Author: The Fun Dreams
Keywords: MF, teacher, student, school, bdsm, dom, sub, maledom, femsub, sex
Summary: A senior in college turns in a dirty story on a dare.
Note: This is my first story, Feedback is appreciated.
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It started off as a dare. My senior year of college had come. I was about to graduate I had practically passed all my classes. I had to turn in a couple papers, take a few exams, and finish my elective, free writing. A class I couldn't fail.
In Free Writing, on the first day of class our professor handed out a series of dates. She explained that as long as we handed in one story of the appropriate length on each of those dates she would give us all As. The papers just had to be acceptable to English standards she laid out and taught in class and with that she gave us a smile.
Most guys in class ignored the lessons and almost anything she said, and just stared dreamily at that smile, and the body it was connected to and what a body it was.
Rebecca Parker was a knockout fox. She was the youngest professor on the faculty at 25 when she joined the faculty last year. Her age allowed her to be instantly in touch with her students, and she dressed like a college student instead of a stuffy old professor. She made no attempt to hide her body like most teachers at the school, and her body was amazing. While no one knew for sure, there was many guesses about her exact measurements. She had an ample bosom that turned heads and bounced provocatively. I often had trouble keeping my eyes off of it, at least once I thought she had caught me staring at them in class, but rather than make a scene, she flashed a smile and continue teaching as if she didn't care. What a teacher.
I was forced to take Professor Parker's class in my junior year as a mandatory english course, but I barely passed due to being distracted by her looks. However it didn't take long for me to sign up for another class taught by her in my senior year. I just wanted to spend an hour each day watching her move and dreaming about that body and cute smile.
The subject of the dare however started off as a joke. I wrote a story about Professor Parker in my junior year as a joke, and I sent it to my friend Dave. I trusted him and he had proved he had could be trusted often. That story was in Dave's possession for a full year and he never mentioned it.
The story involved Professor Parker and me meeting after class we had a short conversation that lead to me listing off a variety of things I would like to do with her. The ideas revolved around the fact she would be subservient to me and let me try anything I wanted with her, and often on her. In my story she even suggests a few filthy things herself.
Most of the story was just suggestion or hints at what we'd do, but I the idea of my beautiful buxom teacher letting me have my way with her was enjoyable. I'd often read the story when I didn't have a date and enjoy myself to the thought of her on her knees offering herself to me in any way I want.
I kept the story around and ended up adding to it when I was bored and horny, a horrible combination. I added a scene where we had sex for the first time. It wasn't love making, and I didn't want it to be love making. It was just a large amount of smut in which I chose how to have sex and she tried her best to please me. I even gave Dave the new version when I finished something I wanted to share. Every time he got a new copy he would flash me a thumbs up the next day and didn't mention it after.
A month before Finals, Dave and I were hanging out with some ladies, and playing truth or dare. The game had alcohol involved, and we had gotten pretty far, but at some point Dave asked me Truth or Dare, and I laughed and said "Dare" thinking he'd have me hook up with one of the girls.
Instead Dave just smiled at me and said "Give your story to Professor Parker as your final exam." I laughed until Dave just nodded and then motioned me to take a turn.
It wasn't until the next day that Dave told me he was serious in the dare, he explained the final was 25 percent of my grade and at worst I would get a C. Though I could get an A and be a hero to Dave.
I just laughed at him but he called me a wuss, and I just told him that we'd see with no chance of me actually following through.
Professor Parker made it hard to think about anything else other than my story. She continued to dress provocatively. On the coldest day of the year, she wore an overcoat to class, and took it off revealing a low cut blouse and a short skirt. I think I she only wore a sweater once for a school event to show off a silly Christmas Sweater, and it was the dullest lesson I had in her class. Though she still wore a short skirt which kept the class somewhat interesting.
I always thought Professor Parker was aware the effect her body had on the men in her class, but didn't mind a horny class, as long as they we were attentive. I could attest it worked. I don't think a single guy in the class ever slept through it, something I couldn't say about other classes. Instead the only problem she ever had was getting a guy's attention to answer a question.
