River, a flat-chested professor

Author's note: Hey, yet another new project. If I have any spelling or grammar errors, please tell me. Expect more soon (hopefully).

I'd say my biggest flaw as an educator is my inability to keep a schedule. Heaven knows how I got through grad school with how scatterbrained I am. Today, I slept through my first alarm on account of my... nightly activities keeping me up yesterday (By the way, my second biggest flaw? High sexual appetite). Forgoing my usual breakfast, I prepared a quick jam on toast for myself and made the same for Jacqueline before hopping in the shower. I wanted to keep it short but when you smell like sex there's only so much you can rush. I skipped panties for speed and just put on some slacks and a light-blue button-up, no blazer. I looked at myself in the mirror to check for wrinkles and cameltoe before putting on my flats. It took me a long time to be comfortable with my appearance. I'm a tall woman at five feet eight inches. My skin is a light brown, about the color of well-furnished wood. I have tight kinky brown curls that drop down past my shoulders, framing my face. As I look in the mirror I pick up my makeup palette and start applying foundation. I'm not a fan of makeup but I'm even less of a fan of the "you look tired" my undereye bags would get me and the umpteenth "what happened?" when someone notices a faint childhood scar just barely visible on my left cheek. I apply some gloss to accentuate my already full brown lips and put the rest in my bag in case I need to touch up throughout the day. I stuffed my lecture notes and handouts in my messenger bag (why did I insist on keeping the handouts at home?) as I rushed out the door to the limo in my driveway, two paper bags in my mouth.

Sleeping across the backseats of the limo was Jacqueline. She was nude. Nothing I hadn't seen. I made a mental note to put another jug of water in the limo, now that nights were getting hotter. Last night was clearly too hot for her uniform and, even without it, her light brown skin and her curly brunette hair were drenched in sweat. Her blazer was neatly folded and rolled up to be used as a pillow and the lacey bra she typically wore was draped over her eyes as a makeshift sleep mask. Her thigh-high stockings laid across the headrest and the rest of her uniform rested on the car's console: Black six-inch heels and her bra's matching black lacey panties folded on top. I tapped two knuckles against the car window and she jolted upright, awake.

"Sorry," I said, raising a hand as a still wave. I opened the door and extended a hand to help her out of the car. Her legs were wobbly after not standing for so long. "We're running late so we don't have time for your full morning stretch routine. Again, I apologize."

"It's fine Mistress," Jacqueline said, not meeting my eyes. She was more concerned with patting down the sweat on her nude body. She did quickly a set of crossbody stretches followed by a set of triceps stretches, just to shake off the sleep. "I'm all good." She clearly wasn't, but if she wanted to fuck up her job I would be ready to punish her. I handed her the paper bag meant for her.

"Breakfast today is just jam on toast, and I didn't have time to make lunch so there's money in there so you can take your lunch break outside." Jacqueline's face perked up at that comment like a kid on Christmas.

"Does that mean?"

"Yes," I groaned as I fixed the strap on my bag. "I'll be turning off the child lock today." I wagged a finger in her face. "But if come to the limo for anything, at any time outside of lunchtime, and you're not here, there will be consequences."

"Aye aye, Mistress." Jacqueline gave me a salute with a smile.

"I also rushed out without grabbing a fresh uniform, so you'll have to reuse yesterday's, and no, that doesn't excuse you from the punishment of not having a clean and tidy uniform. Now get dressed." As Jacqueline turned around to grab her stuff out the car, I lightly slapped her ass with my own breakfast bag, like a rider tapping a horse's behind to make them move faster. Once Jacqueline moved out of the way, I slipped into the car. I made a show of sniffing around. "Jacqueline, the smell of sweat and sex is unacceptable in here. It's the one place I want to avoid it." I turned to her, still fastening her bra outside.

"Sorry, you got in so quick, I didn't have time to freshen the air. And the heat-"

"Excuses, excuses. You should have anticipated the heat and me wanting to get going so quickly. I'm adding this to your punishment tally."

