Behind Her Eyes, Within Her Smile

CH.7

Before I went inside the classroom, I stood outside of the door. The hall was empty, as the custodians finished preparing the building for the rest of the day. I knew what I was getting myself into when I walked into that lecture hall. Kamala was playing a dangerous game, but that made it more exciting. I went to turn the knob, and felt heat oozing from it.

There she was, leaning against her desk like she had been waiting for me this entire time.

"It's so nice of you to join me, Ms.Greene." She held a yardstick in her hand

Her using my last name let me know that this game of hers had started before I even arrived. "Hey, Kamala." My tone was infused with slight confusion.

"Professor Harris." Her eyebrows rose as she corrected me. " Have a seat in the front row- the middle seat that's right in front of me. I have to keep my eyes on you." She pointed with the yardstick. She looked me up and down, with a very raptorial look in her eyes, for about thirty seconds before she parted her lips again. "It's been brought to my attention that you haven't been adhering to our contract- my syllabus, and let me remind you that in my class my syllabus is the law. When you don't abide by the law there is a price to pay." Her eye contact became deadly. She stood up slowly, arching her back and cracking it. She began strolling towards me.

For a moment, I felt like I was actually in trouble. My hands started shaking; I tried to stop them before she noticed. She was now hovering over me; I was becoming addicted to the power she had over me.

She leaned down to my level, and with every exhale I could feel her becoming more primal. There was a fire in her eyes that I hadn't seen before; I could literally see the reddish orange in them. "Tell your professor why you, and your classmates, haven't done the work I assigned." She squinted her eyes.

"Uhm..." My attention was stolen by her nipples;  I could see them  poking through her shirt. I tried really hard to focus but I failed.

"Sweetie, my eyes are up here. Look me in my eyes." She took her hand and lifted my head so that our eyes would meet. " I feel very disrespected when I'm talking to someone and they refuse to look me in my eyes."  She frowned at me and I felt my heart sink.

"What was the question?" I probably shouldn't have asked her that, but I literally forgot the question. She looked so disappointed in me. I never wanted her to be disappointed in me.

"What was the question?" She repeated. She was stunned. " I just asked and you forgot?"  She rested one hand on her hip and the other was propped up by the stick. She looked genuinely concerned by my sudden amnesia. She took a deep breath before kneeling down by me. I was now looking down on her and she was looking up at me. "I'm going to repeat my question and this will be my last time doing so. I'm being patient with you because you're my favorite student." She tilted her head to the side while smiling up at me. It was the first time she smiled this entire interaction.  "Why haven't you, and your classmates, done my work? Tell. me. Now."

Her words permeated the air between us. I could feel them entering my body like a blood transfusion. 

"We wanted to enjoy our break, Professor Harris." It was only after those words left my lips I had regret. I felt the yardstick creeping up my skirt, rubbing against the outside of my panties. My reflexes caused my legs to close.

"Professor Harris didn't really like that response." She referred to herself in third person. "I think I'm going to have to get the answer I want in a different way. I thought this would be quick and easy, but I'm seeing this is going to be a very long process. It's going to be slow." She walked over to her desk and pulled something out from behind it. After a while, I noticed what she held in her hand. "I didn't think I would have to use this so soon, but here we are." It was the strap-on she bought the other night.