Detention (Patreon)

Danny thought taking an Erotic Literature class was his path to an easy A. His professor Regina, has other plans. She sees a certain "spark" in Danny, and feels she has the right motivation to mold him into a model student. She'll just need to keep him Under Foot.

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“Now Danny, I think it’s fair to say you aren’t taking this class very seriously.” Ms. Vexo asks.

“Well I mean, why should I?” The young man snorts disrespectfully. After being ridiculed before, he felt particularly bold and salty.

“Well, you’ve failed every other corse this year. To the point where if you’d like that little diploma of yours, you’ll take that arrogance out of your tone.” Regina shoots back at him just as blunt. A slight smirk cracking on the side of her face as her student quickly looses all bravado.

“W-what?!” His blue eyes went wide. Though in reality, it wasn’t all too surprising. He had completely stopped caring about classes in his final year, allowing all his credit to slip through his fingers like grains of sand.

“Now let’s try this again Danial, and this time without the petulance.” Quickly her voice went from intimidating to It’s normal tone. “It’s clear you aren’t taking this class seriously, why is that?”

Danny just looks at her dumb-struck, never being spoken to by a professor this way. Completely disarmed, he answers truthfully.

“I-… I’m just not good at it ok? I got diverticulitis! It effects my reading and writing when I get letters mixed up.” Danny whines as his professor face palms.

“… that’s dyslexia, and that’s not the problem here. You’re lazy. Looking for any excuse to to give up and do whatever you want. You probably thought this class was going to be a walk in the park, hm? Just listening to all the pretty girls write they’re dirty things while you kick your feet up? Do you honestly think your the first boy who’s pulled this nonsense?”

Danny just watches in awe, his cheeks turning that all familiar shade of red. He hasn’t got a single comeback or explanation to defend himself from the harsh truth.

Watching as he fumbles, Regina smiles once again. Never being a stranger to her own playfully sadistic nature, she’s always enjoyed the sight of an arrogant young man falling to peaces right in front of her. And Danny, if she were honest, was her favorite.

“Besides, I have it on very good record that you can be quite the erotic linguist when motivated.” Ms. Vexo complements coyly, plopping her shiny black heels onto her desk.

Immediately, Danny’s eyes drift from Regina and onto her shoes. Never being able to fight his raging foot fetish, he can’t help but gawk at his professor’s beautiful footwear. The way her nylon covered arches fit into them so perfectly…

“Danny?~” Regina merrily repeats. Snapping her dazed student out of his trance.

“I… um… ahem. I’m not sure where you got that from..” He tries to stay locked onto his teacher’s eyes, but keeps failing as they drift over and over again back to what he really wants.

“Why, from you of course.” The sexy older woman says, casually taking out her phone. “See, earlier this week I was treated to the most surprising message on my personal Instagram.”

The young man’s stomach drops. Suddenly those heels look all too familiar to him. He remembers them gracing his phone screen one particularly naughty night in bed alone. How four shots of vodka and a load of sexual frustration led him to leave a… well, a praising review to say the least.

“O-oh fuck… Wait, that was..-“

Ignoring him, Ms. Vexo begins to read his comment aloud. For both of them to enjoy.~

“Ahem….’

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