as she was frantically probed and lapped at and the feel of the satin gloves holding her legs apart added to the thrill.

Jemima made audible yummy sounds as her tongue swiped up and down and from side to side alternatively. When she flicked across Emma's clit sideways the English rose became even more animated on the bed in her unbridled lust. She raised her bum off the bed and thereby brought her cunt directly into Jemima's face. Two darting fingers were now inserted into her wet pussy to the second knuckle as they humped together.

"So wet, Miss Watson. What a dark horse you tuned out to be."

Emma lifted her head and saw two eyes staring back at her filled with mischievous intent. She was finding out that another female performing oral sex was far more gratifying than a man. Her throat had dried and anything she said came out as a hesitant whisper.

Jemima stood up and peeled the top of her dress down to unleash her massive twin mounds of flesh. Her bountiful bosom was supported by a black rubber half-cup bra which caused her boobs to take on an exaggerated thrust outward.

The dress continued south and the vixen stood in front of Emma who rested on her elbows in rapt awe. Apart from her bra, gloves, and high-heeled pumps, Jemima was stark bollock naked. her hands moved across her belly to her tits where she teased her erect nipples. She dropped her hands dramatically and Emma gasped as her sheathed fingers played out an erotic fingering of her uncovered pussy.

Then Jemima pulled Emma to her snatch and held her face to her wetness. Emma had no choice but to lick the woman's pussy and her muffled moans testified to the fact that she was licking the woman's cunt. The Dean's wife humped her face with rotating hips and she dribbled onto her chin as she buried her tongue in the aromatic muff.

"Oh!"

Jemima pulled Emma up into an embrace, tasting her juices from the celebrity's lips before flipping her face down on the bed. Jemima climbed on top of her and dry-humped her with tiny jiggling motions from her bosom to her thighs. She slid back and when her face came level with Emma's exposed backside she grabbed onto her buns as she licked her from anus to clit.

"Your bum is still hot from the caning you saucy bitch."

As a confessed lesbian Jemima was a master when it came to eating pussy and knew just how to give the most powerful orgasms to women. She worked her tongue in a skilful way that any woman would be a slave to lesbian desire after she got done. Emma cried out as she orgasmed and she lay flat down on her front panting. A sound from behind Emma realized they weren't alone and she turned to see another had entered the bedroom.

"Evening, my darlings. I see you started the fun without me. Do you mind if I join in?"

"Not at all, precious," Jemima said with a smile. "Come and be entertained."

Bloody hell! Emma's jaw slackened at the thoroughly indecent spectacle of the Dean in a full-body skin-tight black rubber suit. The rubber suit clung tight to his portly body and spared him no blushes. He even had black rubber boots on his feet. The sleeves of the suit came down to his wrists, and the collar went halfway up his neck. Straps and buckles ran down the back and were snapped down in place by a thin metal rod, at the top and bottom of which were fixed two small metal padlocks.

Dean Johnson wasn't getting out of that suit without the keys to the padlocks. His head was covered with a black rubber hood with eye and mouth cutouts. But it was his rampant erection that was the only flesh on display and which jutted out of a purpose full space in the groin area.

"Isn't he funny? My husband's rubber domination started out innocently when he used rubber gloves when he was washing the car. He instantly became intoxicated by the smell and feel until it intruded into our sex life. And now he can only get it up when he is in his suit."

Johnson approached with loud squeaks and Emma felt a chill up her spine as his intent was clear. The dominance and decadence of the unscrupulous pair evoked

feelings in Emma that had laid dormant since her early twenties.

"Are you up for more fun and games?"

Emma suspended her thoughts and doubts and nodded. The mood was right, and the time was right.

"Good show, because my dear, we want to tie you up, blindfold you and fuck your socks off. It will all be done in the name of higher education. Take your shoes mind, I don't want my new Egyptian cotton sheets ripped."

Emma did so with some relief and lay on her back. With creaks and squeaks, the rubber-clad Dean Johnson stretched Emma's arms above her head one by one and secured her wrists to the top bed posts with PVC cuffs. Jemima roughly pulled her legs out in a Y shape and cuffed her ankles to the lower posts.

"Lift your head."

Emma felt a dark blindfold cover her eyes and tied off behind her head. She couldn't see a thing. In her sightless excitement, Emma inhaled the odd mix of rubber and flowers in her nostrils. As silence fell the famous actress rolled her head from side to side as she tested the cuffs by forming two fists and tugging. Unable to close her legs, she experienced a sense of complete vulnerability.

Soft hands, obviously Jemima's, caressed her tits that sat just above the top of the black corset, and her nipples were thumbed with a certain firmness. Pliant and nicely shaped, her breasts sat proudly on her chest. Even laid flat, they resisted the pull of gravity, and Jemima smiled at the fact that each tit fit in the palms of her gloves perfectly. She cupped them and lightly rolled the tips between thumb and forefinger.

Still in the dark, Emma gasped and she arched up with her arms out wide as her nipples were nibbled alternatively. A fat rubber finger clumsily ran the length of her wet gash and rested on her clit. The digit was too thick to probe her fuck hole so Johnson just worried her slit over and over as he attempted oral sex. He spluttered and slobbered with a fevered gusto punctuated by harsh pants. In her mind's eye, Emma imagined how she must have looked.

The intoxicating aroma of the female cunt made her flare her nostrils as Jemima sat on her face and ground herself down onto her mouth. Emma's head jolted back at an angle with her chin high and her throat gulping. Her mouth was overflowing as she embraced the woman who fucked her face with her pussy.

The rubber-encased Dean fell upon her and his cock slid easily inside her. Emma was a typical big cock Queen and always preferred having a big dick up her flue. Johnson wasn't terribly well hung but the desire to be fucked overcame the size problem. He immediately picked up the pace, presumably having not had sex for some time he must have been as horny as hell.

His suit and boots squeaked nonstop as he rose up and down with audible grunts and snot bubbles formed in his nose. Emma also groaned as the damp slash of Jemima's pussy smothered her mouth. Her juices dripped onto her lips and chin as the older woman wiggled her lower body repeatedly.

The Dean's prick pumped back and forth into Emma, and her cunt leaked over his shaft with her heated ardour. The same heat was rising in him and he spread his body over her and the rubber became a blanket over her tied frame. Still in the dark and unable to move her arms and legs Emma was completely theirs to do whatever they so wished.