Dulcie sat in class thinking about how slutty she was being, but it would be worth it, she hoped. They had a test last week and she got an F, and right now she was hoping to get her professor to change it. He was at least 50 and grey but mostly balding, but before she entered the lesson Dulcie had removed her knickers, and ensured her skirt was hitched up as high as she could manage.
Less than two minutes into the lesson she had got the attention of the professor and he had looked straight at her, and straight up her skirt to her little bald pussy. On his fourth or fifth look she had slid her hand down and ran her fingers up and down her lips, parting them to show the professor her wet pussy inside. His eyes had almost popped out of his head, as she rubbed her clit for him.
"So, class, that wraps up today's lesson," said the professor. "Dulcie, as the only person to fail the test last week, can you please stay behind for a moment?"
"Yes sir," she replied, as the rest of the class got up and started to filter out of the room.
The professor walked over to Dulcie's desk; there was a slight challenge to his walk that suggested he was not comfortable in his trousers. He stopped at her desk, as the last of the students filed from the room.
"Now, Miss Ryan, I can see you worked hard today to make up for that 'F', but you have not done nearly enough," he said.
"No, Professor. I did assume you would need more from me," she replied.
The door closed behind the last student, and the professor continued, "I think you have made a good start at fixing that grade, but I think you will need an intense tutoring session after classes today."
"Yes sir, but I have netball after class. I can come to your office at 5 p.m. Is that OK?" she asked.
"Oh yes, that will work very well. I will arrange to lock up the school tonight," he replied. "Now please stand and bend over the desk."
Dulcie was shocked. She did not expect that, and the next class would start to come in very soon. But, with a bright red face, she stood up and moved so that she could bend over her desk. Even before she had finished bending over, his hand moved her skirt up, exposing her naked pussy and arse.
He stroked her pert young arse, his hand a little cold, but gentle. Then in a quick movement, he moved it away then slapped it back into her cheeks, with a clap that echoed off the classroom walls. Dulcie yelped, and stood up straight, in shock.
"You will need to do better than that later, young lady; I intend to spank that arse hard. Your 21-year-old cheeks should be able to take it," he said. "So, think about that today. The spanking will get you to an 'E', if you can take it, but I will give you the opportunity after to get to an 'A'. Fail at any part and your grade stops where it is, at that point. Am I clear?"
"Yes, Professor," she replied, rubbing her arse.
"Now get to your next lesson," he said.
Through the day, Dulcie thought about the slap. It had hurt, and her bottom stung until the end of the next lesson. By the time she got to the professor's office later, her heart was pumping, and she was a little scared of what he planned to do to her. But she did not feel she had a choice; if she failed science, her dad had said she was going to an all-girl boarding school, and she could not cope with that.
She stood looking out across the netball courts, in her white jeans that she had changed into at lunchtime. As she walked, they rubbed and she felt the spank. She lifted her sunglasses, and made the decision she was going to go to the professor, and whatever he wanted she would do it, even if he wanted to take her virginity.
The school was silent; there was nobody around now. The professor's office was the only one with light, and with a stutter to her step she walked to the door and knocked.
"Come," his voice carried from inside.
She opened the door and walked in looking very meek, and closed the door behind her. "Hello, Professor," she said, "I have texted my mum and she knows I have an extra tutor session with you, and she will pick me up at 6:30. Is that long enough?"
From behind his desk, which was clear of almost everything except the paper he was marking, he said, "If you are a good girl, that should be fine."
"I will be, professor. I have thought all day, and I will do whatever you need. I can't afford to fail," she said, in a voice that was close to cracking.
"No need to worry. Your young arse and cunt should be able to take all of this, no problem. Now please remove all your clothes and bend over the desk like you did earlier. It should be easier with this large desk." His voice was commanding and forceful.
Dulcie slowly took off all her clothes. She watched the professor as he eagerly watched her bra come off and her young, perky tits slipped into view. Their big size meant that they drooped slightly, but they had a good shape with puffy pink nipples. His eyes flicked down to her skirt as she removed that, her clean-shaven pussy visible and almost sparkling. When she was naked, she walked to the desk and bent over it. She gripped the sides hard, her knuckles going white straight away. Then she closed her eyes and waited.