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We come to the end
I fear unless more students show up, we come to the end of our little story.
Thank you bearlee for all your efforts to keep it alive while I was on the road. I loved writing with you. I hope to see you again. Marie was a joy. Thanks.
Pip old boy you have improved so much sense the early days of "Scholarship" and kept it alive during my travels. Thanks.
I am sure we will cross-pens and wits in the further. Till then may all be safe and well.
Marie If you want the old professor will take you into his arms once more. Sad to see the innocent girl disappears, but always glad to welcome the strong independent woman she has become.
cgraven
I fear unless more students show up, we come to the end of our little story.
Thank you bearlee for all your efforts to keep it alive while I was on the road. I loved writing with you. I hope to see you again. Marie was a joy. Thanks.
Pip old boy you have improved so much sense the early days of "Scholarship" and kept it alive during my travels. Thanks.
I am sure we will cross-pens and wits in the further. Till then may all be safe and well.
Marie If you want the old professor will take you into his arms once more. Sad to see the innocent girl disappears, but always glad to welcome the strong independent woman she has become.
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OOC: Cgraven,have Marie with me,she'd like to see this keep going.Give it a shot if you can.
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Raven
OOC: bearlee asked me to keep the story going and so I shall, but dear readers and fellow writers we need new players. If you can help us, please PM me with the role you wish to add to our college community,
IC: Just as fast as he locked it Johnny was out the door and gone. Ah little boys who think they are men and when they see two women in the throws of passion they run, for they are not the conquer, or in control.
Raven turns his attention to Mrs. Peters after locking the door. "You have violated my privacy one time too many."
'Place your hands on the desk and spread your legs."
Raven could see the fear in Mrs. Peter's eyes and movements as she did as she was told. He nodded to Marie, who smiled in return and proceeded to lift Mrs. Peter's skirt up over the women's back exposing her rounded bottom. Her inner thighs shown with her own arousal.
Now you shall receive ten strokes as a punishment. Raven drew back the riding crop. The stroke landed with the crack of a rifle. As Marie slipped her hand under Peter's blouse and bra. Marie took one of Peter's sensitive nipples and squeezing it hard rolling it between her thumb and for finger as the second stroke landed.
OOC: bearlee asked me to keep the story going and so I shall, but dear readers and fellow writers we need new players. If you can help us, please PM me with the role you wish to add to our college community,
IC: Just as fast as he locked it Johnny was out the door and gone. Ah little boys who think they are men and when they see two women in the throws of passion they run, for they are not the conquer, or in control.
Raven turns his attention to Mrs. Peters after locking the door. "You have violated my privacy one time too many."
'Place your hands on the desk and spread your legs."
Raven could see the fear in Mrs. Peter's eyes and movements as she did as she was told. He nodded to Marie, who smiled in return and proceeded to lift Mrs. Peter's skirt up over the women's back exposing her rounded bottom. Her inner thighs shown with her own arousal.
Now you shall receive ten strokes as a punishment. Raven drew back the riding crop. The stroke landed with the crack of a rifle. As Marie slipped her hand under Peter's blouse and bra. Marie took one of Peter's sensitive nipples and squeezing it hard rolling it between her thumb and for finger as the second stroke landed.
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Mrs Peters
The humiliation, I sobbed as I stood, legs spread wide, bent over the table my hands flat down on the cold surface.
The sharp thwack of the cane on my bare bottom, and Maries hands pulling on my bare breasts.
"Please, I,ll do anything" I wailed, I could feel the wetness between my legs as each thwack hit my open cheeks.
The humiliation, I sobbed as I stood, legs spread wide, bent over the table my hands flat down on the cold surface.
The sharp thwack of the cane on my bare bottom, and Maries hands pulling on my bare breasts.
"Please, I,ll do anything" I wailed, I could feel the wetness between my legs as each thwack hit my open cheeks.
Aaron and Drew
"Damn," Aaron whistled, as he and his friend Drew walked slowly through the parking lot. "Hold up a sec," he said, nudging Drew on the upper arm. The two of them stopped, leaning against a bike rack, looking out across the macadam at the gleaming black car that had just pulled into a spot near the front.
"Skyline GT-R," Drew breathed quietly. "That's really nice. Jeez, what do those things cost these days anyhow?"
"About ninety grand," Aaron said. "Ohhhh, shit, look at that!"
Both guys stared, transfixed. A small foot, clad in a white high heeled sandal had emerged from the driver's side of the car. The foot was attached to a shapely leg, clad in a cream colored pair of slacks. The girl emerged from the car, standing imperiously, looking cooly around the parking lot before slipping on a pair of expensive oakley sunglasses. Dressed in a cream pantsuit, with a white tailored men's cut shirt and a boldly colored striped tie, a leather rucksack slung over one shoulder, the girl shut the door of her car, triggering the alarm and walking purposefully across the parking lot. She was about 5'7", perhaps three or four inched taller thanks to her heels. Slim, with curves in the right places, small bust, golden blone hair curled up high on her head, tied back in a severe looking bun.
"Who is that?" Drew asked, transfixed.
"Kaylan Fitzgerald," Aaron answered. "She's an academic transfer, I heard. Came here to get her Masters."
"How old is she?"
"Eighteen. Apparently she blew through her B.A. in two years. I had a class with her last quarter. She's smart as hell. I mean, frighteningly smart. She made our Poly-Sci prof cry in the middle of class. Disputed his application of the Janis-Mann diplomatic dispute resolution model in front of all of us. She tore into him, man. It was ugly."
"Damn," Drew said, unable to articulate anything more coherent. "She's hot, man." He stared after her, watching her lithe body recede into the distance.
