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This story is fictional. It has no relationship to anyone I know, I ever met or anyone I may hope to meet. It came out of my own sick mind. It’s pornographic and should not be read by anyone who doesn’t like that kind of stuff. Also it should not be read if you are 18 years or under in age. It’s probably not good for you and you are not permitted to read this story. This story may be copied or saved, if you think it is worthy. However, no charge is permitted. If anyone copies it or transmit it to another, this statement must be included. Frankly, if you enjoy this story, you are as sick as the hero in it. Ataboy 4/8/2000

My name is Alfonse Smythe, Al for short. I am a PHD candidate in American Literature and a TA (teacher’s assistant) to help pay some of my costs. Linda was one of my pupils in her senior year and was graduating at the end of this term. Linda is pretty, self-assured, tall and slender with a commanding presence. With her good health and commanding personality, clearly an outdoor girl, she was extremely popular, with the guys. I fell madly in love with her.
Being shy, I did not force myself on Linda and she took no interest in me. You might say I am delicate and am a little effeminate, but I am not a fagot or a pervert. I like girls, and definitely I liked Linda who I noticed from the first day she came to my class. I could not keep my eyes off her; taking great care she did not catch me doing it. When alone in my office or at home, I would think about her and with her in mind fantasize and masturbate.
I am not a stalker but felt a need after class to follow her at a prudent distance, watch over her and see that no harm would come to her. She seemed to prefer the big guys. I noticed her from time to time with a different one, some would stay the night in her room but I’m sure, she did not take any too seriously since she did not go steady with any particular one.
About, one month into the term, she knocked on my door at work, a small cubical assigned to me at the end of a corridor, (laughingly called an office). She stuck her head in and asked to see me. I welcomed her in and hoped my love for her was not too apparent. She asked for a favor. She was having difficulties doing her term papers both for her psychology course and my course. Writing, she explained was not her thing. She let these assignments for class slide, being busy with other things on campus. She was desperate. Would I Help? Of course I would help. Being careful not to give away my feelings for her we went to work to get the papers written. I helped her make an outline of what to say, put things in a logical order and made suggestions. I have to admit, I did much of the work but she did some and she got A’s on both papers. I loved being with her.
Even after the completion of her term papers, she continued to use my assistance for some of her other school assignments as she was extremely busy with her other activities. I was more then willing to help. I loved her and I would masturbate by just thinking about her.
One day I goofed, I should have locked my door, but I was negligent and she walked in while I was yanking off. How could this happen to me? Just as I was shooting my load she appeared at my door, smiling, giggling and watched me cum off. Hell could be no worse then to have her see me like this.
She said, “Sorry, I caught you at a bad time, see ya later” and left. What could I say to her? I was mortified and embarrassed. I was deathly afraid that I would lose her. What to do?
I slept little that night trying to figure out how I could face Linda. The next day in class she made a hi-sign to me as if nothing happened. I was nonetheless flustered. I don’t know how I got through the class with her sitting there, but I did. It was at 4 that afternoon, there was a knock on my door. Could it be Linda? She always just walks in. I yelled, “Who’s there?”
“It’s me Linda, are you” giggle “preoccupied? Can I come in?”
“Sure, come in, I’m not doing anything,” and then realized how she would misinterpret the double meaning in my response.If I was flustered in class, I was really flustered now.
I stuttered, “Linda please let me explain..”
She interrupted, “it’s not necessary, I understand, you’re no different then other guys I know. You can’t control your urges. It’s OK. You can’t help it. I won’t hold it against you.” Thank God, I felt, she understood.
She turned to leave then turned back, and as an after thought said, “but you were a naughty boy. You must be punished.” “Of course” she continued, “If you feel, I shouldn’t, that’s OK, I won’t and I’ll have to find someone else to help me with my homework. Then I won’t be able to see you except in class.”
In panic I said, “No, no, no, you are right, I should be punished. I was at fault. Please do it.”
“Well, if you insist, maybe after classes tomorrow.” with this, smiling, she left my office.
“Are you decent?” she said with amusement, as she popped her head in my office the next day, and marched into my office before I had time even to give an answer.
