TRAINING THE PROF
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Part 10
Although Maria did not know about Andrew's visit, she did know, of course, about what happened at the rugby club party. After all she had arranged it with Jon Roberts and it was to that that she put down her tutor's covert truculence. And that, of course, could not be tolerated.
The day following Andrew's visit, Julian found a bag of dirty linen left in his hall way and with it a note from Maria instructing him to hand-wash the enclosed panties and blouses. It was so weird. Here he was, a university lecturer being set menial tasks by one of his own students. She had even specified the type of soap/powder he was to use, a highly expensive brand designed for use with delicates.
When he came to carry out his task he discovered Maria did not bother about marking her panties. Most pairs were stained with piss and cunt- juices. It took him over an hour just to do the panties and knickers. The five blouses took even longer, so long in fact that he missed his usual trip to the pub. He hung the blouses on hangers to dry, and put the panties on racks.
The following day Maria cornered Julian in his office.
`Have you done my washing, cock-sucker?'
`Yes Miss.'
`And ironed the blouses?'
He hung his head in shame as he admitted he hadn't done that.
`Do you expect your mistress to do her own ironing?'
`No Miss. Sorry.'
You seem to have forgotten your place, cock-sucker.' She reached inside his open fly and grabbed his balls, squeezing them hard. You are a mere cunt-licking slave, and don't you forget it.'
She squeezed his balls even harder, making Julian wince with pain.
`Please Miss, please' he begged.
She withdrew her hand and then wiped it clean on his shirt.
`Make sure you do the ironing first thing when you get home big boy. Bring them round to my flat at ten tonight. And don't be late or else.' She did not need to spell out the consequence of late arrival.
Julian shivered, but his cock still stiffened. This woman had him back firmly in her power.
He checked his watch; exactly ten o'clock. He knocked on the door. No answer. He knocked again. This time he was admitted to the flat, by Heather. She grinned at the discomforted lecturer.
`You looking for Maria?' she teased, well knowing that he was.
`Yes.'
`Oh, dear. I am afraid you have had a wasted journey. She has gone to the cinema with Sam and I think she is staying over.'
`Oh. Then can I leave these here for her?'
What's this?' said Heather, opening the plastic bag and peering in. Mmm. Have you been doing her washing?'
`Yes' he admitted.
Heather grinned. `You had better be careful, else you could end up like Robin.'
`What do you mean?'
`Well, let me put it this way, we don't do any housework in this flat.'
`He does it?'
`Yes. And now it looks as though she has got you doing her smalls. Wish I had a lecturer like you.'
This time Julian really did blush. Heather viewed him with amused contempt.
`Come with me. I will show you where to put her knickers.'
She led him to her bedroom and opened her knickers-drawer then watched as he stowed away his homework. The blouses he hung in the closet.
Heather peered round the room. The bed was unmade, her nightie was all over the pillows and three pairs of panties graced the floor. Maria was not a tidy girl.
What a mess' she opined, Robin must have had the day off. Well we can't leave it like that can we. Maria would be most upset to return to this mess.'
`What do you mean?'
`You know exactly what I mean.'
`You think I should tidy up?'
`Of course you should.'
Ten minutes later Julian had completed his task under Heather's mocking gaze. He was left with the three used pairs of panties.
`Where should I put these?' he asked.
For answer she opened the little store under the hand-wash basin and handed him Maria's packet of soap-powder. And so poor Julian was forced to wash out the three pairs under the mocking gaze of Maria's flat-mate. It was so humiliating for him. It was only then that he realised Maria had planned this humiliation. She had wanted him exposed as her personal servant.
His next problem was where to hang out the panties to dry. The only thing he could do was ask Heather, further revealing his sub state. She took him along to the bathroom and showed him the drying rack. The panties hung there, mute witnesses to his submission.
Julian woke with a start. He glanced at his bedside clock. It was past midnight. Then he heard it, a heavy tread on the stair. A moment later his bedroom door opened and Maria stood framed in the gloom. A flick of a switch and the main light came on.
She was drunk and giggly in that curious wobbly way young women have when they have had too much to drink.
`Hi, there big boy! Help me undress. I've come for the night.' He rose from his bed exposing his by now stained pink panties.
`I've just come from Sam's place after a lovely fucking. She is a great lover, not like you, you useless prick. Well get on with it pansy.'
She giggled as he helped her disrobe to her panties before she fell into the bed with a plop, just where he always slept. He put the light out, went round the bed and crawled in. Her body glowed. She took his hand and placed it on her pussy.
`Feel me you bitch. Serve your mistress's pleasure.'
Inexpertly, he played with her open lips, searching for her clit. When he found it, it was stiff with remembered pleasure from her evening with Sam. He turned towards her and tentatively stroked her full breasts, gently squeezing her nipples. She sighed with contentment, before moving her own hand to her tits to show the ignorant man how to pleasure a woman's breast.
Twenty minutes later she fell asleep. Once more Julian was left unsatisfied, a mere instrument for her pleasure.
She woke early and cross. The drink from the night before had left her with a head-ache. She reached across and felt his shrivelled member. She squeezed it hard waking him to her handiwork. A simple order and he fled downstairs to make her a morning cup of tea.
He returned to find her sitting up in bed, her tits hanging full and bare. She took the cup without a word and sipped at it.
`Is there anything else I can get you?'
`Yes. Your cane.'
He went to the spare bedroom and released the thin instrument of correction from its hiding place. With beating heart he returned to the bedroom.
She had risen from the bed and put on her bra. The air was full of her milky essence. Time' she announced for your morning correction, pansy. Take off your panties.'
He bent down and removed them before standing naked before her. She made him go to the end of the bed then bend over hands on the bed, arms stiff, bum out. The perfect position. She went across feeling his smooth bum.
`This is for keeping me awake last night with your snoring.'
And with that she caned him hard a dozen times. After three he was squirming, after six jumping at each cruel stroke, and by the final stroke he was in tears.
`That is much better. Now you realise your place, don't you bitch'
`Yes Miss.'
`And what is your place?'
`Worshipping your cunt mistress, serving your friends, grovelling before you.' And he fell to his knees before her and kissed her through her panties.
She pushed him away and proceeded to dress. Five minutes later she was gone and all she had left was her scent on his sheets and her mark across his arse.