Miss Garnier:
Yes, sir.
Dr. Rosen:
We'll be discussing "In Defense of Free Will" by C. A. Campbell. Every time I say the author's name you are to lift your skirt up so that I can see your panties. Is that clear?
Dr. Rosen:
There isn't much time and if you're late to my class you're going to regret it. Now, is that clear?
Miss Garnier:
Yes, sir.
Dr. Rosen:
Good girl. I'll see you in a few.
--
The university campus was massive, nearly as big as the town proper. It was a beautiful spring day, and Gianna was especially annoyed that she couldn't enjoy it, her mind full of Markus and what he was going to do. She hated him. As if it was bad enough that he touched her like she did, he also had the nerve to dictate how she dressed and talked to him. Where would it end?
On top of it all, she had cum. For him. Even though she usually enjoyed herself during sex, she didn't cum that often with guys, and she struggled to understand the roiling bog of emotions inside her.
The class was inside one of the older humanities buildings, the door to the classroom propped, and she took a few deep breaths before she came in. Markus had been watching the door and his eyes were right on her as she entered. She didn't have to even look, she could feel his gross eyes on her. "Miss Garnier, I'm so happy you decided to join us." He leered at her, his eyes moving up and down her body.
The classroom was average sized and nondescript. There was an old chalkboard in front and a projector screwed to the ceiling with conspicuous wires running out of it, attesting to the many times over the decades the room had been remodeled.
"Hello, Dr. Rosen," she grumbled. There was a seat right up front open. This was probably better, since no one else would see her expose herself if she was up front, only this old pervert. She sat, placing her bag on the floor and taking out her notebook.
Markus gave her a little smirk and she glared back. "I think you'll find this particular session quite interesting, Miss Garnier. We're going to be discussing 'In Defense of Free Will' by C. A. Campbell. Stimulating." His eyes drilled into her.
Gianna gritted her teeth, playing at the leg of her dress. Despite steeling herself for this, she still couldn't bring herself to pull up her skirt and show Markus the conservative pair of boy shorts she wore. Her hands played at her hips.
"I said we're discussing 'In Defense of Free Will' C. A. Campbell, Miss Garnier." His smirk had faded, his face darkening. "Surely you'll have something to contribute. It's what I would expect from a serious student."
She gulped and her hands bunched around the folds of her skirt. As she pulled up her skirt her face and ears heated, and to her surprise and horror, a tingle and trickle of wetness stirred deep inside her. What the fuck was wrong with her? Her fingers crawled along her thighs, pulling the skirt up as it bunched in her hands. The cool breeze from the open door buffeted her legs.
Markus watched her, not even blinking as her legs were exposed more and more. She pulled her skirt just over her knees. "Miss Garnier, please," Markus said. "I'm sure you can do better than that."
With a huff between her gritted teeth, Gianna pulled her skirt up more, allowing the light to shine on her underwear, giving Markus an unobstructed view. She glanced around to make sure no one else could see. "I suppose that will do, Miss Garnier. I expect you to contribute more as the discussion goes on. Perhaps we can discuss proper preparation for class later on."
"Yes, sir," Gianna growled.
That seemed to please the troll of a man and he went about pulling down the projector screen and hooking his computer up to start the lesson. Gianna squirmed in her seat as soon as his eyes were off her. What had come over her? The wet tingles inside her intensified when Markus told her to pull her skirt up more, and her heart was beating just a bit faster than normal. She felt manipulated and humiliated already.
Markus brought up a slideshow he had shared with the class, and went over point after point. Gianna noticed that he kept all the lights on, and wouldn't turn them off even when a student requested it. "If you're having trouble seeing, Mr. Resnick, perhaps you should view the slideshow on your own device." No one else mentioned the lights after that.
Markus mentioned C. A. Campbell easily a dozen times during the lecture, and by the middle of it, Gianna kept her shirt pulled up at half-mast since she would have to pull it up as soon as she let it go. He even called on her, and she did her best to repeat a point he had made earlier in the lecture to not look like a fool. She was forced to pay attention in order to cater to Markus's deviant desires and to be able to answer his questions. "Well said, Miss Garnier. We'll make a serious student out of you yet." There was a stifled chuckle from the back row as she stared daggers at him.
