[F4F] The Teacher's Naughty Girl (Patreon)

The lights of the lecture hall are blinding; universities use anything in their power to deny students the luxury of a nap during class. It's a rainy tuesday afternoon, and you've managed to drag yourself to your final lecture of the day; History. 

You already woke up late from binge watching anime and reading smutty manga's until around 3am - by the time you checked the clock you thought 'an extra chapter or two' won't hurt, then before you knew it it was 5. Your first lecture was at 9am sharp, safe to say you didn't make it. You'll get the notes from the class later, you thought. It's been a few nights now where you've denied yourself sleep. Everytime you think to yourself you'll get an early night, you somehow summon the energy  of a toddler high on redbull as soon as your head hits the pillow. 

You're sitting next to your friend in class, and she pokes your head playfully as you fully rest your cheek on your knuckle, your eyes drooping closed and then opening.

"I'm so tired," you whisper to her, and she elbows you in the ribs.

"If you fall asleep you'll be leaving me to endure this boring class on my own." she whines, and you laugh to her. 

Today's lecture was about World War 2, the true horrors of the war and all the dark secrets that came along with it. To tell the truth, History was one of your favourite lectures. Not only was the material interesting, but the professor gave off  'mommy' vibes like you would not believe. She was tall, and always well dressed. She would sport different suits, each so intricate and well crafted, her ties were always neat with a tight windsor knot at the top. Many boys and girls tried their luck with her, and she'd charismatically thank them and lay them down lightly. You respected her; it was like she was untouchable - in a league of her own. Everytime you imagined her with someone romantically, no one you knew came to mind. You could just imagine her being with a princess of sorts; she seemed like the type to kneel and do up your shoe lace if it were undone, or to pick you up bridal style and carry you over a puddle to avoid your shoes getting wet.

Before you knew it, your eyes were closed - half dreaming about her being your partner, or perhaps lover; thoughts of her slowly taking off her tie; what her skin would look like, feel like.

"Ehem." You hear, and you suddenly sit upright, a little bit of dribble slipping out the corner of your mouth, causing you to quickly smack your chin with your hand as you realise the entire class is staring at you. 

The professor is stood before you, a hand in her navy blue suit pants as she raises an eyebrow looking down at you.

"Was my lecture that boring, Miss ___?" She asks, and your cheeks turn crimson red in embarassment.

"O-oh, no! I'm sorry, I must've just drifted off - i'm so exhausted." You apologise sincerely, and she raises the corner of her mouth in a sadistic grin.

"If you're that exhausted stay at home. Don't attend my class if you're not even going to have the decency to listen. See me after class." She huffs, her voice sharp but soft, causing you to not know whether or not she's angry. 

"Oh, and Miss ___?" She starts, as she walks back to the podium.

"Y-yes?" You reply, the entire class silent as they watch you.

"Wipe the dribble off your chin, sweetheart." She laughs, returning to the podium and continuing her lecture as normal. 

Your entire face is flushed red, laughter and giggles can be heard by your classmates as you wipe your chin with your sleeve. Your friend laughs playfully too, giving you a tissue.

"Cut it out," you pout at her, and she pinches your cheek before whispering;

"That was so hot. The way she spoke to you was a submissive's DREAM." she snickers, kicking her feet udner the desk which caused you to smile,  biting your lip as you remembered what you were thinking about leading up to her awaking you. 

(I WILL BE TURNING THIS INTO AN AUDIO OVER THE NEXT FEW DAYS - FEEL FREE TO COMMENT WHERE YOU'D LIKE THIS STORY TO GO!) <3