Monday morning, I walk into the bathroom and find Liz doing her makeup already. She’s rarely in here so early.

“What are you getting dressed for? Is there an early Monday morning party or something?” I ask, trying to hide my surprise.

I’ve got Professor Hanks’s note in my hand, ready to read his instructions for how to come to class, but I don’t want to read it in front of her. I crumple the paper in my hand, my palms sweaty.

Liz darts her eyes to mine and smiles. “I need to look special for Professor McHottie’s class. It’s in an hour.” She says the words as if I should already know why. “You think he’ll notice me today?”

She turns her body toward me. Liz is petite and she’s got on shorts that ride so high on her crotch I can basically see what’s underneath. Up top she’s got on a white tank top.

I shrug and take a drink of my water. “Not sure. It seems like he’s…” I hesitate. “He’s not interested in students.” Shoot. I don’t intend on telling anyone about Professor Hanks’ and my little agreement. This whole thing is for me. One of those secrets you take to the grave. On the other hand I don’t want to start the business of outright lying about it either.

I decide I’ll just try and stay as silent on the matter as possible.

She sighs. “You sure? I heard he’s a leg man. It’s my best feature.”

I laugh. “Where did you hear that?”

“Oh, Debbie and Sheri said they went into his office to see if he would have a threesome.”

“They just asked him? Did he do it?”

She shakes her head. “No. He told them to get the fuck out of his office. But on the way out Debbie says she caught him staring at her legs.”

My breath catches, and the blood rushes to my cheeks. My muscles tighten with jealousy. “So he’s a leg man. Interesting. I guess I don’t stand a chance,” I say. Fuck. Why am I secretly gloating about hooking up with him?

“Oh stop it. You have a great ass and tits. I would kill for those.” She winks. I laugh hard, hoping the awkward tension hanging in the air will dissipate. Just in case, I walk into the bedroom to open up Professor Hanks’ note.

Rose,

-Glasses

-Pigtails

-Plaid Skirt

-no panties

-My office 15 minutes into class - you’ll know when to come

My mouth dries and my pulse quickens. I glance up at Liz in the bathroom, she’s putting eyeshadow on. Last week on Monday I wore a hoodie. Now I’m going to dress like this. Won’t people notice the change?

I take a deep breath. I’m paranoid as hell; but if I’m going to do this with him I need to be all in, and I certainly can’t give up now.

I check in my closet. As I suspect, the only plaid skirt I have is from my senior year at my all-girls Catholic high school. I think about what my mom said to me about she and Professor Hanks’ conversation.

We were talking about adult things, honey.

I wonder, would an adult go along with what Professor Hanks is asking? I have to admit, listening to Professor Hanks’ dominant voice order me around was hotter than anything I’d ever experienced. The orgasm was so intense, it coursed through my entire body, seemingly penetrating every inch of me.

If that’s not an adult thing, I don’t know what is. I want to tell my mom, I’m twenty-two and I can make my own choices.

And I choose to dress up just how Sir desires.

To complement the plaid skirt I have on, I put on a white button down, and take down the first few buttons. Shit. Too much cleavage. I patch the top one up, even though I know Professor Hanks would prefer it down. I’m not sure if he’s a boob man, but I definitely caught him staring at the girls a couple of times on Sunday.

Liz notices me taking more time to stare in the mirror than I usually use. “Wow. You look really schoolgirl-y today.”

“What do you mean? You’re showing more skin than me,” I say, a little too defensively.

“Um, have you seen Britney Spears’ first music video? You look just like her.”

I glance back at myself. Damn. If it weren’t for my boobs, I look like I could possibly still be on my way to a Catholic all-girls school this morning, not a senior level college class.

“Britney had blonde hair in that video,” I shrug and grab my backpack. She rolls her eyes playfully, grabs her backpack too, and follows me out the door.

When we arrive in class today, it’s almost nine on the dot, and all of the seats in class are taken except for the first row.

I head to the front of the room, and a chill runs over my whole body when I see Professor Hanks standing behind the podium of the lecture hall. Today, instead of a button down, he’s got a suit coat on, looking like he could be the manager of a five star restaurant. He flexes the jaw of his tan, stubbled face as I sit, and I’m already aroused. Does Liz notice?

“Hi everyone. Hope we all had a fantastic weekend, aren’t too hungover, everything like that.”

The people in the class chuckle.

“Today, we’re talking about the science of attraction and what’s behind those forces. And, what attraction leads to--sex.” Another giggle from the crowd. “You laugh, but sex, like romantic love, is a constant reminder of our irrationality, and its sway over our hard-won rationality as humans beings. Of our inescapable physical embodiment. It is humbling to our spiritual hubris to realize we are subject to forces out of our control when deciding on a mate. Yet, instrumental and completely unique to the human condition is our ability to recognize this irrationality and still be subject to it. It’s quite ironic, really.” He chuckles ever so slightly.

