Chapter 3

Whamm!

Laura was in such a hurry to leave the General Classroom building unseen that she collided with someone in the hall. She looked down at the middle aged lady on the floor, lying face down in a pile of scattered papers.

Laura sat there staring up the woman's dress at her stocking and panties.

'Oh no! It's Dr. Adams, ' Laura thought, as she recognized the sharp features of the woman as she turned around. It was bad enough that Laura had crashed into one of the strictest teachers on campus, but to make matters even worse, Laura had skipped Dr. Adams class while she was in the bathroom with 'Black Boots'.

"Oh... My papers! Laura, don't just stand there gawking girl, pick them up!" Dr. Adams demanded, as she started to stand up, gesturing at the papers that were scattered about on the floor.

Quickly, Laura turned, bent down and began picking up the pile of papers. As she did, she gave Dr. Adams a wonderful view of her wet gaping sex. Every time Laura bent over to pick up another paper, her tiny breasts would jiggle delightfully beneath her stretchy shirt.

An astounded Dr. Adams looked on with amazement. Here was Laura, the most professional student in all her classes, with no underwear on, freely exposing her apparently recently used sex to all the world.

Seeing this Doctor Adams ordered, "Laura! We need to talk. Please step into my office. Right now! And then have a seat."

Dr. Adams held the door open for the reluctant, bedraggled girl.

Laura knew this wasn't going to end well, but she had no choice; she followed the directions and sat demurely waiting for a stern lecture from her professor.

"Laura, you've always been a good student of mine. Frankly, however, as a teacher and a feminist, I am a very disturbed about several things I'm noticing about you today. If I had caught any of my other students in a similar situation, I would have them expelled immediately. But because of your previous accomplishments, I'm going to let you attempt to give me a reasonable explanation of this behavior."

"Now, why are you not wearing underwear? And why is your obviously recently-used vagina so swollen and wet? And why did you choose to miss my class for these deviant activities?"

'This is worse than I thought, ' Laura thought, panicking. 'She has spotted everything. I can't tell her about what happened in the bathroom or I will be expelled. So I better try to make up a good lie.'

"Well ah... Dr. Adams, uh... I've been having some feminine problems see. Um... so my doctor has ordered me not wear any underwear for the next couple of weeks. Er, she said my, ah, mucous membranes were inflamed and producing... extra s-s-secretions."

"So my vagina needs to, um, ah, air out, to relieve my, er, condition. I tried to wear p-p-panties to your class anyway, but I had such irritations, that I had to spend an extra long time in the bathroom. I was in such distress that I just had to take them off and go back to the dorm. That's why I was in such a hurry when I bumped into you in the hall. See..."

Laura opened her bag to show Dr. Adams Monique's panties that she had worn and removed, as if this proved her story.

However, Dr. Adams keen, bespectacled eyes saw not one, but two pairs of panties.

Dr Adams thought to herself, 'I thought I was going to have to get her expelled for letting one of our male students convince her into forgoing her education and setting back the women's movement. But this! This is a very interesting situation.' Dr Adams pondered over her student, and wondered how far she could take advantage of this situation.

"Laura, get over here and sit down on my desk. I'm not sure I believe you," Dr. Adams said, as she patted a clear spot at the front of her glass-topped wooden desk.

'Oh, no! What is this old bitch up to?' wondered Laura as she placed both her hands on the desk and proceeded to lift herself up to sit on top as ordered.

In the meantime, the older woman grabbed the hem of the young girl's pink miniskirt and pulled it up to her waist as soon as the little beauty lifted her feet off the ground.

A shocked Laura struggled to pull her skirt back down, but her ass clung to the slick surface of the glass making the task impossible without standing back up. Then her professor proceeded to raise Laura's tight shirt over her small breasts.

"Wait. Stop! What are you doing?" Laura cried, as she struggled with Dr. Adam's strong hands.

"Get those hands down girl! There's no need to be afraid. "I'm a woman too, and I've seen what you have hundreds of times. As a matter of fact, I've seen much bigger and more developed ones than you have anyway. Why, you are positively tiny!"

"Humph. You sit here telling me some concoction of yours about not wearing panties because your vagina is wet. Ha! I may be getting old, but I didn't just fall off the turnip wagon, girl!"

"You must realize that I can't very well believe every story that I'm told without seeing some sort of evidence. So unless you happen to have a doctor's note with you, I'm afraid I must see this condition of yours for myself."

Laura knew she didn't have a doctor's note, nor could she get one. So she was going to have to tolerate this crazy woman's manipulations, at least for now.

Then Dr Adams rounded her desk, walked to the door of the office and locked it. As she did Laura could see the outline of Dr Adams's french- cut panties through her skirt. This sight and her imagination of this dominant older woman, clad in only garters and panties, caused Laura's sex to begin to drip once again.

She could only sit there and wait patiently with her legs crossed astightly together as she could keep them, while her hands cupped her small breasts.