"Oh yeah. But you may as well forget it. She's a friggin' ice maiden, man, seriously. I mean, the air temperature drops fifty degress, just when she walks into a room."
"Hey," Drew said, smiling. "She just needs the right man to warm her up," he declared, laughing quietly.
"She does," Aaron said. "She's dating Jared Hollister."
"Hollister? The guy who's dad owns Hollister-Stanley Shipping? The guy that's worth more then the whole damn University?"
"Yup," Aaron confirmed. "He's not filthy rich, he's not stinking rich, he's fucking rich. Only thing I don't get, he's dumber then hell man. Seriously."
"Defenitely," Drew agreed. "I've had a couple classes with him. I heard he just buys his grades, and even then, with all the money he throws around, he still can't buy an A."
Aaron smirked. "Isn't it nice to see our higher education system still has a semblence of integrity? C'mon, we're gonna be late for class." The two of them ambled off toward their class, each oerhaps thinking of things that could never quite be, at least not in the real world.
"Damn," Aaron whistled, as he and his friend Drew walked slowly through the parking lot. "Hold up a sec," he said, nudging Drew on the upper arm. The two of them stopped, leaning against a bike rack, looking out across the macadam at the gleaming black car that had just pulled into a spot near the front.
"Skyline GT-R," Drew breathed quietly. "That's really nice. Jeez, what do those things cost these days anyhow?"
"About ninety grand," Aaron said. "Ohhhh, shit, look at that!"
Both guys stared, transfixed. A small foot, clad in a white high heeled sandal had emerged from the driver's side of the car. The foot was attached to a shapely leg, clad in a cream colored pair of slacks. The girl emerged from the car, standing imperiously, looking cooly around the parking lot before slipping on a pair of expensive oakley sunglasses. Dressed in a cream pantsuit, with a white tailored men's cut shirt and a boldly colored striped tie, a leather rucksack slung over one shoulder, the girl shut the door of her car, triggering the alarm and walking purposefully across the parking lot. She was about 5'7", perhaps three or four inched taller thanks to her heels. Slim, with curves in the right places, small bust, golden blone hair curled up high on her head, tied back in a severe looking bun.
"Who is that?" Drew asked, transfixed.
"Kaylan Fitzgerald," Aaron answered. "She's an academic transfer, I heard. Came here to get her Masters."
"How old is she?"
"Eighteen. Apparently she blew through her B.A. in two years. I had a class with her last quarter. She's smart as hell. I mean, frighteningly smart. She made our Poly-Sci prof cry in the middle of class. Disputed his application of the Janis-Mann diplomatic dispute resolution model in front of all of us. She tore into him, man. It was ugly."
"Damn," Drew said, unable to articulate anything more coherent. "She's hot, man." He stared after her, watching her lithe body recede into the distance.
"Oh yeah. But you may as well forget it. She's a friggin' ice maiden, man, seriously. I mean, the air temperature drops fifty degress, just when she walks into a room."
"Hey," Drew said, smiling. "She just needs the right man to warm her up," he declared, laughing quietly.
"She does," Aaron said. "She's dating Jared Hollister."
"Hollister? The guy who's dad owns Hollister-Stanley Shipping? The guy that's worth more then the whole damn University?"
"Yup," Aaron confirmed. "He's not filthy rich, he's not stinking rich, he's fucking rich. Only thing I don't get, he's dumber then hell man. Seriously."
"Defenitely," Drew agreed. "I've had a couple classes with him. I heard he just buys his grades, and even then, with all the money he throws around, he still can't buy an A."
Aaron smirked. "Isn't it nice to see our higher education system still has a semblence of integrity? C'mon, we're gonna be late for class." The two of them ambled off toward their class, each oerhaps thinking of things that could never quite be, at least not in the real world.
Kaylan and Jared
Kaylan was walking across the wide courtyard, her heels click-clacking on the worn brick, when her cell phone rang. She stopped, digging it out of her backpack, flipping open the tiny panel covering the screen, and answered it.
"Hello?" Her voice was quiet and low, with only the slightest hint of a sensual timbre beneath her clipped off cadence.
"Kaylan, it's Jared."
"Hello, Jared," she said cooly, sneaking a glance at her watch. "What do you need? I'm going to be late for my appointment."
"I'm in a bit of trouble again," he said. At least he had the good grace to sound sheepish. "I'm failing my class section, and the damn prof, he-" Jared stopped short. "Anyway, I need help."
"What do you expect me to do?" Kaylan asked. "I can't tutor you, you know that never worked out, and I don't know quite what else you expect of me."
"Well, try the tutoring again," Jared said. "I need to pass this section; my old man will kill me if he finds out that I'm flunking again. You know how he is, just because he breezed through school he thinks its easy for everyone."
Kaylan rolled her eyes. "Maybe he wasn't drunk the entire time he was in class," sha said sardonically.
"Hey, don't get all high and mighty with me, ok? I mean, I'm looking for help here, and I don't need your attitude, understand?"
Kaylan sighed. "Ok, ok, I'll see what I can do, but I do need to get going, I'm going to be late for my appointment, ok? I'll call you later."
"You do that," Jared said.
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"Bitch," Jared breathed as he hung up his phone. "Stuck up bitch." He took a deep breath, and closed his eyes. "Well, that's okay. We'll see about that."
He checked his watch. Perhaps he would speak with Professor Raven. The old man had lost his chair and his course and had been relegated to the position of babysitting the basketball cheerleaders, but Jared knew that Raven had managed to hang on to most of the power he had accrued during his time at the University. Perhaps an arrangement could be made. The professor could perhaps have a quiet word with the fool who was attempting to flunk him. As if the man didn't know who Jared Hollister was. As if his father didn't contribute tens of millions of dollars to the school every year. It was important that a Hollister succeed, it was paramount. Jared could not afford another bad grade.