I swallow. Yesterday I saw this man naked for the first time, and he was the sexiest physically of any man I’ve ever seen. Yet right now, he’s got my heart beating with just his voice and his words. He turns me on with his giant vocabulary.

I take out my journal. Since Professor Hanks and I have started, I haven’t written in it. It’s not that I don’t have thoughts--but I’m afraid to write in front of someone else. All my thoughts involve him, and someone might read what I’m writing.

Still, I decide to jot down a veiled thought:

What will he make me do? :)

When I zone back into class, he clears his throat and seems to run his eyes over all twenty students in the classroom. Though I swear, for an extra second, he lingers on me.

“We are about twelve minutes into class.” His words are slow. Deliberate. He’s choosing them for me. “I’m going to give you all until nine-thirty to read pages five through ten about attraction, then form small groups and brainstorm what you think are the most sexually desirable traits in the opposite sex and why.” He glances at his watch. “That gives you almost twenty minutes. I’m going to be in my office, taking care of something important. I’ll see you back here for a class discussion.”

He walks out of the classroom.

The class falls into silence as we log onto our laptops and tablets to read the allotted reading. I wait a few minutes, looking at the pages, but not able to read anything I’m so nervous. I glance at my watch and it’s already quarter after. Fuck. that’s my queue.

I stand up, and I can feel the way my thighs freely rub together when I walk out of the class. My heart beats like mad, and I glance over my shoulder to see if anyone is suspicious of me.

But why would they be? Maybe Debbie and Sheri, with their cheerleader-like good looks, would be suspected of strutting into his office, but not me. Though I know most are surprised to see me in a skirt and not my usual hoodie today.

I slip out the door and walk briskly to Professor Hanks’ office. His secretary isn’t there today in the department room, and I see myself through to his open door.

When I come in he smiles slightly, then closes the blinds on the outside facing window and closes the door.

“It’s nine-seventeen” he says, approaching me with a slow walk. My palms sweat while he runs his gorgeous blue eyes over me, and draws a hand across my face. “You’re late. It seems as though you don’t understand the importance of punctuality. Now we have even less time for what I wanted to teach you.”

“Sorry.” My face flushes, and I point my eyes down at the rug in his office.

He rakes a hand through his hair. “Well, you’ve complied with three of the five orders I gave.”

“Just three? ”

“You’ve got glasses. A plaid skirt. Pigtails. You were late, so you’ve missed one. Now to see about the final point. Come, put your hands on the desk, and face the blinds.”

I obey, moving swiftly toward his big, oak desk. I let my hands hang loose.

“Palms flat on the desk, Little Rose,” he growls. His voice is deep and commanding. I wonder if that is, what do they call it...his Dom voice?

I do as I’m told. I feel his palms run through my hair, down my neck and down my spine, with only the thin layer of my white blouse separating me from his touch. When his fingers reach the small of my back, he stops.

“Time to find out if you’ve been my bad girl,” he whispers. “Or a good girl.”

I swallow, suddenly panic fills me. Was I supposed to be a ‘good girl’ and wear a thong and disobey him? Or did obeying him and going without panties make me a good girl?

I’m fucking confused. I’m not confused about how turned on I am, though. Professor Hanks runs his hand around on my back in a circular motion.

“Well, which one is it, bad girl or good girl?”

He wants me to tell him if I think going without panties is good or bad. “I’m a very bad girl for you, Sir,” I purr. He rolls up my skirt, finds nothing but my bare ass, and smiles.

“Very good. Now you’ll only need three spanks.”

“Oh God,” I moan uncontrollably. I’m already soaking, and that voice of his is only melting me further. I can feel the space between my legs aching. “Why three?” I manage to say.

“Two for the minutes you were late. And one because I fucking feel like it.”

I gasp as he rubs his hand in a figure eight circling both of my cheeks.

“Such a beautiful creature you are.” He pushes the top half of my body against the desktop, bending me over forcefully. I whimper. He bends over at the waist and leans down to meet my face, strokes my hair and whispers throatily. “My God, you’re perfect. Do you realize how sexy you are, Little Rose?”

“Yes,” I whimper.

Before this moment, I hadn’t thought of myself as sexy. But with Professor Hanks looking at me like he is, I feel sexier than I ever have in my life.

“Good. Because you are. Where are you from?”

“Blackwell,” I whisper, smiling at our code word.

He grins. “Belt, or hand, Little Rose?”

“Hand.”

