Summary:
College Professor blackmails Mom and daughter.
Note 1:
This is an
April Fools Day Story Contest 2023
story so please vote. What makes the story suitable for this contest is a quirky Choose-Your-Favourite-Twisted-Ending, from three possible versions.
Note 2:
Thanks to
Tex Beethoven
for editing this story.
Note 3:
Although it was greatly altered by the time I finished with it, this story is vaguely based on a hot lesbian scene called
Parent Teacher Secrets
.
Professor Parent Student Surprises
"You're
still
certain you don't know why Professor Adams summoned us to this meeting?" Penny asked her daughter.
"No idea," Karlee answered with a shrug.
"Well, it's odd to receive a call... or actually it
was
more of a summons... from your Psychology Professor, just because I'm your mother," Penny said. "It's as if you were still in high school, and you misbehaved in some fashion. What did you do?"
"I have no idea," Karlee said. "Maybe she just wants to catch up. She told me she used to work for you."
"Maybe," Penny pondered, since Professor Adams had been her teacher's assistant a decade ago at a nearby college. The same college where Penny was now the Dean. Deidre could have at any time attempted to catch up with her, instead of on the Friday just before finals started at both of their schools. She sensed something was up, she just didn't know what.
As they approached the Professor's classroom at six-thirty on a Friday night, the school seemed like a ghost town; but that was the earliest Dean Penny Lincoln could arrive. She'd finished out the day at her own school, driven for an hour to this one, met her daughter, and they'd made their way through the corridors to this classroom. Penny repeated the question she'd already asked a couple times already, "And you're sure there isn't anything you've done to upset her? You know how much I hate unpleasant surprises."
"No, nothing at all," Karlee denied, being a pretty good liar, and she was usually able to cover her tracks with her beauty, quick wit or sensual personality. But this time Professor Adams hadn't said anything, so she was clueless.
"Okay, we'll just have to see what she has in mind," Penny sighed as she opened the door and went in, turning on the usual charm and fake warmth she had mastered during her decade and a half in leadership roles. "Deidre, it's been a long time, it's so good to see you."
"You as well," Professor Adams smiled, her nefarious plan already beginning to unfold.
Penny walked the fair distance from the rear of the large classroom to the front, and gave her former teaching assistant a hug.
Once the hug was done, Professor Adams stepped in front of her desk and leaned back on it. She then said firmly, her tone conveying this wouldn't be a simple renewing old friendships visit, or even a friendly one, "Take a seat, you two."
"Um, okay," Penny said, sitting down in a student desk, giving another querying look to her daughter, who also sat down. She recognized that tone... shit, she was usually the bitch using it.
"Do you know why you're here tonight, Dean Lincoln?" The Professor asked.
"Please call me Penny," the Dean replied graciously, but automatically.
"Very well. Do you know why you're here tonight, Penny?" The Professor rephrased.
"I don't," Penny answered, crossing her legs, and once again giving her daughter that same look.
Karlee just shrugged, a look of complete innocence in her eyes and smile.
The Professor hopped up onto her desk, crossed her legs, and asked, "May I be blunt?"
"Please do," Penny said, wanting to find out the reason she'd been summoned here... yes, summoned was
exactly
the right word... on a Friday evening.
As the Professor dangled her heel on her toes and crossed her arms, she said, "Your daughter skips classes, when she does deign to attend, she often arrives late for them, but the tipping point was this week. I discovered that she'd cheated on her Finals Thesis ."
"No, you didn't!" Penny gasped, "you
couldn't
have," although she again looked at her daughter. She would have glared at her, but an accusation wasn't proof, so she'd have to wait and see.
Karlee's face remained stoic... not giving away any indication about whether this news was a surprise or not.
"Yes, I did. The graduate student she paid $500 to write it for her has already come clean, and she's donated the money to the Psychology Department," Professor Adams asserted.
"Karlee, did you pay someone all that money to write your Thesis for you?" Penny asked her daughter.
"Yes," Karlee whispered, since she was obviously busted.
