The Laughing Professor - Part 5
Margaret waited in apprehensive dejection in the Dean's office the next
morning. Unlike her evening at Lambda house, she remembered all too well the
obscene spectacle she had made of herself during the Board of Regent's
presentation. Confusion and paranoia dominated her besieged mind as she
wrung her hands fitfully and squirmed unpleasantly in her chair.
With a nod from the Dean's secretary, she rose timidly and forced
herself to open the door and enter the Dean's office.
The Dean of Women was unsure how to address the problem presented by the
English Comp professor. There was no question by anyone's standards that she
would have to be let go. Nothing could justify such blatantly sexual
behavior under any circumstances, but to put on such a performance in front
of the Board of Regents was irrefutably inexcusable.
Yet, Sarah Bergstrom was secretly divided on the issue. Despite her
anger at the recalcitrant professor, she was one of those at the presentation
that had been profoundly aroused by the libidinous display. She had had to
call on all her reserves of will power to keep from fondling herself into an
erotic fervor. It was this will power she had to invoke now in order to
remain firm with the Board's decision to dismiss her.
Margaret entered the office timidly, dressed much as she always was;
hair pulled back severely, wearing a staid, reserved, business like suit.
Again the dichotomy of this unobviously sensuous woman struck Sarah as
Margaret demurely took the chair she was pointed to. She could tell by her
demeanor and all too obvious blushing that the brunette was thoroughly
embarrassed by what had transpired yesterday. It was this innocence and
vulnerability that sparked the wicked thoughts that began to course through
Sarah's brain.
"I suppose you've surmised that yesterday's disgraceful display means
your dismissal" Sarah began as an opening to this session.
Margaret stammered fitfully, unable to put into words the abuses that
had befallen her these past few days. "It's.... I mean.. not my fault..." she
tried weakly.
"NOT YOUR FAULT !!!!???? TO PARADE AROUND NUDE AND MASTURBATE IN FRONT
OF THE BOARD OF REGENTS ???" Sarah screamed as the brunette winced at her
attack.
"IS THAT HOW YOU HOPED TO OBTAIN A FEDERAL GRANT FOR THE ENGLISH
DEPARTMENT ???!!!!"
Margaret continued to wring her hands fitfully. She had no defense
against her actions; had no idea what could have possessed her to act in such
a fashion.
A surge of power swept through Sarah's lithe body. She knew she had a
firm upper hand here and reveled in the glory of such power. In light of Ms.
Standley's public offering yesterday, anything she said or did would
immediately be brought into question. A brief memory of Margaret's failure
to dismiss those two students flared briefly in Sarah's mind and sparked a
need for revenge.
Sarah strode purposefully around her desk to confront the cringing
brunette with as much force as she could muster.
"I'M SURE YOU KNOW THAT THE SCIENCE DEPARTMENT RECEIVED EVERY LAST
DOLLAR OF THE FEDERAL GRANTS, DON'T YOU ?"
Margaret winced visibly and tried to shrink back into her chair. A
niggling thought pressed at the back of her brain connecting yesterday's
fiasco with the Science Department.
Again, that surge of dominant power swept over Sarah and made her knees
tremble in glorious anticipation. Without conscious thought, she continued to
verbally blister the errant professor even as she moved idly to the door and
calmly shot the bolt home.
"And there's another matter that requires some answers from you before
your departure..." Sarah began cattily, "...an audit conducted last night by
the Board revealed some $100,000.00 missing from the English Department's
funds !"
Shocked out of her fear in horror, Margaret could only feebly shake her
head in an attempt to deny any responsibility.
"THE BOOKS REVEALED THAT MONEY SIGNED OUT TO YOU FOR FIRST EDITION
ACQUISITION ! APRIL WAS RIGHT ! NOW YOU WILL TELL ME RIGHT THIS MINUTE WHERE
THAT MONEY IS !" Sarah yelled.
"TELL ME !!!!" Sarah screamed as she advanced menacingly upon the
brunette and towered threateningly over her, "TELL ME WHAT THE HELL YOU THINK
YOU WERE DOING AND TELL ME WHAT YOU'VE DONE WITH THOSE FUNDS !!!"
