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  What about his marital situation? I still was not sure about that. I could not find him on any social media sites. The bio at the college did not describe his personal life. I was ambivalent ethically about being the other woman and thought it was better to avoid that situation. It would be bad karma and someone could do that to me in the future. But, would I be able to keep my resolve?

  My mood hadn't felt this good in a while. I didn't feel that dreary state of being the pathetic, divorced school teacher destined to a life of drudgery and living in a house full of cats. Even if it was episodic, I could feel deeply once again and have ecstatic moments that relieved me from the flatness of fulfilling my daily responsibilities.

  When I was walking to my car after work, Jenny who teaches art stopped me. "You seemed happier today," she said. I told her that I felt that going back to school was good for me. "Maybe your luck is changing," she mysteriously smiled and laughed.

  Back at home, I worked more on the draft for my review for Friday and looked at the bracelets I'd wear. Men have always complimented the shape of my hands and I wanted to accentuate them. I picked out a scented body lotion that smelled like vanilla. The voice in my head was scolding me, "You are in school for an education, not to be a tramp."

  I mentally replied," Well, I am an educated tramp and I know that's what he likes."

  Chapter 5 The Appointment With My Professor

  I could hardly get through the day at work today. I was going to change my outfit at home right after school and then get to see Dr. Sherin. At school, one of my students, Robin, was in tears. I was able to get her to open up to me privately during the first snack break. "Ms. Harris, my dad left my mom," Robin sobbed. I hugged her and told her that I knew she and her mom were very strong. Was this an omen that I should reflect on the consequences of my behavior? Would I be wrecking Dr. Sherin's family? I rationalized my flirtatious fantasies by telling myself that I could be enhancing his family life by giving him renewed energy, humor and bliss.

  I knew this was a big lie though as I really hoped to make him think of me and constantly long for me after our meeting. I wanted him to be filled with a romantic hunger that could only be satisfied by taking me with his firm hands. And I didn't care if his fantasies about me would rob his time with his family. In fact, I hoped he'd be distracted. Yikes, maybe I really am a bad person.

  I unlocked my door and found my sexy clothing ready to jump into. I sprayed on the fragrance, ate a quick yogurt so my stomach wouldn't grumble and did some final eyebrow tweezing. A pang of doubt started to haunt me. This wasn't a date, it was an appointment to review my writing draft. What if that is all he wanted? Would I have to return to my lifeless shell again not only lonely, but humiliated? Even if he wasn't married, was I his type? There were so many attractive students and many are so much younger and sluttier.

  My hands were shaking a bit as I grabbed my paper draft and jumped in the car. When I got to campus, I ran to the bathroom to check my foundation as well as mascara, adjusted my shirt to be tighter and pulled my skirt higher. I put some glimmer over my lip gloss and swayed back and forth to see the way my necklace would fit in my cleavage.

  When I knocked on Dr. Sherin's door I was trembling a bit. One of the top scholars was going to be looking over my paper and also my body. He opened the door and I saw a Bob Dylan CD cover on his desk. I could see that he noticed my breasts through my shirt and the necklace dangling in my cleavage. Dr. Sherin made a conscious attempt to shift to my paper and I handed it to him to look over. After looking at the first page, he asked me if I was fascinated by infidelity. I told him that it was very exciting to me, but also there were ethical concerns. Dr. Sherin said, "My wife was unfaithful and we no longer live together." I was elated to hear that, but said, "I know it must be painful because my husband and I split up too." Dr. Sherin said that there was no intellectual chemistry with his wife. I said, "Joey didn't understand my love for Chopin and reading sonnets. We would be next to each other, but our minds were so separated. Nothing could feel so alone." Dr. Sherin nodded and put his glasses on his desk.

  "I know you appreciate the classics, but I also sense that you haven't been able to feel like a woman in a long time and to release your feminine side", he whispered gently. "Why do you keep pushing it away?"

  I felt flustered that he could read me so well.

  He said in a commanding voice, "Please stand up and walk over to me." I could do nothing but listen to his instruction. He placed his hand on my back and made small circles on my lower spine. "I was having a difficult concentrating on reading your paper because the outline of your nipples was distracting me. Why are you being so naughty? You need to get on your stomach now over my knees."

  I was stunned. Was he thinking of spanking me? I was never spanked before in my life and he hasn't even kissed me yet. But, I was getting very wet and immediately complied. This was not the way I thought things would be going at all!

