Chapter 2

There was a particular reason why Joey was using this tactic. She wanted to raise the stakes with the college professor. Let it dangle over her head that the girls knew her real identity. It would only add to the sexual tension and teasing and it was also something that would assist Joey with her domination, since this was Joey’s fantasy too.

She always wanted to fuck a professor in this position. Frankly, the more aroused Joey was, the better she could dominate and the more the client would leave satisfied with an earth-shattering orgasm. So in the end, it would be a win-win situation for everyone involved.

“Relax,” Joey said with a cunning smile. “Your secret is safe with me. I’m not going to tell anyone that you’re a guest here.”

“You’re not?” Marissa said fearfully, thinking she was about to be blackmailed.

“No, of course not. We’re nice girls. In fact, right now, we’re your best friends in the whole world. But there’s one tiny condition.”

“You have to cum for us. If you cum with a nuclear orgasm then your identity will remain safe with us forever. Do you like that idea?”

“If you’re a good girl, a polite little teacher, then I’ll keep your secret safe. In order to do that, you have to obey my every command. Does that sound like a fair deal?”

“I like that idea,” Marissa said softly.

The professor gave a huge sigh of relief. In that moment, she knew that Joey was only teasing and that there would be no blackmail. All of this was part of the game they were playing. An adult game of domination which Joey was on her way to perfecting.

“Good. I’m glad we’ve cleared that up. As you may have figured out, I’m the infamous Joey. This is my partner Heather. We’re part of the girls. This is our home where we aim to please. We’re also full time students of the local university. Now, tell us more about you.”

Marissa gulped. “What would you like to know?”

“First, are you a PTA mom?”

Joey smiled, “I thought so. Another fantasy of mine.”

“It’s a fantasy for a lot of people.”

“I know it is. It’s such a fun taboo. So is the whole college professor thing. On the form you filled, you’ve said that you’ve fantasized about your students. Is that true?”

An eyebrow had risen on Joey’s face. This was her way of playfully bringing out the sexual side of the already naked and vulnerable professor. Letting her know that it was okay to let it all out, to admit her secret fantasies. Judging by the look on Marissa’s face, it appeared to be working. The professor did her best to relax and open up the sexual experience which she had sought.

“I fantasize about some of my students, yes,” Marissa said.

“Male or female?” Joey asked quizzingly.

“Either,” then the professor paused for a moment, knowing today wasn’t about both genders. “Mostly the female students. Not all the time though. It’s not like I’m a pervert. I hope you believe me.”

Joey smiled, “We’re all a little perverted, aren’t we? Especially now that you’re naked and bound. It’s okay. I don’t think any less of you. You’re human. You’re a woman with needs and thoughts.”

“Are there any students in particular you think of?”

Marissa gave a shameful look. “There are a few, now, and over the years.”

“Go on, tell me about them.”

The professor tried reclaiming her strength and boldness. Although she was used to speaking to classrooms full of people on a regular basis, she wasn’t really prepared for this, being naked, on her knees, hands bound. Those two girls had made her feel so powerless. Then she realized she didn’t want to reclaim her power. The whole point of this was her surrender.

Nevertheless, Marissa always prided herself on being the prim and proper woman, so she did her best to maintain a proper posture and speak in a professional manner.

“There are a few students I’ve had in mind over the years,” the professor said. “I’ve never had a specific type. Different races. Different body types. Some athletic. Some were the overachiever type, who often came to visit me in my office.”

“Did any of those girls look like us?”

“And what type would that be?” Joey asked, already knowing the answer.

“Gorgeous. Popular. That type.”

“Do you masturbate thinking of your students often?”

“Kind of,” Marissa replied.

“How? Where? Tell me about it.”

Marissa gulped. “Usually at my home, sometimes in the shower or bath. Sometimes when I grade papers my eyes get tired, and I need a break, so I close my eyes and rub myself. Sometimes I’ll do that on the couch or in bed. I think about particular students, depending on my mood.”

“In your fantasy, do you dominate them, or do they dominate you?”

“I’m always the one who gets dominated,” the professor answered.

“Ever masturbate at the university?”

This made Joey smile. “Where. In your office?”

“Heavens no. Never there. I’ll do it in the bathroom sometimes, if I’m aroused. As a professor, you’d be surprised with how many students flirt with me. Mostly male, but often female students who love flaunting their sexuality at me.”

“I’m not surprised,” Joey replied. “If you were my professor, I’d sit in the front of the class wearing a short skirt and no panties. There would be plenty of flaunting throughout the semester.”

Marissa took a deep breath. “That certainly sounds provocative.”

“Do you wish you could see those girls naked?”