"Yes, Mistress." Jacqueline was now tying her long hair into a bun.

"Why weren't you awake anyways?"

"When you had me drop your date last night, Alice, you said she could have me 'serve her any way she wanted.' She had me clean her entire house before we had a sex marathon into the morning. I asked if she had work and she said she worked the night shift. I just got home a couple hours ago." After her bun was tied Jacqueline pulled up her panties and started slipping into her stockings, not missing a beat.

"Ah, that explains it. Alice does have a lot of stamina." I pulled out my nail filer as Jacqueline unfolded her blazer and put it on one arm at a time. She grabbed her chauffeur hat from the dashboard and her perfume and air freshener bottles from the driver's seat door. She put on the cap and fastened it. Then, after a liberal spray of both bottles, she returned them to the holsters and got in the car. I checked the time on my phone. "A minute-thirty. A good time, I have to say."

"Thank you, Mistress." Jacqueline was blushing through the partition window. She put the key in the ignition and started pulling out of the driveway.

I met Jacqueline about four years ago, while she was a junior at ISU. At the time, she was a teaching assistant for my class. As a teaching assistant, she blurred the line between colleague and student. Colleagues I try never to use, and back then I was overcorrecting my early days by avoiding most students. Because of our close partnership, for the longest time Jacqueline was the closest thing to a busty woman I respected. Sure a couple of gropes and glances and the "braless incident" happened, but I was going through a dry spell (well a dry spell for me) given I wasn't picking on students as much. At the end of her junior year I "heavily suggested" she stay with me for another year. She wasn't even sure if she could, but I can be quite persuasive to the dean. There our mostly sexless dynamic became mostly sex. A summer free of my self-imposed rules on the beaches followed by being surrounded by tantalizing first-years convinced me to retire my student rule for good. I still avoided Jacqueline, she was squarely in the "colleague" category by that point, but I did extend what "teaching assistant" meant. Sure she might not be able to punish or reward her students like I can mine, but she can at least "assist" me while she's here. Being my tag team partner in spankings and strap-on DP eventually turned into getting her to stay extra hours at my house with grading, which meant that rather than grabbing a girl ahead of time or leaving for the bar when my head got too clouded with arousal, I just asked in a very commanding voice Jacqueline unbutton my pants and get to work. Still a colleague though, still a colleague.

After graduation, Jacqueline was going to go straight to a prestigious internship in her field, with pay. Then she wouldn't be a colleague. I suggested that she instead take an internship with me. Sure I wouldn't be able to pay her, ever, and no, she would not be getting future employment, or really even work experience in a field she'd want, but it could be indefinite instead of a simple summer. Jacqueline hesitated. She really didn't want to do it. Her parents didn't want her to do it. They kicked her out when she went back home in her new uniform and told them the news. Still, not that it mattered. She was going to do it, and I never had any intention of her going back home for anything other than to pack up. What can I say? I'm a stereotype. I met her parents with a U-Haul truck before our first real date.

The ride was uneventful. I had Jacqueline put on some calming music as I reviewed my notes and agenda for the day. I missed my time for prep so until I had my lunch break I'd be winging most of my classes. I silently pleaded that the Model UN club that uses the room after classes didn't forget to put the AV set up back how they found it. Who am I kidding? They didn't forget; they seemed to actively want to sabotage my classes. No, it is not that I don't know how technology works like other professors. It's that my laptop is school-issued and thus older than half the students who go to this university; if I set it up any other way it'd croak. Maybe I should bully a girl into buying me a new laptop. No, giving me her laptop. Evaluation season is coming up. If that big-titted busybody whore Katherine ends up getting me again I think I'm gonna break my "avoid bossing colleagues rule" and give her a piece of my mind. God, fuck that woman. Wait, did I forget to make coffee? No wonder I'm so cranky. Hopefully, no trollop gets on my bad side today.