All these thoughts ran through his head as he lounged about, waiting until it was time to meet Professor Raven.
Kaylan was walking across the wide courtyard, her heels click-clacking on the worn brick, when her cell phone rang. She stopped, digging it out of her backpack, flipping open the tiny panel covering the screen, and answered it.
"Hello?" Her voice was quiet and low, with only the slightest hint of a sensual timbre beneath her clipped off cadence.
"Kaylan, it's Jared."
"Hello, Jared," she said cooly, sneaking a glance at her watch. "What do you need? I'm going to be late for my appointment."
"I'm in a bit of trouble again," he said. At least he had the good grace to sound sheepish. "I'm failing my class section, and the damn prof, he-" Jared stopped short. "Anyway, I need help."
"What do you expect me to do?" Kaylan asked. "I can't tutor you, you know that never worked out, and I don't know quite what else you expect of me."
"Well, try the tutoring again," Jared said. "I need to pass this section; my old man will kill me if he finds out that I'm flunking again. You know how he is, just because he breezed through school he thinks its easy for everyone."
Kaylan rolled her eyes. "Maybe he wasn't drunk the entire time he was in class," sha said sardonically.
"Hey, don't get all high and mighty with me, ok? I mean, I'm looking for help here, and I don't need your attitude, understand?"
Kaylan sighed. "Ok, ok, I'll see what I can do, but I do need to get going, I'm going to be late for my appointment, ok? I'll call you later."
"You do that," Jared said.
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"Bitch," Jared breathed as he hung up his phone. "Stuck up bitch." He took a deep breath, and closed his eyes. "Well, that's okay. We'll see about that."
He checked his watch. Perhaps he would speak with Professor Raven. The old man had lost his chair and his course and had been relegated to the position of babysitting the basketball cheerleaders, but Jared knew that Raven had managed to hang on to most of the power he had accrued during his time at the University. Perhaps an arrangement could be made. The professor could perhaps have a quiet word with the fool who was attempting to flunk him. As if the man didn't know who Jared Hollister was. As if his father didn't contribute tens of millions of dollars to the school every year. It was important that a Hollister succeed, it was paramount. Jared could not afford another bad grade.
All these thoughts ran through his head as he lounged about, waiting until it was time to meet Professor Raven.
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Raven
As the tenth stroke landed Mrs. Peter's rounded bottom was glowing a bright crimsoned huge. Her aroused state evident by her moist glistening thighs. The dusky fragrance of her sexual arousal heavy on the air.
Marie was suckling on Peter's exposed breast. Peter's legs trembled as the last wave of her passion washed over her.
It was precisely at that moment that the phone rang. The mood was broken and the scene shattered. Raven was furious.
"PROFESSOR RAVEN HERE!" ....."Jared Hollister"...... "Yes you did and that was yesterday"..... "A favor so your father wont be embarrassed?"...... " Perhaps"...."Tell me more"...... "What's her name?"......"Kaylan Fitzgerald," "Really"..... "Sent her over"....... "If she is that brilliant what could your father have on her?"...... " You will have to be disciplined for your actions and I have just the two people who can do that."
"I'LL be waiting.
OOC: Need a Jared Hollister for Marie and Mrs. Peter's to show him the errors of his ways. PM me if interested.
As the tenth stroke landed Mrs. Peter's rounded bottom was glowing a bright crimsoned huge. Her aroused state evident by her moist glistening thighs. The dusky fragrance of her sexual arousal heavy on the air.
Marie was suckling on Peter's exposed breast. Peter's legs trembled as the last wave of her passion washed over her.
It was precisely at that moment that the phone rang. The mood was broken and the scene shattered. Raven was furious.
"PROFESSOR RAVEN HERE!" ....."Jared Hollister"...... "Yes you did and that was yesterday"..... "A favor so your father wont be embarrassed?"...... " Perhaps"...."Tell me more"...... "What's her name?"......"Kaylan Fitzgerald," "Really"..... "Sent her over"....... "If she is that brilliant what could your father have on her?"...... " You will have to be disciplined for your actions and I have just the two people who can do that."
"I'LL be waiting.
OOC: Need a Jared Hollister for Marie and Mrs. Peter's to show him the errors of his ways. PM me if interested.
Kaylan and Jared
Kaylan was sitting alone on a bench in the quad, typing on her laptop, frowning slightly. She had exchanged her Oakley sunglasses for a pair of wire-framed Versace prescription glasses, but otherwise looked the same as when she had arrived on campus earlier that morning. She looked at the screen intently, typing for small bursts, reading what she wrote, unconsciously winding a wisp of her blonde hair around one perfectly manicured finger.
Her phone rang again. With a small, slightly frustrated exhalation, she picked it up and answered.
"Kaylan, it's Jared."
"Yes?" she asked. Her tone of voice was still clipped, efficient.
"Listen," he said. "OK, look, I may not need you to tutor me directly. I spoke with another professor here, and he may be able to arrange some sort of program to help me out. I need you to speak with him though, you know, give me a character reference or something."
"Why?" she asked, one eyebrow fractionally raised. "I fail to see how me vouching for your character can help your grades at this point, Jared."
"Look, I'm trying to be nice here. Can you just go meet with him? Just go pop over to his office in between classes. Do it for me, ok?"
Kaylan sighed. "I suppose I can go see him. When should I meet with him?"
Jared coughed. "Uh, let me, uh, call him back and find out. He sounded kind of busy. Hang on."
