Pet Teacher (Futa x Female, Fdom, Non-Con/Blackmail)

“Miss Wilder, is there something you want to share with the class?”

The sharp tone of Bev Dixon’s interjection left no doubt as to the English teacher’s displeasure, and though the rest of the class was instantly cowed into expectant silence, the airy chatter from the back of the classroom did not cease. The curvy blonde’s stern frown only deepened as she waited impatiently for an answer, but when none was forthcoming, she repeated herself, louder this time.

“Miss Wilder.”

The class turned to look at the object of Professor Dixon’s ire, a raven-haired, buxom coed wearing too-dark makeup and loudly chewing on some gum while she and her neighbor laughed crassly over some private joke. This time however, the whip of Professor Dixon’s voice managed to pull the girls from their discussion, and Judith Wilder shot her a bored, too-sweet smile.

“Yes, Miss Dick-son,” she drawled, purposely dragging out the teacher’s name to a few nervous laughs, “Did you want me for something?”

The innuendo was blatantly obvious from the way Judith eased back in the chair, making her generous breasts strain against the worn flannel shirt she wore. Buttons pulled taut, and her impossibly-deep cleavage threatened to burst completely out of her top. Not a few of the boys in the class let out jeering whistles and turned more fully to oogle the brazen young woman, but Judith wasn’t paying any of them a whit of attention. Her brilliant green eyes were fixed firmly on Bev Dixon’s face, and twinkled with amusement at the furious blush that surged across the teacher’s cheeks.

“You and your friend will be silent,” Miss Dixon said flatly, “or you will continue your discussion outside.”

“Oh, I’m sorry miss Dick-son,” Judith smiled, “Everyone tells me I’m way too loud; I had every RA in Taft Hall pounding on my door the other night, I was so loud.”

Uproarious laughter, and Professor Dixon’s blush only darkened still. She stood there furiously for a moment, glaring at Judith, and then she said, “I will see you after class, Miss Wilder. Not another word out of you.”

“Or any of you!” she snapped to the rest of the class, cutting off their laughter and plunging the room once more into frigid silence. Bev panned a scathing glare across all the faces of her English 101 class before turning back to her whiteboard and resuming her lecture on the structure of epic poetry. Behind her back, a few students offered Judith a few congratulatory grins and winks, but everyone fell into place, and the lesson continued without further interruption.

From her seat, Judith pursed her lips in icy scorn. She couldn’t stand Bev Dixon, and the two of them had butted heads since the semester began. Already harboring intense disrespect for most brands of authority, it didn’t help Judith’s temperament that Miss Dixon was far younger than most of her other professors, and far better looking to boot. Though she insisted on wearing a smart pantsuit most days on campus, it was clear even through the drab clothing that the young teacher was a serious knockout. Short blonde hair done up in a free and easy bob, pretty blue eyes hidden behind dark-rimmed glasses, and a figure that was nearly as curvy as Judith’s own.

She was cute, sexy, and smart; basically three traits that Judith would only tolerate in one of her various fucktoys, and even then, the ‘smart’ part was hardly necessary. In a teacher, especially one as aloof as Bev Dixon, it just made Judith all the more eager to goad her into exploding.

She made no effort to take notes or do anything even somewhat productiv

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