You are my English Professor. In class, I look kind of innocent in my short little skirts or tight yoga pants. It is a small town, small private college, so the probability of you running into one of your students is very high.
There is an expensive, classy bar on the outskirts of town that you and the other professors frequent to avoid your students. You do not want to be hassled about extensions for projects, requests for extra credit, or further discussions on yesterday’s lecture. When you go out, you want to relax and unwind.
You are doing just that with a scotch and a stimulating conversation with the Art History Professor.
Out of the corner of your eye, you see someone that looks familiar. You turn your head. There I am in a very sexy, barely there, cocktail dress. My dress is one that titillates and seduces men. I have a drink in my hand. You know that I am not old enough to be in this bar. Before I get into trouble and jeopardize my future, you approach me and talk me into leaving with you. You feel I need to be taught a lesson.
You take me back to your house for a good stern lecture, but my legs and butt in this little cocktail dress drive you crazy. You make me bend over and take your spanking. You lift up my dress and find that I am not wearing any panties. You whisper in my ear that you need to show me what happens to naughty girls.
