Marvin’s heart pounded as he scrambled to collect his belongings after class. He’d been so focused on perfecting his monologue for Professor Emma’s final exam that he hadn’t even noticed the time slipping away. The late afternoon light filtered through the high windows of the theater classroom, casting long shadows across the stage where he’d been practicing. His script—his deeply personal, embarrassingly honest script—was somewhere in the chaos of his bag. Or so he thought.As he bolted for the door, a single sheet of paper fluttered to the ground, unnoticed. He was already halfway down the hall when he realized his mistake. Shit. His face burned as he turned on his heel and sprinted back. Please, please, please don’t let anyone have seen it.But fate, it seemed, had other plans.Emma, ever the dedicated professor, had lingered in the classroom after her students had left. She was gathering her own materials when she spotted the fallen page. Curious, she bent to pick it up, her long auburn hair brushing against her shoulders. Her lips moved silently as she began to read, her expression shifting from mild intrigue to something far more intense.Marvin skidded to a halt in the doorway, his chest heaving. “Professor, I—oh.” His voice died in his throat as he saw her holding his monologue. Her eyes flicked up to meet his, and he felt like the floor had been pulled out from under him.“Marvin,” she said, her voice calm but charged with something he couldn’t quite place. “This is… quite a piece of writing. Did you write this for the final exam?”He swallowed hard, his palms slick with sweat. “Y-yes, Professor. It’s… it’s a work in progress.”She studied him for a moment, her gaze piercing. “It’s very heartfelt. Very… personal.” She stepped closer, the paper still in her hand. “Who is it about?”“I… uh…” His mind raced, but he couldn’t bring himself to lie. Not to her. “It’s… it’s about someone I admire. Someone I—I care about.”Emma’s lips curved into a faint smile, and there was a glint in her eyes that made Marvin’s stomach flip. “Marvin, I think we need to have a little talk. Consider this… last-minute detention.”His heart skipped a beat. “Detention? But Professor, I—”She held up a hand, silencing him. “No buts. Follow me.”He trailed behind her like a lost puppy, his mind spinning. She led him backstage, to the small, dimly lit space where props and costumes were stored. The air was thick with the scent of wood and dust, and the only light came from a single bulb hanging from the ceiling.Emma turned to face him, leaning casually against a piece of scenery. “So, Marvin. Tell me the truth. Who is this monologue about?”He opened his mouth, but no words came out. His face felt like it was on fire, and his hands trembled at his sides.She tilted her head, her smile growing. “Oh, come on. You’re a theater student. You’re supposed to be good with words.” She stepped closer, her presence overwhelming. “Is it… me?”The world seemed to stop. Marvin’s breath caught in his throat, and he couldn’t tear his eyes away from hers. Finally, he nodded, the movement barely perceptible.Emma’s smile widened, and there was a new energy in her demeanor—something powerful, commanding. “I thought so.” She stepped even closer, until she was almost touching him. “Do you know what this means, Marvin?”He shook his head, unable to speak.“It means… you’re mine now.” Her voice was low, dripping with authority. “Strip.”His eyes widened. “W-what?”“You heard me. Strip. Now.”He hesitated for a moment, but something in her gaze compelled him to obey. His fingers fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, and he pulled it off, letting it fall to the floor. His pants followed, and soon he was standing before her in nothing but his boxers.Emma’s eyes roamed over his body, and he felt exposed in a way he never had before. “Good boy,” she purred. “Now, call me Mistress.”“M-Mistress,” he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.“Louder.”“Mistress,” he said again, his voice trembling.She smiled, satisfied. “That’s better.” She reached out and ran a finger along his chest, sending shivers down his spine. “You’ve been holding back, haven’t you, Marvin? All this time, you’ve been hiding your true feelings. But not anymore. Tonight, you’re going to show me exactly how much you care.”He nodded, his heart racing. He couldn’t believe this was happening, but he didn’t want it to stop.Emma stepped back and sat down on a nearby wooden chair, crossing her legs. “Come here,” she commanded, patting her lap.He obeyed, hesitating for only a moment before leaning over her legs. His face was inches from her thigh, and he could feel the heat of her skin through her skirt.“Good,” she murmured. “Now, I’m going to teach you a lesson. You’ve been very naughty, keeping this secret from me. And naughty boys… get punished.”Before he could react, her hand came down hard on his ass, the sharp sound echoing through the room. He gasped, the sting igniting something deep inside him.“Count,” she ordered.“O-one,” he managed, his voice shaky.She spanked him again, harder this time. “Two,” he said, his breath hitching.The spanks continued, each one sending shockwaves of pain and pleasure through him. By the time he reached ten, his skin was tingling, and his cock was straining against his boxers.Emma paused, breathing harder than before. She took a moment to admire her handiwork, then pushed him onto his knees. “Now,” she said, slipping out of her panties. “Eat.”Marvin hesitated for a moment, then leaned forward, his tongue finding her wetness. She tasted sweet and tangy, and he eagerly began to lap at her, spurred on by her sharp intake of breath.“Good boy,” she moaned, her hand tangling in his hair. “But remember… you don’t get to cum until I say so.”He nodded, his world narrowing to the rhythm of his tongue and the sound of her moans. He would do whatever it took to please her—to make her happy. Because in that moment, he knew there was nothing he wouldn’t do for her.

