You protest, but it's pathetic

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. Your 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.

He stares at you, letting his eyes roam over your body, lingering on the ripeness of your flesh, letting your anxiety build.

"Pull your skirt up over your ass Miss Carter," he orders. "If you're going to show yourself off, do a thorough job of it." He smiles coldly at you, and the flush that rises over your flesh.

"And once you've done that, you can bend over my desk."

Gasping, you look at him with complete shock. "You can't be serious...? I came here over dressed yes... but I will not lower myself to such a wanton level." But your most treasured area between my thighs was dripping with nectar, belying my defiance. You feel sure that your white panties were soaked and that your sweet scent was filling the room. You bite your bottom lip and clench your thighs together.

He moves closer to you, only inches away, looking down into your face, smelling the aroma of your arousal, smiling at your unease. Holding your eyes with his, he slides his hand up your arm, feeling you shiver at his touch.

"Miss Carter, let me make myself very clear," he tells you in a voice soft with menace. "You will pull up your skirt. And you will bend over my desk. Those are your only options if you want to stay in this course. Frankly, they are your only option if you want to stay in school." Your eyes grow even wider and you tremble, fighting tears. "Choose quickly, Miss Carter," he tells you, his voice a velvet threat.