It was the last day of the semester and final exams had just been completed. Jessica knew she was in trouble in Advanced Accounting. She was 22, slender, well built with long, flowing red hair. She was in her last semester of school and needed at least a B+ to pass this particular class and she just knew she completely bombed the final. Her mind had been elsewhere the entire semester but she was able to cover in all of her other classes on sheer intelligence and a heavy cram session right before the final. This one class, however, was ignored a little too much to recover by cramming for the final. Jessica knew her only hope was to speak to the professor and ask for some kind of extra credit.
Jessica tracked down Professor Reston in the classroom. It was at the end of the day and the last class had just been dismissed. Jessica stood there for a moment peering in at the professor through the only window to the classroom. He sat behind his desk grading a stack of papers that looked like the final exam she had taken earlier that day. The professor was not a bad looking man. Early 30's, with an average build, wavy auburn hair and a nice air of confidence about him. He had always been kind and understanding with Jessica and she considered him one of her favorite professors.
Jessica let out a deep sigh, slid the door open quietly and stepped inside the room, closing the door behind her. Professor Reston looked up and shot a smile at Jessica that instantly disarmed her and made all her anxiety melt away instantly. She approached the professor and sat down in the student's desk directly in front of him.
"Professor Reston, I have a question to ask you about the final exam." Jessica stated kind of sheepishly, paused a moment then continued. "I have a little problem and I'm hoping you can help me out" Jessica tried to put on her best "damsel in distress" look hoping to win the professor over as she continued. "Well, you see professor" Jessica stammered a little, searching for the right words to go with her look. "I really need to pass this class in order to graduate and I fear that I may have not done so well on the final. I really hate asking this of you, but is there any way you can see clear to offer some extra credit work or something along those lines to help my grade?" Jessica felt this twinge in her stomach as she asked and almost squinted as she waited for the answer she almost was certain would come.
Professor Reston stood up and started pacing around the room. He didn't start speaking immediately and Jessica started getting nervous. She didn't even notice that he pulled the shade down on the only window to the room and she never heard the lock on the door slide close. The professor continued to pace around the room and Jessica became aware of the professor staring at her even though she couldn't see his face. She started getting really uncomfortable. The professor had never acted this way before. As the professor returned to the front of the room, he grabbed the students desk next to Jessica, repositioned it right in front of hers facing the other direction and sat down, letting out a little sigh.
"Well, was there anything in particular you had in mind?" the professor asked almost too innocently.
"I don't know professor, I'll do anything" Jessica stated.
At this, the professor undid the knot on his tie and let it hang loosely around his neck. He also unbuttoned the top button of his dress shirt. At this sight, Jessica felt a twinge of passion that was unexpected and almost distracted her from the conversation.
"What do you need me to do?" She finally asked.
At this last comment, Professor Reston stood up and moved around behind Jessica. He grabbed her by the shoulders and gently pulled her out of the desk. Just as Jessica was about to protest, the professor shoved the desk she had been sitting in out of the way and pushed her over the desk he had been sitting in. Jessica was shocked! She didn't know what to do and was stunned. As she reeled and tried to regain control of her mind, the professor moved around in front of Jessica, slid his tie from around his neck and used it to bind her hands to the legs of the desk. He used one end of the tie to bind her left hand to one leg, stretched the tie across to the other leg and bound her right hand to the desk. Jessica was floored. What was happening?
About this time, Jessica regained her senses but she was helpless. She was trapped and she knew it. What the hell was the professor doing? However, some very sinister ideas started coming to her. The professor took his belt off and bound her feet to each leg of the desk. The trap was complete. Jessica was completely helpless. The professor circled the desk a couple of times without speaking a word. Jessica became excruciatingly aware of her own vulnerability. Her ass was jutting up in the air, her perky tits hanging down in the seat cavity. Her long supple legs extended fully, the muscles pulled taunt and her long flowing red hair hanging down around her face which she was helpless to move out of the way. She could no longer see what the professor was doing. Strangely, Jessica felt exhilarated all of a sudden. The professor's intentions were now completely obvious to her and she discovered it was turning her on.
"Are you ready for your final exam?" professor Reston asked sardonically and in one swift motion slid Jessica's miniskirt and panties to the floor. Jessica was speechless; she couldn't bring herself to speak. The professor picked up a ruler from his desk and smacked her ass cheek hard. "I asked you a question. If you don't wish to fail, you'd better answer now." The bite of the spanking snapped Jessica's mouth into action. "Yes, I'm ready." She answered quickly. There was another quick rap on the other ass cheek. "You will address me as ‘Professor'. Do you understand?" The professor asked.
"Yes, I understa…." There was another swift whack on the ass. "I don't think you heard me. Address me properly or you FAIL!" The professor said sharply. "Yes professor, I'm ready" Jessica yelped quickly.