"I'll be here," Kaylan said, and hung up. She hung up and resumed typing and staring at her computer. Whatever scheme Jared was cooking up was probably beneath her notice. She would go speak with this professor, and then be done with the whole thing.
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Jared looked at his phone. He felt the heat of his temper rise slightly as he hung up. Uppity bitch, he thought to himself. She always talks to me like she's so much better then I am. We'll see. That thought made a smile slowly spread over his face. He punched in another number.
"Hello? Professor, its Jared again. When should I send her over to your office?"
Kaylan was sitting alone on a bench in the quad, typing on her laptop, frowning slightly. She had exchanged her Oakley sunglasses for a pair of wire-framed Versace prescription glasses, but otherwise looked the same as when she had arrived on campus earlier that morning. She looked at the screen intently, typing for small bursts, reading what she wrote, unconsciously winding a wisp of her blonde hair around one perfectly manicured finger.
Her phone rang again. With a small, slightly frustrated exhalation, she picked it up and answered.
"Kaylan, it's Jared."
"Yes?" she asked. Her tone of voice was still clipped, efficient.
"Listen," he said. "OK, look, I may not need you to tutor me directly. I spoke with another professor here, and he may be able to arrange some sort of program to help me out. I need you to speak with him though, you know, give me a character reference or something."
"Why?" she asked, one eyebrow fractionally raised. "I fail to see how me vouching for your character can help your grades at this point, Jared."
"Look, I'm trying to be nice here. Can you just go meet with him? Just go pop over to his office in between classes. Do it for me, ok?"
Kaylan sighed. "I suppose I can go see him. When should I meet with him?"
Jared coughed. "Uh, let me, uh, call him back and find out. He sounded kind of busy. Hang on."
"I'll be here," Kaylan said, and hung up. She hung up and resumed typing and staring at her computer. Whatever scheme Jared was cooking up was probably beneath her notice. She would go speak with this professor, and then be done with the whole thing.
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Jared looked at his phone. He felt the heat of his temper rise slightly as he hung up. Uppity bitch, he thought to himself. She always talks to me like she's so much better then I am. We'll see. That thought made a smile slowly spread over his face. He punched in another number.
"Hello? Professor, its Jared again. When should I send her over to your office?"
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Raven
"Raven hear."....... "Father comptroller for hollister-stanley ......embezzling funds"..... "Interesting."...... " Have her come right over after her last class."...."Jared I'll see what I can do." ....."No I can't promise you that."......"Try actually studying."
Jared called Kaylan "Yes right after your last class." "He will be in his office."
"Raven hear."....... "Father comptroller for hollister-stanley ......embezzling funds"..... "Interesting."...... " Have her come right over after her last class."...."Jared I'll see what I can do." ....."No I can't promise you that."......"Try actually studying."
Jared called Kaylan "Yes right after your last class." "He will be in his office."
Kaylan
The sleek black car rumbled quietly as Kaylan parked it curbside in front of the building that housed Professor Raven's office. She switched the ignition off, the engine ticking and popping as the hot aluminum chilled in the cool evening air. She slid out of the car, standing straight, carefully smoothing the wrinkles out of the front of her clothes.
She looked up at the building, her lips twisted in an ironic smile. It seemed the good professor had fallen upon lean times, as his office had been relegated to the outer ring, in an older, less ostentatious facility then that of the A-list tenured professors. That was the way of the world, though. Computers and genetics were hot subjects; the only living someone could make a with a degree in classical history was...well, teaching classical history.
"Excuse me? Miss?" Kahi turned sharply, confronting the security guard standing a few feet from her car.
"What?" she asked sharply.
The man shrugged helplessly. "I need you to move your car, miss. It's parked in a fire lane."
Kaylan laughed. She fixed the man with an icy stare, her green eyes flashing in the night. "I tell you what....Roger, is it. Roger, why don't you take your six dollar an hour ass off to the local laundromat and guard the panties of the freshmen girls, okay?"
The guard was taken aback by that. He blinked twice, before regrouping. "Miss," he said patiently. "You're car is parked illegally, please move it. I'm just trying to do my job, miss."
"Do it somewhere else," Kaylan said coldly, turning away. "When I come out, my car better be here, and it better be untouched, or you'll find yourself wearing a paper hat and asking people if they want fries with their orders."
Kaylan walked away, leaving the security guard staring after her in astonishment. He briefly considered calling in the tags for a tow truck anyway, but then common sense prevailed. The girl carried herself like a person who could do exactly as she threatened. He knew he had a cushy job, and, to be honest, universities, like all of life, always had two sets of rules for the people within; she obviously belonged to the group that was allowed "special" privileges. Still, what he wouldn't give, just once, to see someone like her brought low. He shook his head, got back into his car, and drove off.
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Kaylan walked into the building, the incident with the security guard already forgotten. People like him were beneath her contempt; after all, they had no influence on her life. She took the elevator up, and then made her way down the hallway until she stood outside the door of Professor Raven's office.
"When Alexander heard that his father, Phillip of Macedon, had won a great victory on the battlefield, he openly wept, for he believed that no new lands remained to be conquered." Kaylan murmurred the words quietly to herself. She was unaware of why she said it; the thought had just come, unbidden, to her lips.
She looked down at herself, making sure her clothes were perfect. Digging through her purse, she pulled out a compact and checked her lipstick; predictably, it was perfect. With that, she straightened her jacket and knocked twice, sharply, on the office door.
The sleek black car rumbled quietly as Kaylan parked it curbside in front of the building that housed Professor Raven's office. She switched the ignition off, the engine ticking and popping as the hot aluminum chilled in the cool evening air. She slid out of the car, standing straight, carefully smoothing the wrinkles out of the front of her clothes.