Tears began to seep from Margaret's eyes as her mind began to unravel.
Even then, the words "April was right" occupied a small portion of her
memory. She hoped and prayed for deliverance from this assault but could
only manage a weak "I don't know".
"Well, maybe I can help you remember" Sarah said as her pulse quickened
with forbidden excitement. Before Margaret knew what was happening, Sarah's
arms darted inside her suit jacket like fiendish snakes and her fingers
danced wickedly up and down Margaret's sides !
"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE !!!!!!!!!!" Margaret squealed as the Dean
attacked her ticklish rib cage. Reflexively, she brought her arms in tight to
her sides but only managed to trap the Dean's wriggling fingers against her
sensitive tummy. Fitfully, Margaret kicked her legs futilely in the air and
sunk lower into the overstuffed chair.
"OOOHHHHHH !!! Ticklish, are we ?" Sarah crooned as her continued
assault reduced the brunette to giggling helplessness.
As Margaret tried to avoid this latest attack in her most helpless arena
she began to slump lower and lower in the chair. Unfortunately, as she
scooted off of the padded leather seat, the hem of her skirt snagged on the
oversized tacks and hiked up to her waist as she plumped onto the shag rug.
The sight of the brunette's lacy black underwear and tasteful stockings
and garters exploded delightfully in Sarah's mind. In swift decision, Sarah
grabbed the rumpled hem of Margaret's skirt, and with a mighty heave, peeled
skirt, blouse and suit coat up into an enfolding mass of tangled apparel
about the wriggling woman's head and upraised arms.
With the professor's giggling squeals effectively muzzled and her
flailing arms hopelessly trapped, Sarah tossed the trussed brunette to her
back on the carpet and straddled her sexily clad body.
Like lightning, Sarah's long fingers darted in to tease sensitive
armpits, fiendishly prodded ticklish ribs, and wickedly dallied over
Margaret's heaving, vibrating tummy; instantly reducing the woman to helpless
hilarity below her.
Sarah had never known anyone so completely vulnerable, helpless, and
ticklish as the brunette who laid below her questing fingers. Feverish
flashes of desire coursed through the Dean's body as she attacked the
voluptuous curves and sensitive flesh of the screaming, giggling brunette.
Without regard for consequence, Sarah began stripping Margaret's underthings
from her body as she continued to tickle torture the hapless woman. The
discarded bra revealed a perfect pair of jiggling breasts that called
sensuously to the lustful Dean; begging her with their hardened nipples to be
tickled and teased.
As garter belt and panties were peeled down across Margaret's pale white
skin, Sarah delighted in teasing the tender creases of flesh above the
brunette's thighs, and titillating the furry brown mound that undulated
beneath her.
But Sarah lost all possibility of control when she discard the low
heeled flats the woman was wearing, peeled the remainder of her underthings
from her, and revealed Maggie's soft, and very vulnerable bare feet.
With delicious abandonment, Sarah raced her fingers up and down;
wickedly tickling Maggie's very sensitive bare feet.
Margaret was long ago lost to rational thought as she became once again
a slave to her ticklish vulnerability. Her fits of uncontrollably laughter
remained muffled by her bunched up clothing as the Dean continued to wickedly
tickle her soles.
Fearing the brunette might disentangle herself from her wardrobe
straight-jacket, Sarah dropped the woman's feebly kicking bare legs to the
carpet and snagged one of Maggie's discarded nylons.
With deft hands the Dean snared the topmost portions of Margaret's
skirt, blouse, and jacket and twisted them until she had a tight knot of
fabric. Swiftly, she bound the knot in place with the nylon, making a tight
bundle of the brunette's head and arms, keeping them well trapped within.
With the other nylon she had recovered, Sarah bound Margaret's left
ankle to the leg of her heavy, oak-wood desk.
Panting in delighted abandonment, Sarah gazed lasciviously down upon the
jiggling naked body of her recently fired Professor of English. Kneeling
casually by the brunette's cloth covered head, she evilly addressed the still
breathlessly giggling woman.
