It had been a strange semester so far. When I had decided to spend more time teaching classes as Alexis Ames, PhD and less time fighting criminals a Argent, superb superheroine, I had expected that a few months of relative normalcy would help my body recharge and my spirit revive.

I wouldn’t call anything about teaching at Skarlette City University these last few weeks “normal.” I’d seen all the young women in my classes seize on a fad for pearl necklaces, tasteful fashion, and perfect hair. They had all become sexier than they had any right to be at their age, even if their classwork was far from what it had been when they wore sweat pants to class.

I’d found a number of non-students making their ways to my office or classroom unannounced. Invariably, I’d decided that the quickest way get these men off campus was to literally get them off, offering my hands, mouth, pussy, and ass for their quickest pleasure.

I’d even been giving unearned grades to one student, Janine Jessup, otherwise known as Mistress Treasure Tartarus, who was just too sexy to fail.

Worse than all that was that I hadn’t seen my young lover, Yvonne Yates, in weeks. Her duties as the superheroine Sable kept her busy, and whenever we might have a chance to meet up, I found that I had foolishly scheduled some academic commitment or annoying errand at that time.

I didn’t dare meet with any of my fellow heroines on the Libido League; they’d instantly sense how far I’d fallen. I was alone with my shame, and the lust it kindled in my flesh. Far from the powerful heroine I’d been just a few weeks ago, I now spent my personal time with my hand down my panties, jilling off as I replayed my recent string of disgraces. It was never enough to bring me the release of orgasm, but I couldn’t bring myself to end the edging.

It was shortly after mid-terms when I received a text message from Treasure Tartarus: need 2 discus grades cum 2 my hous NOW

My stomach sank at the thought of a girl that refused to spell “to” was getting an A+ in my class, but my body tingled at the thought of seeing her beautiful face again—from my ever-present string of pearls to my ever-damp pussy. I straightened my damp panties, washed my hands, buttoned my silk suit-jacket, smoothed my charcoal skirt, touched up my makeup, grabbed my briefcase, and was out the door. On a quiet Wednesday midnight, I didn’t need to worry about being spotted as I used my super powers of enhanced speed and flight to make it across town in record time.

Ms. Tartarus lived off-campus in the Chloros Neraida Sorority house. It was a large, marble building nearly a century old that spoke of inherited privilege. I’d grown up in places like this, but, these days, I found them to be sickening reminders of my past. I straightened my back and rang the bell. I hated that I could feel my nipples tenting against my lacy bra.

Mandy, another of my students, answered the door. “Hi, Doctor Ames. Come in. Treasure’s expecting you.”

I followed Mandy into the luxurious building. She was dressed in a crimson cocktail dress that accentuated her curves. I was glad to see that she’d replaced the lovely string of pearls she’d given to me a few weeks ago. Her new necklace had two woven strings of white, round perfection. Treasure was always generous.

We entered a sitting room, appointed with vintage art deco furniture. Nearly a dozen other sorority girls lounged across the sofas and divans, all flawlessly dressed and made up as prettily as their pearl necklaces. At the far side of the room, Treasure Tartarus looked up from her phone. The way her hair bounced as her regal eyes met mine left me speechless. What words could describe the beauty of a sex goddess?

“We had an agreement, Doctor Ames,” Treasure hissed, her five intertwined strings of pearls encircling her slim throat. “You make me happy with the grades in your class, and I let you kiss me at the end of the semester. Do you really think you’re living up to your end of the bargain?”

“Yes, absolutely. I mean, grades aren’t even released for another month so you can’t know for certain. But I assure you, when you do, you’ll be happy with your A+,” my lips trembled, searching for the words I’d forgotten, almost. “… Mistress Tartarus.”

“I have a Pearl Girl in the dean’s office, so I’ve already seen the grades. Obviously, mine is perfect, but you’re failing all the other girls in the sorority.”

I hated to show her my scowl but I couldn’t keep it off my face. “They cheated on their midterm papers, Mistress Tartarus. They all copied them from the same web site. The only thing they changed were their names and a handwritten note that said ‘Sisterly Solidarity.’ At first, I thought it was a prank and I nearly gave them passing grades. But I cannot support plagiarism and I think that—”

Treasure’s voice cut me off. “Still thinking? Fine. We’ll do it the long way.” She let out an exasperated sigh and put down her phone. “They say there are no bad students. Only bad teachers. You believe that completely, don’t you?”