Marvin accidentally left his personal monologue in class, and Professor Emma found and read it. After confronting him, she took him backstage, ordered him to strip, and spanked him as punishment. She then commanded him to perform oral sex on her, asserting her dominance over him.

Marvin’s heart pounded as he scrambled to collect his belongings after class. He’d been so focused on perfecting his monologue for Professor Emma’s final exam that he hadn’t even noticed the time slipping away. The late afternoon light filtered through the high windows of the theater classroom, casting long shadows across the stage where he’d been practicing. His script—his deeply personal, embarrassingly honest script—was somewhere in the chaos of his bag. Or so he thought.

As he bolted for the door, a single sheet of paper fluttered to the ground, unnoticed. He was already halfway down the hall when he realized his mistake. _Shit._ His face burned as he turned on his heel and sprinted back. _Please, please, please don’t let anyone have seen it._

But fate, it seemed, had other plans.

Emma, ever the dedicated professor, had lingered in the classroom after her students had left. She was gathering her own materials when she spotted the fallen page. Curious, she bent to pick it up, her long auburn hair brushing against her shoulders. Her lips moved silently as she began to read, her expression shifting from mild intrigue to something far more intense.

Marvin skidded to a halt in the doorway, his chest heaving. “Professor, I—oh.” His voice died in his throat as he saw her holding his monologue. Her eyes flicked up to meet his, and he felt like the floor had been pulled out from under him.

“Marvin,” she said, her voice calm but charged with something he couldn’t quite place. “This is… quite a piece of writing. Did you write this for the final exam?”

He swallowed hard, his palms slick with sweat. “Y-yes, Professor. It’s… it’s a work in progress.”

She studied him for a moment, her gaze piercing. “It’s very heartfelt. Very… personal.” She stepped closer, the paper still in her hand. “Who is it about?”

“I… uh…” His mind raced, but he couldn’t bring himself to lie. Not to her. “It’s… it’s about someone I admire. Someone I—I care about.”

Emma’s lips curved into a faint smile, and there was a glint in her eyes that made Marvin’s stomach flip. “Marvin, I think we need to have a little talk. Consider this… last-minute detention.”

His heart skipped a beat. “Detention? But Professor, I—”

She held up a hand, silencing him. “No buts. Follow me.”

He trailed behind her like a lost puppy, his mind spinning. She led him backstage, to the small, dimly lit space where props and costumes were stored. The air was thick with the scent of wood and dust, and the only light came from a single bulb hanging from the ceiling.

Emma turned to face him, leaning casually against a piece of scenery. “So, Marvin. Tell me the truth. Who is this monologue about?”

He opened his mouth, but no words came out. His face felt like it was on fire, and his hands trembled at his sides.

She tilted her head, her smile growing. “Oh, come on. You’re a theater student. You’re supposed to be good with words.” She stepped closer, her presence overwhelming. “Is it… me?”

