Hot for Teacher IV (Audio Script)

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“Hallway looks clear…

I think everyone has pretty much already left for winter break.”

“Yeah, that would make sense.

I submitted the final grades on Wednesday.

Cleaned out my office.

Most everyone in my cohort left last week.”

“I’m going to lock this door… just in case.”

“Yeah, good.

Although, you know, we are officially in the clear.

I’ve got the Doctorate degree to prove it.”

“I know, but… old habits.

You might not be my TA anymore, but I still don’t really want to get caught with my pants down at my place of work.”

“Good point.”

“Come here. Congratulations, Doctor .”

“Oh my god, please don’t call me that.

What if I’m on a plane and someone actually needs a doctor?

A PhD in Art History isn’t going to be very helpful in that situation.”

“Maybe not, but sure is fun to throw around.”

“So… our last day on campus together.

Better make the most of it.

Your apartment doesn’t really have the same classroom vibe, Professor .”

“No, I guess it doesn’t. But there’s always my office.”

“True.

I’m going to miss working for you.”

“Mm, so am I.

But it’s time you finally lead your own classroom.

You’ve worked so hard—I really can’t wait to see where it all takes you.”

“Okay, okay, you’re sweet, but you’re killing the mood.

You can get all mushy and congratulate me later.

Right now, I’m looking for something a little… sterner.”

You move away from me and sit down at a desk in the front row.

Just like that… the game is on.

You snap into character.

We planned out every detail of this scene, knowing it’s likely going to be the last time we’ll be at the university together.

You’re not moving or anything, thank god, but you’ll probably start working for a museum or a research institute or something and our little game will have to be played at home.

So… our one last hurrah.

Here it goes.

“Look, I know.

Today’s the last day of the semester… everyone’s already gone for winter break.

Believe me, I don’t want to be here either.

But I can’t let you go until you re-do this exam.

It’s my responsibility as your professor to make sure you know this material.

So… let’s get this over and done with, shall we?”

“I’m really sorry you have to stay late to do this, Professor.

I appreciate it, really—”

“No, no, don’t apologize.

It’s alright.

Like I said, it’s my responsibility as your Professor to make sure that you don’t leave here until you understand the material.”

I lean back against the podium, my hands in my blazer pockets, and watch.

You’re squirming a little, shifting around in your seat, leaning forward and back, crossing and uncrossing your legs every few moments.

You’re struggling.

Just how I like it.

“I’m just… I’m nervous that I’m going to fail this exam again.

I’m awful at taking tests and I really, really don’t want to let you down.”

“Well… if you’re really that worried about it, there might be another way that you can earn a passing grade.”

“Really?

I would do pretty much anything other than take a test.”

“Yeah.

If you could somehow… demonstrate to me that you’ve been attending and listening to my lectures, then I think that would be sufficient to give you a passing grade.”

“Oh my god, yes, please.

Whatever you want me to do.”

“Stand up.

Come over here.”

“Now, I’ve taught you a lot of lessons over the semester.

You’ve done a lot of hard work.

But today you have to really prove to me that you deserve to pass.

Can you do that?”

“Yes, Professor.”

“Good.

Now, I want to see how well you remember everything we covered… while under pressure.”

“This is your favorite toy, isn’t it?”

“Yeah…”

“I thought so.

Put it in for me.”

“Now, go sit down. We’ll start things out slow…”

“Good girl, just get used to it.

Now, in what century did early modern architecture begin?”

“The 20th.”

“Very good.

Who is the designer of the Lincoln memorial?”

“H-Henry Bacon.”

“Good.”

“Okay, you’ve got the basics.

Let’s make things a little more difficult.

Which famous Greek building is supported by six caryatids carved into its false porch?”

“Um… fuck… the E-Erechtheion.”

“Impressive. Very impressive.

Can you tell me who helmed the construction of the Erechtheion?”

“I… um…”

“Hm, guess you don’t know that one, huh?

Well… I’m going to have to punish you.

Come here.

Up to the front again.”

“Turn around.

Lean over the desk.

Hold onto the edge.”

“Professor, I… oh, fuck…

I love when you punish me…”

“I know you do.

Which is why I’m going to have to be extra hard on you today.”

You spread yourself out over the surface of the desk for me.

Legs parted… that tiny skirt barely covering your ass.

I push the edge of your skirt up and pull down your underwear.

“Ready?”

“Mmhmm.”

“Shh, breathe.”

“There you go.

Good girl.

Thank me.”

“Th-thank you.”

“Thank you, Professor…”

Your ass is warm and red just from the brief impact of my hand.

Fuck, the way you look right now…

“Please, fuck me…”

“Oh, I don’t think you’re ready for that yet.

But you can beg for it anyway.”

“Please, Professor, please, fuck me.

I want your cock… please…”

“Yeah?

And why should I fuck you?”