She looked up at the building, her lips twisted in an ironic smile. It seemed the good professor had fallen upon lean times, as his office had been relegated to the outer ring, in an older, less ostentatious facility then that of the A-list tenured professors. That was the way of the world, though. Computers and genetics were hot subjects; the only living someone could make a with a degree in classical history was...well, teaching classical history.
"Excuse me? Miss?" Kahi turned sharply, confronting the security guard standing a few feet from her car.
"What?" she asked sharply.
The man shrugged helplessly. "I need you to move your car, miss. It's parked in a fire lane."
Kaylan laughed. She fixed the man with an icy stare, her green eyes flashing in the night. "I tell you what....Roger, is it. Roger, why don't you take your six dollar an hour ass off to the local laundromat and guard the panties of the freshmen girls, okay?"
The guard was taken aback by that. He blinked twice, before regrouping. "Miss," he said patiently. "You're car is parked illegally, please move it. I'm just trying to do my job, miss."
"Do it somewhere else," Kaylan said coldly, turning away. "When I come out, my car better be here, and it better be untouched, or you'll find yourself wearing a paper hat and asking people if they want fries with their orders."
Kaylan walked away, leaving the security guard staring after her in astonishment. He briefly considered calling in the tags for a tow truck anyway, but then common sense prevailed. The girl carried herself like a person who could do exactly as she threatened. He knew he had a cushy job, and, to be honest, universities, like all of life, always had two sets of rules for the people within; she obviously belonged to the group that was allowed "special" privileges. Still, what he wouldn't give, just once, to see someone like her brought low. He shook his head, got back into his car, and drove off.
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Kaylan walked into the building, the incident with the security guard already forgotten. People like him were beneath her contempt; after all, they had no influence on her life. She took the elevator up, and then made her way down the hallway until she stood outside the door of Professor Raven's office.
"When Alexander heard that his father, Phillip of Macedon, had won a great victory on the battlefield, he openly wept, for he believed that no new lands remained to be conquered." Kaylan murmurred the words quietly to herself. She was unaware of why she said it; the thought had just come, unbidden, to her lips.
She looked down at herself, making sure her clothes were perfect. Digging through her purse, she pulled out a compact and checked her lipstick; predictably, it was perfect. With that, she straightened her jacket and knocked twice, sharply, on the office door.
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How the mighty have fallen
'Enter? it was the quick sharp efficient voice of Mrs. Peters. Once again in her guise of the matronly faculty assistant. Prim proper and discreet in dress. The only thing out of place was a sensual glow that belied her otherwise conservative appearance. A glow that showed a hint of the beauty her costume tried to hide.
"May I hey you Miss"....... "You say you have an appointment".........
" Miss Kaylan Fitzgerald"....... "Oh Yes"......."Yes Prof. Raven is waiting for you in his conference room.?......
" It is the door on the left."
There was one student in the outer office. She lounged in a strait back chair. Her leg draped lazily over one arm of the chair. Her red hair a wild main, her eyes lustrous and flashing. She wore a weed jacket riding boots, and little else. A creature of pure sensuality.
Kaylan opened the door to the conference room little realizing how hard it is when the mighty have fallen when one life ends another begins.
'Enter? it was the quick sharp efficient voice of Mrs. Peters. Once again in her guise of the matronly faculty assistant. Prim proper and discreet in dress. The only thing out of place was a sensual glow that belied her otherwise conservative appearance. A glow that showed a hint of the beauty her costume tried to hide.
"May I hey you Miss"....... "You say you have an appointment".........
" Miss Kaylan Fitzgerald"....... "Oh Yes"......."Yes Prof. Raven is waiting for you in his conference room.?......
" It is the door on the left."
There was one student in the outer office. She lounged in a strait back chair. Her leg draped lazily over one arm of the chair. Her red hair a wild main, her eyes lustrous and flashing. She wore a weed jacket riding boots, and little else. A creature of pure sensuality.
Kaylan opened the door to the conference room little realizing how hard it is when the mighty have fallen when one life ends another begins.
Kaylan
Kaylan looked around the room, appraising it quietly, while her face held no outward emotion. The presence of another student startled her, but she was in expert control of her facial expressions, and managed to keep her demeanor calm and impassive.
"I was under the impression I was here to meet a Professor Raven," she said crisply. "There was no mention as to any other.....people." She eyed the girl with an expression bordering on contempt.
"If you're busy, perhaps I could return later."
Kaylan looked around the room, appraising it quietly, while her face held no outward emotion. The presence of another student startled her, but she was in expert control of her facial expressions, and managed to keep her demeanor calm and impassive.
"I was under the impression I was here to meet a Professor Raven," she said crisply. "There was no mention as to any other.....people." She eyed the girl with an expression bordering on contempt.
"If you're busy, perhaps I could return later."
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Kaylan stood there with and air of superiority. "There was no mention as to any other.....People." "If you're busy, perhaps I could return later." She eyed the Marie with an expression bordering on contempt.
"Yes Miss Fitzgerald there are other people. For my example my secretary and a student that had an appointment with me that is kindly waiting so that I can fit you in to my schedule." His manner and voice where matter of fact. Stern meeting Kaylan's will, head on and not bending or deferring to her.
"Please come in and have a seat? Raven stood and indicated the chair across from him. It stood by itself alone and not connected to anything else in the room. A position of isolation.
He watched as Kaylan moved to take the indicated seat. No move was not the word. Glided! Yes that was it. The sheek clothes, severe in nature, her golden hair tightly drawn back, the man's shirt and tie, and the brisk abrasive personality. All designed to conceal a softer more famine side. There where only two flaws. The wire frame glasses that soften the austere vestige she created and her walk which betrayed, what must be, her natural sensuality.
