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Subject: {ASSM} "Bracelet" (ff, ds, sm) by deirdre -- reposted by H. Jekyll and PleaseCain
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"Bracelet"  (ff, ds, sm)

by deirdre


*****

NOTE: We are not the authors of this story.  "deirdre" was the
enigmatic queen of Usenet sex stories in the mid-1990s.  She posted 156
stories in just over two years, using an anonymous remailer and
apparently *never* corresponding with anyone.  She was last heard from
in late April 1996.  We will repost all 156 stories, with comments by
her, in alphabetical order, between now and the 10th anniversary of her
"retirement." In the coming months, we will announce a "deirdre-fest"
for next Spring.  Meanwhile, enjoy!

To contact us: h_jekyll2000@yahoo.com, or PleaseCain@aol.com.


*****

Disclaimer: my stories, like the private sex fantasies of many people,
often depict "breaking some rules." Do not read this story if you
believe fantasy stories should never depict situations undesirable in
real life.  Be warned that you may not be comfortable with the sexual
situations.  Do not read this story if you are less than 18 years of
age.

Permission granted to archive, repost, or publish in low-cost CD-ROM
archives of alt groups.  Permission granted to publish in periodicals
and anthologies of this type of material if attributed to deirdre and
an author's payment is sent to AIDS research in the name of deirdre.
-- deirdre


Bracelet

by deirdre


I've always been a good student, making just about straight A's.  I
remained a virgin all the way through high school and my freshman year
of college, but not because I'm not good looking--I've seen the way
boys look at me.  It is really because I've always been a
goody-two-shoes, maybe because I concentrate so much on being a good
student...or maybe it's the other way around.

Anyhow, my sophomore year I had an english professor, Ms. Palmer, who I
greatly admired.  I didn't have her as a freshman, but she spoke to us
during freshman orientation and I liked her, and she had a reputation
for being strict and challenging (though that is not the way a lot of
students put it) and I hate being bored in class.  She is very
attractive, taller than average, very slender, with dark hair, brown
eyes, and smooth tan skin.  I found I wanted very much to be like her.

Well, you might think I immediately did well in her class, but as luck
would have it, I didn't.  She gave us an assignment the very first day
due the second meeting of class and told us she was very strict about
expecting assignments when they are due.  As luck would have it, I had
a lot of other work to do, then an emergency arose the evening before
class and I ran out of time.  Me!  The person who is never late with
assignments!

Well, I was nervous getting into class and I found out what a comfort
it is when a lot of other students don't have the work done either.
However, Ms. Palmer grew angry and told us we were getting just one
more chance to make up the work and do the next assignment.  I knew
this was probably a technique of hers to help her class get off on the
right foot, but it still made me very nervous and I wasn't used to
being in such a position.

I fully expected to be caught up by the next class, but lightning
struck twice, and once again I wasn't prepared!  When she collected the
assignments, she made note of those who didn't turn any in and
instructed us to see her after class.  It turned out to be just me and
a guy named Jason.  I didn't really know Jason very well, but he was
something of a rebellious smart aleck and I wouldn't have put it past
him to have skipped the assignment on purpose just to see what would
happen.  In any case, he was certainly more used to this situation than
I was.  After class, Ms. Palmer instructed us to go to her office to
meet with her.  We walked over, not saying much to each other.  Jason
looked like he hadn't a care in the world, and I felt like the world
was crashing down on me.  We finally got there and stood around her
door waiting for her.  Jason teased me a little, seeming to realize
that I was never in this position.  Then he seemed to relent, perhaps
noticing how nervous I was.

