TRAINING THE PROF
This continues the account of how an English academic was slowly but surely trapped and controlled of by one of his female students. Thanks to readers for your kind comments. Send any comments to me at
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Part 5
That evening Julian retired early, his mind in a whirl. He stripped off, examining his pubes in the mirror. He would have to shave again; somehow he knew that if he didn't she would punish him. He turned round to inspect his bottom. The marks from his morning caning were clearly visible, two still raised, livid mementoes across his smooth bum.
Under his pillow were the pink panties he had been given so publicly and humiliatingly the night before at the party. He took them out and slipped them on before climbing in under the duvet. Why was he obeying her, even though she was not present? Yet the simple fact was that he had followed her instructions, again; he had done the same the night before. He fell asleep thinking of the shape of her tits under her Snoopy pyjamas, imagining the damp patch between her thighs as she watched robin cane him, wondering whether she had frigged herself to orgasm when he left.
Sunday lunchtime and he was in the pub for a beer when Jon Roberts, one of his special subject group, came up to him at the bar.
`Hi. How's it going?'
`Fine thanks.'
`And how are your pretty panties?' the lad smirked.
`Fine. I wear them all the time now' responded Julian, making a joke of it.
The lad grinned back at him. `Not all the time though, big boy, as I can see quite clearly.'
It was as though he had been hit in the face, in public. Here was this rampant young man casually alluding to his tutor's unrestrained cock. Julian once more decided to make a joke of it, saying how much healthier it was to let things hang free. `It stops one over-heating' he concluded with what he hoped was a manly flourish.
I bet it does' said Roberts, before moving away with the drinks for himself and his girlfriend. See you around, big boy' he called over his shoulder.
Julian fled back to the public bar.
He got back to his place about two, and quickly knocked up a cold collation of ham, pickles, tomatoes and bread. He ate in front of the TV, watching a game of rugby, and then fell asleep. He was wakened by a firm knocking on his front door. Still half asleep, he went to see who it was.
Through the spy-hole he could see Miss. His heart thumped. She was calling on him! What did she want? In haste he opened the door to her.
She entered as though she owned the place.
`Are you on your own?'
`Yes Miss.'
Then why is your zip done up?' He apologised and pulled it down, and as he did so his cock rose in silent homage. Where is your toilet?' He told her. `Wait there whilst I use it.' And with that she was gone to the downstairs lavatory.
He felt such a fool standing in his own hallway whilst one of his pupils used his loo without so much as a by-your-leave. But then he recalled that she was not just a pupil, she was his mistress, and he nearly came.
She returned to complain vociferously about the state of his toilet pan. It is disgusting!' she concluded. Get it cleaned, this instant. If it is not sparkling clean the next time I call, you will find yourself cleaning it with your tongue. I hope I make myself clear.'
`Yes Miss.' She left without explanation for her brief visit. She had used his place as a personal convenience; just a place for a piss. Poor Julian felt demeaned and used, as she had intended.
Julian spent the next hour cleaning the toilet pan and the bath. At least, he thought, she will have nothing to complain about on her next visit. Foolish man!
Julian entered the Tuesday Special Subject seminar with trepidation, but everyone was very well behaved. No one referred to the party on Saturday, and he got through the two-hour session without anyone saying anything, although he did notice Jon Roberts gave him a smirk more than once. He returned to his office, relieved no one had taken advantage.
Five minutes later there was a tap on his door and Maria walked in. He rose from his desk to greet her. She shut the door, placing her back against it and stared at him.
`Well, big boy. What are you supposed to do when alone in my presence.'
He knew in a flash what she meant. She wanted him to unzip, here, in his office, at work. `It is too dangerous, Miss' he pleaded.
`Nonsense! Get on with it. Now!' He obeyed.
She left the door and came across to him. Then she ran her hand over his semi-erection through his trousers whilst fixing him with her intense grey-blue eyes.
