Alice was a top-performing college student known for her excellent grades, but she faced a setback when she scored only 15 out of 30 on her exam in Risa Hontiveros's class.
Will Risa show understanding and offer Alice a chance to improve, or will she impose a punishment that Alice must complete to raise her score?
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Alice had always been a top student, a model of diligence and intelligence, consistently scoring in the top ten percent of her class.
But that was before her latest exam in Risa Hontiveros' class, which had ended in a shocking 15/30. As she stared at her test paper, disbelief washed over her. This was Risa’s class—how could she have failed?
Her gaze drifted across the room, landing on Risa. The professor's expression was inscrutable, yet Alice felt the weight of her disappointment bearing down on her. Alice bit her lip, guilt and confusion churning in her stomach.
After class, Risa’s voice sliced through the chatter of departing students. “Miss Alice, a word in my office.”
The command sent a thrill of anxiety through Alice as she followed Risa into her office, the door clicking shut behind them with a finality that made Alice’s heart race.
Risa sat behind her desk, her eyes locking onto Alice’s with an intensity that felt personal. “Your recent performance was... unexpected,” she said, the unspoken question hanging in the air.
“I’m sorry, ma’am. I—I'm not sure what happened,” Alice stammered, heat flooding her cheeks as her mind flashed to all those moments she’d caught herself watching Risa during lectures, wondering if her professor could sense her admiration.
Risa leaned forward, her gaze unwavering. “Perhaps, Miss Alice, you need an extra... incentive to bring your scores back up?”
Alice’s breath hitched, and she felt a thrill course through her. “Incentive?” she echoed, curiosity piqued, a challenge sparking between them.
With a smirk playing on her lips, Risa suggested, “I could offer extra credit work. It won’t be easy, but if you’re willing to put in the effort, I’m sure your grade will reflect it.”
“Of course,” Alice breathed, her heart racing at the implications of Risa’s offer. “I’ll do whatever it takes.”
“Good. We’ll begin with a private session tomorrow. Just you and me,” Risa said, her tone a mix of authority and something Alice couldn’t quite identify—something intoxicating.
As Alice left the office, anticipation and anxiety buzzed within her. This was not a typical student-teacher arrangement...
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The following evening found Alice outside Risa’s office once more, her heart pounding as she knocked. The door swung open, and Risa welcomed her with a calm smile that belied the storm brewing in Alice’s chest.
“Come in, Miss Alice,” Risa said, stepping aside. The dimly lit room felt intimate, the shadows dancing along the walls. Risa gestured to a chair in front of her desk. “Have a seat.”
Alice obeyed, acutely aware of Risa’s presence just inches away. Their knees brushed, sending a jolt of electricity through her. Risa’s eyes lingered on Alice, studying her as if assessing her resolve.
“We’ll start by reviewing the material you missed on the exam,” Risa began, her voice smooth yet commanding. “But first, let’s discuss focus.”
Alice nodded, breathless, as Risa pulled her chair closer, their bodies nearly touching. “It’s crucial that you remain... attentive,” Risa said, her voice dropping to a whisper.
A shiver ran down Alice's spine as Risa’s hand rested on her shoulder, a lingering touch that ignited something deep within her. She met Risa's gaze, feeling the pull between them grow stronger.
“Yes, ma’am,” she whispered, unable to look away.
Risa’s smile was laced with something deeper, darker. Her hand drifted down Alice’s arm, leaving a trail of warmth in its wake. “I see you’re willing to do what it takes to improve your grade. Am I right?”
“Yes,” Alice managed, breath quickening as Risa’s fingers slipped down to her thigh, tracing slow circles that sent heat pooling in her core.
“Good,” Risa murmured, her eyes dark with promise. “Then show me how dedicated you are.”
As Risa's fingers ventured beneath Alice’s skirt, anticipation coursed through her. “Tell me what you want, Alice,” Risa purred, her voice a sultry melody that sent waves of desire crashing over Alice.
“I want… I want to feel you,” Alice confessed, each word heavy with longing.
“Good,” Risa replied, her breath ghosting over Alice’s skin. “But remember, you need to be quiet. We wouldn’t want anyone to overhear, would we?”
Alice nodded, heat rushing to her cheeks. The thrill of secrecy intensified her desire as Risa’s fingers brushed teasingly against her panties, igniting a fire within her.
“Just relax,” Risa instructed, slipping beneath the lace, her touch expertly coaxing desperate sounds from Alice. “Let me hear you.”
Each flick of Risa's fingers sent shockwaves through Alice, pushing her deeper into a haze of pleasure. “Focus on me,” Risa said, locking her gaze onto Alice’s, intensifying the already overwhelming sensations. “Tell me how it feels.”
“It feels… so good professor!,” Alice breathed, the reality of their situation heightening her pleasure.
“Good,” Risa encouraged, her voice dripping with seduction. “I want you to come for me.”
The world around Alice faded, leaving just the two of them in their intimate cocoon. As the pressure within her coiled tighter, Risa suddenly withdrew her hand, leaving Alice gasping for breath.
“No, please,” Alice whimpered, frustration and desperation flooding her senses.
Risa chuckled, a glint of mischief in her eyes. “You need to earn it, Alice. I want to hear you beg for it.”
A rush of embarrassment washed over Alice, but the thrill of the challenge was irresistible. “Please, Ma'am Risa. I need it… I need you,” she begged, urgency lacing her voice.
“Good girl,” Risa praised, capturing Alice’s lips in a heated kiss. The taste of her professor was intoxicating, further igniting the fire between them.
As their lips moved together, Risa’s fingers returned to Alice, the urgency of her touch pushing Alice closer to the edge. It was a dizzying dance of dominance and submission, leaving Alice gasping for more.
“Let go, Alice,” Risa whispered against her lips, and with those words, Alice surrendered completely, waves of ecstasy washing over her as she cried out into Risa's mouth.
When the pleasure subsided, Risa pulled back slightly, their foreheads resting against each other. “You did so well,” she murmured, brushing a stray hair from Alice’s face.
“Can we do that again?” Alice asked breathlessly, emboldened by the intoxicating connection they’d just shared.
Risa’s laughter rang softly, filled with promise. “If you keep your grades up, Alice, I can assure you this won’t be the last time.”
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