You obey

You look at him in horror, you chin trembling. You can't believe what's happening, and you wish you'd put more effort into your paper so you wouldn't be in this predicament. You look at his stony face for any sign of mercy but seen nothing except icy disregard.

"Please Professor," you whimper, pleading with wide eyes. "Please don't."

"Take off the bra Miss Carter. Let's see what you've got. Either that or get out."

With a little gasping sob you reach up and open the front clasp of your bra, cupping your ripe breasts in both hands and slowly exposing yourself. You nipples, each pierced with a steel bar are stiff and hard, and you blush at the thought that your body is responding to his controlling degradation.

He looks you over, nodding his head but not otherwise reacting. You tremble slightly at his unflinching gaze, not used to no reaction at all from the display of your luscious flesh. The men and boys who have been lucky enough to see your tits have all been appreciative, and not just stared coldly at you. You find yourself excited by his iciness, even as you feel growing unease.

"Take off the skirt too. Let's see the whole package."

"Professor..." you start to protest, your voice quavering.

"Now Miss Carter!" he snaps, his voice impossible to disobey. You unzip your skirt and let it fall to the floor, standing before him in only your heels and a wisp of thong. You cover your breasts with one hand, looking at him with trepidation, feeling like a bunny looking at a fox.

"Put your hand down. Turn around and show me everything." You bite your lip, but obey, slowly turning to show off your ripe young body, looking at him over your shoulder as you do. His dark, compelling eyes watch you, his face showing no sign of emotion as your belly flutters with excitement.

"Strip off the panties," he orders, and without hesitation you obey, rolling them down your thighs as you gaze at him, unable to take your eyes from his face. You can feel your nectar flowing, excited by his scornful regard, feeling utterly dominated by him.

"Pierced nipples and shaved cunt," he observes. "Quite the harlot aren't you Miss Carter?"

"No sir..." you protest feebly. "I just...like to look...pretty..."

"You look like a whore Miss Carter. And you are a whore. You came to class looking to use your body to get an easy mark. Your mistake was in thinking that all you had to do was show it."

"No...no Professor...I didn't..."

"You did Miss Carter. You saw an older man who you thought would be easy prey for a short skirt and a flash of cleavage and a few flirting smiles. You thought that was all the whoring you were going to have to do. You were wrong Miss Carter. Now you can deliver on the promises you've been making." He continues to stare at you coldly as he unzips his pants.

"Get on your knees and show if you can suck cock like a whore."