Sarah's Tutorial: Corbin's Bend, Book 2 by LazyDay Publishing Read Free Book Online

now, if you please. You’ll find a towel on that table–please put it under you. Young ladies who wet themselves that way can sometimes leave stains.”
    Sarah's face lost none of its lovely pink sheen of embarrassment as she got the towel and laid it on the couch. Once she sat upon the now-covered couch, he handed her the document.
     

Chapter 6
     
    I, the undersigned Sarah Jane Harshaw…
    Seeing her name in that document, not written in on a line left to be filled in, but, through the magic of word-processing, actually in the document as if it were a fait accompli that she would swear she knew her professor planned to spank her, among what appeared now to be many, many other things, judging by the length of the document she held, had a sort of twofold effect on Sarah.
    First, but not strongest, was the sense of wrongness. She was his student; he was her professor. How could he use her name like that, in a document intended to make it acceptable for him to spank her and fuck her? Yes, she had arrived intending to seduce him into something very similar, something not officially against the code of conduct, yet still, according to her church-every-Sunday upbringing–morally wrong. But in her perspective, that differed from using her full legal name and including it into his sexually explicit legal document.
    Second, but much, much stronger, she felt a sense of erotic and, she had to admit, romantic rightness. She now felt absolutely sure that John Dunn, PhD, knew what she needed, and she was tired of pretending she didn't need it. She was tired of not letting her fantasies actually go where they really wanted to go, where she got spanked and fucked and caned and fucked and given to rooms full of men in black robes who showed her no mercy. She didn't care anymore that her father spanked her mother, and she would never end up like that, she had told herself as she planned the years ahead of her. She wanted this. She wanted him, and she wanted to be the girl in this affidavit, his girl.
    Known henceforth in these presents as “the girl”…
    She couldn't help it: she moaned aloud when she read that, and looked at Professor Dunn, asking (to her aching inward shame) whether he permitted her to begin touching herself yet. She saw him nod his head. She whimpered, and, with the feeling of wrongness now strangely increasing the feeling of rightness, of extreme, irresistible hotness, moved the tips of the fingers of her right hand naughtily (oh, so naughtily) inside the gusset of the lace thong, not from above, from her waist, which would have been naughty enough, of course, but from the side and below, from her right thigh, which, for reasons she had never really understood, seemed much more shameful and therefore, of course, much hotter. And she returned to reading.
    do hereby affirm and acknowledge that John Dunn, PhD (Dunn) has informed me of the nature of the demands he will make upon me, detailed hereunder in Schedules A (personal deportment) and B (sexual gratification of Dunn), and of the corporal punishment to which I shall be liable should I fail to meet those demands, or if he should be pleased to punish me for some other reason, detailed hereunder in Schedule C (disciplinary consequences). I affirm and acknowledge that I have agreed to indemnify Dunn and hold Dunn blameless for any non-critical bodily harm or emotional distress these demands or the consequences of their denial may inflict upon me. I affirm and acknowledge I enter of my own free will into a sexual relationship with Dunn in which I will be, as long as the relationship exists, a submissive and subservient partner.
    And she was, wasn't she? She followed his order to masturbate in front of him while he took pictures, at least. "Submissive and subservient," like her mother was to her father. The thought crept in, unbidden and unwelcome, and froze her fingers inside her panties.
    But... not like them. Not like them, because Professor Dunn wasn't like her