“Without dismissing the effort required by students to master the material,” I said, shooting a glance to the other sorority sisters in the room, “there is an obligation of the instructor to present lessons in a—”

Treasure grabbed my pearl necklace and yanked my face down to her level. “Don’t give some half-assed, pompous, academic answer. I want a yes or no. You believe that there are not bad students, only bad teachers. Isn’t that right?”

Her beautiful eyes filled my world. I didn’t care how cold they were, my lust burned hot enough for both of us. “Um, ah … yes.”

“If there are only bad teachers and these girls aren’t doing well in class, what does that make you, Doctor Ames?”

I struggled to find some way out of the logic of her question, but the smell of her perfume had my mind dripping into my panties. “A … bad teacher,” I whispered.

“Say it like you mean it. What are you?”

“I’m a bad teacher, Mistress Tartarus!” The room erupted with giggles. My face burned, but I couldn’t tear myself away from her eyes far enough to hang my head in shame.

“Damn right you are, Alexis. Bad teachers get punished. Your punishment will help teach your fellow Pearl Girls a lesson about respect. Take off your clothes.” Releasing my necklace, Treasure went back to her phone.

My heart hammered in my chest. A dozen of my students watched me expectantly. “Why do I need to take off my clothes?”

Treasure looked up at me like I had asked the most obvious question question ever. “Because I am the most beautiful girl you’ve ever seen and if you want the slightest chance of kissing me ever again, you’ll stop asking stupid questions and take off everything you are fucking wearing.”

The girls laughed again. I hung my head, trying to hide my burning face behind my honey-blonde hair. Part of me wanted to launch into the sky and fly away with my superpowers. But I knew if I did, I’d never kiss Treasure Tartarus again. A woman like me never got the chance to be with a girl as sexy as her.

With shaking hands, I unfastened the buttons on my suit jacket. Sliding it off my shoulders, I laid it across a nearby divan. Reaching behind me, I unzipped my charcoal skirt. Stepping out of my shoes, I slowly slid the skirt down my legs. I folded it atop the jacket.

“Look at how wet her panties are,” Mandy whispered to one of her sorority sisters. A tear rolled down my cheek.

I took the hem of my silk camisole between trembling fingers. Pulling it over my head, I threw my left arm across my breasts. Angling my body, I tried to hide my stiff nipples from the hungry gaze of my students. I bent myself nearly double when I slid my panties down my legs while trying to keep my breasts covered. Stepping out of my drenched panties with my right hand covering my crotch, I was naked before my students … except for the single, warm, buzzing string of pearls around my throat.

I had been ordered to take off everything I was fucking wearing. I scrunched my shoulders together, trying to reach my necklace while still covering my breasts with my arm. Fumbling with the clasp, I started to turn it.

“Not that!” Mistress Tartarus snapped. “Never that. It’s time for your punishment. Come here and lie across my lap.”

A sound of excitement rippled through the girls watching. I looked askance at Treasure, but couldn’t bear to question her order. Bending over, I draped my belly over her strong thighs. Even in this humiliating position, the touch of her skin was electric. With my ass sticking up in the air, I hung my head low.

“None of that, Alexis. Look Mandy right in the eye.”

“Yes, Mistress Tartarus.” I raised my head and found Mandy among the girls. She chewed her bottom lip. Her eyes gleamed with excitement.

“For your punishment, you’re going to show the class that you can count to twenty.” Treasure’s bare palm smacked my ass, the sting of the stroke far less than the wave of embarrassment that followed. Both were nothing next to the lust that boiled within me.

“One,” I said. Mandy clutched at her breasts through her dress.

Mistress Tartarus spanked me again. “Two … Three … Four.” Each blow built on the sting of the one before, just as the shame of it dug a darker hole in my belly. “Five.”

“A quarter of the way there and you haven’t yelped once, Alexis. Maybe we need to change the punishment. How would a pompous professor like you say it? We should ‘problematize the situation.’ Maybe ‘add some nuance.’” The girls laughed.

Mistress Tartarus caressed my sticky thighs, rubbing and pinching. My whole body jerked as she pressed something between my nether lips. I gasped. Waves of hot, wet pleasure washed over me, even as she belittled my way of speaking.

