In Love With Shakespeare

Controlling

"Never mind about my intentions. Just do as I say!"

She was actually shouting now, and I remember wondering just how thick her office walls were.

For some reason, I complied.

I'm not sure why. I think it was maybe one-third obedience, onethird curiosity and two-thirds lust. I know that doesn't add up, but nothing seemed to add up right now. It was like my world had been turned upside down – almost literally.

Slowly, and drawing on the strength of my core and my stomach muscles as I did so, I bent my body at the waist and lowered my torso gradually down towards Professor East's lap. My thighs were pressed up against the outside of my professor's left leg and pretty soon I was resting my belly on the top of my professor's thighs, with my firm behind kind of stuck a little uncomfortably in the air. I took a long breath through my nose and drank in her sweet blend of honey, cinnamon and musk. I felt like I nearly fainted with the delicious intensity of that aroma.

But I didn't feel like I was really 'in the position', so to speak, so I shuffled forwards so more. My head was now dangling over the side of Professor East's lap and I was looking down at the floorboards, while my behind was elevated like a little mountain top – the highest point of me – before the downward slope of my legs. I can't tell you how bizarre – and how strangely exciting – it felt to be in this highly vulnerable and highly unnatural position.

"You do not speak to me like that!" Professor East was saying. She'd calmed down just a little now, but she was still very worked up.

I could feel the delicate touch of several fingertips at the hem of my short skirt, sort of tickling the back of my thighs. As far as I could tell, Professor East was slowly lifting the back of my mini-skirt! I felt a little rush of cool evening air on the sensitive area she had apparently uncovered. Then I could feel my skirt being kind of yanked upwards from underneath as well. I let out a little gasp, like an Aaaghh!

I knew my professor would be staring down at my pink panties now. I'd seen the hunger in her eyes earlier, and I could still feel the intensity of that desire.

I also knew that I would be very wet by now. I really didn't know if my professor would be able to see that from the position she was in. Maybe. Maybe if I pushed my tushy really high in the air, she would catch a glimpse of my desire. At any rate, it would surely not be long before she witnessed, perhaps even felt, the physical proof of just how much I wanted her. That thought was intensely embarrassing. And intensely arousing too. At any rate, I was really glad I was waxed. There was hardly a single hair on my body, in fact. I know some people think that's a bit over-the-top, but I feel more comfortable, more confident and just generally sexier that way.

Then my professor spoke and her velvet words shocked me a little, sending my levels of embarrassment – and arousal – totally off the scale.

"Even in this position," she said softly, "I can see how wet you are Sally."

My heart was going like a hundred miles an hour now and my stomach was doing cartwheels.

I said nothing.

After a while, my professor continued, "I think you must be very aroused, dear."

That was, like, such a massive understatement, but I really didn't know what to say.

Another silence.