Date: Mon, 23 Aug 2004 14:25:31 +0000 From: kitty h Subject: Training_the Prof_04 ( bi authoritarian) This story is based on an English University and reveals the slow but sure enslavement of an English academic by one of his students. I hope you are enjoying this semi-autobiographical tale. Comments, if any, more than welcome. Please send to with `Harte' in the message head. Part 4 Julian had a troubled night, tossing and turning in his bed, tormented as much by the memory of his public humiliation as by his punishment. Not that he could forget the latter, his arse throbbed from his caning. Was it that which woke him three times, or was it his raging hard-on? And what was making him hard, Maria's well filled blouse, or the naked lad in the cupboard? He woke tired. Into the bathroom for a shave and a swill, before he made himself a coffee. But what to wear? Was he to wear the pink panties he had been so publicly given the night before, or would She expect him bare? With a sigh he accepted She would probably want him bare. He pulled on slacks and a top, shoes and socks, put on a jacket and set out for the flat. As he walked through the streets to the Hall of Residence and Miss Maria's flat, he reflected on the absurdity of it all. There he was a lecturer reporting to a mere student and with avowed purpose of cleaning her flat after a party. It was so fucking humiliating and yet he had never felt so aroused. His semi-erection swung free as he strode through the tree-lined streets to his destiny. He checked his watch; it was five to eight. He knocked. No answer. He knocked again. Perhaps he was too early. Should he wait there? But if he did that he might be seen. He decided to take a walk round the block and then return. It was a minute after when he knocked again. The door was opened by robin. The two stared intensely at each other for a brief moment, before robin signalled him to enter. `You are a minute late' he announced. `I was here at five to' Julian responded. `I know' said robin, `but I was not allowed to let you in until the hour had struck. You should have waited, and knocked exactly on the hour as Miss Maria told you to. Still you were only a minute late so maybe she will forgive you.' And he gave Julian a look that said he didn't believe that. `Where is the lady of the house?' `In bed. She wants the flat cleaned before she rises so we had better get on with it hadn't we.' `Yes.' And he gave robin a look that said everything. And so the two sissy subs, the young student and the forty-four year old lecturer began the menial task of collecting bottles and glasses. Next they washed up and then robin found the flat hoover and began vacuuming the carpet. Julian began wiping down the table. After a full hour the two stopped to survey their handiwork. `Will that do?' asked Julian. `I think so.' `What next?' `I will make Miss her early morning tea, but She may want to see you so you had better stay.' Julian sat and watched the lad carry out his task. He was dressed in pink slacks and a matching pink t-shirt. On his feet were fluffy slippers and as he turned to face him Julian realised the lad was also wearing understated but distinctive make up, lippy and eye shadow. `Did you see it all last night?' `Your caning?' `Yes.' `What did you think, robin?' `Miss wanted you marked didn't She.' Julian blushed as he admitted She had marked him. `Are you still confined?' This time it was robin's turn to blush. `What is going to happen to me, robin?' `I have no idea. You will just have to wait until Miss decides.' And he reached down and kissed Julian on the cheek. The kettle boiled and robin made a pot of tea. The tray was ready with tea pot, milk jug , cup and saucer, and two digestive biscuits. With a wry smile, he left the main room to carry Miss Maria's morning drink. Julian sat there, pensive, but he could not bring himself to leave. And secretly he hoped She would summon him. He glanced at his watch; it was 9 35. Five minutes later the lad returned to inform him Miss required his attendance. With thumping heart, Julian rose and made his way to Her bedroom. He stood and knocked at Her door. A cry from within ordered him to enter. She was sat up in bed sipping her tea and eating a biscuit. And to Julian's surprise she was wearing Snoopy pyjamas. `Come in big boy, and shut the door.' He obeyed. He looked once more at her fulsome tits before he lowered his eyes. How did a lecturer address the student who had caned him the night before whilst a party had raged on in the flat? Julian retreated to silence. `Pour me another cup' She ordered. He did as he was bid, handing the re-filled cup to her with care. That close he could smell her night scents, that mixture of tit and cunt which every woman has first thing in the morning. He retreated back to the foot of her bed. She ignored him as she sipped her second cup of tea. He looked up. The two top buttons of her pyjama top were open and he could see the shape of her fulsome breasts. He looked way, but already his cock had stiffened. How could the mere sight of the top of a woman's breasts make the self-confessed fag lecturer stiffen? He blushed with embarrassment. With a final sip She finished her drink and ordered him to call robin. The lad entered, dropped to his knees and lowered his forehead to the floor before rising to ask what Miss wanted. `Is the room cleaned?' `Yes Miss.' `And did big boy arrive on time?' `He was five minutes early, Miss, but then he went away.' `Was he on time' she snapped. `No Miss, he was a minute late.' `I will deal with that in a moment. Did he perform all his duties?' `Oh yes, Miss. He did everything that was required.' She turned to the man. `In future when I give you a time, you will appear exactly as ordered. Is that clear?' `Yes Miss.' `Good. Don't forget it. This is your one and only reminder. Next time you are late, you will be punished.' She got out of bed. The two subs, one eighteen, one forty-four, averted their eyes. She went over