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Thread: Spare the Rod. [ Father ... Yaga ]

Odessa stood before the desk, still leaning over it as he had left her, dumbfounded. She let out a weak breath she had been intentionally holding in, then slowly, she gathered herself back. Shifting, Odessa stood up, allowing her dress to fall back over her whipped backside. She practically stumbled back to her purse and fallen books, picking them up and placing them on his desk for a moment. Odessa reached into her purse, pulled out a tissue, and began to wipe her face and backside. She tossed the soiled item into the trash. Ms. Lakes now sat in her tub, hiding beneath the murky water, a strange lavender color with bits of flowers and herbs floating around on the surface. Her backside still ached, and her mind was still racing. More than anything, Odessa questioned if this was going to be worth it. When Dr. Holmes had inquired about her undergarments, she had expected him to just look at them then fuck her. He made no show of his arousal other than his penis trying to snap his zipper in half. Even then, he didn't touch it, didn't demand that she disrobe him. Perhaps he was just waiting until he could get her home. Peering at her phone, he was right there in her contacts, simply as Professor H. She frowned and pushed the device further away from her on the floor, tucking her arm back into the hot water. Odessa shut her eyes and tried not to slip below the surface. His home wasn't far. Odessa did have a car which was left mostly untouched while she stayed on campus, and she slid out of it and observed Dr. Holmes's house. She took a moment to glance at the time 655 PM. She was early, though just barely. Odessa took there until the clock was almost at seven. The young woman made her way up the front steps, dusted off her skirt , and gave a few soft knocks.
Thread: Spare the Rod. [ Father ... Yaga ]

He had been expecting her. Not because he gave her the order, or because of her grades, but because of her past. He already understood how traumatized she had been as a child, how she had suffered and he imagined at some point he would find out what had happened. For now though he merely would let it lie, because in the end he had no need to know...things would be as they were and he would have his way. He was already imagining the future with her, already imagining the things he would do with such a willing young woman to service his requirements. It made his eyes glitter, turned him into something frightening as he sat in his living room and slowly sipped upon his glass of cold ice tea. It was the quintessential look of a professor sitting at home, everything stereotypical about him, not a hair out of place to show that he was anything but the norm. Yet when he heard that lock his head tilted downwards, a small bit of shadow covering it, and he smiled with delight. He had pegged her correctly, that was for sure. He was an abuser and she was the abused, it was the circle of life that such things existed. Let other people rail against it and whine like the little children that they were. The internet was full of it nowadays, the outrage culture, the oppressed victims. Well, perhaps he enjoy oppressing though it had nothing to do with class dynamics. He merely felt that there was power and there was the lack of it, you were either the perpetrator or the victim. He damn well knew which one he wanted to be. He stood up and sat his glass down, coming to open the door to gaze at her with implacable eyes. He merely looked her over, a small mew of distaste touching his features as he nearly shut the door in her face. Arrogance was in that stance, in those eyes as he casually said. You call that dressing like a slut? It's pitiful, Ms. Lakes, much like your classwork. Come in, kneel, and you may crawl behind me. Never leave the floor unless I inform you otherwise. The words held nothing but contempt in them as he turned and moved back into the house. He left the door wide open before her, giving her the choice once more. He could have grabbed her and jerked her in, could have forced her to the ground and raped her right in the entryway of his home, but that was not who he was. No, this was all about humiliation and subjugation and the truest way to break someone was to make them party to their own breaking. So he left her there and went back to his chair, not bothering to say another word until she was there before him.
Thread: Spare the Rod. [ Father ... Yaga ]

As the door creaked open, Odessa felt like running. She squeezed her purse a little tighter to herself, biting down on the inside of her cheek as he spoke. He was not pleased, which would likely be her first mistake of many in their relationship to come. Odessa waited until he had seated himself again before she stepped beyond the threshold, closing the door behind her. She set down her purse, as well as the scarf she wore on a chair she found next to the door. Odessa knew what he wanted, but it was almost physically painful for her to provide it to him. Reaching up, her hand came to the zipper on the thin, cropped sweater she wore, zipping it down about halfway. She wore nothing but a bra beneath it, one so sheer that something could be seen beneath, some sort of faint glittering beneath the dim lights of his home. Upon further inspection, Dr. Holmes would find that her nipples were pierced. It was then that Odessa dropped to the floor, carefully so, knowing damn well that he expected a show out of her. She moved with an almost catlike slowness, slinking across the floor. Odessa wanted to keep her head down, but she kept it level so he could see - the fear in her eyes, the heavy blush across her cheeks. Odessa kept her back dipped, placing one hand before the other as she made her way silently across the floor. By the time she got to him, she could withstand his gaze no longer, stopping to kneel just before his feet. Odessa folded her hands neatly in her lap, her eyes set on his polished shoes. She looked like she was going to fall over.
Thread: Spare the Rod. [ Father ... Yaga ]

