Price of Enrolment

“Look, the fact of the matter is quite simple, despite your childish antics. You didn’t do the work up to the standards that we require of our students. So, you are failing my class. That’s all there is to it. Now I am a busy man, and you…” Mr Robertson glanced at his watch, “are late for class”.

“Mr Robertson please! Let me redo the test, there must be something we can do. I know I was stupid and thought I could breeze through, but please, there must be something… I have to pass to enter university! If you don’t let me pass I’ll miss my shot! Please!”. Julie was pleading the middle-aged professor, tears welling up in her eyes.

Mr Robertson withdrew himself from the conversation and stared out his window grooming his rather long, but well-kept beard. Something he had a habit of doing when he was facing a difficult choice.

“Look, even with an E it is unlikely that you will get enrolled, your other grades are just not up to par”.

“Please…..” tears were now rolling down Julies face.

He glanced over at Julie, she was rather attractive as far as 18-year-olds go. She had long flowing black hair tightly styled in in two bangs, high cheekbones and a narrow smile. Perfectly highlighted by her make-up, but it was her body that caught Mr Roberts attention. Her breasts strained against the fabric of her blouse, her slim waist worked as a contrast to her wide hips, her skirt clung her body. She was striking.

His fingers twitched.

After a minute of deliberation, Mr Robertson sighed.

“Ill give you one option, and one option only”.

Julies face lit up with hope “Anything! I’ll do anything! I swear!”

“You will come into my office every day for the next month when the last ring bells, and you will provide sexual services to me”. He stated in a manner of-factly-way.

“Furthermore --------"

“WHAT!? NO WAY!!” Julie interrupted.

Mr Robertson slammed his fist on the desk

“I WASN’T FINISHED” he bellowed. “Furthermore, you will be in my office every morning before first bell, you will raise your skirt and remove your knickers and put them on my desk. Every lunchbreak you will enter my office and lift your skirt to show that you’ve not decided to put on a different pair. Should I be otherwise occupied, you are to take a picture on your phone of your exposure and send it to me”.

Julie, unable to speak stared at Mr Roberts in shock.

“Sir, you can’t be serious?”

“I assure you missy, I am deadly serious”.

“Surely that must be illegal or something! You can’t **** me! That must be **** or something”. Julie said with panic in her voice.

“I’m not forcing you to do anything” He stated cold-heartedly. “I am offering a way to pass my class”

Julie was dumbstruck. Sexually satisfying him? Every day? For a whole month?! That was preposterous, there was no way shed agree to that! She stomped her feet and rushed out the office, face red with anger. As she grabbed the doorhandle, she halted.

She needed the grade… Failing meant no university, and anything below a C put her in a precarious spot.

“Sir…” she said timidly “I’ll strip for you, every morning, and I’ll even allow you to confiscate my underwear, but that’s it!”.

“Miss, my terms are non-negotiable”

Julie’s heart sank.

“What services….” She stammered

Mr Roberts sighed impatiently.

“Look, here’s the deal, I’ll let you choose your own grade depending on your own choice. For an E, you are to come to my office and let me spank you in a manner of my choosing. For a D you will suck me off. For a C, you fuck me. For a B, you will surrender your ass. For an A… You’d need to do something very special, you’ll satisfy both me and one of my co-workers”.

Julie stood dumbstruck… “you want me to…”

Mr Robertson looked at her expressionless.

“EVEN MY ASS?!” Julie shouted.

Mr Roberts didn’t reply to Julies outburst.

“You fucking pervert!”

“Now now miss, I could pull you over my knee and spank you for that you know” He smiled.

Julie was trembling.

Julie shook her head, I can’t believe I’m even considering this. Panties? Fine, I didn’t like wearing them anyways, but the thought of lifting her skirt and stripping them off in front of him… She blushed… Spanking? Mr Robertson had done that a few times already, she winced, her hands reflexively moving to rub her bottom. Never on the bare though… The thought of daily spankings for a whole month sounded excessive, she wasn’t sure shed be able to take it.

Blowjobs? She had some experience sucking cock, she even enjoyed it, though shed never admit it. Creepy old geezer, I could probably get him off in a couple of minutes, if I close my eyes it will be over quickly. A grade D however, would most likely not be enough.

Sex? No god damned way. She was by no means a virgin, but giving up her… well… cunt… felt dirty and wrong, even more so than his cock in her mouth. She bit her lip, trembling at the idea.

