Susie pulled the slip of material she called panties down her tight ass. Once again she was wet. Frowning she sat perched on the toilet seat as she wiped away the moisture that had accumulated during her last class. Mr. Torres had been the Teacher for her last class. He had repeatedly asked his students to call him Ben but she couldn't bring herself to do that. His tall athletic build dwarfed Susie's five foot three stature and she often wondered what it would be like to have his hard body crushed against hers. Sighing she pulled the sheer lacy thong up, washed her hands, and left for her next class. Economics...oh how exciting!
The next Wednesday she found herself taking personal notes in Mr. Torres's class. Why not? Her paper had been finished the day he assigned it and there really wasn't much for her to do. Ben was going over the Woman's Rights Movement and Susie yawned mentally.
On her personal notes she circled her note stating the ownership of women by men. Immediately she felt herself grow wet as her nipples hardened. Jotting down her thoughts of a woman belonging to a man and how some women found submissiveness, obedience, and ownership by men a turn on. Many times the men would fuck them when ever and where ever the men wanted to. In such cases the women would be told what they could wear to bed, whether or not they could wear undergarments, and that disobedience would be punishable as long as the instrument to correct the behavior was no thicker than a thumb.