Yes that was so much better, so much more what he had expected in life. He watched her idly for a few moments as she approached him, as if she were artistry came to life. He was not above being affected by a woman's body, was that not the point of all of this, yet he could not for the life of him set aside his need to push her further. To dominate her in all completion and claim what was his to his satisfaction. That was the sickening part of who he was, the need to degrade, and how he had already degraded her. He had spit on her face, slapped and abused her ass, and made her come to his house like she was nothing but a whore for hire. It was just the idle way he did it which turned it into something twisted, the way he had used their very relationship to begin forcing her to serve him. Worst of all though was something else, something that she felt to the core of her being. It was the way he seemed to know her without ever bothering to try. He watched her lower her head like she was a pet about to be scolded and he gave a small internal smile as he saw the way she looked down at his shoes. Even here at home he seemed to be wearing dress shoes, the only true thing that had changed was that he no longer wore the coat and tie he'd had on in class. He peered at her from behind his glasses before he reached to the side and picked up his tablet, bringing it up so that he could access the schools grades. He tapped for a moment, not bothering to speak to her, just letting her sit there before he finally spoke. Well then, let us see what we have here, hmmm? He casually scrolled along for just a few moments before making a small sound of disapproval as one foot slid forward on the floor, raising just a tiny bit up off the ground, giving it an angle. Ms. Lakes, your last project it seems that you did not meet the criteria concerning interviews. You were suppose to interview a minimum of five other students about their concerns regarding campus life and how they think it can be improved. Tell me, why were you unable to do so? Was it because you are pathetic and unable to have conversations like an average person? That business shoe continued to stare her right in the face, right beneath her lowered gaze before he whispered. Polish my shoe while we talk. Tongue first and then use your cunt.
Thread: Spare the Rod. [ Father ... Yaga ]

As Dr. Holmes dropped the word 'pathetic' onto Odessa like a piece of wet trash, she shot him a scowl. It was brief, but her brow had furrowed, her lips curled down. She was quick to remove her sight from him, however, returning it once again to the shoe that he had demanded she clean. With her mouth. Odessa had done many things in her life that others would consider to be gross, but to her, it seemed universal that putting a shoe in her mouth was the pinnacle of debasement and that was just why her professor wanted her to do it. She looked at him once more, hoping he might have been lying. He needn't tell her he was serious and she swallowed hard. His shoe waited. Slowly, Odessa put her hands on the floor as she lowered herself, the scent of Italian leather becoming more distinct. She couldn't imagine how many disgusting things his shoe had stepped it, and although it seemed immaculately clean, just the thought of it made her cringe. The door wasn't locked, and she could just as easily run, but she knew she would regret it. Odessa took a slow breath. Her lips parted and her little tongue came out, her body instinctively flinching as it fell upon the top of his shoe. To her surprise, it tasted of nothing. Indeed, she could taste the leather, but it was subtle and not overly offensive. Of course, the lack of taste didn't make the act any less revolting to her. It was clear that she didn't like it, her movements languid and faint as he spoke to her, continued to degrade her. Odessa went until she had cleaned everything she could reach with her mouth, apart from the sole. That, if requested, would no doubt send her running. She would rather fail the course than lick whatever dog shit and cigarette butts had met his shoe. Her next move was an important one. Should she remove her panties? Odessa knew that Dr. Holmes wanted her to, but it seemed pointless to continue to slather his shoe in all kinds of fluids. She remained on her knees, righting herself, her hands grasping the bottom of her skirt. Again, she donned slutty panties, ones that matched her bra in how sheer they were. It could be seen that she was hairless, apart from a faint strip down the center of her mound, in which glittered another small jewel. A Christina piercing sat neatly inside the thin line of hair, showing off that Odessa was no stranger to pain, rather, she must have enjoyed it. Holding her skirt up so he could see, Odessa hid her face to the side once more and shut her eyes tightly, just barely touching the lips of her panty-clad cunt to the top of his shoe.
Thread: Spare the Rod. [ Father ... Yaga ]

