Brenda - Part 3 M/F

[Continued from Part 2]

Professor Theron turned to face Brenda. She was still in the corner, hands on her head, panties about her knees like he placed her. He half smiled. She looked so cute like that. Then his face went hard again. Cheating, lying, those were two things that really got his blood boiling. He spent twice as much time as other professors in office hours because he really cared for his students. There was every opportunity to ask for help. Many a time before he had arranged for extra tutoring or even had tutoring sessions himself to help a student particularly stumped with his material. So in his mind, there was no excuse for cheating.

And lying was a sin that he placed high on his list of sins. He always felt that integrity was not emphasized enough to todays younger. Well it looked like he would be doing a bit of his special "tutoring" today.

"Brenda, turn around," he said in a stern voice. She seemed smaller as she turned to face him. Maybe it was because she she was wearing socks and panties and the slimmest of blouses. That blouse had looked so cute in the morning but suddenly felt precariously about to float away. Brenda felt very weak. The ordeal of standing in the corner in plain sight of the other students had taken it's toll. There was no attempt at subterfuge, no scheming. She just wanted this to be over. But she also dreaded what was to come.

Brenda - Part 2 M/F

[Continued from Part 1]

Inside the office, Professor Theron was busy answering questions. It alwasy got busy right before midterms. He even helped some students with their projects for other classes. That's just the type of person he was. He glanced at the clock and noticed the hour.

"I'm sorry everyone, but todays office hours is over. I'd be happy to answer more questions but I have some business to attend to. If you like, you can wait outside while I take care of this. It'll  probably take about half an hour."

The students glanced at each other with perplexed looks. Shrugging, they walked outside still discussing amongst themselves the different homeworks. Outside, Brenda shrank down in embarrassment. One of the male students had glanced down at her with a questioning look. Was *she* the business to attend to? Brenda hoped they'd go away. Maybe to the cafe for a coffee. Surely, they wouldn't wait outside!

She didn't have a chance to watch them further as she heard Dr. Theron come outside. His stern gaze motioned her inside. With her head down in embarrassment she quickly scurried in, her arms holding her books tightly across her chest. She barely noticed the other students watching the whole event with wide eyed wonder.

Brenda - part 1 M/F

Brenda glumly sat on the bench in the hall while chattering students rushed about. She closed her eyes in an effort to calm her stomach. She didn't know what was in store for her but she knew it was bad. She closed her eyes in an attempt to calm her stomach and reflected on the the events which she regretted oh so much.

***

Last month her statistics professor, Dr. Theron, had assigned the class a midterm project. It wasn't all that difficult, even though Brenda hated math. But it was tedious, which she hated even more. Of course, it was exactly the type of project that Dr. Theron liked to assign.

Dr. Theron was a relatively new member of the faculty. He was younger than the average professor. At least, younger looking. Brenda didn't quite know how old he was. All she knew was that she was hopelessly infatuated with him. She wasn't usually attracted to faculty, but something about him was different. He was handsome of course, but there was something about him that really drew her. Maybe it was because most of the guys she dated were brainless frat boys, always loud and boisterous. Each one trying to out do the other, and loudly telling outrageous stories in obvious attempts to impress her. Dr. Theron on the other hand was quite the opposite. He carried himself with an understated self confidence. In class, he lectured quite efficiently, expressing all the mathematical theorems in ways that the liberal arts majors could understand quite well. He spoke with quiet authority but would raise his voice when needed. Woe be the student who forgot her homework. A raised tone and a hard look was all it took to reduce the student to an blushing apologetic mess. But he was fair and an enthusiastic teacher and so well liked.