"I have a little deal for you..." she began, "...you tell me what you
did with the money, and I'll let you out of here with what little dignity you
may have left. However, if you don't tell me, I am going to most fiendishly
tickle you until you die laughing or pass out from the many orgasms I'm going
to make you have ! It's no secret across campus that you get turned on
whenever someone tickles you !"
Margaret's wounded mind could no longer assimilate threats, form proper
responses, or try to dissuade the Dean from her evil agenda. Weakly, she
tried to blurt a response and feebly kicked her free leg in an attempt to
free herself. She tried to say "I don't know" but the muffling clothing and
her already exhausted state muted it to a feeble "no" sound.
"Very well, then..." Sarah said with delicious satisfaction.
Rising, she snared Margaret's flailing leg, firmly clamped the
brunette's ankle under her arm, and furiously danced her long fingernails up
and down the woman's unprotected and totally vulnerable bare foot !
Rising squeals of laughter tore from Margaret's throat until she was so
engrossed in laughter and so completely out of breath that she could no
longer make a sound. Vainly, she wriggled and bounced against the soft
carpet in an attempt to escape this insidious tickle-torture.
Sarah could tell by the hard nubbins that Margaret's engorged nipples
had become that the woman was indeed becoming sexually excited from this
humiliating but hilarious torture. She persisted in tickling the brunette's
bare foot until the poor woman was so weak from laughter that she could
barely wriggle it any longer.
Laying the flaccid leg back to the floor, Sarah spread the helpless
woman wide and began lightly tracing her nails across the extremely sensitive
skin around Margaret's thighs, lower tummy, and love triangle. With
delighted satisfaction and unconcealed lust, the Dean observed the sensual
bump and grind of hips that her tickling was producing.
With unexpected efficiency, the Dean skillfully played the brunette like
a finely tuned piano; her long fingernails drawing staccato bursts of
giggling and long, throaty tremolos of moaning from her captive. Within
minutes she had the brunette worked up to such a frenzy that the woman's
ample hips were jerking and bumping frantically to the Dean's tune; finally
quivering with spasmodic twitches as the height of ecstasy burned through her
in sizzling release.
Margaret waited in apprehensive dejection in the Dean's office the next
morning. Unlike her evening at Lambda house, she remembered all too well the
obscene spectacle she had made of herself during the Board of Regent's
presentation. Confusion and paranoia dominated her besieged mind as she
wrung her hands fitfully and squirmed unpleasantly in her chair.
With a nod from the Dean's secretary, she rose timidly and forced
herself to open the door and enter the Dean's office.
The Dean of Women was unsure how to address the problem presented by the
English Comp professor. There was no question by anyone's standards that she
would have to be let go. Nothing could justify such blatantly sexual
behavior under any circumstances, but to put on such a performance in front
of the Board of Regents was irrefutably inexcusable.
Yet, Sarah Bergstrom was secretly divided on the issue. Despite her
anger at the recalcitrant professor, she was one of those at the presentation
that had been profoundly aroused by the libidinous display. She had had to
call on all her reserves of will power to keep from fondling herself into an
erotic fervor. It was this will power she had to invoke now in order to
remain firm with the Board's decision to dismiss her.
Margaret entered the office timidly, dressed much as she always was;
hair pulled back severely, wearing a staid, reserved, business like suit.
Again the dichotomy of this unobviously sensuous woman struck Sarah as
Margaret demurely took the chair she was pointed to. She could tell by her
demeanor and all too obvious blushing that the brunette was thoroughly
embarrassed by what had transpired yesterday. It was this innocence and
vulnerability that sparked the wicked thoughts that began to course through
Sarah's brain.
"I suppose you've surmised that yesterday's disgraceful display means
your dismissal" Sarah began as an opening to this session.
Margaret stammered fitfully, unable to put into words the abuses that
had befallen her these past few days. "It's.... I mean.. not my fault..." she
tried weakly.
"NOT YOUR FAULT !!!!???? TO PARADE AROUND NUDE AND MASTURBATE IN FRONT
OF THE BOARD OF REGENTS ???" Sarah screamed as the brunette winced at her
attack.
