Shelly Haskell was a 19-year-old college coed and a very bad girl. She'd cheated on tests at school for years & years, got her friends in trouble whenever possible and, with the boys, she had been quite the little vixen cock tease.
One day, Shelly was taking her Spring chemistry final when, low and behold, she was finally caught in the act of cheating. Mr. Hermann, her professor, caught her with answers to the test written all down her firm inner thigh.
Shelly always liked to show off her legs. She was such a pretty girl. Shelly was 5'2" tall, weighed around 120 pounds, and had blonde hair with blue eyes, a very small, tight little heart-shaped ass and very firm D-cup titties.
Glenn Hermann was a typical-looking, 50-year-old college professor. He was slightly above average in height with a medium build, and what little grey hair he had left on top of his head was rapidly balding.
When Mr. Hermann noticed something was awry in class during the chemistry final, he immediately spoke up to Shelly.
"And just what are you doing Miss Haskell?" Mr. Hermann said sternly.
"Ohhhh...Mr. Hermann...ummm...I was just fixing my dress...it tends to ride up on me," Shelly replied, obviously lying.
Shelly batted her blue eyes at Mr. Hermann, hoping that she would get her way. She always tended to get her way with men, both young & old.
"I don't think that's all you're up to young lady," Mr. Hermann said as he gazed at the chemical equations written up and down Shelly's smooth, young thigh, "Put your test on my desk and report to my office immediately!"
Mr. Hermann was infuriated.
"But...but, I was just..." Shelly tried to interject.
"But nothing!" Mr. Hermann immediately shot back, causing every head in the room to turn towards the two of them.
Mr. Hermann took hold of Shelly's arm and led her up from her desk to the front of the classroom.
"Take over," Mr. Hermann said to Brian Sherwood, the Teaching Assistant for Chemistry 203, who was sitting at the front of the room.
Brian smiled widely at Shelly. She had gotten him to do all of her homework for the semester in exchange for some promised "special favors" of hers at a later date.
However, that later date never came to pass and Shelly had never delivered on her promises to take care of Brian's needs, nor did she ever intend to. She merely had led him on, and he had been her fool.
Brian was no ladies man by any measure the term. He was a stereotypical nerd, slight in build, below average in height with brown hair and eyeglasses over his brown eyes.
"Looks like you'll finally get what's coming to you Shelly," Brian said with an evil grin on his face as she and Mr. Hermann whisked by him.
"I'll be back momentarily class," Mr. Hermann said as he led Shelly out the classroom.
"Why are you doing this to me?" Shelly whined, tears starting to run down her face as Mr. Hermann gripped her arm more forcefully in the hallway.
"If there's one thing that gets my goat young lady, it's cheating," Mr. Hermann said as the two of them entered his office, which was just down at the end of the hallway from the classroom.
Mr. Hermann threw Shelly down in a chair and closed the door behind the two of them.
Shelly sat looking at the floor, her mind slowly beginning to realize that she had been caught, but good!
Mr. Hermann stood in front of her, towering over the tiny girl.
Her thick, blonde mane of hair framed her sad face. Her ample chest heaved and fell in her short, flowery dress as she began to cry in earnest. Shelly brought her small hands up to cover her tearing, blue eyes.
"That's not going to help you at all Miss Haskell. I caught you dead to rights. I'll see that you fail my class and have to repeat it."
"I'm sorry...I'm sorry," Shelly sobbed. "I didn't mean to do it!"
"You didn't mean to?!" Mr. Hermann cried out, "And just who wrote this then?!" Mr. Hermann said as he quickly lifted up the hem of Shelly's short dress, exposing the writing on her thighs and much more than that.
Shelly rarely wore any underwear, and this day was no exception.
"Mr. Hermann!" Shelly said as she jumped up, pulling her skirt back down. "What are doing?!"
"Exposing you for the cheat that you are Miss Haskell, and for the slut that you are as well! Not wearing any panties...it's scandalous!"
Mr. Hermann's face was flushed, and Shelly took note of that immediately. Her tiny, naughty mind started to come up with a plan to get out of her cheating.
"Did you like what you saw Glenn?" Shelly said, using her professor's first name and flashing him a broad smile while moving in closer to him.
"You will address me as Mr. Hermann, Miss Haskell, and no, I do not like this aggravated situation that you have caused at all."
"Do you mean this aggravated situation Mr. Hermann?" Shelly purred as she moved her small hands up and down the front of Mr. Hermann's crotch.
Mr. Hermann had lied. He was indeed very excited by what he saw underneath Shelly Haskell's short dress.
"Ummm...stop that...right now...I'll have you disciplined for this..." Mr. Hermann attempted to interject.
"Oooohhhh, Mr. Hermann, I love to be disciplined. I can be such a bad, bad girl sometimes," Shelly said as she gave Mr. Hermann's privates a harder squeeze.
"Oh, what are you doing to me?" Mr. Hermann inquired in a higher, shrill voice.
"Wouldn't you like to rub all those naughty, little notes off my thighs Mr. Hermann? Using your hands on my tight, young body...making me quiver with fear. Even spanking me, because I've been such a bad little girl?"
Shelly was indeed a bad girl. She was more than willing to trade a moment of passion with a balding, older man in exchange for that same man forgetting that she had attempted to cheat on her chemistry final.