"Hello Manny, sit down - what would you like help with?"

Manny resisted the urge to mention his hard on. Professor Cherise LeClaire was 32 years old and was remarkably beautiful. She had thick brown hair cut in some odd but sexy European style, which matched her classically beautiful face. Manny's last girlfriend said she had "cheekbones to die for".

Though she always wore mostly shapeless, earth tone dresses, Manny and all his friends thought Professor LeClaire was sexy as hell - this wasn't his first dream about her. Her French Lit classes were very popular, and everybody sat near the front.

"Um - I'm not sure I understand the DeSade assignment professor," Manny said, smiling - in the dream, this was usually where she asked him to call her Cherise.

She didn't. Instead, she shook her head with a disgusted look. "Manuel Torrence, I've clearly explained the assignment twice now. You obviously need to learn it another way." She stood up, startling him. "Take off your pants."

Manny's dream eyes went wide - usually he seduced her. "Um, look Cherise, I just don't."

Her whiplike voice interrupted him. "That's Professor LeClaire, Manuel. Now move!" He found himself standing up and unbuckling.

She stood watching as he struggled with his pants. When he got them down to his ankles she pulled her long brown dress over her head. Manny gulped - underneath she was wearing thigh high black vinyl boots and a tightly laced black corset - with nothing in between. Her bush was the exact color of the hair on her head and Manny was sure he could see engorged lips through the curls.

"Quit staring! Bend over my desk," she said, her voice like ice. He stepped out of his pants and leaned forward - she grabbed his hands and pulled them towards her, right to the other side. He felt off balance, awkward and exposed.

She plucked a copy of Justine off her bookshelf and walked around behind him. "Perhaps this will help you remember your assignments," she said, slapping it hard across his bare ass. The effort made her left nipple pop out of the low, tight corset - Manny found himself looking back over his shoulder.

"You like that?" she asked, fingering her nipple roughly, making it jut upwards. She freed the other one from the tight leather and pinched it. Manny stared as the purple nipple stiffened to match its partner.

"I asked if you liked it?" she hissed, pinching both of her nipples savagely.

Manny nodded and she hit him with the book three more times. His ass was warm and his dick was throbbing. She walked around the desk and pulled a switch from the top drawer. It was smooth, polished wood, and looked old and well used. Sitting on the edge of the desk, she motioned him around.

He stood up and walked to her side. She opened her legs. "On your knees."

He knelt between them, rapt. Her voice came in a husky whisper now. "If you want to fuck me, you'll have to lick me juicy first."

Manny leaned forward - she seemed plenty juicy already. Those vinyl boots wrapped around his back and drew him in. He went straight for her clit with his tongue and her legs closed around him like steel. He could barely breath, so instead he licked - she yelled and shook with two quick, savage orgasms.

"Stand," she gasped. He stood. She pulled his hips forward, guided him to her sopping entrance with her free hand. They both moaned. She hit his bare ass with the switch - the sting of it made him lurch forward, driving himself into her. She was slick and snug and hot - it was heaven.

"Do you like that?" she asked, staring into his eyes.

"I - um - yeah," Manny admitted. Her wrist moved and the switch burned across his ass again, making him twitch.

"More?"

"Yes."

"Will you study harder?"

Manny was aching - his balls felt ready to burst. "I will. I'll study. Please." As the switch smacked into his tender skin he cried out with something that sure wasn't pain.

He bent down to suck on her engorged nipple, and she began to hit him steadily, his cries only slightly muffled.

"More?" she gasped each time he pulled backward.

"Yes," he'd cry and she'd lash his bare ass, which caused him to thrust more deeply into her than he thought possible.

"More? Yes! More? Yes!"

"Manuel! Manuel! Wake up!"

Manny's eyes flew open and he looked around, startled. He was sitting in Professor LeClaire's office and she was just inside the doorway, staring at him with an odd grin.

"I, uh, must have been dreaming." he stammered.

She raised an eyebrow. "I'll say. I was only gone about ten minutes, to copy your records."

It was all coming back to him - he'd come here to get her signature, and must have fallen asleep in her chair. He felt his face flush, and when she glanced down at his bulging pants, he tried to cover it with his hands. He wasn't at all sure he liked the mischievous glint in her eye.

She said "You were shouting for me to keep spanking you."

Manny groaned. "No no, you must have heard me wrong."