"I believe you wished to speak to me about Young Mr. Hollister?"
"Proceed."
He watched Kaylan with half disinterest. Like a cat watches a mouse before it pounces.
"Yes Miss Fitzgerald there are other people. For my example my secretary and a student that had an appointment with me that is kindly waiting so that I can fit you in to my schedule." His manner and voice where matter of fact. Stern meeting Kaylan's will, head on and not bending or deferring to her.
"Please come in and have a seat? Raven stood and indicated the chair across from him. It stood by itself alone and not connected to anything else in the room. A position of isolation.
He watched as Kaylan moved to take the indicated seat. No move was not the word. Glided! Yes that was it. The sheek clothes, severe in nature, her golden hair tightly drawn back, the man's shirt and tie, and the brisk abrasive personality. All designed to conceal a softer more famine side. There where only two flaws. The wire frame glasses that soften the austere vestige she created and her walk which betrayed, what must be, her natural sensuality.
"I believe you wished to speak to me about Young Mr. Hollister?"
"Proceed."
He watched Kaylan with half disinterest. Like a cat watches a mouse before it pounces.
Kaylan
Kaylan saw through the seating arrangement immedietly. It was one of the classic power plays in an office arrangement, the other being to use chairs that were fractionally lower then the person who was wishing to control the action. She smiled slightly, her eyes cold and unyielding.
"I'm not entirely certain how Jared expects you to help him," she began. "If you have half a brain that still works after teaching a useless subject to disinterested students for so long, you will appreciate the....special position he occupies as a student here. On the other hand, perhaps he expects me to make his pitch for him. I will assume that you still have some semblence of authority or influence that can change the outcome of his classes this quarter. If that is true, I suggest that you exercise it."
Kaylan stood up very straight, looking Raven in the eye, ignoring the girl. "I don't see why this has to take any more of our time. Especially if you need to....tend....to other matters." She finally condescended to look over at the other girl.
"If there isn't anything else?"
Kaylan stood as if to leave.
Kaylan saw through the seating arrangement immedietly. It was one of the classic power plays in an office arrangement, the other being to use chairs that were fractionally lower then the person who was wishing to control the action. She smiled slightly, her eyes cold and unyielding.
"I'm not entirely certain how Jared expects you to help him," she began. "If you have half a brain that still works after teaching a useless subject to disinterested students for so long, you will appreciate the....special position he occupies as a student here. On the other hand, perhaps he expects me to make his pitch for him. I will assume that you still have some semblence of authority or influence that can change the outcome of his classes this quarter. If that is true, I suggest that you exercise it."
Kaylan stood up very straight, looking Raven in the eye, ignoring the girl. "I don't see why this has to take any more of our time. Especially if you need to....tend....to other matters." She finally condescended to look over at the other girl.
"If there isn't anything else?"
Kaylan stood as if to leave.
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"Yes Miss Fitzgerald there is." ....."Would you be so kind as to strip down to just your shirt and tie." "I would rather like to see your legs, and no shoes."
Raven's voice was cold unyielding as he informed Kaylan of the knowledge that Jared had passed on to him about her father's little indiscretion and exactly whom that information came from.
"Yes Miss Fitzgerald there is." ....."Would you be so kind as to strip down to just your shirt and tie." "I would rather like to see your legs, and no shoes."
Raven's voice was cold unyielding as he informed Kaylan of the knowledge that Jared had passed on to him about her father's little indiscretion and exactly whom that information came from.
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Kaylan
Kaylan's eyes narrowed. Her heart was beating wildly in her chest, but she forced it to slow down. Her face still did not betray any expression but she could feel a chill creeping up her spine.
She glared at Raven. "I see," she said, coldly. "So Jared thought to trade a favor for a favor then?" Kaylan stared as the man nodded, smiling slightly.
She thought, her mind racing. How bad could it be? She had already sacraficed much to be where she was today, and she would no doubt have to sacrifice yet more as her life continued on her chosen path. Truth be told, she had always been somewhat nonplussed by Jared's chastity; the first thing she had expected was a demand for a sexual favor, but it had never materialized.
"So, I strip, sleep with you, blow you, whatever. Fine." She glared at Raven, her green eyes bright with hate and contempt, as she shrugged her jacket off of her shoulders, laying it carefully across the back of her chair.
She unbuttoned her slacks, pulling them down her long legs, exposing the beige lacy garter belt and panties, and the the tops of her white stockings. Kaylan kicked her pants off, then picked them up and folded them over the chair as well.
She hesitated, looking at the professor. Even though she had rationalized her actions and his demands, she still balked. Kaylan was used to having the upper hand, used to being able to bend other people to her will. Try as she might, she couldn;t think of a way out, and so she knew she would have to continue stripping, but still she stopped, her fingers hooked in the waistband of her lacy panties.
Kaylan's eyes narrowed. Her heart was beating wildly in her chest, but she forced it to slow down. Her face still did not betray any expression but she could feel a chill creeping up her spine.
She glared at Raven. "I see," she said, coldly. "So Jared thought to trade a favor for a favor then?" Kaylan stared as the man nodded, smiling slightly.
She thought, her mind racing. How bad could it be? She had already sacraficed much to be where she was today, and she would no doubt have to sacrifice yet more as her life continued on her chosen path. Truth be told, she had always been somewhat nonplussed by Jared's chastity; the first thing she had expected was a demand for a sexual favor, but it had never materialized.
"So, I strip, sleep with you, blow you, whatever. Fine." She glared at Raven, her green eyes bright with hate and contempt, as she shrugged her jacket off of her shoulders, laying it carefully across the back of her chair.
