*Chapter 3 picks up immediately where Ch. 2 left off- PLEASE LEAVE COMMENTS, this story is still being written and they're helpful for creative direction*
As I stood there and wiggled my ass under his hand, Robby firmly slid his hand fully on my right ass cheek & squeezed. With only the thin yoga pants separating his hand and my ass now, I felt the full weight of his strong hand taking hold. His hand is so big! I felt his fingers stretching out more, slowly spreading over more & more of my tight ass. His hand spread wider, like a snake fully uncoiling, and engulfed every square inch of my right ass cheek. It was warm and comforting but strong.
It was clear who was in control. I jumped as a chill went through my spine.
Robby laughed and clenched his fingers in for a squeeze. His hand felt completely molded to my ass, his strong grip the security & leadership I so desperately craved.
He leaned in & whispered "good girl... the things I'm going to do... you were such a bitch all those times in class. I knew it was just a cover. To think my uptight professor is just another slut."
"I don't think... no..."
He laughed. His hand patted my ass then slid up around to my hip and he stopped us right in front of a mirror.
I took a deep breath and anxiously pulled at my panties trying to relieve the growing pressure. The thong felt so tight & foreign.
"Woah woah... stop stop!"
His hand grabbed my wrist & pulled it away. His fingers slid under the waist line of my pants to find the thong string. He pulled on it up and down.
"Let's just give this a minute... let it do its job...feel the full effect..."
My eyes drifted to the mirror and for the first time I took myself in. The slutty, tight sports bra that made my tits comically pop out, my bare midriff, my fancy hair cascading down the sides of my bulging cleavage... my tight pants and the STUDENT with his hands all over my ass. I felt so naked. I also felt the pull of the thong as Robby played with it. Tightly pulling into my ass crack, the silky front patch rubbed against my pussy. It was electrifying...
My mind drifted back to kneeling under the door while the boys talked. Robby's voice echoed in my head..
"Thongs have one purpose- to let the whole world know a slut is a slut... what better item than one that says 'look at my ass... spank it... own it...'. Get her to wear a thong every damn day so she knows she needs to be ready to fuck at any damn time."
My shoulders slunk as I stared at myself, more words came flooding back...
"But it starts with the THONG. Once she wears panties that only have one clear design- exposed ass & easy pussy access- everything falls into place. As those strings pull back on her ass all day and that thong fabric brushes against her pussy, it's like a constant reminder deep down calling to her. SLUTTTT...SLUTTTT...."
The words echoed in my ears. I hated the F word - cussing is so base. Such poor communication. Only those who don't know better use such language.
"Yeah, boys get her THONGED and the slut ball starts rolling down the hill... right into your waiting arms. Professor TIGHTASS just needs to feel what it's like to show off that... well tight ass."
My mind snapped out of it as Robby's hand slid further down inside my pants. His hand began rubbing my bare ass that the tiny thong left uncovered. That feels good... so relaxing...
I felt almost free for the first time. All that stress, all that angst, all that energy I'd been holding in started to melt away. It'd been exhausting. So so exhausting. It felt good to just let it go. Quit resisting. To do what I wanted to do all those other times outside the door that day or in the gym or at Dante's. Why was I fighting that so hard? Why did I care so...
"Mmmmmmmm-wowwwwwww.... ohhhhhh Robby..."
His lips curled into a giant grin as his hand kept rubbing my ass.
"There we fucking go, I knew we just needed a minute. Let's get going!"
SLAP!
I jumped and started walking as his hand slid back to my ass cheek. He gave me little pats to indicate where to walk.
SLAP!
"Stop!"
I froze.
"We need to teach you how to walk!"
"How to walk?"
"Did I stutter?! Yes, listen closely. Don't waste my time here."
"Pull your arms back...like this...".
He pulled both my elbows back as far as I could behind my back. They almost touched.
"And freeze! Now keep that. Then arch your back."
I arched my back.
"Great! And finally roll your shoulders back- relax babe. That's how you present when walking."
His hand slid back to my ass as I glimpsed the mirror. My arms pulling back & my back arching had the effect of making my tits stick out like Jessica Rabbit.
As we walked towards the bench, he abruptly turned us to walk towards the desk. Huh?
It didn't hit me until I saw the two young male workers ogling us. Robby walked me right up to them as if displaying a trophy. We kept walking right by as their jaws dropped, no doubt confused.
We wasted no time as we arrived at the bench.
"Let's warm you up properly for a change."
I turned & stood behind the bench as he'd showed me yesterday. Robby came behind me, reached his arms past me & grabbed the bar. I put my hands on it to hold it with him.
He spanked my right ass cheek and we both instinctively pulled the bar back into my body. His body pushed behind me, squeezing me tightly between the rock solid bar and the rock solid Robby. After yesterday's exhaustive practice, we found perfect rhythm right away.
"Ohhh!"
He pulled the bar out.
SMACK!
Bar in.
Chest tight, he squeezed into me only this time something was different. While yesterday my panties bunched up creating a mess of a fabric barrier as our bodies collided, the thong did no such thing. The thin string just moved with our bodies providing no resistance. I jumped again as I felt a large metal bar slide snugly in place between my ass cheeks.
"What the? Why are you putting a bar in there?"
"Hahahaha... that's no bar! But it is a solid piece of cock!"
He thrust out then SLAMMED back in to me.
"Ohhhhh!!"
His "cock" sprung to life and slid snugly in place between my ass cheeks.
