A Degree of Discipline: Freshman Femdom. Senior Slave. by Lucy Fairbourne

Author:Lucy Fairbourne
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Tags: Erotica
Publisher: Velluminous Press
Published: 2019-07-07T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 7

Professor Moore greeted me with a smile when I called back at her office twenty minutes later, to return the key.

“Ah, Miss Heston. Come in and take a seat.” She watched in wry amusement as I did do. “Did the review go well?”

“Very well, professor, thank you.”

“Then I may expect Mr. Dahl to be more punctual in future?”

I nodded. “He was late because of time-wasting Penshaw passengers. Now his priorities are … adjusted.”

She chuckled. “And there you are, with such a delightful way of putting it. We shall make a word smith of you yet.”

I suppose I must have looked doubtful because she smiled encouragingly. “But you look as if you didn’t believe me?”

“Well, I’d prefer to rely on my own talents,” I said. “Not on whatever ‘mind stimulant’ was in that truffle. Which must have been stronger than you thought, by the way, or I’d never have been so … persuasive with Loke.”

Professor Moore chuckled. “Miss Heston, I have to tell you that the active ingredient in the confections was chocolate. That and a little friendly encouragement. Whatever you discovered inside yourself was already there.” The open box was still on her desk and she nudged it toward me again. “They’re quite delicious, aren’t they? I buy them from the ‘Candy Cave’ in town. Do help yourself to another.”

“I’m not sure that I need to, now,” I said faintly.

“Well, you’re still at an age where you worry about your figure. A naive preoccupation, if you ask me.” Professor Moore followed her own advice, choosing a truffle from the box. “What passed between you and Mr. Dahl was due entirely to you and Mr. Dahl. I presume you have arranged to see him again?” She popped the chocolate into her mouth.

I spent a moment processing what she’d told me. “Yes,” I said at last. “As we were saying goodbye, he asked for my phone number … and whether he might be allowed to escort me to the Masquerade.”

“And you agreed. Of course you did; you’ve decided to take him. How could you not?”

“Take him?” I felt confused. “No, he asked to take me to the ball.”

Professor Moore smirked.

“Anyway, how did you know—” I had the answer before I’d even finished the question. At this point, I didn’t even feel surprised. “Piet. I mean, Mr. Mason.”

“I think we’re all now on terms where you might feel free to refer to him as Piet when it’s just us,” she said. “And you surmise correctly. He does sometimes act as my eyes and ears. He does a lot of work for the Trust. He is, after all, the scion of one of our founding families.”

I looked at her blankly, not understanding what she was saying. Professor Moore raised an eyebrow. “A scion is a young shoot or twig, Miss Heston. When applied to a person it means ‘descendant’.” She steepled her fingers. “Here is an exercise for you: learn ten new words every day. Well enough so that you will recall their definitions in a year’s time, not just for a day or two.

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