“Linda, please, I’ve been thinking all day about all this and let’s talk …”
Before I could continue, she interrupted by dropping a nylon rope about five foot long on my desk and she said, “sure, we can discuss this but what is there to say, you did what you did, you are not innocent are you?” and did not give me an opportunity to say anything further.
She proceeded in making two small loops in the rope two feet apart in the center of the rope. I was mesmerized by what she was doing. She said, “Stand up.” I stood before her and she nudged off my jacket.
“Hold on, let me explain.” Not waiting, she proceeded to put each of my wrists in a separate loop, tighten the loops by pulling the ends of the rope, turning me around pulling each ends of the rope around me tight and tying them together in the back. She effectively pulled my hands to my sides so that my hands were bound and immobilized.
“Linda, wait, I don’t know whether … “ but before I finished she proceeded to bunch up my shirt and undershirt above my bound hands.
“That’s not too tight, is it?” she said, and not waiting for an answer she pulled my belt out from the loops in my trousers. She unbuttoned the top buttons of my pants and pulled the zipper down and hooked her thumbs in the sides of my trousers and shorts; yanked them down to my thighs exposing my penis and ass.
“Oh look” she said as she lifted up my penis, “it’s getting hard. You really can’t control yourself, can you?” she laughed. She pulled me over to the end of my desk, loosen my tie and with it pulled me down so that my chest and head rested at the end of my desk. I was bent over so that my bear ass hung out leaving me totally exposed.
“There, are you comfy?” she said but again not waiting for an answer I heard the swish and my belt lashed across my ass.
“Yeow” I screamed “that hurts.”That was an understatement, it was excruciatingly painful.
“Hurts” she said. “Of course it hurts, if it didn’t it wouldn’t be any good” and swish came the next lash across my ass.
“Yeow, Please Linda, enough, I’m sorry.” I pleaded.She showed no mercy and the third one landed across my ass even harder. “Yeow” I screamed again. Into my office came Mrs. Hudson.
Mrs. Edith Hudson is the secretary of the professor under whom I and two other TAs teach and also she does secretarial work for them and me. She’s in her early 40s, short and plump, and teaches Sunday school at her church.
“What’s all the noise? What’s going on?” she said on coming through the door. “Oh my” she said on seeing me bent over with my exposed bare ass. I was mortified. What could she think of me being disciplined like a small child.
“He’s being punished. I caught him masturbating” Linda explained. I didn’t know what was worse, Mrs. Hudson finding me like this or the whipping I was getting from Linda, but surely she would come to my aid and stop it. After some thought she said, “Can I watch?”
“Sure” said Linda. “He is making a lot of noise,” said Mrs. Hudson. “I can fix that,” said Linda.
Linda came around to the other side of my desk, lifted up my head with one hand and with the other stuffed a handkerchief that she took from her pocket into my mouth. She proceeded to take my loosen tie from under my collar and wrapped it around my mouth and tied the ends at the back of my head, effectively prevented me from spitting out her gag. “There,” she said “that will keep him quiet.” She then gave another lash, hard across my ass. “Umpf “ was my muffled response to the pain inflicted on me.
Mrs. Hudson then asked Linda, “can I get you something, coffee, a coke?” “That would be nice. A coke would be fine. I can drink it straight from the bottle” was Linda’s’ response and she gave me another lash. “Umpf” it hurt. Mrs. Hudson gave Linda the cold coke she took from the small cooler in my office. “Thank you” she said and took a drink, “That hits the spot.” She continued by pulling my trousers all the way down to my ankles, no doubt to get a better target.
“Look” said Mrs. Hudson, “he definitely has an erection. Do you think he will have a premature ejaculation?”
“He better not or I double his punishment, ” said Linda and she gave me three more in rapid succession. Oh my God, it hurt. “Just two more and we will be through,” said Linda. She gave them to me and said to me “very good” and she gave me hug and a kiss. Down deep I felt she loves me, maybe not as much as I loved her but now there was a bond between us. The whipping showed she cared for me.
“Down on your knees. “ she said, “ I am proud of you I am going to give you a treat.”Obviously, now she remembered that Mrs. Hudson was watching us, and she said to her “that is if you don’t mind?”
