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It had to happen eventually. College doesn’t really do homework like high school, but that doesn’t mean there aren’t any assignments. And my first one has finally been handed to me. I have to start my grades off on a good foot. This will set the tone for my college career. I can do this. It’s not even a large assignment, just a packet of practice problems that need to be turned in by the end of the week. The professor said some of them will be done together during the week, just to make sure everyone has an understanding of how to do the work. But that just means I need to have it done before the next class. This is my first opportunity to impress the professor, so I need to have it worked out as soon as possible. Sure, getting it done early might make me a bit of a teacher’s pet, but that’s a label I’m willing to risk taking on.

I continue to muse on the importance of academic diligence while munching on my dinner of rice, peas, and chicken nuggets. And across from me the professor, my Professor, who has inspired in me this dreadful need to impress sits and smiles pleasantly at me as she also enjoys her home cooked meal.

I’ve always had good grades. Not always the best, I wasn’t valedictorian or anything, but I could hold my own amongst the smartest kids in school. But I have never felt the need to succeed such as it burns through my stomach now. I know it shouldn’t matter. Heck, considering the way things have been going I can’t rule out the possibility that she would get a turn on from having to fail me. There does seem to be a pattern of everything that I think is humiliating turning out to be a kink with her. But this time I need to succeed. Looking back I can acknowledge to myself that it was always a long shot that I would impress her with my maturity or my self reliance. But this is something I should be able to do. I may get flustered enough to do stupid things occasionally, but I am not stupid.

“So, do you want to play tonight?” My heart races at her voice, and the uncertainty of what she means by ‘play’. With her it could mean anything from wild kinky sex to brushing my hair. I want to find out, but… I need to ace this assignment.

“I actually need to study tonight. Maybe another time.”

“Okay. Let me know if there’s anything you need help on.”

“I will.” I lie smoothly, intensely focusing on rolling a single pee onto my fork. We finish our meal and clear the table. As I turn to go to my room for study, Lillian takes me by the hand and pulls me closer to her, wrapping her other arm around my waist and placing a slow gentle kiss on my lips.

She pulls away and looks in my eyes, “Let Mommy know when you have some free time. There are some lessons she wants to give you.” Her hand slips further down to rub my butt firmly.

I glance down from her face, blushing and smiling, and tempted to let Mommy teach whatever it is she has in mind right now. But no. Mommy may be happy to baby and pamper me, but Professor needs to see I am a capable student. “Yes Mommy, I’ll let you know.” I gently pull myself from her embrace and return to my room to study. And spend the next twenty minutes rolling around with my Lopunny body pillow gushing in my mind over Lillian. She’s so hot, so smart, so mature, so damn kinky and into me!

Okay, I can do this. I move to my desk and pull out the problem set. 50 problems, including ones for lessons we haven’t covered yet. If I’m going to impress her, I should have this done by her next class, plenty earlier than the actual due date. Which means reading ahead far enough to understand the next several lessons and completing all 50 questions… by tomorrow afternoon. I can do this… I pick up Alakazam from my desk and put him on my lap. He’s not cute like Abra, but I need his unreasonable intelligence to rub off on me. Let’s do this.

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“And that is the exact process you need to understand in order to solve problems six through fourteen of the assigned packet. I will leave this on the board for a bit if anyone still needs to take notes, but with that class is dismissed.” Professor was so cool, breaking down all these new concepts to make it so easy to understand. Of course, the cram session I did last night covering everything she just taught and more probably helped me understand her.

I’m so excited for my impending praise, I even dressed nicely for it. Well, sort of nice. I pulled out my tartan knee length skirt that I mainly got because it reminded me of one of my characters in game outfit from the in game store. And I paired it with a nice light blue short sleeved blouse with a chest pocket embroidered with a little Pikachu wearing a school uniform. Pretty subtle by the standards of my wardrobe.

Being the last class of the day, even the few people who did need to take notes just snapped quick photos of the board before running off to freedom or self study, but mostly freedom. I stay behind for a bit, ready and waiting for the best moment to impress her. Once it was just me and her, I confidently walk up to her desk in the front and place the completed packet in front of her, smiling happily at her. “Can I turn in the packet early Professor Hemlock?”

Contrary to my daydreams, she just raises her left eyebrow at me. “This isn’t due till the end of the week.”

“I thought I could work ahead, make sure I really had understood the material. I checked my work multiple times against the book, so it should all be correct.” I put my hands behind my back and shuffle nervously from side to side, still smiling but now looking away to the floor. I’m a good student! Praise me teacher!