I need a key to your house, so I can inspect you whenever I wish. Is that clear?' He nodded. Good. Get one cut. I shall collect it tomorrow. Secondly, I am taking you shopping tomorrow. Report to the flat at 2 precisely. I am sure you know now that when I say precisely I mean precisely.' She smiled a cold smile. Again he nodded his acquiescence. `Bring your car and some cash as we are going into town to do some personal shopping for you. I have decided to develop your wardrobe more appropriate for a cock-sucking slut.' She squeezed his cock hard then turned and left. Julian slumped back in his chair, his heart thumping.
He was there the following day as ordered. At precisely 2 he knocked on the flat door. It was opened by a grinning Heather.
`Hi big boy. Maria's just getting ready. You had better wait here' and she indicated one of the straight-backed kitchen chairs.
`I hear you are off shopping.'
`Yes.'
`Do you know what for?' she asked.
`No.'
`Well, I am sure it will be a nice surprise,' and she grinned knowingly.
Strapped in the car, he was about to drive off when Miss reached across and undid his zip. `This is undone whenever we are in the car. Is that clear cock-sucker?'
`Yes Miss.' Thus exposed he drove into the city centre.
In the car-park Julian zipped himself up before following his mistress into the nearby shopping centre. He felt conspicuous, not that he needed to. After all many men are taken shopping by their ladies, but perhaps not so many with such an age difference.
Maria did not waste anytime but led big boy into the lingerie section of a low-cost chain store. Almost at once Julian guessed her purpose. He waited by her side as she rummaged through a rack of cheap panties.
`Just right for a slut don't you think?' she commented, pulling out a pair of cream briefs, size 16.
`Yes Miss' whispered an embarrassed Julian. She handed them for him to hold and continued her search. Two more pairs of briefs followed, one white and one black. Submissively Julian added them to his pile. Then she moved on to the bras and selected a lacy black under-wired size 38b for his wardrobe. She paused over some French knickers, before deciding they were too sophisticated for a wimp like big boy. That was enough for here she decided.
`Take these to the check-out, and don't forget to be polite to the young lady on the till.'
Poor Julian queued behind two middle-aged ladies who seemed to take an age to get served. Never had he felt so vulnerable in public. At last it was his turn. The girl on the till inspected his purchases with amused contempt. Another dirty old man she thought to herself. And so she took her time, inspecting each garment to make sure they were the same size as the others.
`This is a size 14 Sir. Did you realise?
`No' gulped Julian, going crimson in the process.
`Don't worry Sir, I will get a colleague to change it for you.' And in a loud voice she called her friend over and asked to change the panties to the right size for the gentleman. The matron waiting behind Julian clucked her annoyance at being delayed. At last the correct size was produced, scanned in and packed in with the others. Julian paid in cash - at least that was quick.
He returned to his mistress, blushing most prettily.
`What took you so long, wimp?'
`I am sorry, Miss, one of the pairs was the wrong size.' Maria ignored his explanation and paced off without a word more, Julian following meekly behind her.
Her next stop was in the fragrance department. She tried out the cheapest most slutty fragrances she could find.
`What do you think of this one big boy?' she asked, holding her wrist for him to smell.
`Nice' he ventured.
`No it isn't. It is the sort vulgar scent young trollops wear, so just right for you!' and she handed him a boxed bottle of Roxene eau de toilette to be quickly followed by a tube of face-cream. Again he was left to make the purchase. This time thankfully there was no queue.
They left that store and wandered through the mall, Julian trailing her, his tell-tale parcels in hand. Next Maria took him into a store specialising in teen-girls fashions but fortunately for Julian there was nothing in his size.
Next she took him into a cheap jewellers. Her eyes scanned the chains and pendants until she saw what she sought, a plain metal chain with a large metal M hanging from it.
`Just right for you isn't it, wimp?'
`Yes Miss.'
`Well, go and buy it.' He scurried off to obey.
They visited various other shops, to no avail. Whatever Miss was looking for was not in the mall. They emerged into the High Street. Perhaps she had finished the shopping thought Julian. To no avail. She trailed him through various charity shops. In one he had to buy two Mills & Boon novels. She enjoyed that especially when she opined for all to hear that he hadn't got that one in his collection. A university lecturer reading trashy romantic fiction! The shame of it.