Without hesitation, before I can brace myself, he delivers the first smack that probably leaves a five finger handprint on my ass.

“Do you like how that feels, Rose?”

“Yes, Sir.”

He works his hand up my thigh, not stopping until he reaches my opening.

“You're soaking, Little Rose.”

“Yes.” He inserts a finger into me and I purr.

Without warning, there is another smack with his other hand.

I wiggle when he makes contact, but it only makes his finger inside me vibrate.

“You love this, don't you?”

“Yes,” I manage to moan.

“You know what I love?”

“What?” I turn my head, rest it on the desk, and watch him. He's got the sleeves of his button down rolled up. I gasp when he pulls his finger out of me, leaving my pussy gripping for him and coming up with nothing.

In the single hottest motion I've ever seen a man make, he puts his finger all the way into his mouth and licks it clean of my juices. “I love the way you taste, Little Rose.”

“Oh God.”

When the third smack comes, it’s a little harder, and I let out a whimper when he makes contact.

Fuck, I like the way it feels.

“Now spread your cheeks,” he orders, using his Dom voice. I do as I’m told, and in a few seconds I feel Professor Hanks’ tongue lapping between my legs like he’s starving, and I’ve got the last loaf of bread in the universe.

I start to scream loudly, until I feel another smack.

“Hey. You already gave me my three spanks. What was that for?” He pulls out from between my legs. “Sir,” I add.

“Because you're being too loud, and we're in my office.” He smirks. My juices are smeared all over his face. “And also because I love the way your ass looks when it's pink. Actually, mostly that. Stand up.”

I push my body up off the desk and stand, pushing my skirt down. “Are we done here, Sir? Is it time to go back to class?”

“Not even close.”

He scoops me up by my ass and sets me on his desk. He kisses me on the lips. I grin.

“I can taste myself,” I giggle, my legs wrapped around him. His breath is minty fresh, so close to mine.

“You like that you can taste yourself?”

I bite my lip. “I think this whole situation is ridiculous. And honestly...if it were anyone else, I don't know if I would. With you, I feel fine though. It's hot that you want me like that.”

A grin breaks across his face, and he cups my chin. “You are fucking adorable Rose, you know that? So genuine. Honest. Fuck. You make me want to do this.”

“Do what?”

“Make you come all over my face.”

Professor Hanks separates my legs and dives back in between them. I prop myself up by my elbows while he licks between my folds hungrily. I grab onto his thick head of hair and arch my hips forward, fucking his face.

I moan as the pleasure surges through me. “Fuck, Professor.”

I'm staring at his mop of brown hair, getting even more turned on, when he pauses and glances up at me. “Take your tits out.”

“Mmm okay.” I unbutton my shirt and slip my tits out of my bra so they are exposed. My nipples are so hard, they are as sharp as pen tips.

As he continues lapping me up, I feel two fingers push inside me, and I tighten around them.

“Holy fuck you're tight,” he growls.

For the next I-dont-know-how-long, the tandem of his long fingers inside me and his tongue on my clit push me to my breaking point. I scream with all my might and my body convulses. I forget where I am. Who he is. Who I am. He doesn't stop.

“I've. Never. Felt. Like. That. Before.” I moan between breaths.

He smiles, and wipes my juices from my face with his forearm. “Delicious, Rose.”

I glance at my watch. “Oh fuck. It's quarter to ten.”

He does a slight double take at the comment, but doesn't waver. “I'll go in first. You come in a few minutes later, and use the back door.

“Okay.”

We straighten our clothes. He puts his jacket back on. I button my top buttons.

We leave together, the lights of the department office still dark.

“See you next Friday, Rose.”

“Friday? Why not Wednesday?”

“I won't be here. Class is canceled.”

He smiles, kisses me on the cheek, and walks down the hall, the soles of his dress shoes striking with authority at every step.

A few minutes later, I walk into the lecture hall and find him leading a discussion with our class about attraction. I sit back down next to Liz.

“Where were you?” she asks, her tone suspicious.

“Lady problems,” I shrug.

She nods. “Oh. Hope you're feeling better.” She exhales. “If it were anyone else, I might suspect they were hooking up with Professor Hanks. He was gone a long time, too.”

My skin radiates. I hope I'm not blushing too hard.

“Good thing it's just me then, huh.”

She chuckles. “Yeah. You're a virgin. We still do need to do something about that, though. You sure you don't like Brandon Morrissey?”

“Nah. He's not my style.”

Although I still do need to do something about my virginity. How long is he going to make me wait?

As I watch him in front of the class, I wonder if I'm crazy, lucky, or a little of both.

We've had two sexual encounters already and I still haven’t touched him.

Maybe he doesn't want me in that way?