She unbuttoned her slacks, pulling them down her long legs, exposing the beige lacy garter belt and panties, and the the tops of her white stockings. Kaylan kicked her pants off, then picked them up and folded them over the chair as well.
She hesitated, looking at the professor. Even though she had rationalized her actions and his demands, she still balked. Kaylan was used to having the upper hand, used to being able to bend other people to her will. Try as she might, she couldn;t think of a way out, and so she knew she would have to continue stripping, but still she stopped, her fingers hooked in the waistband of her lacy panties.
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Raven saw the hate the loathing in Kaylan eyes. Then the determinations to get it over with pay the price and resume her controlled life.
He watched as she removed her Jacket, shoes, and slacks. Her actions where not that of the shy tearful Virgin, nor those of the harlot. No she striped like a man changing. Again the effort to denies the feminine side of her nature. What about it scared Kaylan so?
Raven watched as she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties.
"That won't be necessary right know, Kaylan." Please continue."
Raven was unblinking, unyielding. He was like a rocky headland that defies the storm.
Raven saw the hate the loathing in Kaylan eyes. Then the determinations to get it over with pay the price and resume her controlled life.
He watched as she removed her Jacket, shoes, and slacks. Her actions where not that of the shy tearful Virgin, nor those of the harlot. No she striped like a man changing. Again the effort to denies the feminine side of her nature. What about it scared Kaylan so?
Raven watched as she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties.
"That won't be necessary right know, Kaylan." Please continue."
Raven was unblinking, unyielding. He was like a rocky headland that defies the storm.
Kaylan
Fine. Kaylan said to herself. I can get through this, I screw him and I'm done. Just have to make sure Jared gets a better grade next time. With that, she slid her panties down over her long legs, over the thins straps of her garters and her white stockings. Conscious of the eyes that were fixed upon her, she unclipped each garter, pulling the lingerie down her legs, hanging them across the back of the chair. She was proud of her body, having spent untold hours in the gym honing it, as she spent hours in the library honing her mind. She was not bashful, or ashamed, after all, it was just a little nudity, and having spent large chunks of her upbringing in Europe, she had not applied American standards of morality to the undressed human form.
Kaylan looked down over her body, smoothing out the tails of her shirt and straightening her tie. She stared at Raven with a level gaze, her eyes challenging him. Is this all you have? she asked him silently. Her head was held high, her back straight and shoulders out, standing in defiance to this man.
For all of her brilliance, Kaylan had become so wrapped up in completing this chore for Jared that the presence of the other girl had slipped her mind. It was understandable, for an eidactic memory and tremendous analytical and deductive skills were no match for the fury that Kaylan's temper could sometimes evoke.
She looked at the professor, her arms crossed over her chest, hiding nothing. Her pussy was neatly shaven, the soft round of her belly meeting the mound that resided above the split of her lips, which were just ever so tantalizingly darker then the peaches of her skin.
"You're move, professor," she said, as haughty as if she had been fully dressed and speaking to the hired help.
Fine. Kaylan said to herself. I can get through this, I screw him and I'm done. Just have to make sure Jared gets a better grade next time. With that, she slid her panties down over her long legs, over the thins straps of her garters and her white stockings. Conscious of the eyes that were fixed upon her, she unclipped each garter, pulling the lingerie down her legs, hanging them across the back of the chair. She was proud of her body, having spent untold hours in the gym honing it, as she spent hours in the library honing her mind. She was not bashful, or ashamed, after all, it was just a little nudity, and having spent large chunks of her upbringing in Europe, she had not applied American standards of morality to the undressed human form.
Kaylan looked down over her body, smoothing out the tails of her shirt and straightening her tie. She stared at Raven with a level gaze, her eyes challenging him. Is this all you have? she asked him silently. Her head was held high, her back straight and shoulders out, standing in defiance to this man.
For all of her brilliance, Kaylan had become so wrapped up in completing this chore for Jared that the presence of the other girl had slipped her mind. It was understandable, for an eidactic memory and tremendous analytical and deductive skills were no match for the fury that Kaylan's temper could sometimes evoke.
She looked at the professor, her arms crossed over her chest, hiding nothing. Her pussy was neatly shaven, the soft round of her belly meeting the mound that resided above the split of her lips, which were just ever so tantalizingly darker then the peaches of her skin.
"You're move, professor," she said, as haughty as if she had been fully dressed and speaking to the hired help.
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"You're move, professor," she said, as haughty as if she had been fully dressed and speaking to the hired help.
Raven stifles a yawn, to all appearances he was the disinterested observer. He lazily got up out of his chair and slowly walked around Kaylan as if he where in a museum inspecting a sculpture. Admiring its cold perfect beauty, but here you could touch, rearrange, and interact. He circled pausing briefly to pull the pins from Kaylan tightly drawn bun. Her golden tresses cascade down around her shoulders. The paleness of her skin, the warm golden honey of her fair, in contrast, and yet complementing each other. So she was to play the ice princess in control, aloof, haughty, superior, and to hide her weaknesses, her passions for life.
" Lay upon the table" He watch the expression Kaylan face, the sway of her body, the perfection of Kaylan in motion. She did as she was told, the ice princess to the last. She smoothed the shirt as she reclined upon the table. In control.
Marie and Mrs. Peter's knew what to do. All had been prepared in advanced.
As Kaylan laid in her superior detached manner, they all descended on her. Struggle or not Kaylan found herself now bound and spreader eagle to the table.
