Skipping the weekend

Author's Note: Author's note in the front because I have things to say. First, this break is longer because I had a bit of writer's block. Thanks to xmare for breaking up. Second I consider the previous chapter the last chapter in "Arc 1" of this story. This means I'm kind of going by the seat of my pants now. Also it means Emily's motivations and predicaments are going to change. Mostly I want to make do on the perverted part in the title of this thread. So if you felt like I was toeing the line before you're not going to like where I go now.

Once Diana left there wasn't much to do. The only people I really see on the weekend are Abraham and Mom. I played little bets here and there but overall I'm a gambler, and gambling isn't fun when you know you can win. I'd much rather use the coin to do impossible things then to just win at dominoes. Make no mistake, I did clear Abraham out a couple times. Mostly because he laughed at my new wardrobe when I came over. Mom also had some choice comments but once I told her it was because I lost a bet she shut up.

On Monday I decided I needed a new mission. I had survived the terrible Trenton date, I had scored with Diana, I needed a new project. And that new project was going to be humiliating Dr. Odate.

I had mentioned in passing how bitchy she was but I didn't really make it clear. She sucked. She was rude to all the students, she clearly didn't want to be there, and she was out to make it an adversarial relationship. Less like she was there to teach us and more like she was there to beat us into submission. Like she only taught upper level students. It's not like we were young freshmen who just left home and decided that we owned the world. We had been to college, we understood the responsibility, and most of us respected our teachers. But it didn't matter, she just didn't like us.

I came up to her before class started. I was still used to biking over to the campus, so despite being allowed to sleep in I typically just got there early from Amanda driving me. She was sitting at her desk grading papers.

"Please don't bother me." She rose a hand up without even looking at me. "Please just take your seat and anything you need I can resolve during class."

"Oh you're gonna want to hear this," I said. I was raising and dropping my heels in excitement. "I have a bet." That woke her up. She looked up from her papers, put her pen down, and sat straight up.

"What is it?" She said curtly.

"I bet I can make you orgasm just by French kissing you," I said.

"Pssht," She said. "And what happens when you don't?"

"Um," I didn't want to bet something serious. I was too scared from all the Trenton stuff. "I won't pester you before class anymore."

"You shouldn't do that anyways," She said. "But okay. What do you want if you do win?" I smiled. I decided to swing for the fences on this one. Really do something she would hate.

"I have a kennel at my house." I threw a thumb over my shoulder like I was pointing to it. "If I win, you sleep in there until I graduate. Naked. In nothing but a dog collar."

"That is highly inappropriate!" She said.

"Well, that's the bet." I uncapped some chapstick and started applying it. "Do you agree to it?" I smacked my lips.

"Fine," She said. "But there's no way—"

I pressed my lips against hers and stuffed my tongue down her mouth. I took a good while and started to seriously enjoy it. I took my sweet time and licked all around. I felt the moans she made as I explored her. She tasted glorious. After a long while, I came up for air.

She was trembling. Her cheeks were flushed and she was having her lips to understand just what happened. Sweat glistened off her skin.

"Come by before 10 or I'm putting the kettle outside and you can sleep there," I said, walking away.

Dr. Odate came by around 9, not wanting to risk me leaving her outside early. I had propped the kennel right against the wall across from the foot of my bed so I can get a good look at her. It was a small thing, bought for a dog I had that had long since passed away and was never that big. And decorated it by painting in pink the words BITCH on the front.

"Seriously? Does it have to be so vulgar?" Dr. Odate said.

"Wait until I show you the collar," I said.

It was a thick meaty steel collar. It had a large ring and attached to it an even larger pink bone tag. In white cursive script on the bone was the text "Slut" big enough to see. I went over to put it on Dr. Odate and she backed away.

"Unless you brought your own collar, this is what we have," I said. She **** and weekly gave up her neck. I clasped it around her and it closed with a click. "Now if you're a good bitch, I'll give you the key in the morning."

"Wait. WHAT?" She pulled at the collar with all her might but it wouldn't budge. "Take this off me. NOW." I frowned. I silently grabbed the kettle by the handle and left the room. "Wait, no, where are you going?" Dr. Odate asked, following me. I didn't answer as I walked down the stairs. "I take it back! Please!"

I opened the screen door to the backyard and placed the kennel in the middle of it, facing straight up with the grate to the sky.

"You sleep there now. Until I say otherwise," I said.

"Please." Dr Odate got on her knees. "Don't do this." I stroked her full head of hair.

"This is to teach you respect," I said. "If we don't continue to have problems I'll move you back into the house." She silently wept.

I woke up early in the morning. Amanda wasn't arriving until later but I knew Dr. Odate had to get to class earlier than the students so I woke up early to catch her. I ate my breakfast as I looked at the backyard. Apparently during the night the kennel had fallen such that the bottom was now on top, meaning but however she laid, Dr. Odate was upside down. In the middle of my eggs and toast I heard some banging and went to let her out. I flipped the kennel over from behind and popped open the grate.

"Thank you," She said as I pulled her up. He dusted off her legs and started to stretch. "I'm going to have to get used to how uncomfortable that is." I was already walking back inside so she hurried to follow me. "Now, where are my clothes?" She asked once we were back in the house.

"Oh I donated those," I said as I opened the fridge. "I didn't want them in my house. Cereal?"

"You lady! I may have lost a bet but I will not be disrespected like this!" She stomped her foot. "Get me out of this ridiculous collar and get me some clothes or I will make your life a living hell!"

I just slowly and silently walked up to her and got in her face. Close enough my nose was touching her hair.

"Dr. Odate, I think you forgotten the situation" I said.

"I think you have," She said. "I am your professor! And I will report this misconduct if you don't stop it right now."

"Dr. Odate, you are currently naked in a student's personal house based off of a wager in which you aggressively kissed her. How do you think the administration is going to feel about that? How do you think your boyfriend is going to feel about that?" I pressed on. "More importantly than all of that," I pointed to the kennel outside. "I own that kennel. I control where it goes, which means I control where you sleep. So unless you want to be butt naked in the middle of the local frat's common room for a year and a half, you'll do as I say."

All the fight deflated from her. She was slouching and looking down at the ground. She was trying to look small.

"I didn't—" She started.

"You didn't think," I said. I put a hand on her shoulder. "I know you didn't. Look, we can have a good time about this. Or we can have a bad time about this. You get to decide. But I'm not going to stop what I'm doing. You're just going to have to go along for the ride."

"Please," She said, head down.

"Please what? And be mindful about how much I control right now," I said.

"Please go easy on me?" She looked up.

"Ha, no." I said as I closed the fridge door. "You forfeit your right to cereal. And to borrowing my clothes. You better get to your house quick, or you're going to be late for class. Actually, I bet you will be late. If I'm right, you have to tell all your classes to call you legal first name now. In fact get everyone to call you by it. No more professional surnames for you."

With that Dr. Odate ran off. She grabbed her keys from the key ring and ran to her car in the driveway. I just poured myself a glass of orange juice.