I can't find what I want here, wimp, so we can go now.'
`Yes Miss' he replied with a sigh of relief. Little did he realise worse was still to come.
They drove out of the town centre and through a poor part of the town on their way back to the uni when suddenly she ordered him to stop. He found a space and parked.
She led him to a sad-looking second-hand clothes store. As they entered, a bell rang and a slatternly middle-aged lady emerged from a curtained recess at the back of the shop.
`Can I help you' she asked Maria.
`Not sure. You don't happen to have any outsize school-girl uniforms do you?'
The woman looked from the young woman to her older companion and smiled. `You might find some in the far rack on the right.'
Thank you' responded with Maria with a smile. She recognised an ally in the shop-owner. Come on big boy, follow me' she announced in a clear voice which the shop-lady could not fail to hear. Julian blushed and followed his Mistress into the dark interior.
Maria ignored her blushing wimp as she searched through the racks of cheap blouses and skirts. Then she found a very short dark-blue skirt in heavy school cloth in Julian's size. A long-sleeved blouse soon followed it. She checked the price tags; four pounds and two pounds respectively.
`These should fit' she announced, and handing them to him she led him to the till. The woman examined the purchases.
`I think these will be too big for you, dear' she said to Maria.
They are not for me, they are for him.' Julian could have died on the spot. Never had he been so humiliated! The woman smirked. I thought so. Would you like him to try them on to make sure they fit.'
`Can we?' asked Maria with a conspiratorial smile of recognition.
`Of course darling. There is a small cubicle on the far left.'
`Unfortunately he doesn't have any undies on at the moment. You don't happen to have any for him do you?'
`Yes, dear. There are a couple of boxes over there. I am sure you can find something suitable for him.'
The shop-lady watched as the mistress and her wimp moved back into the shop's interior. Maria felt her cunt-juices begin to flow. This was even better than she had hoped. She took her time before selecting a lace-trimmed pair of girl's knickers embroidered with flowers and moments later Julian was in the changing cubicle with instructions to strip naked and change into his school-girl uniform.
The poor man was beside himself with embarrassment, but there was nothing he could do but obey. The blouse was hard to button up; the holes were on the wrong side. But a command from Miss and he hurried to complete his transformation, before pulling back the curtain so she could inspect him.
`Do they fit, dear' the shop-lady called out.
`I am not sure. Perhaps you would give me your expert opinion?'
Delighted!' And with that the lady hurried over. She hummed and hawed, making Julian turn round so she could inspect him from the rear. She even touched his bottom, ostensibly to smooth down the skirt. I think they will do' she said.'
`Thank you' replied Maria sweetly. At that point the shop-bell rang and Julian fled back into the safe interior of the changing cubicle.
Back once more in male attire, he emerged to see two teen girls looking through the racks of tops. They gave him only a cursory glance, much to his relief. At the till he paid and waited whilst his purchases where shoved into a Tesco's bag.
`Bring him round again some time darling. I am sure I can help in his dressing.'
`Thank you, I will.'
Julian drove back to Maria's flat in silence, his heart thumping. When they got there, he half-expected her to take him in, but she had other ideas. Let the wimp wait, she thought to herself. He was instructed to place his purchases in the top drawer of his dressing-room table. And with that he was dismissed.
Maria returned to her room and unchained the naked Simon, before lying open legged on her bed to frig herself to orgasm. It had been a most pleasing shopping expedition.
In the house Julian nearly fainted from nervous exhaustion and yet his dribbling cock told a different story. Despite his fear and embarrassment he felt elated. He went to his computer to sign in as slutjulia'. There Miss had spelt out his dress code for the immediate future - panties at home; commando outside. You may be wondering why, slut? Well, my spies tell me the rugby club is showing more than a passing interest in your swinging appendage; and we wouldn't want to disappoint them would we!'
At those words, Julian came, unaided by any hand. Another pair of stained trousers!
I hope you are enjoying this semi-autobiographical tale. Comments and suggestions most welcome. Please send to me at:
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