The class seemed to take an eternity, Markus strutting and smirking in front of the class. Gianna felt a quiver in her stomach when she thought of how she must be affecting him. She found her eyes drawn toward the old man's slacks, searching for the sign of an erection. There were a couple of times she thought she saw the stiff outline of his gross old member against his pants. Disgust and arousal intertwined inside her as she wondered if she would ever see his cock.
Finally he finished and assigned the homework for the next class in two days. She got up with the other students, but Markus called out, "Miss Garnier, a word?"
She stopped and turned to face him, and Markus closed the door after the last student. Her arms were crossed, hiding the embarrassment of her erect, braless nipples. "Your performance in class was unsatisfactory today, Miss Garnier." Now that she was alone in the room with him she felt intimidated. With no one looking on, he was unbound and could do and say whatever he wanted.
"I did what you wanted," Gianna said, her face sour.
"Perhaps you followed the letter of my commands, but what do you think of someone who only does the bare minimum?" Markus said. Gianna didn't answer. "I'll tell you what I think. I think it's the mark of an unserious student. If this is going to work out, you're going to have to work hard in my classroom, regardless of any personal relationship we might have." He stepped toward her, and reached for her skirt. She almost jerked away, but when she saw the stern look in his eyes, she held still.
Markus pulled her skirt up, exposing her skin tight shorts underneath. "What's this?" He said.
"It's my underwear, sir," Gianna growled.
"It's quite utilitarian, and I'm sure it's acceptable if no one's going to see it. Surely you have something better."
She didn't have much else. She had a few pairs of "regular" panties and none that were actually sexy. She didn't even know if they still fit. "I have some others, yes." Her face was burning.
"Well, then, I'll be expecting something more pleasing to the eye next time. As time goes on, I'll have more expectations in terms of appropriate attire." Though his face was passive, Gianna could see how much he was enjoying this. "In the meantime..." he reached down, and to Gianna's horror, he hooked his fingers in her shorts, pulling them down and exposing her bare pussy. "Your legs," he said. Gianna stepped out of her panties and Markus took them. He looked at her bare pussy for just a few seconds and then let her skirt fall. "I'm confiscating these. They aren't suitable for you to wear." He folded them and put them in his messenger bag, but not before taking a small sniff.
Gianna was mortified, but she felt a pulsing heat from her slit, and hoped her wetness hadn't been so bad that Markus could see it. Maybe it would be a good idea to grow out her bush after all.
--
Markus's office was on the third floor of the same building. "These are not my office hours," he said to Gianna as they walked up the stairs. "I'm hoping not to have to have such immediate meetings after class in the future. That said, I'm willing to spend extra effort on you as a pupil, Miss Garnier. I hope you appreciate the effort I'm making."
"Yes, sir," she said.
"And I expect even more effort from you." They reached the third floor landing, and they came to a wooden door marked "Dr. Markus Rosen." The door creaked as he opened it, and they went inside. The only light in the office was the sunlight slanting in through the window, which was shot through with waves, attesting to its age. The office was long and narrow, and featured a desk piled with papers and a closed laptop, shelves of books, and a filing cabinet. There was some kind of bronze bust that Gianna didn't recognise.
They stepped inside, and Markus slipped behind Gianna to lock the door. A bead of sweat ran down Gianna's face. She convinced herself that it was her fear rather than arousal. She stood straight and tall, half a head over him.
"First things first, Miss Garnier." Markus held up his phone. There was an image of a young woman standing straight and tall, a black leather collar around her neck, her face impassive. Her hands were at her side and she stood tall, almost stiff. "I will teach you a variety of positions that will help me in our tutoring. This one is called 'attention.' Simple enough as you can see. You hold your arms out of the way and stay facing forward. This is so that you will not fidget with your hands and you'll hold still for me. It's close to what you're doing now, except you need to hold more still and make sure you don't slouch. When you hear 'attention,' this is the pose you will take. Do you understand, Miss Garnier?"
"Yes, sir," she said, and stiffened her body, holding her arms at her sides.
"In this position you will speak only when spoken to and keep your eyes forward." He tapped her thighs, "Feet together." Gianna pulled in her feet.
He circled her, and she turned her head to follow him. "Eyes forward!" he barked. Gianna snapped back into position. Her heart was pounding so hard she could feel it in her lips. She had never been ordered around like this, and it infuriated her. It also made her pussy tingle, and the thought or Markus pushing her over the desk and fucking her hard dominated her mind. "When I order you into these positions, there will be punishments for disobeying or for doing them incorrectly. Is that clear, Miss Garnier?"
"Yes, sir," she said.
