Where else?

I nodded my head. "As a matter of fact, Etna, you were. You were being a very naughty girl," I replied in my best authoritive voice. It was a bit...crap...but who cared? It wasn't about my acting skill anyway.

If it were, Etna would beat me by leaps and bounds. Etna put her hands to her cheeks, looking aghast. "Oh no! I didn't mean to cause any trouble," she half cried, half cooed. It was the sort of cutsy voice I would never associate with her. "I'm sooo sorry..."

Sighing, I shook my head. "Etna, you say you're sorry every time," I said, "but this is the fourth time you've done it this month! You were provociative clothing, you, slip items of...phallic nature into your mouth during lectures...for god's sake, you even came in without underwear once!"

Putting her finger to her lip again, Etna looked to the ground. "I was all outta panties that day, Professor...really, I was." "So you said," I replied. "Be that as it may...I think it's time I contacted your parents." Inwardly I winced. If I was a "professor" that meant I was a college student. Calling the parents wasn't something you as punishment anymore.

Etna, however, rolled with it. "Oh, please don't do that, Professor! Mama is running for Mayor this year! If this gets out, her chances will be all ruined!" she protested. I shook my head. "I'm sorry, Etna, but you've **** my hand on this. I have ****," I replied.

Jumping up and down, Etna shook her head. "No, please...isn't there SOMETHING I can do to change your mind...? I saw how you looked at me..." She smiled, licking her lips. "I know you want me...if you promise not to call my parents, I'll make those naughty thoughts of yours come true..."

Now...what sort of professor am I? The sleazy kind who would accept that sort of bribe...? Or the uptight kind who needs a good seducing first?