Finally Ms. Palmer arrived and ushered us into her office.  We sat in
front of her desk, which she sat behind, then proceeded to lecture us.
She started telling us about extra work she expected us to do and what
would happen if we were late on the next assignment, and again I wanted
to die of embarrassment: this never happened to me!  I usually did
extra work on my own, and here Ms. Palmer my idol, was assuming that I
needed to be forced to do anything!  Jason seemed to be taking it in
stride--in fact you couldn't tell if he was even paying any attention!
He was looking this way and that way around the office.  Finally he
spoke up when Ms. Palmer paused: "That's an interesting bracelet," he
said pointing at a bracelet that was sitting on her bookshelf.  I
thought Ms. Palmer would explode at his obviously superfluous comment,
but she sat there for a couple seconds with an unreadable expression on
her face, then said, "I suppose it is," then returned to telling us
about the extra work she was going to expect.  If anything, she seemed
less mad--perhaps even a little nervous.  Jason interrupted her saying,
"It's rather cold for a Wednesday in June." This was really weird,
being a Friday in September, and a warm one, but what happened to Ms.
Palmer was even more weird.  She turned white as a sheet and said
nothing.  She stared into space, but Jason seemed to be trying to get
her to make eye contact with him.  "That was a long time ago," she
said.  I found it all confusing.  Jason looked at his watch--in fact, I
think he pointedly continued to stare at it.  Ms. Palmer started
looking very nervous, then said, "she has to leave." I gathered she was
talking about me!  Jason said nothing, but put his arm back down and
looked at Ms. Palmer who looked right back at him, but with a very
different expression than she wore earlier.  "Please?" she said.  There
was pleading in her voice.  "No," said Jason, and there was a steel in
his voice I hadn't heard before, "She ought to stay."

Then Ms. Palmer did something I never would have believed if I hadn't
seen it.  She stood up and started taking her clothes off!  Suddenly I
was very nervous, but I was also frozen in my chair--I couldn't believe
this!  She quickly took off everything, and I could tell she was
avoiding eye contact with me, then came around the desk, and lay over
it facing away from us with her rear hanging off the edge and her legs
hanging and her feet on the floor!  She supported herself a bit on her
elbows and looked away from us.

I couldn't believe what was happening, and part of me wanted to flee,
but I was fascinated too!  There was Ms. Palmer's body spread out
before me: slender, smooth, beautiful, and dare I say it, submissive
and sensual.  Jason looked at me and there was laughter in his eyes, as
if he were thinking "What do you think of your favorite teacher now?"
My eyes went wide when he unbuckled his belt.  But he didn't get
undressed--he pulled the belt out of his jeans, and doubled it over,
and I realized that he was going to whip Ms. Palmer with it!  But he
didn't, at least not right away.  He laughed an evil little giggle,
then handed the belt to me.  I took it, and stared at it, and stared at
Ms. Palmer's ass.  "Put your head down," said Jason, and she folded her
arms and put her head face down over them.  I did nothing, but in my
mind I was whipping Ms. Palmer's rear.  Somehow, it excited me, but it
didn't make sense.  But on the outside, I still stood there staring as
if I were hypnotized.  Jason said, "Go ahead--I'll bet you had good
reasons for not getting your work done and she deserves a little
lesson."

I still stood there, frozen.  Finally, I squeaked out, "Please let me
go!"  Jason laughed again, took the belt back and waved his hand
saying, "Go ahead!   You're free to do as you please!" I immediately
darted for the door, slipped out and shut it again.  I stood in the
hall nervously, looking back at the door.  Nothing happened.  Then I
heard a "smack" followed by a short grunt, then more smacks, but with
nothing but silence in between.  I wondered whether I should go back
in.  And stop it? And watch? And do it? Finally, I left it as quickly
as I could, went back to my dorm and locked the door.  I lay on my bed
and rubbed my cunt and masturbated.

After that, Ms. Palmer never called Jason or me out for anything.  She
went over to Jason's apartment frequently.  Jason told me that I ought
to come over and visit when Ms. Palmer was there.  He even offered to
come by and get me, just to encourage me to come.  He also told me a
phrase that he said would make Ms. Palmer do anything I told her to do.
 It made me feel funny around her, especially if we were alone.  Jason
also told me he told Ms. Palmer that I knew a "password" that she had
to obey.  I noticed her looking at me both nervously and expectantly
sometimes, but I never tried anything.  However, I masturbated a lot
that year, always with the memory of Ms. Palmer's nude form in my
mind's eye.

-- 
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