"Now you're going to do another." He showed her the next picture, with the same young woman standing, but with her legs apart and her arms behind her head, like a soldier surrendering in battle. "This is called 'inspection.' The purpose is obvious, it allows me to see if you are properly dressed and groomed and allows me to enjoy your body. If you are to disrobe, I will say 'inspection, clothes off.'" He stared at her for a second, and she didn't move her eyes. "Inspection, clothes off," he ordered.
Gianna threw her shirt over her head, exposing her erect nipples to the air and stepping out of her skirt. With no bra or panties there wasn't that much to take off. She put her arms behind her head and spread her legs. She could feel Markus's eyes on her, leering over every curve. "No," Markus said, circling behind her. He swung his hand and spanked her naked ass. There was a loud crack and Gianna yelped in surprise.
"Dr. Rosen I did-" Gianna said, but she was cut off by another swift spank.
"You're too slow. Your clothes need to be off and you need to be in position in only a few seconds. Also, it's the same as attention. You're not to speak unless spoken to. Now put your clothes back on and get in attention again. Hop to it, attention!"
She donned her shirt and pulled her skirt up around her waist, standing tall and straight as a rod. Hastily, she slipped into her shoes. "Feet together," Markus admonished. Gianna obeyed. She focused every bit of her attention on what she was doing. Markus's commands were everything.
"Now, once more, and quickly this time. Inspection, clothes off!"
Gianna frantically pulled at her clothes, and they were on the floor within seconds. Her hands were up and her legs wide. She smelled the faint odor of her sweating armpits. Markus rounded to her front, not quite hiding the pleasure he was taking in dominating Gianna. "Better, but not quite perfect. We'll work on it in the future.
He continued circling her, and when he came around the front he placed one hand on her thigh. His fingers squeezed into her taut flesh. "Very nice," he muttered. His hand moved up her side, caressing the subtle curve of her breast, almost lost because of her raised arms. He could see everything, every muscle, every intimate part. As he walked behind her, he cupped the cheek of her ass. Gianna's skin crawled with his hands on her, but it also made her burn inside.
Markus came around to her front again, moving his hand to the mound of her pussy. He ran his hand over the stubble of her bush. "It seems you haven't shaved since we last met. Good girl. You're to grow your pubic hair out, and I will tell you when it's long enough to trim."
"Yes, sir," Gianna's voice trembled.
"What color is your pubic hair, Miss Garnier?"
Her brain was so frantic with Markus's orders that she struggled, "It's... brown sir. Like my hair."
"Lighter or darker," he asked.
"Darker, sir."
"I'm sure it's quite beautiful," Markus said. The strangely complimentary comment took Gianna by surprise, and she took a quavering breath. He circled her several more times, pawing at different parts of her body. Gianna was relieved that he didn't penetrate her, lest he find out how wet she was.
"That's enough," Markus said. "Attention. But keep your clothes off."
"Now, to discuss your behavior today. I'm disappointed in you, Miss Garnier," he said. Gianna was silent. "Your attitude this morning was disrespectful and difficult. Every direction I give to you can't be an argument. Even though I'm taking an interest in you as a student, my patience is finite." Gianna couldn't meet his eyes as he stared into hers. "Well? What do you have to say for yourself?"
This morning Gianna had certainly felt defiant, but something about being here in person alone with Markus was intimidating. Though this little troll of a man was half a foot shorter than her and probably didn't even weigh much more than she did. If she wanted to kick his ass she was fairly sure she could, being in the shape she was and having briefly studied karate in middle school. Markus looked thin and fat at the same time, and he had the unmistakable look of someone who never pushed himself physically. Yet she didn't budge from "attention." Too bad he had seen so much more of her than she had seen of him. She gulped again when she thought about the day she would see his dick. "I don't know, Dr. Rosen." Though Markus had a presence here, Gianna tried with all her might to stand up to him.
"You don't know? Your texts this morning sounded like you don't think that I can hold you accountable." Gianna held her breath and her mind raced. Markus circled behind her slowly, and Gianna kept her eyes forward. There was a crack and a flash of pain as he slapped her bare ass again. Gianna gritted her teeth as her pussy started to flood. She felt just as disgusted by this as by Markus's perversions. "As long as you're getting my help you're going to come to my class the way I tell you to. You're also going to address me in a respectful tone. You are to respond 'yes, sir' to me when I give directions or ask you a question. Is that clear?"