This would be a slow process. Raven removed the tie from Kaylan, as Mrs. Peter's long delicate fingers undid reach button of Kaylan's shirt. Slowly exposing Kaylan nubile form. All that remained of Kaylan clothing were the white lacey bar she wore and her VanHusin shirt, now spread beneath her.
Raven held out his hand like a surgeon and Peter's laid a sharp little knife in it. His movements where slow and seductive as he cut away Kaylan's remaining garments.
All the while Marie's long fingers and nails had worked slowly and maddeningly up the inside of Kaylan's leg to brush the girl's downy golden patch, so neatly and precisely trimmed. They moved lower to trace the outline of Kaylan pussy. Marie slowly bent forward to kiss those lips. Her tongue darting out in hard little stabs, licking, exploring, and teasing Kaylan's sex.
Peter's bent to claim Kaylan's left nipple.
Raven brushed Kaylan's lips with, the blush of, a kiss. Then his lips sought out the hidden areas behind her ears and along the hollow of her neck. He raised his head for a moment, to wet his fingers, and then returned to Kaylan's neck. His moist fingers sought out and then claimed her right nipple rolling it between his thumb and fore finger.
"You're move, professor," she said, as haughty as if she had been fully dressed and speaking to the hired help.
Raven stifles a yawn, to all appearances he was the disinterested observer. He lazily got up out of his chair and slowly walked around Kaylan as if he where in a museum inspecting a sculpture. Admiring its cold perfect beauty, but here you could touch, rearrange, and interact. He circled pausing briefly to pull the pins from Kaylan tightly drawn bun. Her golden tresses cascade down around her shoulders. The paleness of her skin, the warm golden honey of her fair, in contrast, and yet complementing each other. So she was to play the ice princess in control, aloof, haughty, superior, and to hide her weaknesses, her passions for life.
" Lay upon the table" He watch the expression Kaylan face, the sway of her body, the perfection of Kaylan in motion. She did as she was told, the ice princess to the last. She smoothed the shirt as she reclined upon the table. In control.
Marie and Mrs. Peter's knew what to do. All had been prepared in advanced.
As Kaylan laid in her superior detached manner, they all descended on her. Struggle or not Kaylan found herself now bound and spreader eagle to the table.
This would be a slow process. Raven removed the tie from Kaylan, as Mrs. Peter's long delicate fingers undid reach button of Kaylan's shirt. Slowly exposing Kaylan nubile form. All that remained of Kaylan clothing were the white lacey bar she wore and her VanHusin shirt, now spread beneath her.
Raven held out his hand like a surgeon and Peter's laid a sharp little knife in it. His movements where slow and seductive as he cut away Kaylan's remaining garments.
All the while Marie's long fingers and nails had worked slowly and maddeningly up the inside of Kaylan's leg to brush the girl's downy golden patch, so neatly and precisely trimmed. They moved lower to trace the outline of Kaylan pussy. Marie slowly bent forward to kiss those lips. Her tongue darting out in hard little stabs, licking, exploring, and teasing Kaylan's sex.
Peter's bent to claim Kaylan's left nipple.
Raven brushed Kaylan's lips with, the blush of, a kiss. Then his lips sought out the hidden areas behind her ears and along the hollow of her neck. He raised his head for a moment, to wet his fingers, and then returned to Kaylan's neck. His moist fingers sought out and then claimed her right nipple rolling it between his thumb and fore finger.
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My behind was on fire as I sat back behind my desk. My loins were liquid with sexual arousal.
The caning I had recieved and the sucking of my nipples by Marie, which I could still feel, had maintained my state of arousal at an incredible level.
I felt at one with my master and with his delightfully rude new assistant Marie.
I sat behind my desk oozing sex as the young Kaylan appeared, haughty and dismissive of me, demanding to see the Proffessor, like she never had to stand in line for anyone.
I smiled to myself as I showed her in to his office.
The atmospher was electric as he made her remove her clothes, Marie and I stole looks, licked our lips as she did what she was told.
Her body was superb, until today I had not considered girls bodies, but now I as mesmerise by the slim, firm athletic body. Her cute, tight buttocks, the separation at the top of her thighs, the wonderful downy mound and prominent lips revealed as I sat behind her watching. I wanted to bite her!
The silly girl lay on the table and at his signal we pounced, spreading her and tieing her legs and arms.
Her legs over the sides of the desk so herthighs were twisted and open, offering her sex high and open.
I waited until her shirt and bra were gone, and descended on my first breasts, to suck and touch squeeze and carress.
I heard her gasp as I bent over her, hungry for her perfect tits.
My behind was on fire as I sat back behind my desk. My loins were liquid with sexual arousal.
The caning I had recieved and the sucking of my nipples by Marie, which I could still feel, had maintained my state of arousal at an incredible level.
I felt at one with my master and with his delightfully rude new assistant Marie.
I sat behind my desk oozing sex as the young Kaylan appeared, haughty and dismissive of me, demanding to see the Proffessor, like she never had to stand in line for anyone.
I smiled to myself as I showed her in to his office.
The atmospher was electric as he made her remove her clothes, Marie and I stole looks, licked our lips as she did what she was told.
Her body was superb, until today I had not considered girls bodies, but now I as mesmerise by the slim, firm athletic body. Her cute, tight buttocks, the separation at the top of her thighs, the wonderful downy mound and prominent lips revealed as I sat behind her watching. I wanted to bite her!
The silly girl lay on the table and at his signal we pounced, spreading her and tieing her legs and arms.
Her legs over the sides of the desk so herthighs were twisted and open, offering her sex high and open.
I waited until her shirt and bra were gone, and descended on my first breasts, to suck and touch squeeze and carress.
I heard her gasp as I bent over her, hungry for her perfect tits.
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