As she moved along the tip of his shoe he could not help but smirk at her. That smirk said everything about the man that he was, everything about the kind of creature she was sitting there with. He had pushed her, degraded her, had taunted her with her gpa and how she lived her life and yet she continued to take it. It was so much more than just a woman who was out to get ahead. This was a woman who had been traumatized in the past, perhaps broken, and he wondered exactly what had happened with her. For the first time ever he seemed pleased with her, her obedience, and that was when he reached down to undo his pants. His hand moved his shirt aside, pulling free that thick cock, his fingers wrapping around the base as he gave a slow languid stroke. It was the first time she had seen him. He had seen everything she had to offer. From her tits, to her cunt, and her perfect little ass....and yet she had not even seen nudity from him until that moment. He was rather glorious. He slowly stroked before her very eyes and he reached out suddenly with his hand to wrap his fingers into her hair. He did not expect to have her lick the bottom of his shoe, the truth being that what he had requested was nothing but a sincere exercise in ownership. He had wanted to push her so that she felt unclean, so that she felt defiled, and that was what he was getting. So he jerked her by the head to come close to him, the shoe beneath her pressing up so that the toe caught along her grinding lips and brushed her clit over the edge of him. His eyes never left hers though, not once as he brought her face down next to that dick and then he did something utterly sickening. To treat her like this was inhuman. To act like it was the way it should be....even more so. Yet he did, he moved so that the heavy erect shaft just lay on her face. He pressed it there, leaving it, and then he began to converse with her as if they were just having the most normal kind of day in the world. His voice was slow and steady, lulling, the voice of a psychiatrist who had his patient nice and situated on the couch. Tell me, Ms. Lakes, what happened to you when you were younger? Did someone hurt you?
Thread: Spare the Rod. [ Father ... Yaga ]

Ms. Lakes stumbled slightly on her knees as he raked her forwards, forcing her face to press into his cock. She would not tell him, but Odessa had never seen anyone as impressively enormous as he. His cock was like the marble of Adonis mushed into her cheek, hard enough to make her wince and shut her eyes tightly. It was no secret that she was both frightened and aroused. He would practically feel it beneath his shoe in the heat of her cunt, still tingling faintly from him scraping her clit across the leather. Odessa squirmed, her grip on her skirt tightening. She wanted to brace against the couch he sat in, but she had a feeling that he would not respond nicely to such a thing. Again, Dr. Holmes was speaking to her, asking her something. No, Odessa spat, her glare meeting him. Of course, that was a lie, and a pathetic attempt at one at that. She took a deep breath and let it out harshly, knowing that whatever information she gave him, he would use to torment her. She felt it would be better to not let him in on her existence, but lying wouldn't serve her well, either. My father used to spank me when I was a kid, Odessa said, after a pause so long that God could have created the universe again. To her, being hit as a child was nothing out of the ordinary, until she learned in school that parents were not supposed to strike their children. Odessa bit down on the inside of her lip, shutting her eyes again and trying to pull her face from his dick. She only succeeded in hurting her scalp. I know what you're doing, Odessa mumbled, keeping her eyes shut, her face turned from him. She needn't say more than that. To her, Dr. Holmes's game had been easy to figure out suddenly. He would coin the phrase 'daddy issues' and use it to drive her face into the floorboards. He wanted to belittle her, and she handed him that weapon now, but Odessa was smarter than her grades showed.
Thread: Spare the Rod. [ Father ... Yaga ]

He gave a small raising of his eyebrow as he heard her words, not even bothering to truly discuss them for the moment. He could feel that wet lovely cunt, practically soaking into the leather of his shoe, and yet once more he did nothing. Not even in this moment did he make her suck his cock, he did not jerk her head around and force her face down, he did nothing other than let her exist in a state of arousal and subjugation. It was utterly sickening to see another human being treat someone like that. Yet he found that it was the only way he could get release, by degrading and using little women such as this, and when he heard her respond to him. His lips pressed together and he felt his cock twitch just the tiniest of bits as she spoke...it was that, that childhood, he understood and making her speak was all in such good fun. Yet she did not know what he was truly doing. She could think she did, but she would once more not understand the good Doctor. Long ago he had put cameras into the domicile, the residence well maintained and updated with state of the art microphones and video recording. Everything was wireless, taped and placed away on a digital recording. He had no foolish notions, his system was encrypted, his data storage device on premises. The Doctor took no chances. Then again he imagined if someone even bothered to note the network, that like many they would pass it by. After all he was just a college professor. Yet the sheer myriad amount of sickening things he had done to young women that he had recorded, that he kept and nicely hidden away for his own personal use...it was mind boggling. And now he was getting Odessa Lakes. He watched her, tilting his head down and he took hold of that thick prick, took hold of it and begin to lightly move the head back and forth along her cheek as if drawing with his preseed onto her flesh. His voice was low and languid. Maybe so, but that does not mean you should not talk. After all, this is more than just grades, this is getting to know one another. Now, we both know he did more than spank you didn't he...did he hurt you? Did he hurt your mother?
Thread: What Has Happened To Ashlee Jones? by RobBase086 and ashleenicole