Professor Hemlock doesn’t smile at me. Instead she stands up and walks to the door, closing it and locking it up. Then she walks briskly back and stands in front of me and puts her hands on her hips, frowning down at me. Panic fills my previously giddy heart. What is wrong, why is she not praising me?

“Is this why you haven’t had time for other things recently? Or did you ignore your other classes to get this done? Did you sleep last night?” She raises her voice a little, clearly upset with me no matter the answer.

“I… I’m sorry. I stayed up late last night. I thought I could get ahead.”

“How late?”

“… one o’clock.” My voice has shrunk and I can feel my eyes begin to tear up.

“One? You need sleep! Were you even able to pay attention in your classes today?”

“I… I wanted to…” I clamp my mouth shut. What did I almost say? I can’t admit this was supposed to impress her with how it’s turning out! Bad mouth! And bad eyes too, suck those tears back in. Nose, I can feel you starting to get runny, get it together! I try desperately to seem nonchalant as my face slowly rebels against me.

“Wanted to what?” Her voice is a bit gentler now. Shit, it’s too late, she wants to know! What else could I have wanted to do with this! Impressing her is the only possible reason I could have wanted to turn it in early, how is that not obvious? Well, I’m happy it’s apparently not, but I can’t hope to come up with a reasonable lie when it’s the only possible motivation I can even imagine at this moment. How did I even manage to decide to come to this college without the knowledge it would bring me to her? I can feel my breath getting ragged with my panic.

“Impress you.” My voice was so quiet I couldn’t hear myself say it over the rush of my own heart beating in my chest. My panicking brain couldn’t come up with a single lie.

In the awkward silence that follows I feel the first full tear begin to roll down my cheek as I stare at my feet. Her hand cups my cheek and wipes the tear away. “It’s okay baby. I’m not mad at you. But, if you’re going to act like a naughty schoolgirl, then as your teacher I do need to provide corrective guidance.” She firmly takes my hand and pulls me to her desk. Her voice is low and stern, but still more gentle than before. “Put both hands on the desk. No, reach further, try and touch the other side.”

I bend over the desk along its length, having no chance of reaching the other end without crawling on it. But if this will help Professor forgive me… she lifts my skirt up and folds it onto my back, exposing my Pikachu and Eevee panties. I can’t believe it. I’m devastating myself trying to impress her, and she’s trying to make another kink of hers come true? I should be mad. I know that. I’m more than an emotional toy she can break down into tears and then fuck better to satisfy her weird and varied care-taker kink.

I look over my shoulder to give her a piece of my mind. “Please Professor, I don’t want to be naughty anymore. Please help me be a good girl.” I love you Professor, if it pleases you make me your toy!

I flinch as she lands a solid spank to my butt. It stings but she is clearly holding back. I wag my butt at her, “please Professor, punish me more.” She spanks me four more times before stopping and rubbing her crotch against my butt.

“I think a cute little school girl like you needs a bit more than just a spanking.” I feel her pull down my panties, and she quickly has her penis out to rub up against my pussy.

“Professor! You’re my teacher, should you be doing this to your student?” My eyes are still a little wet from my earlier tears, but I try my best to look back at her and bat my eyes at her… although I’m not sure I’m doing it right. I guess I just, blink slowly at her?

She seems to like it. “Of course, you said yourself you are my student. A teacher should always be hands on in their pupil’s education.” She slides into me and begins rocking her hips slowly into me. “And cute little naughty students should focus… and learn… the shape… of their teachers… cock.” She increases her tempo, grabbing my ass and shoving one of her thumbs inside. I try and show my appreciation for her firm guidance by lifting my butt upwards in time with her thrusts, giving her the best possible access to my naughty pussy.

As she continues to pound her lesson into me, I try desperately to keep this game going. “Please teacher, help my pussy… remember your cock… forever.” She seems to really like dirty talk. I wasn’t confident in it, but I would enthusiastically try. Her other hand reaches down and begins to furiously flick across my clit, making me moan even louder.

“The best… memory aid… for naughty little pussys… is a nice warm cream pie!” I shudder and moan as her warmth begins to fill me up. I’m so happy Professor teaches me so much.

She pulls out of me and puts herself away. Still catching my breath I stay across her desk with my skirt up and pussy out. She leans down to speak in my ear, “when we get home, I have more lessons for my baby girl.”

I’ve always been a good student… but I am beginning to see the appeal of being naughty.