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Professor Segul tightens the restraints at my calves, and then my knees, before rising to wrap that corset around my chest.
“What do you call this thing?” I ask.
“A harness,” he replies in his teaching voice. “It will keep you secure while I’m turning the wheel.”
The knot in my stomach jumps up a notch. “Wait. This thing rotates?”
“Of course.” He fastens the buckles and moves onto my right arm. “You will use your safe words if it gets too much.”
“Alright,” I whisper.
The butterflies in my stomach thrash about, making me both queasy and excited. I’ve never had motion sickness before, but I’m unsettled. This is even wilder than the time I spent on the gynecologist’s chair.
After my arms are secure, he pulls out two more straps I didn’t notice until now over my shoulders and attaches them to the harness.
I’m completely and utterly trapped. Trapped and at the mercy of a perverted professor who plans on using my body for his pleasure.
I should be terrified, but I’m just so impatient for it to start.
Professor Segul stands back, his gaze raking up and down my body. As it settles between my legs, my throat lets out a whine. I’m so wet that my knickers are soaked through.
A denial springs to my lips, but I force it back. How many times am I going to pretend I’m not into this when nothing has turned me on more?
He walks toward the patch of wall where he keeps the canes, paddles, and floggers. Shivers skitter across my skeleton until every part of my body is quivering.
I thought he was just going to fuck me, maybe pinch my nipples a bit and make me beg for his cock. No matter how much I strain my neck, I can’t see him from this angle.
My pulse quickens. What the hell is he bringing?
He strolls back into my line of sight holding a miniature flogger with a short, stubby handle and tails the size of my fingers.
“Do you know what this is?” he asks.
“Of course, but what can you do with something as small as that?”
“You’d be surprised.” He raises the flogger to my cheek, brushing over with butter-soft, suede tresses.
My breathing slows. Something as gentle as this wouldn’t cause me any lasting pain… Would it?
“Do you know how many times I watched you from the stage in those transparent tank tops with your nipples on display?”
“What?” My head drops to my top. “They’re not—”
Something soft and leathery hits my pussy with a gentle sting. My breath catches.
Professor Segul draws back the little flogger. “You’re a tease.”
“But I didn’t mean to—”
He strikes with the flogger again, sending sparks of pleasure across my pussy.
“Oh,” I say with a sigh.
“Did you think I would allow your flagrant act of arousing me in class to go unpunished?”
My eyes widen. “But you called me out in the middle of the lecture. And what about the time you had me over your knee in your office? And the inflatable butt plug?”
His eyes shine with concealed mirth, and I narrow mine. Why doesn’t it surprise me that Professor Segul enjoys racking up my supposed transgressions?