"IS THAT HOW YOU HOPED TO OBTAIN A FEDERAL GRANT FOR THE ENGLISH
DEPARTMENT ???!!!!"
Margaret continued to wring her hands fitfully. She had no defense
against her actions; had no idea what could have possessed her to act in such
a fashion.
A surge of power swept through Sarah's lithe body. She knew she had a
firm upper hand here and reveled in the glory of such power. In light of Ms.
Standley's public offering yesterday, anything she said or did would
immediately be brought into question. A brief memory of Margaret's failure
to dismiss those two students flared briefly in Sarah's mind and sparked a
need for revenge.
Sarah strode purposefully around her desk to confront the cringing
brunette with as much force as she could muster.
"I'M SURE YOU KNOW THAT THE SCIENCE DEPARTMENT RECEIVED EVERY LAST
DOLLAR OF THE FEDERAL GRANTS, DON'T YOU ?"
Margaret winced visibly and tried to shrink back into her chair. A
niggling thought pressed at the back of her brain connecting yesterday's
fiasco with the Science Department.
Again, that surge of dominant power swept over Sarah and made her knees
tremble in glorious anticipation. Without conscious thought, she continued to
verbally blister the errant professor even as she moved idly to the door and
calmly shot the bolt home.
"And there's another matter that requires some answers from you before
your departure..." Sarah began cattily, "...an audit conducted last night by
the Board revealed some $100,000.00 missing from the English Department's
funds !"
Shocked out of her fear in horror, Margaret could only feebly shake her
head in an attempt to deny any responsibility.
"THE BOOKS REVEALED THAT MONEY SIGNED OUT TO YOU FOR FIRST EDITION
ACQUISITION ! APRIL WAS RIGHT ! NOW YOU WILL TELL ME RIGHT THIS MINUTE WHERE
THAT MONEY IS !" Sarah yelled.
"TELL ME !!!!" Sarah screamed as she advanced menacingly upon the
brunette and towered threateningly over her, "TELL ME WHAT THE HELL YOU THINK
YOU WERE DOING AND TELL ME WHAT YOU'VE DONE WITH THOSE FUNDS !!!"
Tears began to seep from Margaret's eyes as her mind began to unravel.
Even then, the words "April was right" occupied a small portion of her
memory. She hoped and prayed for deliverance from this assault but could
only manage a weak "I don't know".
"Well, maybe I can help you remember" Sarah said as her pulse quickened
with forbidden excitement. Before Margaret knew what was happening, Sarah's
arms darted inside her suit jacket like fiendish snakes and her fingers
danced wickedly up and down Margaret's sides !
"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE !!!!!!!!!!" Margaret squealed as the Dean
attacked her ticklish rib cage. Reflexively, she brought her arms in tight to
her sides but only managed to trap the Dean's wriggling fingers against her
sensitive tummy. Fitfully, Margaret kicked her legs futilely in the air and
sunk lower into the overstuffed chair.
"OOOHHHHHH !!! Ticklish, are we ?" Sarah crooned as her continued
assault reduced the brunette to giggling helplessness.
As Margaret tried to avoid this latest attack in her most helpless arena
she began to slump lower and lower in the chair. Unfortunately, as she
scooted off of the padded leather seat, the hem of her skirt snagged on the
oversized tacks and hiked up to her waist as she plumped onto the shag rug.
The sight of the brunette's lacy black underwear and tasteful stockings
and garters exploded delightfully in Sarah's mind. In swift decision, Sarah
grabbed the rumpled hem of Margaret's skirt, and with a mighty heave, peeled
skirt, blouse and suit coat up into an enfolding mass of tangled apparel
about the wriggling woman's head and upraised arms.
With the professor's giggling squeals effectively muzzled and her
flailing arms hopelessly trapped, Sarah tossed the trussed brunette to her
back on the carpet and straddled her sexily clad body.
Like lightning, Sarah's long fingers darted in to tease sensitive
armpits, fiendishly prodded ticklish ribs, and wickedly dallied over
Margaret's heaving, vibrating tummy; instantly reducing the woman to helpless
hilarity below her.