'Oh no! Not again, ' Laura thought. She was horrified that she could feel her wetness flowing onto the glass surface of the desktop below her, as she once again felt her lust for panties.

Dr. Adams struggled to keep her expression neutral as she turned around to regard the beautiful, half-naked, blushing blonde perched obediently on her desk.

"Young lady, now I'm going to have to look at you to be sure you are telling me the truth. So follow my instructions to the letter, okay?"

"Yes Ma'am." replied Laura.

"Very good. Now I want you to lean back and grab the other edge of the desk with both of your hands."

Laura let go of her breasts and leaned backwards grabbing the desk as instructed. She looked down at the effect this was having on her exposed breasts.

It caused her orbs to get pulled back and lifted up, making her appear as flat chested as an elementary schoolgirl. After seeing her like this, she knew Dr. Adams would never see her as a grown woman again. She'd always just be a little flat-chested girl from now on.

"Good girl. Now don't blush so. Sure your chest is not as well developed as the other girls, but your small breasts are still attractive... to some... in a way. Ha, ha! I hear some people are attracted to mosquito bites!"

Laura wanted to crawl under a rock. She had always been ashamed of her cup size, but was able to hide it with push-up bras and a little padding. Yet, today, her tiny girl-sized orbs had been exposed to criticism of not one, but two separate women. Her blush reddened deeper and moved down to her bare breasts as a throb of pleasure stabbed through her sex.

'Why does it turn me on so, when another woman makes fun of me?' Laura wondered.

"Now, I want you to keep your feet together, and then bring your legs up and rest your heels on the front edge of the desk."

An amused Dr. Adams watched Laura struggle to assume the required position. All the while the older woman felt her own sex grow wetter.

As Laura leaned back on her arms, struggling to keep her knees together and pointing straight up, Dr. Adams moved closer.

"That's a good girl. Now spread your knees," the older woman now ordered, placing her cold palms on both of Laura's knees.

Keeping her eyes tightly shut as tears threatened to fall, Laura slowly spread her legs slightly open.

"Tsk, tsk. Here let me help," Dr. Adams said, as she grabbed the wavering knees tightly and proceeded to force them down to each side of the desk, displaying every crevice of Laura's very aroused privates to the gaze of her lecherous teacher. The young girl's delicious pussy was framed above her cute pink pumps.

"Now if you don't keep your legs where they are, I will become very cross with you, young lady. Nod if you understand me, Laura."

Laura nodded her head, trying to keep her legs split wide in this excruciatingly uncomfortable position. She was very supple, but the tendon between her legs bulged out as it was stretched tautly to the max.

"Now let me see if you were telling the truth," Dr. Adams observed, as first she gently rubbed Laura's flattened breasts and then Laura's dripping sex.

After feeling her copious discharge, Laura knew the old bag must think she was some sort of slut.

"Oh dear me. Maybe you were telling the truth. You must feel terrible," Dr. Adams said, as she wiped the secretions from her hands on Laura's small breasts. "But I'm afraid your doctor was wrong. Going all bare down here is not going to be enough dear. You are positively dripping wet!"

"I tell you what, you will come to my office, every day after class, until we get this cleared up. Don't worry, we will find some way to dry you before this becomes a chronic condition."

'Damn, I'm going to have to subject myself to this old bitch for at least a week. Why have I suddenly lost control over myself and my life, ' wondered a dejected Laura. She was barely relieved the professor had believed her. 'Why couldn't I have come up with a better lie?'

"Don't you worry little girl, Dr. Adams is going to make you feel all better." The older woman, walked around Laura, drinking in the young girl's intoxicating beauty.

Poor Laura wanted to crawl in a hole and die, she was displaying herself to her professor's intimate gaze. She tried to turn her head to the left and look away, but there was a picture of Gloria Steinem looking down at her. It was inscribed, To Patricia Adams, Be Proud - Gloria.

'Be Proud... easy for you to say. You're not the one spread apart, aroused and dripping wet on your professor's desk.' Laura thought looking away from the picture at Dr. Adams, who seemed to be setting up a fan on the desk.

Dr. Adam's turned the fan on and aimed it at Laura's dripping sex. "Here we go Laura, this should evaporate those nasty juices."

Laura was relieved to feel the cool breeze of the fan drying the moisture that running down her legs. Her nipples had hardened to painful tiny points, due to the chill in the room. Her respite was brief, as she noticed that the sensation of the fans oscillations had brought the pleasure in her pussy up to a low boil. 'Please don't let her notice, ' Laura thought as she felt her chest begin to flush. However, Dr. Adams did notice. She was peering through the glasses at the end of her nose, down into Laura's wet folds as juices began leaking out in greater quantity. She walked around the desk until she came to Laura's head, then she told her humiliated student. "Laura, I'm afraid your lips are keeping the fan from drying you. I don't relish the thought of touching you down there, but I'm afraid it is necessary. I want you to hold your knees up like so." Dr. Adams had Laura bring her knees up and hug them tightly to her chest, pink pumps pointing up into the air.