“Do you want to see us naked?”

“Yes…” the professor’s voice trailed off.

The girls exchanged knowing glances at each other. It was time. And they didn’t need words to express that. After giving each other the go-ahead look, the girls got undressed.

Joey pulled her university t-shirt over her head. Normally, this was an ordinary move that everyone does when getting undressed. In this context, it meant so much more. Joey had just gotten naked for the professor, exposing her perky tits, her hardening pink nipples, her clean shaven cunt, and her fairly toned body, built through yoga and miles of weekly cycling.

Heather undid her robe, letting it fall to the floor. Her body was much more roundish in a natural way. Feminine curves everywhere. Large tits with large light pink areolas, and a slight bush.

The professor gulped hard, taking in the sight of the naked girls standing before her. Her lips tightened and her jaw clenched a little.

“So, you like what you see?” Joey asked with a slight smirk.

The professor nodded. “I do.”

“On the form you’ve filled, you said you’ve kissed a girl, right?”

“A roommate many years ago. It never went beyond kissing. I’ve always regretted that.”

“Who stopped it? You or her?”

“I did,” Marissa admitted. “I wasn’t ready for another girl at that age. It was a different time back then. My parents would have disowned me if they had known.”

“Well, no one will ever know about this. And we’re going to give you a special treat professor. Do you know what’s better than kissing a college girl?”

“Kissing two girls,” Joey smiled. “At the same time.”

Marissa nearly gasped.

The two girls took a step forward, approaching the bound professor. Then the girls got down on their knees so that all of them were on the same equal level. At the same time, in a coordinated manner, both girls leaned in with their lips forward, aiming towards the professor’s mouth.

It was going to happen. There was no stopping it. And the professor pouted her lips and they all kissed, their lips touching each other at the same time. It was a hot firecracker feeling for all of them. A three-way kiss between two college students and a married, older professor.

Things only became better when the tongues came out. Joey and Heather, as if in unison, stuck their tongues out in the three-way kiss. At first, it was just the girls who tongue kissed, but then Marissa finally had the courage to reciprocate, putting her tongue out as well.

All of their lips and tongue were pressing hard against each others. It was something Marissa had never expected to do when she signed up for this, but she was glad it was happening.

The kiss eventually ended, which came as some disappointment to Marissa, but then again, she didn’t come here just to kiss. She came to experience a great many things; orgasms and all. Hopefully there’d be more chances for kissing later though.

“I can tell you enjoyed that,” Joey said.

Marissa breathed a sigh of relief. “I did. That was…nice. I’m not usually speechless, but that was so nice.”

“I made a professor speechless? That just made my day. But speaking of a professor being speechless, I think you’ve been a very naughty teacher, and it’s time for you to get spanked.”

“It is?” Marissa asked wide-eyed.

“Oh yes. It is. Students aren’t the only ones who deserved the occasional spanking. Teachers do also. It’s only fair, don’t you think?”

“Y-yes… I’d say that’s fair.”

Joey gave a signal to Heather, who in turn reached around Marissa to untie the binds, freeing the professor’s hands.

“Turn around. Face the wall. Get on all fours.”

“Yes, thank you Joey.”

The respectable professor got on her hands and knees and turned around, facing the wall, with her collar still tied to the bed. Her plump round butt was fully exposed for the two college coeds.

Joey opened a nearby drawer and reached for a wooden paddle.

“You’ve been a very bad girl, Professor Marissa,” Joey said in a playful and daunting tone.

Joey smacked the paddle in her hand, making sure it was as loud as possible, so that the professor, who was facing the wall, could feel intimidated by the very sound of it.

“Oh yes. You have. All those bad grades you’ve given out. Those boring lectures you force students to sit through. That bitchy attitude you sometimes have. Your air of superiority. Now it’s time to repent for your sins.”

“I’ve been such a terrible person,” Marissa said softly, going along with the role-play. “I deserve this.”

Joey got down on her knees, raised the paddle, and took a light swing to smack the professor in the ass, making her body jerk, her back arch upwards. Marissa let out a strong yelp.

The paddle was raised again and another blow was delivered. This time, it was a little harder. Then another. The blows came raining down on the same spot, immediately making Marissa’s bottom turn red.

“Oh god,” Marissa moaned, struggling to hold still.

“You’ve been a bad, bad girl. Fantasizing about your students. Thinking of them naked. Even the ones that come to your office, who want to learn. So naughty and unprofessional. Am I right?”

“Yes, yes, you’re right,” Marissa said, holding back her sobs from the painful spankings.

“I think you need to be punished further for your transgressions against your students. Luckily, I have just the thing.”