Better make sure Powell really is sorry.

"I don't accept your apology."

"W-what?" Dr. Powell stutters, clearly not expecting me to say that.

"You heard me. You're going to have to do a whole lot more than just say you're sorry to make up for all the hassle you made me go through."

I can feel Dr. Powell's attribute affecting me. Every time I open my mouth to speak, I can feel the urge to insult her. Since I no longer have to worry about getting in trouble, I decide to lean into the urges a little bit. Surprisingly, Dr. Powell gains a little bit of her old confidence back.

"I... I don't have to do anything for you! Now accept my apology so we can both move on with our lives."

Huh? That's odd. Why does she care if I accept her apology? Unless...

"Shannon? When the dean told you to apologize, did she also say that I have to accept it for it to count?" I ask with an evil grin.

"Don't call me that," she tries to demand while tensing up slightly.

"I'll call you whatever I want, bitch." Feels good to be able to say that without consequence now. "Now answer the question."

Dr. Powell goes silent, which... actually, you know what? Screw it. If I don't need to call her that name out loud anymore, I'm sure as hell not going to think it to myself.

Shannon goes silent, which gives me the answer I was looking for. Thank you, Helen! If I actually was her boss, I would consider giving her a raise for that. She may not realize it, but she just made this experience so much better. At least for me.

"That's what I thought," I continue with new-found authority. "So as I was saying, just saying sorry means nothing from someone as worthless as you. If you want me to accept your apology, you're going to have to do something for me."

I have to keep myself from laughing as Shannon tries to hide the pleasure she feels when I call her worthless. All of that confidence she briefly had is now nowhere to be found.

"W-what do you want?" She asks in a half-annoyed, half-defeated tone.

While I'm thinking about what to do, I can't help but remember Violet's request to **** her. With that in mind, I come up with the perfect idea.

"Get on your knees," I tell her.

"Excuse me?"

I take a step closer to her.

"Haven't you wasted enough of my time? If you want this to be over, just do what I say. Get. On. Your. Knees."

"Fine," she responds in a huff.

She starts to sink down with an annoyed look on her face, but before she can get far, I put my hand on her neck and pull her back up slightly. I hear her breath hitch as I do, and she look directly into my eyes with a mixture of fear and lust. God, I've been waiting to do that. But I have to be careful here. I can't really get in trouble from insulting Shannon, but I still can from hurting her. Luckily, she doesn't know that, so as long as I keep it light, I should be fine.

"That's not how you address a superior, Shannon. Surely you know the correct way to respond when you're told to do something..." I say as I squeeze her neck just enough for her to feel it.

I continue to stare into Shannon's eyes as I watch her wrestle with the conflicting feelings in her brain (and probably in her pussy). Eventually, she opens her mouth, though her bottom lip quivers as she does.

"Y... y-ye..." Come on... Do it. I know you want to... "Y... yes, Sir."

Wow, that got me so hard. Hearing the most strict, controlling professor in the whole school call me 'Sir' gave me the most incredible rush. I don't know if I've ever felt anything like it before. I let go of Shannon as she gets down on the ground and looks up at me from on her knees. There's no one in the hallway right now, but I kind of wish there was, just to have a witness see my triumph over this beast of a woman.

"Now, I'm going to say this next part one time. I don't want to hear you say 'what' or 'excuse me' again. Either you do what I'm about to say and we finally put this whole ordeal behind us, or we go tell the dean you weren't able to properly apologize to me. Do I make myself clear?" I state in a very articulate tone.

"Y-yes, Sir," Shannon answers back with much less hesitation this time.

Here it comes. The moment of truth.

"If you really want to apologize, I want to see you get down on your hands and knees and worship my feet," I explain while taking a step forward for added emphasis.

The shoes I'm wearing right now aren't really anything special, just an old pair of tennis shoes. If I had known this would happen when I got up today, I might have put on something a little nicer. Oh well. I guess if anything, wearing a pair of old, somewhat dirty shoes makes for a better test anyway.

Shannon just stares at me speechlessly. She's clearly hoping for me to reveal that I'm joking, but that's not going to happen. After a moment, she looks down at my shoes. I can see her running through her options in her head. I can tell she really wants to stand back up and tell me off. Maybe even slap me across the face. But she also really wants to get this apology done. But I think, more than anything else, she secretly wants to do it just to humiliate herself. I think her HURTS SO GOOD attribute has been building up her arousal, and now, she want to give in to the pleasure. She continues to think for another few moments, but finally she decides...

She leans down and presses her lips against my shoe.

"That's a good girl. Maybe you're not totally useless after all," I say as I grin from ear to ear.

I hear her moan slightly through her kiss before her lips finally come off of my shoe. But it's not long before she goes back in for another. And another. And another. With each kiss, she hesitates a little less, letting herself slip further into depravity. I can tell she's starting to get into it, which is only confirmed when she stops kissing to stick out her tongue and run it along the side of my shoe. She shivers as she does so, though I'm not sure if it's because of her arousal, the likely disgusting taste, or some combination of the two.

"Alright, now the other one," I say, starting to get into the whole thing myself.

"Yes, Sir," she responds, immediately moving to my other shoe and repeating the process.

I'm not going to lie, I kind of feel like a god right now. I really need to make sure this doesn't go to my head. At this point, Shannon has abandoned any attempt to hide her enjoyment. She enthusiastically licks and kisses every inch on my shoe, moaning softly with each gap in between action.

"Okay, that's enough, Shannon," I eventually tell her.

It actually takes her a moment to pull herself away, almost as if she feels it's wrong for her to stop. She sits back up on her knees and looks down at the ground.

"Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir."

I'm honestly not sure if that 'thank you' was for letting her stop or making her do it in the first place.

"Well... you did good enough, so I guess I can forgive you," I say, trying to keep playing my part. "I hope you've learned your place, bitch. This better not ever happen again."

"It won't, Sir. I promise," Shannon assures me.

I quickly make my professor stand back up, not giving her a chance to recompose herself. I feel like it's only fair to give Violet the disheveled look she was hoping to see Shannon in. As we walk back into the class, I notice a single drop of... something roll down Shannon's leg past the hem of her skirt. At first I think it's a bead of sweat, but then I'm hit with a subtle scent that helps me identify the drop for what it actually is. Man, if a drop made it all the way down her thighs, I would love to see what state her panties are in right now.

Walking back to my seat, I see Violet staring at our flustered history teacher. She looks at me, and I give her a smile, which she happily returns. Once I sit down, she gives me a quiet high five and leans toward me.

"Can I have the short version?" She asks.

"Oh, it wasn't anything special. Just a worthless cunt down on the ground where she belongs, worshipping her superior," I answer with a smug glance.

Violet bites her lip and squeezes her legs together.

"If you're not careful, you're going to make me need to masturbate after class again," she says with a giggle.

After successfully humiliating Shannon, I decide to kick back and take it easy for this class. I mean, what's she gonna do? Call me out? I find that very unlikely at this point. Besides, her attribute is supposed to affect everyone, so I'm curious to see if that has an impact on today's lecture.