“Oh, I don’t mind,” Replied Mrs. Hudson, “In fact, I find this very stimulating. This is very edifying as I can use this on the deacon at church who is making advances on me on Sunday after church services.”
Linda sat down in my chair at my desk and rolled it before me as I kneeled down in front of her as she pulled down her jeans and panties and kicked them aside to bear her hairy cunt before me and said “lick me, you made me horny.” After she removed my gag and tie to give me access, I hungrily dug in her juicy slit with my tongue and proceeded to get her juices over my nose, face and chin and her cunt odors wafted in my nostrils. I was in my glory as she accepted my ministrations with grunts, groans and finally with an organism.
“Not bad, “ she said, “and now it’s your turn. Stand up.” I stood up before her with my hands still bound and immobilized, naked from the waist down except for my trousers on my shoes and socks at my ankles. Linda, always prepared, dug in her purse that she had placed on my desk when she first came in and pulled out a throwaway latex glove similar to the ones doctors use on giving a rectal examination. She put it on her left hand and put two fingers in a jar containing a greasy substance and proceeded to insert those two fingers in my ass hole. I had an intense hard on and she firmly grabbed my cock with her right hand. She wiggled her fingers in my ass hole and I couldn’t hold back and pumped away with grunts of pleasure. In short order I shot my load on my desk. “Yuck” she said, “you certainly made a mess.”
Linda then removed the glove from her left hand threw it into the waist basket and wiped her hands on the tail of my shirt. She then turned to Mrs. Hudson, who I forgot was there. I was embarrassed and humiliated knowing that Mrs. Hudson had watched the goings on and said to her, “Would you mind doing me a favor?”
“What’s that?” she answered. “I have a date with my boyfriend, we will be getting a bite to eat and plan to go to that new disco that just opened up off campus. Do you mind that I leave now and will you clean him up for me?”
“Sure go ahead. I will take care of him. It will be my pleasure,” Mrs. Hudson said.
“Thanks, and by the way, leave the rope in his desk drawer since I will probably use it again later on,” said Linda as she straightened herself up and left.
“You’re not going to tell anybody about what happened here?” I asked Mrs. Hudson as she proceeded in untying me and helping me get my composure back.
“Certainly not,” she said to my relief “No one would understand,” she continued, as she led me into the adjoining little bathroom that I shared with the TA on the other side of it. She used a wash cloth on my face, found some salve in the medicine cabinet above the sink, took a dab of it and gently spread it on my ass relieving some of the sting and residual heat I suffered from the whipping. She helped me pull up my shorts and pants. “There,” she said, “I hope, you’re OK now. Don’t worry I won’t tell anyone.” She repeated obviously to give me reassurance. Gave me a little pat on my ass and said as she left, “have a nice day.”
Over the weekend, reliving the events I enjoyed with Linda, I masturbated. She continued to use me for her homework, since she was very busy with her other activities and I was filled with joy whenever she would give me some of her busy time. Whenever she felt it necessary to punish me for my evil thoughts she would whip me, sometimes Mrs. Hudson would watch and sometimes not, and she frequently let me lick her and then yank me off.
She would not let me penetrate her with my hands and definitely not my penis since, as she explained to me, she had too high a regard for me. She acknowledged that she let some of the boys go to bed with her, but they didn’t count since they were mere students whom she didn’t take seriously. However, I was different, I was someone she had respect for, someone with a brain, not just a penis and she was very fond of me. I could understand, but hoped eventually, we could become real lovers and maybe even marry.
She told me that she knew from the beginning that I followed her, and that she didn’t mind if it pleased me. On occasion she told me she had to restrain some of the guys who wanted to beat me up for following them, and told them to mind their own business. I thought I was so careful not to be observed, and was consternated on finding out that she knew what I was doing, but I was relieved in that she would not hold this against me.
The term was getting close to the end, I realized that I would soon lose Linda so I got up the nerve and asked her to marry me. I told her how much I loved her; I would not expect her to give up her active social life with other guys as long as she would not leave me; I would get a better job to support her; furnish her with her needs, and she would have control of all my earnings. “ Just don’t leave me,” I begged her. She told me she would think about my proposal.