Dinner was quiet for the most part. Both the professor and the girl refused to fill the silence with words. Both trying to unnerve the other into giving in first.
The girl fought to keep her patience in check. The professor had left her humiliated and wanting. The burn of the chair against her abused ass served a constant reminder of how she completely slutted the fuck out for the professor. It felt wrong to spread herself bare for someone who'd hurt her, someone who refused to give her any respect. The girl felt ad though she was drowning inside all the wrong choices she'd made recently. What she shpukd do felt so far from what she wanted to do, she coukd tell herself over and over again that it was wrong but she knew all too well she was too self indulgent to really stop herself. She wanted the professor to fuck her and that's what she would make happen.
The professor spoke suddenly, in an amused tone. She had been watching the girl's face, her knitted eyebrows having away some deep seated inner turmoil. She enjoyed the effect she had on the girl, she must be fighting with herself no. Trying to figure out if she should give in to her desires or hate me for taking away all semblance of control.
"You look troubled" the professor's words rocked the girl out of her thoughts. The girl looked up, holding the professor's gaze while thinking of what to say. Her tongue felt heavy in her mouth, it seemed the professor dumbed down her senses to a humiliating degree by just being there and looking at her.
The girl decided she would try to be honest, just to see where it would get her with the older woman.
"I am. I should hate you."
The professor felt pleased at the answer, it seemed the girl had finally decided to let some real feelings slip.
"Hate me? What for?"
"Don't. You know exactly what I am talking about. You found me in a tough spot and you took advantage of that every way you could. I should hate you."
"Perhaps. But you don't really hate me do you?"
The professor smirked, she saw through the girl so completely. It was oddly easy to see where the girl's thoughts were heading. There was an unconventional sort of familiarity between the two women.
"No. I don't hate you. You piss me off, but that's about it."
"Go on. There's more. You shouldn't deny how you really feel."
The girl didn't want to let too much away. She knew she was attracted to the professor. She knew the professor knew it too now. She tried her best to keep a stone face, holding the professor's gaze as she thought of what to say. Something to switch the topic.
"Why did you like hitting me so much? I mean I get it I guess you're a sadist but why do you think so? I've been with other people who were into the pain stuff but you're weird with it."
The professor felt taken aback at the question. She hadn't thought much about the why, deep down she must've exactly why but mostly she only took it at face value. She just liked it. She thought mostly about how she would, what she would like to do the most not about why she wanted to hurt someone else like that to begin with. The professor kept perfect composure regardless. Smirking at the girl as she answered.
"I could tell you why but I'm sure you'd rather listen to the how. Which reminds me, I have a friend coming over for a bit" The professor glanced at the clock. "She should be here soon. You can say hello but I don't think she would appreciate any interruptions. I should go wash up, you can clear the table."
The professor was very pleased with herself. She loved playing these games with leia, she loved trying to predict how the girl would react. She loved the idea of pushing her enough for her to loose all sight of rationality. She slipped out of the dinning area quietly to Rinse her hands, maybe apply a but of make up. An older friend from her initial teaching days, was coming over. The professor had agreed to meet when she saw the woman's text she'd been feeling alot of pent up sexyal tension within her and thought her old nate could help release some of it. Plus, she was hoping to see what leia would do once she heard the professor fuck another person just down the hall from her room.

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Guidance
RomantikEssentially a psychology professor using increasingly innovative ways to "guide" her student. Kinky. Alot of smut. Read at your own risk. This my first time writing, open to feedback and suggestions. The story will have around 20 chapters. I apolog...