Anal? The idea did tingle her a bit… Shed never tried, she knew some of her friends did from time to time. She also knew they quite enjoyed it…. No! she abrupted her own thoughts, no way. No fucking way!

A threesome? She was terrified of the idea, what was even worse was that she didn’t know who the “mystery person” might be. For all she knew it could be the smelly old janitor or something.

“Ill give you the day to think over your options, be sure to be here by last bell, or the deal is off.” Mr Robertson brought out a stack of paper from his desk. “Get out, and close the door”

Julie blushed and left his office….

At lunchtime Julie stood before Mr Robertsons door

Its ok Julie she said to herself, you just close your eyes and act like your servicing henry Cavill or something. The thought produced a tingle in her stomach. Its just for one month, come on Julie, she did the math quickly in her head… 19 times, you can do this. And if I do this ill be able to leave all of this behind me, I’ll pass easily, and graduate with honours. All without sucking no god damned cock!

She stood frozen as her inner monologue explored all aspects of her dilemma. Attempting to justify the decision shed already made when she touched the doorhandle.

"Deep breaths now, you can do this" She opened the door abruptly, to see Mr Robertson sitting behind his desk.

“Ok Sir”

“What was that?” Mr Robertson replied

“I said ok! Ill do it!"

"You'll do what exactly?"

All of julies confidence was lost, now facing the consequences of her actions, she lost the ability to speak, rather she started to lift her skirt.

“Splendid!” Mr Robertson was smiling.

“We are a bit past lunch, but I suppose we’ll have to make due. Now come over here and stand before me as you lift up your skirt”.

Julie moved sheepishly, staring at the floor before her. Upon reaching the designated spot she lifted her skirt reluctantly, pulling the fabric with both hands tile they were parallel with her shoulders. The cool air of the office brushed past her legs, highlighting her exposure. Her panties were now in full view of the smiling middle-aged professor. She felt a tingling shiver pass through her spine to her crotch.

What the hell Julie?! Am I getting excited by this? The horrifying though ran through her mind, but physical effects were unmistakable, she felt a warmth growing in her underwear, breath becoming increasingly erratic. Face flushed with embarrassment.

"That’s it, waaaay up there" he directed.

Mr robertson then opened a drawer in his desk and pulled out a polaroid camera.

“WAIT WHAT?!” Julie blurted out, releasing her skirt. “This was not part of the deal!”

Mr Robertson replied cooly “What do you think I meant when I said send me pictures, that the only pictures involved would be when I was NOT there?”

Julie admitted she hadn’t considered the implications of the phone.

“Look at it as a form of insurance. In example if you were to tell anyone about our ‘arrangement’, or try to record our conversations, these pictures will be leaked to your family, friends, and classmates. Ill even make sure to place it into morning assembly next week.” He said with a wicked grin on his face.

“But sir…. I… I cant» The tears Julie had been supressing now began to flow down her face.

“Very well then. Get out”. Mr Robertson placed the camera back into his desk and opened his laptop. Seemingly ignoring the distressed Julie standing in front of him.

Julie stood frozen in place, unable to move she stared at the desk, trying to understand all the emotions building up inside her. I suppose a picture is just a picture, and hed be fool not to take steps to avoid exposing himself.

She composed herself and lifted her skirt again. “Go ahead” she said, attempting to fake confidence.

“Very well” he opened his desk once more and pulled out the polaroid.

“Smile to the camera Julie, biiiiig smile”’

*SNAP*

The flash blinded Julie temporarily, and now there it was, her humiliation immortalized on paper forever. Her stomach churned.

“Now remove your knickers, then raise your skirt once more”.

Julie closed her eyes and pulled down her underwear in one swift motion, slightly damp she placed them on the desk. Then steeling herself she lifted her skirt once more, exposing her pussy to the cool air and the gaze of her maths teacher. She closed her eyes and steeled herself.

“How long do I have to stand here” she whimpered

*SNAP*

Her eyes shot open with horror, the new picture now included her posture with a neatly waxed pussy in the centre.

“Just long enough id say. Very well then, off to class you go, ill see you back here when the final bell rings”. He waved her off dismissingly. "I await your final decision on how you intend to pleasure me"

She bolted out the door. Trying to build distance from the utterly humiliating experience she just went through.