  "You are shy, but you've been a bad girl for trying to excite your professor. You need to be disciplined for this. Don't you know how to behave yourself?"

  This was a completely unexpected turn of events for me. Was he going to pull down my thong and actually spank me? This is a man who publishes in international journals. My heart was racing with excitement, lust and fear as he pulled my skirt up and tore my thong off.

  He gave me a gentle tap on my bare butt and told me that next time he would see me that I need to wear a bra that hides my nipples. "You need to apologize to me now for being a seductive distraction," he said forcefully as he continued to spank me.

  I was so turned on and simultaneously humiliated by the spanking. I knew that I was trying to stop him from concentrating on the editorial process of discussing my paper. He speaks at conferences and is respected around the nation. Was I trying to diminish his analytical capacity by being a classless whore?

  "I'm so sorry," I purred.

  "Tell me that you are sorry for being a little whore," he commanded.

  "I'm sorry for being such a slut," I said. Then I hesitated. I don't know why, but I had to blurt out, "But, I just can't help it."

  I felt contrite, but I also was proud that I was tantalizing him.

  "Then you need another spanking until you learn your lesson," he said sternly as he masterfully hit my bottom again and again.

  I felt that my juices were flowing out of me and that I was needing to be filled so desperately. He was not someone I could manipulate and that itself made me very excited. But, I also was scared to be with a real man.

  "It's time to get on your knees," he demanded. I got under his desk and he unzipped his fly and whipped out his manhood. "This is what you need now for being so undisciplined and sassy," he whispered he put his cock in my mouth. It was huge and I let it slide all the way to the back of my throat. He moaned and told me that I was his little slut. I felt so proud and turned on, but also demeaned. I liked being reprimanded and being put in my place. I knew I deserved to be scolded and punished for trying to tempt a brilliant man. Why did this all feel so right?

  "I just want to please you," I managed to get out breathlessly between his thrusts down my throat.

  He abruptly pulled his warm cock out of my mouth and then told me to get on my back on his couch. I was lubricating so much and wanted to just pull him inside of me as my pussy was dripping and yearning for him.

  I reached up to pull his body towards me. He pinned my arms down with his and said, "You still like to be the boss, don't you. You need to obey your teacher. I can see you have never been with a real man."

  As he pinned my arms down he teased me by entering my pussy with his large cock and pulling out quickly. "Please, fill me. Please," I begged.

  "I'm your master now and I will fill you when it's the right time," he answered. He continued to tease me but touching my clit making little circles and drifting up to my inner thigh.

  I was aching so much. "I'm so empty and need to be fucked," I begged. A tear fell out o
f my eye as the longing for him deepened.

  "You need to learn who you are," he said sternly as he continued to stroke my clit and excited me. "Waiting till I say it is time is what you need to learn. You always try to get your own way and that is your problem. "

  I am not good at waiting, but I knew he was my teacher now and if I pouted he'd make me wait longer to be filled by him. I could not manipulate my way out of this. This frightened me but also seemed right.

  Tears were falling out of my eyes as I needed his manhood so badly inside me. Was he going to keep teasing me? I already knew that I loved him so much. His cock was strong and perfect like him.

  He saw that I knew I was no longer in control and then he fully entered my wet pussy and let me moan. "Oh, oh , oh, I've been waiting for you for so long," I cried out.

  "I will teach you how to be a woman," he whispered as he held me and I climaxed with a cascade of little screams. He continued to plunge himself into me and his cum exploded seconds later deep inside my pussy with a succession of groans. Our juices merged and spilled over my thighs and we truly merged on all levels. My femininity was unlocked and I felt a deep contentment.

  "Should I call you Dr. Sherin," I asked playfully.

  "You can call me Josh. I think you are ready to let go and live from your soft side," he said lovingly. "But your soft side has to be cultivated more. Your next lesson is on Tuesday. You need to throw out that old bra. I will text you what to wear for your tutoring session on Monday night".

  We hugged and our eyes met. I never felt so fulfilled and free.

  Table of Contents

  Chapter 1 New Beginnings

  Chapter 2 Reflections

  Chapter 3 Back In School

  Chapter 4 The Day Before Our Meeting

  Chapter 5 The Appointment With My Professor

 

 

  Laura Westor, Sabrina's Surrender (A New Journey)

 

 

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