Chapter One-3
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“No,” she said finally.
She shuffled papers on her desk, scribbled something in the margin of one page, and tossed another in the trash basket. I was starting to think that she had forgotten about me when she spoke again.
“I’ll make a deal with you,” she said. “If you score eighty percent or better on your exams; I’ll give you an “A”. If you don’t; I’ll give you an incomplete and you can attend a special summer session at my vacation home up North. The course of study there will be rather, shall I say—intense? If you perform well there, I will give you the grade you seek.”
The word “perform” bothered me. I was guessing that I would spend the summer with pubic hair in my teeth. Then again, eighty percent seemed do-able. Maybe if I actually studied, it could happen. I shrugged. “Sure.”
“Yes, Dr. Cornell,” her voice was sharp. “Say it!”
“Yes, Dr. Cornell.” I gagged on the words.
“You may dress.”
Neither one of us said anything while I struggled into my clothes.
I grabbed my books, feeling like a real feeb. Then she said, “I like your outfit. Wear it for me next time.”
If I had any self-respect, I threw it away when I said “Yes, Dr. Cornell.”
Okay—I’m a wuss. I came to class without panties after that. I sat in the front row with my legs apart because she wanted it that way. I made sure that she never had to remind me. I would rather go to the dentist than be embarrassed. I kept my head down so that I wouldn’t see her eyes and left the room as soon as class was over. I could feel her looking at me. I’m used to guys staring at me with p***y on their minds. I love it. This was different. I don’t mind saying that she scared the crap out of me.
During the next few weeks, I studied my ass off, surprising myself with what I could learn. When the mid-term exams came out I managed a seventy eight.
The morning after the scores were posted, Dr. Cornell came up to my seat just before class started and said quietly, “See me after class.”
It was two long hours before her lecture was over, and my armpits were soaked with sweat by that time. I kept telling myself that she was just another woman, and this was just another class, but I knew better. Something was happening here that was bigger than any silly bet.
When the last student was gone, I stayed in my seat. I knew that I should go over to Dr. Cornell’s desk and have a conference, keep it light and friendly. Maybe I could arrange extra credit work or a makeup exam. I asked myself what I was waiting for, but I already knew. I was waiting for orders.
“Come here.”
I got up, surprised to see that my hands were shaking, and stood in front of her desk. Why did I feel like a schoolgirl waiting to get a ruler across her knuckles?
She busied herself at her desk, ignoring me, letting suspense build. Without looking up, she said with quiet emphasis, “You will belong to me, you know.”
“Excuse me?”
She looked up then, smiling like a cat asking Budgie about the state of his health. “I spoke to Heather last night. She was surprised by your test score. When you apply yourself, you can earn decent grades honestly. The tests were graded by computer, by the way. I didn’t cheat and lower your score.”
“Have I been set up by you and Heather?”
She just grinned at the accusation. “Not exactly.” I was wishing that she would look down again. Her eyes were hypnotic. “Heather is something of a matchmaker. That little wager was just her way of introducing us. She knew both of us very well, and thought that we should know each other...” She paused then and looked away from my eyes at last, but only to stare at the mini-skirt in front of her. “Intimately,” she finished.
I took a long, shuddering breath. Shook as I was, I felt that it was time to make some kind of a stand. Otherwise I could become stalker bait.
“Dr. Cornell,” I said, “I don’t want to belong to anyone right now. I especially don’t want a relationship with another woman. I think the whole idea is gross, but I need to get an ‘A’ in this course. You know what I have to lose. So if you want to have s*x with me, say so and stop beating around the bush.”
If she had romantic notions, spelling it out cold like that could really piss her off. She might get huffy and deny any such intentions, or kick me out of class. Instead, she surprised me with a laugh.
“Beating around the bush, an interesting choice of phrase, I like it!” She steepled her fingers together in front of her. The arrogant b***h! She was so sure of getting whatever it was that she wanted, that my puny protest meant nothing to her.
“As things stand,” she said, “you will probably lose your wager. The final is longer and more difficult. My best students seldom achieve the ninety percent you will require. However, I could be persuaded to adjust your mid-term grade and offer you a sporting chance if you meet certain conditions.”
My throat was dry and I suddenly had to pee really bad. “What are your conditions?”
She scribbled down an address and handed it to me. “This is my home address. Every Friday night for the rest of the semester you will arrive there at six in the evening and remain until the same time on Sunday. Your main task will be a complete cleaning of my house, but you will have other duties as well. While you are in my house, you will obey all orders and accept all penalties.”
She wanted a housekeeper! I stifled a laugh. The hottest babe on campus had reluctantly offered her body, and she wanted a domestic. The penalty part bothered me some, but I let it pass.
“Yes, Dr. Cornell.” Might as well practice sucking up right now.
“I have appointed Heather as my special teaching assistant. She will report to me on how well you behave outside of class. I am trusting Heather to be honest with her reports. I think she will be. In her social circle, honor is everything. Anyway, I think she will enjoy her power too much to let you admit defeat easily. She wants to see you go down struggling. Heather will see to it that you are properly dressed for class, among other duties. If you disobey either one of us, I will give you the grade you have already earned.”
Yeeks! Heather was going to be my overseer. I knew how spiteful she could be. She could make my life the pits, and I wouldn’t be able to fight back.
Dr. Cornell must have read my mind. “Yes, Heather may subject you to some things you find unpleasant. Some of them will be of her own invention. Others will be things that I have ordered. You must embrace all of our demands. Humility is required.”
I stood fidgeting, counting the reasons for going along with this crappy deal. There was the bet. If I told them both to kiss off, Heather would insist on collecting. If I went along, I could probably trust Heather not to be impossibly mean. There was honor, too. Dr. Cornell said that it counted with the well-bred, and she was right. I have always been taught to respect authority, and Dr. Cornell was practically ordering me to take the deal. Those grey ice eyes seemed to cast a spell.
In the end, I think the decision was made by the creepy feeling inside of me that was making me wet where my panties should have been.
“Yes, Dr. Cornell.” Was that real humility in my voice?
“You may go now.”
I grabbed my books and hauled ass before she could see that I was starting to cry.
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