Being blackmailed by a professor

All of the exciting things that had happened to me over the past few days revolved around masturbation or being naked, and those didn't seem like suitable choices. Being blackmailed by the professor in my first class was quite an unusual development. Maybe it was a bad idea to mention it, but after I'd had more time reflect on his terms, it was clear that he'd violated certain rules and was abusing his position of authority. Not only would this be a way to get it off my chest, it was also a plea for help.

After I detailed the events as best as I could remember them, I arranged them into a list of accusations. Perhaps this wasn't the intended style or goal for this class exercise, but it was the best format to convey the facts. I ended it with short plea for assistance.

Two more minutes," the professor warned. As I put down my pencil, I took a deep breath. What I was about to do would likely have a devastating impact on that professor, and I might even need to testify against him. Over the past few days, I'd challenged a number of the conservative notions that I'd been raised to follow, but there were still several beliefs I adhered to, and **** crossed the line. Reporting him was the right thing to do.

"Time's up!", our professor called out. "Have them ready as I pick them up." As I watched my nearly-naked English professor stroll through the rows, I hoped she would take this seriously. I was putting a lot of trust in a woman who I'd only met last week. When she took my paper, I wondered how many days it would be before she contacted me. After she gathered all of them, she looked up at the clock and announced, "Since we still have a few minutes, I'll read a few of your works aloud." Oh no! I wasn't intending for mine to be read to the class.

Based on some of the wording, the first one she picked must have been written by one of the guys. It described the events at the beginning of today's class in crude detail, with lots of emphasis focused on seeing girls' breasts, butts and even a few pussies. It ended with a statement that this was now his favorite class and one that he would make an extra effort to always attend. "Crude, but effective," the professor judged. Next, she read a very similar paragraph, but this time it was was written from the perspective of one of the girls that had opted to fully disrobe. Again it described the events from today, but it used much more refined words. Her closing statement indicated that she was excited about this newfound confidence she'd discovered from showing off her body. The professor held it up slightly as she finished and declared, "This is a wonderful tale of personal growth. We have time for one more. Let me see if I can find one with a different flavor."

As she sifted through the pile, my stomach grew queasy. "Here's something." She hesitated for a moment as she skimmed it, and her eyes seemed to widen. "This is not a good example, so I'll refrain from reading it. It appears we've run out of time. Class is dismissed." Thank goodness!