“Here’s your problem. If you cum before I reach twenty, you’ll get thirty more. And you’ll never, ever get to kiss me. Understand, Alexis?”

“Yes, Mistress Tartarus.” The pressure against my vaginal walls was delicious, but I knew I had more self-control than that.

Smack! “Six.” Smack! “Seven—Oh my god!” My body shook as the thing inside me sprang to life. It was some kind of vibrator, sending pulses of ecstasy coursing through me.

Smack! “Eight! Oh god! Nine! Oh! Oh!” Somehow the pleasure made the sting of my spanking worse. It felt like my body was drinking in more sensation, my nerves seeking out pleasure, but often serving only to intensify the pain. “Ten! Ow!”

“Look at Mandy, Alexis.”

I lifted my head, not realizing I had let it fall. Mandy had raised her skirt and was rubbing herself through her panties. I knew that my wanton need must be visible to all my students. What must they think of their accomplished, polished professor showing them how needy a slut I was?

After so many weeks of edging, my orgasm was close before I cried out “Thirteen!” I couldn’t keep still on her lap, my every muscle yearning for sweet release. “Fourteen! Owww!”

“You haven’t cum since I came to see you, have you, Alexis?”

“No, Mistress Tartarus. I—Oh god—I haven’t cum in weeks.”

“Weeks? That’s a long time. I bet you want it very, very badly.”

“Yes! Mistress Tartarus, I want—Ow! Fifteen! Fuck! Fuck!—I want to cum so badly.” Tears streamed down my face. Mandy let out a moan. “Oooooh. Six—fuuuck—sixteen!”

Treasure readjusted the vibrator inside me. I saw stars, the pleasure pulsing inside me as white and beautiful as the pearls around my throat. I could taste my orgasm at the back of my throat, desperate for those last four swats that would allow me bliss. Her fingers continued to toy with my pussy and my slick, sticky thighs. Hours dragged by, or perhaps thirty seconds. Still she teased me.

“Mistress Tartarus? You … um, you stopped.”

“Yes, I did, Alexis. When you’re as beautiful as I am, you can stop whenever you want.”

The vibrator shifted to a faster buzz. I squealed, high-pitched and girly. “I need to cum so badly, Mistress. I need to … Oh god. I … please, oh please, Mistress!”

Mandy gasped, her hand busily working between the legs of the girl next to her, while that girl fingered Mandy’s pussy. They all gasped at once.

“Please? Please what, Alexis?”

I wanted to keep my mouth shut, but my good sense was no longer running the show. “Please, Mistress Tartarus. Please … oh fuck. Please … please … spank me.”

Treasure laughed. Mandy’s half-lidded eyes sprung open. My heart sank further into humiliation.

“Spank you, Alexis? I’m not sure I believe you want it.”

My heart hammering in my chest, I struggled to draw a full breath. “Please … oooh … please spank me … Mistress Tartarus. Please! Please, I want to feel your hand smacking my ass.” Smack! “Seventeen! Thank you!” Smack! “Oh fuck! Eighteen.”

“Tell your fellow Pearl Girls what grade you’re going to give them.”

I’d had good reasons for assigning those grades, but not one of them would help with my spanking or my climax. “All A’s. All of you. A’s for every class of mine. Please smack me two more—“

Smack! Smack!

“AAAHHHH! NineteenTwentyOhFuckOhFuckOHFUCKKKKK!” Convulsions of pure bliss wracked my body as I quaked on Mistress’s lap. I screamed and shook and writhed and whined like a bitch in heat while my students watched every shameful minute of it. Drinking the pleasure, I also savored the humiliation.

“Looks like you enjoyed that, Alexis. What do you say?” The vibrator went still inside me.

“Thank you, Mistress Tartarus. Thank you so much for spanking me. Thank you.”

“I suppose that will do.” She pushed me off her lap. I knelt unsteady on the floor. “Of course, I’m not the one you hurt with your stubborn grading rules, Professor. I think you need to apologize to each of them personally.”

How could I expect these girls to ever look upon me as an educator and mentor after I’d crawled before them and begged to lick their hot, wet folds? How could I ever look them in the eye? Or myself?

There was only one thing to say, “Yes, Mistress Tartarus.”

—To Be Continued…