Extra assignments, or special studies or something. I can’t afford to fail this class, Professor. I can’t. My parents….they took out a secon... mortgage on their house to help me pay for the tuition this year. I can’t let them down like that. I just can’t.”Professor Sanderson affected a sympathetic countenance. “I am sorry, Mr. Malone. I am. But I really don’t know what else to tell you. You’re substantially behind the rest of your fellow students and the only conceivable way you could. Whack, whack, whack! “For your continued disobedience I am going to thrash your ass for fifteen strokes. Now get your fucking whore ass to the bedroom where I can have some room with which to work.” WHACK! “I don’t remember telling you that you could walk there. Be a good little slut and crawl there like the bitch in heat that you are!” I commanded. As she crawled out of the bathroom with her shorts and panties around her ankles I could see a hint of moisture dripping from her pussy. The smell. Some of her old babysitting customers were pestering her for child-watching duties on the weekends and she decided to make some extra money on the side by accommodating their desires.The Andersons were a delightful couple with twin daughters of eight years of age. The husband was a staff member of a Senator’s entourage and his wife assisted as a hostess for some of the cocktail parties he gave to promote funding for his campaign. They were both perfect candidates for the “beautiful people”. “Why, what are you going to do to me?...” she asked shyly“Oh, you’ll find out shortly, now spread your legs and lean against the wall with your hands”She did so and I moved my hand in between her legs, rubbing her pussy lips slowly“Come onnnnnnnnn stop teasing me!” she criedI kept rubbing her without penetrating her vagina, and moved my hand up to rub her clit lightly.“God, stop-I want you to fuck me, not tease me to an orgasm!” she said through short breathsI moved my hand back to her lips and.