When the time for the final arrive Professor Parker sat in her chair at the front of the class, behind her desk, and crossed her leg, making me wish her desk would just disappear. She then laid out the theme of the paper.
"I don't want you to stress over your final paper. It's only a paper like you've been handing in so far. However it's your final, so I'd like to give you a large theme. Talk about the one thing you desire most in the whole world. I don't care if it's a car, or a job, or just a state of mind. I want to know what all of you want deep in your heart."
It was at that moment I decided to go for it. Win, lose or draw, I was curious what she would think about my desire.
I spent the next week working on my paper to make sure it was up to her standards. I removed a few suggestions I thought would be over the top, added a little more description to what happened between us, and fleshed out her a little more than just leaving her as a silly fuck puppet. I didn't want to insult her, I wanted to show what I desired, her giving herself to me.
It struck me that I was looking at an F but I felt confident I could still pass. Just something about the way she said desire made me know I had to let her know the truth.
I worked more on that paper than any other final. I didn't do bad on any final, but I could have better used my time on classes that would matter. Yet I turned my paper on time, and she flashed her winning smile as she accepted my assignment. That same smile I saw every day in class was the same one I wrote about in my paper on her body as she kneeled before me and asked me to use her. I knew it was the last time I'd see it, as I'd get my paper back when I got my final grade but it wouldn't be in person.
As I walked out of the classroom, I saw Dave and threw him a thumbs up letting him know I went through with it. I didn't even have to lie. Dave just laughed and bought me a drink calling me the gutsiest guy he knew.
There was week before our final grades were released during which as seniors meant we drank partied and caused a ruckus. Then we came back to earth as our grades were posted. I went around the campus and gathered my grades, one C, a couple Bs, and an A. Finally I wandered over to see what I had assumed would be the F from Free Writing... However Dave was standing by it waiting for me, and looked like he had bad news.
"Sorry, man.."
Dave kind of ran off after apologizing. I looked for my grade to see how bad it could be and I saw the mark next to my name. "See Me." There was even time listed after school hours. Shit. That wasn't good. I was going to fail, and she probably was going to try to get me expelled. Why the fuck did I listen to Dave? Why the fuck did I have to turn that story in? I should have just wrote something stupid about wanting a wife and a white picket fence and 2.6 kids or some lame shit like that.
I realized I had a couple hours before the time listed so I ditched Dave and went back to my room to think. There had to be some reason for me to turn in that paper. I could tell her it was a joke. I could tell her I didn't realize what I had handed in because someone switched my papers. I could just beg her not to fail me outright.
Eventually the time came, and I started over to her office at the time she requested. I had to push my way past the crowd of students leaving their last class of the day, but got to Professor Parker's office and I found a note on the door. Professor Parker must have got tired of waiting and told me she was expelling me in a note.
As I read the note, it had a room number, the room that our class would meet in. I took the note off the door as I thought it was meant for me and went to the room, worried about why she didn't want me in her office. Was she afraid I would break something.
When I got to the classroom I noticed that the blinds were drawn, and I wondered who would be waiting for me on the other side. I imagined the dean, the provost and about every other authority figure waiting to take a turn at me behind the door I took a deep breath and opened the door walking through to face the music.
I looked around and noticed there wasn't a room full of people waiting for me. In fact there was only one person, and she was sitting down behind the desk. As the door closed, Professor Parker looked at me and said "Would you mind locking that? I think we need privacy for this discussion."
I locked the door and walked towards my seat before Professor Parker coughed and motioned for me to approach her desk. Then I slowly walked up to her, and she rose out of her seat. She wore a long coat that fully hid her body, I figured she must have just walked from the administration building to here and needed to cover up due to wind, or just didn't want to show me anything after reading the story. I noticed a folder on the desk as she motioned for me to sit down in the same chair she was in.
After I sat in her seat, she opened the folder, in the folder was a story I didn't recognize. There was a large red A and a good job written on it. I noticed my name was in the upper left corner. I started to read the paper but Professor Parker stopped me.
"Tomorrow I'm going to hand in this story as your Senior project for the school record." She explained. "However it needs a signature to show it's yours."
