Sasha Bull arrived for her tutorial already dressed for the argument she intended to win. The green lace barely covered her. Black stockings, sheer to the skin, ran up to a suspender belt that framed the rest. She wanted the mark on her last paper raised, and she had decided the usual conversation would not be enough.
Roger took one look and went still. A student offering her body in exchange for a grade was, to him, an attack on the only thing that made the work mean anything. He did not bargain. He took her over his knee, lifted the lace, and spanked the full curve of her backside until the sound of it filled the room.
Sasha did not stay there. Outrage carried her. She shoved him onto the bed, dropped her weight onto his face, and then locked her thighs around his head from the front, squeezing until the pressure left him little room to think. He tried to buy his way out with a small adjustment to the grade. She heard it and decided it was no longer enough. Only an A would do.
What followed was systematic. She held him in a front headscissor, then a reverse, then stood and closed her legs around his neck from above. She sat on his face facing him, sat on him the other way, and then settled her full weight and stayed. When she leaned forward, bare breasts covered his mouth and nose; the size of her nipples did the rest of the convincing.
Whether Roger finally gives the mature student exactly what she came for is the last question in the room. The answer is in the footage.