Sarah had never known anyone so completely vulnerable, helpless, and
ticklish as the brunette who laid below her questing fingers. Feverish
flashes of desire coursed through the Dean's body as she attacked the
voluptuous curves and sensitive flesh of the screaming, giggling brunette.
Without regard for consequence, Sarah began stripping Margaret's underthings
from her body as she continued to tickle torture the hapless woman. The
discarded bra revealed a perfect pair of jiggling breasts that called
sensuously to the lustful Dean; begging her with their hardened nipples to be
tickled and teased.
As garter belt and panties were peeled down across Margaret's pale white
skin, Sarah delighted in teasing the tender creases of flesh above the
brunette's thighs, and titillating the furry brown mound that undulated
beneath her.
But Sarah lost all possibility of control when she discard the low
heeled flats the woman was wearing, peeled the remainder of her underthings
from her, and revealed Maggie's soft, and very vulnerable bare feet.
With delicious abandonment, Sarah raced her fingers up and down;
wickedly tickling Maggie's very sensitive bare feet.
Margaret was long ago lost to rational thought as she became once again
a slave to her ticklish vulnerability. Her fits of uncontrollably laughter
remained muffled by her bunched up clothing as the Dean continued to wickedly
tickle her soles.
Fearing the brunette might disentangle herself from her wardrobe
straight-jacket, Sarah dropped the woman's feebly kicking bare legs to the
carpet and snagged one of Maggie's discarded nylons.
With deft hands the Dean snared the topmost portions of Margaret's
skirt, blouse, and jacket and twisted them until she had a tight knot of
fabric. Swiftly, she bound the knot in place with the nylon, making a tight
bundle of the brunette's head and arms, keeping them well trapped within.
With the other nylon she had recovered, Sarah bound Margaret's left
ankle to the leg of her heavy, oak-wood desk.
Panting in delighted abandonment, Sarah gazed lasciviously down upon the
jiggling naked body of her recently fired Professor of English. Kneeling
casually by the brunette's cloth covered head, she evilly addressed the still
breathlessly giggling woman.
"I have a little deal for you..." she began, "...you tell me what you
did with the money, and I'll let you out of here with what little dignity you
may have left. However, if you don't tell me, I am going to most fiendishly
tickle you until you die laughing or pass out from the many orgasms I'm going
to make you have ! It's no secret across campus that you get turned on
whenever someone tickles you !"
Margaret's wounded mind could no longer assimilate threats, form proper
responses, or try to dissuade the Dean from her evil agenda. Weakly, she
tried to blurt a response and feebly kicked her free leg in an attempt to
free herself. She tried to say "I don't know" but the muffling clothing and
her already exhausted state muted it to a feeble "no" sound.
"Very well, then..." Sarah said with delicious satisfaction.
Rising, she snared Margaret's flailing leg, firmly clamped the
brunette's ankle under her arm, and furiously danced her long fingernails up
and down the woman's unprotected and totally vulnerable bare foot !
Rising squeals of laughter tore from Margaret's throat until she was so
engrossed in laughter and so completely out of breath that she could no
longer make a sound. Vainly, she wriggled and bounced against the soft
carpet in an attempt to escape this insidious tickle-torture.
Sarah could tell by the hard nubbins that Margaret's engorged nipples
had become that the woman was indeed becoming sexually excited from this
humiliating but hilarious torture. She persisted in tickling the brunette's
bare foot until the poor woman was so weak from laughter that she could
barely wriggle it any longer.
Laying the flaccid leg back to the floor, Sarah spread the helpless
woman wide and began lightly tracing her nails across the extremely sensitive
skin around Margaret's thighs, lower tummy, and love triangle. With
delighted satisfaction and unconcealed lust, the Dean observed the sensual
bump and grind of hips that her tickling was producing.
With unexpected efficiency, the Dean skillfully played the brunette like
a finely tuned piano; her long fingernails drawing staccato bursts of
giggling and long, throaty tremolos of moaning from her captive. Within
minutes she had the brunette worked up to such a frenzy that the woman's
ample hips were jerking and bumping frantically to the Dean's tune; finally
quivering with spasmodic twitches as the height of ecstasy burned through her
in sizzling release.