to the sink and wiped her fair skin with a face flannel, before turning to the two wimps. `Take his trousers down' she ordered. With hesitant fingers robin fumbled at Julian's waist before undoing the catch at the top and lowering the zip before pulling the man's trousers down to his ankles. Julian's rampant erection was exposed before the mistress student and her sissy slave. She came close and seized it roughly by the hand. `We can't have this dripping cum all over the place. You must learn to control this big boy else you will end up in a cock-and-ball cage like robin. And you wouldn't want that would you.' He shook his head. No, he certainly didn't want that! `Robin' she commanded, `come and despunk big boy.' The lad knelt before him and taking Julian's cock gently by the hand guided it to his painted lips. Julian looked down at the lad and then across at Miss Maria. She was smiling her pleasure. Slowly the lad opened his mouth and guided the thick priapus into the soft wet warmth of his mouth. `This is what you have wanted isn't it, cocksucker, wanted the lad to suck you off, but not like this, not in front of his owner. Too bad!' and she turned her venom on robin. `Get on with it robin. Despunk the cocksucker. And don't take all day if you know what is good for you!' Robin bent to his task with a will sucking furiously, urging the man cock to release the load the mistress demanded. And it did not take long. With a heave of his loins which pushed his cock right to the back of robin's throat, Julian came in floods, filling the lad's mouth with his salty effusion. As the lad rose Julian stepped back, his hand instinctively going to his still dripping cock. `What are you doing big boy?' snapped Maria. `Protecting your carpet, Miss.' `Pull your trousers up, cocksucker. They can take the drips.' `Yes Miss.' and he bent to his task. Meanwhile she handed robin a lacy handkerchief and made him spit his mouthful of spunk into it. She took it from him, went across to the now trembling man and wiped Julian's face all over in his own spunk. Then she reached down to his zip and lowered it once more. `In my presence, never zip up. Is that clear, slut?' He nodded. She dismissed robin to wash out his spunky mouth, and returned to her bed. `Do you know why I am doing this big boy?' `No Miss.' `Because you are an arrogant male chauvinist; a pompous little shit; a dirty little wanker; and a cock-sucking faggot. I have been planning this ever since I first met you. Robin is just for my amusement, you have been my target. I am going to break you, break your male arrogance, teach you the reality of serving the Superior Sex. I see you have already picked up from robin how I wish to be addressed. You will refer to me as Miss except in tutorials when you will call me Miss Rain. Is that clear?' `Yes Miss.' `Good. How often do you wank off, slut?' `Every day Miss.' `That will cease. You will only wank to orgasm with my express permission. Is that clear?' `Yes Miss.' `You will continue to go commando at all times. The girls enjoy it and after last night's party everyone will expect it. So, slut, you are to swing free for a little longer. But at night you will wear panties to bed, which reminds me you owe me three pounds 25 pence.' `What for Miss?' `Your panties of course. You don't expect me to pay for your undies do u?' `No Miss. Sorry.' And he reached into his pocket for his small change and counted out the required sum. `You can leave it on my dressing-room table as you leave slut.' He turned to leave. `Where do you think you are going?' `Sorry. I thought you wanted me to go.' `You don't think anymore, big boy. I do it for you. Cant you get it into your thick head I own you now? You don't do anything without my express order. Get robin back in here, and hurry up.' A minute later man and boy stood at the end of her bed.. `I don't have the energy to deal with big boy, so you will have to do it. Drop his trousers, bend him over the bed, and give him six with the Stinger. And make sure they are firm ones; anything I deem too light and I shall add them to your punishment this evening. Is that clear, wimp?' Robin said yes, and proceeded to lower Julian's trousers. Now he was just being in front of the wimp he was being beaten by the wimp and there was nothing Julian could do but accept both punishment and humiliation. He bent full length over the bed, taking care not to disturb his mistress reclining under the covers. Robin went to the cupboard and recovered the cane Miss Maria had used the night before. He took aim at the still marked buttocks and struck down firmly sending a shaft of pain through big boy's brain. five more firm strokes follow the first and after each stroke Julian opened his eyes to see her cold eyes staring back at him, a curl of satisfaction creasing her lips. When it was over, she ordered him to rise and leave, but before he had been made first to thank robin for caning him and secondly to apologise to her for assuming anything. He pulled up his trousers and just in time remembered not to do up his zip. (She noted that silent admission of her power with satisfaction.) He placed the money for the panties on her dressing-room table, and left, arse throbbing from its second caning in less than twelve hours. Outside in the living-room he found Heather in a fluffy dressing-robe making herself a cup of tea. `What are you doing here so early in the morning? you didn't stay the night did you?' `No. I came back to help with the tidying up.' That was good of you. better not let word of this get out else you will be invited to every student-party. After all it is not every lecturer who returns to clean up the mess' and she grinned at him. All Julian could do was to turn it into a joke with her, and after a brief moment he left the flat. Only then did he realise he had forgotten to do up his zip. He hoped she hadn't noticed, but of course she had. Comments more than welcome. Please send to with `Harte' in the message head.