"What?"
"Yes, Mom," Karlee said, now louder and with obvious frustration. "The classes, the practices, everything was just too much pressure for me!"
"Honey, it's okay," Penny said, standing up from her seat and going to her daughter.
"It's definitely
not
okay," Deidre said with icicles in her voice. "This means a failing grade in my class, automatic expulsion from this school, and most likely the termination of your daughter's college education in
any
schools."
"Oh my," the mother gasped. "This
is
serious...
very
serious! Deidre, she's already admitted her guilt, so I can't claim that you're wrong, but isn't there something you and I can do about this?" Penny asked. "I mean... I don't know... some sort of Professional Courtesy we can apply?"
"First, in a situation such as this one, you shall address me as Professor Adams," the Professor clarified.
"I'm sorry, Professor Adams," Penny corrected herself, recognising that this time her former assistant had her own power play going on, and she was holding all the cards.
"And you're requesting a Professional Courtesy from me?" Deidre asked.
"Yes please, Professor Adams," the Dean said. "From one Professor to another."
"I don't recall your granting me a Professional Courtesy ten years ago, when I asked you for a recommendation for my current position," Deidre said, "or at least not one without certain conditions attached," as she allowed her heel to drop to the floor with a loud
clunk
.
A chill went up the Dean's back upon this déjà vu from a decade ago. Back then, she'd been the one sitting on top of her desk, and she'd dropped her heel to the floor with a similar clunk, and then she'd required her assistant to lick her soles, suck on her toes, and even hump herself to an orgasm on her foot! It had been super hot at the time, and a complete rush to exercise such power over another human being... except that now it looked like the tables were reversed. "Deidre, please."
"It's Professor Adams," she reminded her.
"Sorry, sorry, Professor Adams," Penny corrected herself. Again.
"And please recount to me... what did you require from me for that recommendation?"
"Please... De-... Professor Adams... my daughter is sitting right here next to me."
Karlee gave her mother a confused look. She was looking sheepish, scared, and even slightly hysterical, a condition she'd never seen her in before in her life! Her mother was the consummate strong-willed woman. An intimidating feminist. An accomplished ball crusher. She reflected that this situation must be particularly humiliating for her mother, since although she was in her mid-forties, this woman putting her in her place was likely only in her mid-thirties, while Karlee herself had turned eighteen only a few weeks ago. She might be nearing the end of her freshman year in college, but she hadn't been seventeen for very long when she'd graduated from high school.
"Retrieve my heel for me, Penny," the Professor ordered coldly.
"Yes ma'am," Penny said, looking nervously at her daughter before getting up, bending down, picking up the heel, and offering it to the seated Professor, who placed it next to her on the desk.
"On your knees."
"Deidre... I mean Professor Adams," Penny caught herself. "Please, no."
"Knees now," the Professor demanded. "Unless you want me to phone the Dean of
this
college. If I tell him it's important, he'll rush right over. So you know what the consequences will be if I make that call."
Penny lowered herself to her knees.
"Good girl," Deidre smiled. "Now what...
exactly...
did you require me to do before you gave me that recommendation? Look at your daughter and tell her."
Penny didn't want to say the words. Her past was very wicked... very taboo. A sordid lesbian past, fraught with her own arrogance. A secret life she'd managed to hide from her daughter throughout the girl's entire life.
"Tell her," The Professor demanded, utilising a nylon-clad mocha-coloured foot to shove the Mom's face, until it was directed towards her daughter. "And Karlee, please notice I'm not coaching your mother in any way about what I want her to tell you. She knows
exactly
the way she used to treat me."
Penny looked at her daughter, "I'm sorry, honey."
"Tell her," the Professor repeated.
Karlee couldn't believe what she was witnessing... her indomitable mother groveling on her knees in front of her... until now... usually courteous and well-spoken Psychology Professor.
"I ordered you to lick my soles, suck on my toes, hump yourself to orgasm on my foot, and then eat my pussy," Penny whispered, having turned her face back to the Professor.
"Look at your daughter and tell