The world seemed to stop. Marvin’s breath caught in his throat, and he couldn’t tear his eyes away from hers. Finally, he nodded, the movement barely perceptible.

Emma’s smile widened, and there was a new energy in her demeanor—something powerful, commanding. “I thought so.” She stepped even closer, until she was almost touching him. “Do you know what this means, Marvin?”

He shook his head, unable to speak.

“It means… you’re mine now.” Her voice was low, dripping with authority. “Strip.”

His eyes widened. “W-what?”

“You heard me. Strip. Now.”

He hesitated for a moment, but something in her gaze compelled him to obey. His fingers fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, and he pulled it off, letting it fall to the floor. His pants followed, and soon he was standing before her in nothing but his boxers.

Emma’s eyes roamed over his body, and he felt exposed in a way he never had before. “Good boy,” she purred. “Now, call me Mistress.”

“M-Mistress,” he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Louder.”

“Mistress,” he said again, his voice trembling.

She smiled, satisfied. “That’s better.” She reached out and ran a finger along his chest, sending shivers down his spine. “You’ve been holding back, haven’t you, Marvin? All this time, you’ve been hiding your true feelings. But not anymore. Tonight, you’re going to show me exactly how much you care.”

He nodded, his heart racing. He couldn’t believe this was happening, but he didn’t want it to stop.

Emma stepped back and sat down on a nearby wooden chair, crossing her legs. “Come here,” she commanded, patting her lap.

He obeyed, hesitating for only a moment before leaning over her legs. His face was inches from her thigh, and he could feel the heat of her skin through her skirt.

“Good,” she murmured. “Now, I’m going to teach you a lesson. You’ve been very naughty, keeping this secret from me. And naughty boys… get punished.”

Before he could react, her hand came down hard on his ass, the sharp sound echoing through the room. He gasped, the sting igniting something deep inside him.

“Count,” she ordered.

“O-one,” he managed, his voice shaky.

She spanked him again, harder this time. “Two,” he said, his breath hitching.

The spanks continued, each one sending shockwaves of pain and pleasure through him. By the time he reached ten, his skin was tingling, and his cock was straining against his boxers.

Emma paused, breathing harder than before. She took a moment to admire her handiwork, then pushed him onto his knees. “Now,” she said, slipping out of her panties. “Eat.”

Marvin hesitated for a moment, then leaned forward, his tongue finding her wetness. She tasted sweet and tangy, and he eagerly began to lap at her, spurred on by her sharp intake of breath.

“Good boy,” she moaned, her hand tangling in his hair. “But remember… you don’t get to cum until I say so.”

He nodded, his world narrowing to the rhythm of his tongue and the sound of her moans. He would do whatever it took to please her—to make her happy. Because in that moment, he knew there was nothing he wouldn’t do for her.

On top of being a star student all his years in college, Marvin is the sweetest and most shy student in his college graduating class, and he secretly has a crush on his favorite professor: a delightfully naturally beautiful woman named Emma who teaches Theater courses. While prepping for his final exam (which can either be a monologue or a small play, either one is expected to be student-written), Marvin is hard at work writing his monologue about his feelings when Emma passes by, but he never reveals his subject's name out of fear. Sure enough, he's in such a hurry after class one day that he drops his monologue on his way out the door, and Emma curiously picks it up before shyly reading it. Just when she realizes that the monologue is written about Marvin's feelings for her, Marvin comes back for his monologue, but that's when she decides to give him "last-minute detention" so she can ask him about his work. With that, Marvin's inner submissive side comes out as he admits that the monologue was written about Emma, so she - in a rare moment of dominating power, especially for someone as kimd as her - forces him to step backstage before having him strip and call her "Mistress." What follows next is her passionately dominating him, even spanking him if he disagrees before forcing him to eat her pussy and demanding that he should control his orgasm until she tells him to cum. By the end, Marvin loves Emma even more and will do anything for another round of passion and torture with her.

Shy Student's Secret Obsession Revealed in Final Exam

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