Professor Klein's husband/master

"Darling!" Professor Klein shouted through a curled smile.

Gretchen didn't feel good and for a moment considered getting up and heading for the door, but told herself to relax and see what was going to happen.

The man who walked down the stairs looked friendly enough. He was probably a few years older than Professor Klein, tall and slime with dark grey hair, lighter patches at his temples and a weary but welcoming smile. It didn't make much sense that he was with Professor Bitch.

Then again he was a man, and men were shallow. And the professor was still pretty attractive for a woman her age.

"Gretchen," Professor Klein said, "This is my master. And he's very good at giving out orgasms. He's going to be your master too."

Gretchen wanted to run from disgust, but something about the friendly look of the man and the general situation didn't seem right. Kinky people were supposed to be filthy, white trash, half-naked mongrels. But Professor Klein and this man were full dressed, sophisticated. She could believe that Professor Klein was into some strange things, but that she was a man's submissive, didn't seem right either.

Yet the reality stated to set in as Gretchen noticed some sort of handcuff/collar contraption in the Master's hands.

"I thought you'd have run out of here by now," Professor Klein said. "I'm glad you didn't. Trust me, you'll enjoy this." The man walked up behind her and she turned her head, meeting his and their tongues tangled together in front of Gretchen. Gross.

When they finished, Professor Klein looked at Gretchen with lustful eyes. "Go get her!" she ordered. But instead found her hands being pulled behind her and with a brief snapping or clicking noise, being put into the handcuffs.

Gretchen just looked on curiously. This was all very strange. But she was living in a world of sex-freaks. Luckily she was above all that.

Then the man, giving Gretchen a warm smile, wrapped the contraption's collar around Professor Klein's long neck. The professor seemed most confused of all. "I told you to..."

The man grabbed her ponytail and pulled. Professor Klein was immediately silent, letting out a hiss of pleasure. "You don't tell me to do anything."

"But the plan was..." another pull of the hair, this time undoing the hair tie, Professor Klein's blonde hair messily falling about her face.

"The plan is what I say it is!" The man was somehow simultaneously stern and calming. "You're not my master. I'm your master. And..." he gestured at Gretchen, "She's your master too."

"Excuse me?" Gretchen asked.

"If you want." He clarified.

Gretchen wanted to go home. But she also wanted to pass this class. Not to mention, watching Professor Klein's well-oiled plans fall apart, whatever they might have been, was kinda fun. Still she stayed silent, not knowing what to say.

So the Master explained. "Gretchen is it?" He seemed so nice. "Your professor has been my **** for twenty-three years. And in all that time, she's been taking it out on her poor students. But this is the first time she's brought one home to our bed... or dungeon maybe." Gretchen chuckled at that, though she didn't know why. So he continued. "She had a big idea that she'd give you to me as a gift. But...."

"She's a pretty, skinny gift!" Professor Klein insisted. "Why don't we go back to the original plan!"

The Master slipped something else out of his pocket. It took Gretchen a second to notice that it was a ball-gag. And just like that it was around Professor Klein's face, stuffing her mouth.

So the man could continue. "As I was saying... I just thought for once, one of her students might like to get her back. Would you like to dear?"

Gretchen grimaced. While the thought of punishing her hated professor tickled her a bit, this all seemed too strange. "Actually I think I'd just like to..."

"And then I'll make her give you an A on the assignment." The man added. "She does whatever I tell her to."

That one silenced Gretchen. Is that true? Could she get away with punishing Professor Crazy for a bit and pass on top of it. She looked at her professor inquisitively who, accepting defeat, nodded. It was true. Gretchen stepped forward until she was just a foot from her Professor.

"Give it a try" the man said. "See how it feels. Give her a smack."

Gretchen hesitated. Her teacher certainly deserved it, but she was still her teacher, an authority figure. It felt strange. So Gretchen pulled back her wrist and lightly smacked Professor Klein's cheek. The professor's head didn't budge.

"You can do better than that." the man encouraged. "You honestly think that's all she deserves?" Of course Gretchen didn't. And the Master continued. "If you knew the things she had planned for you today..." Gretchen looked at him curiously. "She wanted to record you talking about how much you hated sex. Then after I dominated you, made you cum and turned you around, record you declaring yourself my little **** slut." Gretchen gritted her teeth. That would have never happened. "She wanted me to whip you, cut you, burn you until you begged for it." Master went on. Anger flickered inside Gretchen. That wouldn't have happened either. "She said you were a cold, confused girl who was afraid to have sex because you'd discover that you were really a perverted slut."

Professor Klein let out something muffled behind her ball-gag.

"That's right" Master remembered, "the phrase she used was 'perverted cunt'"

And Gretchen had had it. She wailed on the Professor's face with a wide, open handed smack that thrust her teachers head sideways and left a beautiful red mark.

How dare she say that about Gretchen! If anyone was the pervert it was Professor Freak. Gretchen was a good girl, a smart girl, well-behaved, not someone who gave into her impulses.

"Do you want to hit her again?" Master asked

"Yes" Gretchen smiled.

And the Master held Professor Klein's face up by her hair as Gretchen smacked it hard again. She tried to be even harder than the last time. The professor let out a little squeak as the red flesh of her cheek met Gretchen's palm. This was all very strange, but somewhat satisfying. Still, Gretchen thought, how could this really be happening?

The master dropped Professor Klein into a kitchen seat. For a moment as he let go of her, Gretchen thought she would run. But she didn't. She just sat silently, waiting.

"Come here." The Master said to Gretchen who obliged and followed him to a kitchen drawer. "Want to have some fun?" He asked as he pulled it open. Gretchen didn't understand why he was going to show him kitchen utensils. And as she looked into the drawer, that's what she saw, forks, knives, wooden spoons, and then other things, chains, candles, pins, needles, something that looked like it gave electrical shocks, items she'd never even seen before and had no idea what they were.

"You know, you're the only student of hers who's ever gotten to do this. You have to represent all the girls who've had to suffer through her assignments for over a decade." The man said. "There's so much more punishing to be done. Take your pick."

And Gretchen stared over the toys of destruction. He was right. There was a lot of punishing to do.