advised her of her appointment, reminded her several times and called her five minutes ahead to make sure she was available for the attendant. Taking no chances, he’d arranged for service through the dealership’s white glove service. They picked up her car, left a loaner, and returned it after service was completed, fully washed and detailed. It cost a little more, but it was that crucial to him, gave him peace of mind so she accepted it. Not to mention, all Lanie had to do was be there to hand over her key fob—simple as that. Once again, her take-charge husband had solved a problem and they’d moved on.
Chapter Nine
The parking lot was near empty, not surprising for late on a Friday evening prior to a holiday weekend. Most of Ethan’s colleagues and students had probably cut out early in order to get a head start on their plans for the unofficial last weekend of summer. That should have been the case for them as well, but with him working late and her traffic headaches, here they were, still stuck in town. Hoping the delays weren’t a bad omen for their upcoming trip, she rushed up the steps and down the corridor toward his office.
Glad that she had changed into jeans, a tee, and her sneakers at home, she regretted not grabbing a dry pair of panties from her suitcase. As always, her memories of her time with Ethan, including the punishments, had left her uncomfortably damp. Eager to see him, however, she didn’t go back. The corridor to his office was quiet, the occasional squeak of her rubber soled shoes on the shiny tile floor the only sound. As she approached his office, she noticed the door was ajar, allowing her to walk right in. Immediately, her gaze landed on a large white box tied prettily with a huge red bow. Sitting front and center on his desk, it was impossible to miss. Hands trembling with anticipation, she reached for the small envelope that was tucked under the ribbon. The name on the front, written in Ethan’s familiar bold script, was a surprise. She paused briefly, considering what it could mean, but didn’t have a clue. Thoroughly intrigued, she unfolded it and read the note
Miss Langston,
Your outfit for our appointment this evening is in the box. Put it on, then meet me down the hall in room 112. Do not dawdle or there will be additional consequences.
Professor Fischer
A quiver that started in her belly at the use of her maiden name and the formal address. It changed into a full-fledged flutter at the mention of additional consequences. Dying to know what her naughty professor was up to, she quickly set the note aside and with eager fingers tore into the box. The bright red ribbon was nothing to her eager fingers and in a single tear, it was gone and she pulled off the lid. As she took in the contents, her breath hitched sharply and a wave of excitement zipped through her. Folded neatly in white tissue paper lay a traditional schoolgirl uniform. Consisting of a white blouse with a Peter Pan collar and a pleated red plaid skirt, also included was a pair of anklet socks and a not-so-traditional black Mary Jane shoes with a four-inch stacked heel. The shoes were incongruent with the outfit, but made it sexy—big girl sexy. It all seemed deliciously taboo.
“Professor Fischer is being a very wicked boy,” she whispered to the empty room as she closed and locked the door to change. As she slipped on the white blouse, she noted the sheer fabric and decided to lose her bra. The skirt came next, what there was of it. It was so short it barely covered her panties, in fact, if she bent over her entire backside would be on display. Socks and shoes followed. Feeling deliciously naughty, she giggled as she fastened the little gold buckles.
Once dressed, she was putting her discarded clothes in the box, when she noticed two hair ties. After quickly fashioning two long pigtails, she searched for a mirror. Spying the coat closet, she was pleased to find a full length mirror on the
Chapter Nine
The parking lot was near empty, not surprising for late on a Friday evening prior to a holiday weekend. Most of Ethan’s colleagues and students had probably cut out early in order to get a head start on their plans for the unofficial last weekend of summer. That should have been the case for them as well, but with him working late and her traffic headaches, here they were, still stuck in town. Hoping the delays weren’t a bad omen for their upcoming trip, she rushed up the steps and down the corridor toward his office.
Glad that she had changed into jeans, a tee, and her sneakers at home, she regretted not grabbing a dry pair of panties from her suitcase. As always, her memories of her time with Ethan, including the punishments, had left her uncomfortably damp. Eager to see him, however, she didn’t go back. The corridor to his office was quiet, the occasional squeak of her rubber soled shoes on the shiny tile floor the only sound. As she approached his office, she noticed the door was ajar, allowing her to walk right in. Immediately, her gaze landed on a large white box tied prettily with a huge red bow. Sitting front and center on his desk, it was impossible to miss. Hands trembling with anticipation, she reached for the small envelope that was tucked under the ribbon. The name on the front, written in Ethan’s familiar bold script, was a surprise. She paused briefly, considering what it could mean, but didn’t have a clue. Thoroughly intrigued, she unfolded it and read the note
Miss Langston,
Your outfit for our appointment this evening is in the box. Put it on, then meet me down the hall in room 112. Do not dawdle or there will be additional consequences.
Professor Fischer
A quiver that started in her belly at the use of her maiden name and the formal address. It changed into a full-fledged flutter at the mention of additional consequences. Dying to know what her naughty professor was up to, she quickly set the note aside and with eager fingers tore into the box. The bright red ribbon was nothing to her eager fingers and in a single tear, it was gone and she pulled off the lid. As she took in the contents, her breath hitched sharply and a wave of excitement zipped through her. Folded neatly in white tissue paper lay a traditional schoolgirl uniform. Consisting of a white blouse with a Peter Pan collar and a pleated red plaid skirt, also included was a pair of anklet socks and a not-so-traditional black Mary Jane shoes with a four-inch stacked heel. The shoes were incongruent with the outfit, but made it sexy—big girl sexy. It all seemed deliciously taboo.
“Professor Fischer is being a very wicked boy,” she whispered to the empty room as she closed and locked the door to change. As she slipped on the white blouse, she noted the sheer fabric and decided to lose her bra. The skirt came next, what there was of it. It was so short it barely covered her panties, in fact, if she bent over her entire backside would be on display. Socks and shoes followed. Feeling deliciously naughty, she giggled as she fastened the little gold buckles.
Once dressed, she was putting her discarded clothes in the box, when she noticed two hair ties. After quickly fashioning two long pigtails, she searched for a mirror. Spying the coat closet, she was pleased to find a full length mirror on the
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