It was a Friday afternoon Rob was off from work. Him and Ashlee Jones have been together for over a year and a half. They met while in college. Rob is 26 years old, 5,4 tall, with short black hair, brown eyes, and weighed 140 pounds. He figured that he had plenty of time to watch a porno that he just purchased and had hidden from Ashlee. Due to Ashlees moral upbringing she did not care for porn. The most that Rob and Ashlee have done is kiss, hold hands, and hugged each other. Rob grabbed the DVD and started the Blu-Ray player up to watch. Ashlee was at work in the office. Mr. Drake Valentine was calling her to step into his office. Ms. Jones can you please step into my office with the Adams file? He asked her peering out from his office noticing Ashlee bent over. He liked her butt in the air and wanted to smack her ass if he could do that.
Thread: Come & Get It (Niah & jefflalex82)

Five minutes Miss Gomez one of the crew said politely to the young woman. Selena looked up from her dressing room table and gave a pretty smile. Thank you she replied, before rising from her chair and brushing her dress down. No matter how many times that she performed, there was always a slight hint of butterflies in her stomach before each show. However the moment that she walked out onto that stage, it all went away. When she began to sing, a professional calm took over her and all those nerves just disappeared. Under those spotlights is where she was supposed to be and performing for her fans always made her feel so happy and loved. Selena had been involved in the industry since a very young age and as she grew, so did here fans. What were once preteens that adored her show Wizards of Waverly place, were now young women that bought all of her albums. They showed her complete dedication, even when her personal life came under attack and for that she would always be grateful. Which is why tonight she intended on a little surprise. To say thank you, a select number of fans were going to be chosen to come backstage and spend some time with her. The brunette female smiled at the thought, her full lips glinted due to the plum gloss upon them which caught the light. Her long dark hair shifted around her shoulders as she ventured towards the stage. The black dress that she wore allowed her long, smooth, olive toned legs to be clearly visible. Her heels adding an extra several inches to her modest five foot five frame. The skirt part of the dress expanded out a little in a skater style and the top was laced in a beautiful pattern. It was see through at the front, but completely backless from behind. Allowing her sleek, unblemished skin to be on full display. The cheers from the crowd became louder with every step that she took and finally she found herself at the side of the stage. Her dancers all gathered around and they bowed their heads as they took a moment to gather themselves and be thankful for the performance that was about take place. Music began blasting from the speakers, the lights and smoke machines started to go insane and a wave of intense noise and heat washed over Selena as she stepped out onto the stage. Her voice began to sing and her dark brown eyes took in the sight before her. Thousands of people were screaming her name as the concert got into full swing.
Thread: Come & Get It (Niah & jefflalex82)

Adrenaline pumped through the young woman's body as she danced up and down the stage. Her enthusiasm never waning, instead seeming to grow with every step that she took. Her eyes scanned across the audience, doing their best to pick out the individual faces of her adoring fans. She smiled at them, called to them between verses and choruses and even walked up close to the ones that were nearest the stage. As she sang, she would lean down lower and take hold of their hands affectionately. Once in a while she took a small break, during which her dancers gave outstanding performances or her opening act reappeared to keep the crowd entertained. She was never gone for too long, only a enough to ensure that she stayed hydrated. Stage lights were immensely hot and if performers weren't careful they could easily collapse from dehydration or heat exhaustion. Two long hours passed and after multiple costume changes, Selena now stood on stage back in the same dress that she had begun the night in. Her skin was littered with tiny beads of sweat and her chest rose up and down heavily as she stood there out of breath. Thank you so much for coming out here! She called out to the crowd, who all began screaming back at her in excitement. You're all so awesome and to show you how much I love you guys... I have a little surprise. One of the dancers walked up to Selena with a bag in his hands. In here are all of your ticket numbers, I'm going to randomly pick five out, ok? If I call out your number, then head on round back and show your ticket to the crew! The young woman then placed her hands into the bag and took hold of one of the many pieces of paper. The first ticket number is... 624... next one... 1270... Selena continued until she had read out five numbers. She thanked the dancer and then looked back to the audience. All of you with lucky tickets, head backstage and bring your family or whoever came with you tonight. Everyone else I love you so much! You have no idea how much it means to me to have all of your support! Drive home safely, I love you! She took one last bow, before exiting stage left and away from the crowd. Instantly her team began handing her bottles of water and towels. Telling her how amazing she had been and praising her performance. It was quite a frenzy to make it back to her dressing room, but eventually she was there and began to make sure that she looked presentable for her backstage fans.