This is my second story here. And like the first one, it is true. I had to change a few things, but the essence is the same. My name is not important. I’m around 30, and I keep myself in shape. I try to keep it very professional with the students; I really do, but they make it quite difficult. You will see.

The faculty board, or someone up in management, had the idea of encouraging students' imagination and giving them more liberty. I would have told them it was a stupid idea, but I didn't. Nobody listens to us. So, I did as they asked, and one day, I proposed that the students write a short story. Anonymous, but something intimate, something that especially moved them. They were free to use any style they wanted. Freedom! They seemed quite happy to do it.

One week later, they placed their printed stories in a box. I tried my best to keep everything anonymous. All nice and good, until I started to read them. Oh, boy! Most were from girls who experienced some kind of love drama. Soap opera style. Cheating boyfriend; lying boyfriend; fell in love with two guys and didn't know how to choose, and in the end lost both of them. The classics! Literarily, they were interesting though, because I could really see their personality through the story. It wasn't the waste of time I expected.

It was morning; I was drinking coffee and freezing my ass off in the cold office when I got to the story that started this story, if I may use a wordplay. As I read it, I felt a sudden rush of heat all over my body. I was shocked. My first instinct was to ignore the subject, just comment on the literary style and forget about it. It would have been the smart thing to do, but as you can imagine, it intrigued me too much to let it go. Who was the author? And why write something so raw and vivid?

I read it again and again. Then I searched some older assignments and tried to find some words, some stylistic clues that could give her up. Thinking in terms of personality, the list of suspects was quite short. Very few girls would have the audacity to write something like that. Or at least, that was my reasoning. First, it could be Laura. Smart, many consider her stuck-up, arrogant, and quite rude. Maybe because it looks like she thinks of herself as very attractive and likes to be the centre of attention. Not a bad student after all.

Suspect number two was Ines. This one is really sexy, and she's not demanding attention because, clearly, she doesn't need to. Her body is a magnet for all the boys’ looks and for the girls’ envy.

The third was Cecily. She would fit the submissive profile the best, but the other clues point more towards Ines and Laura. I didn't think she would dare to be so forward. Or maybe she would?

I decided to call them one by one in my office and test the waters in order to get enough clues and maybe find the author.

First I asked Laura, but she told me that she had some exams and she was very stressed with them. She said she would come to my office in a few days. I found that quite incriminating, but I decided to continue. The next day, Ines arrived in my office as I asked. She seemed very relaxed and in her element. Almost too relaxed.

"Ines, I would like to talk about your assignment for last week. It was quite bold, don't you think?"

"I don't know, Prof. I followed the instructions. As you said, raw and personal."

"Yes, but... I don't know if this is supposed to be a metaphor, an allegory or something, or you just wanted to provoke me. I feel you crossed a line here. No?"

"I didn't realise that. Sorry! I hope you are not going to flunk me."

"It's not about the grade. Don't worry. It's about the subject. If you don't want to talk here, and I quite understand that, maybe we can go next door to O’Malley’s to discuss it freely."

"Super! A drink with the coolest Prof!"

"OK. Let's go then."

"Should I ask my boyfriend if he doesn't mind?"

This took me by surprise, and as I was trying to come up with the best reply, she simply said, "Joking! Surely, he won't mind. He'd probably love to hear about it."

She continued, asking if I'd forgotten we'd gone to the same bar with her and other colleagues to discuss the unreliable narrator technique. I had to lie and say, of course, I remembered. There are so many times that we have to go there with the students, or to a park, a coffee shop, even opera or theatre, just to make them interested in school. To make them feel listened to, cared for. Like a pat on the shoulder just for showing up in class. The things we do for this University!

The bar was half empty, and we took a table in a quiet corner of the room. I wanted to order a coffee, but she insisted on me drinking beer with her. She can be quite convincing, so I accepted.

"So, Prof, my little story provoked you? It clearly made an impression if you decided to talk here."

I took out the paper from my jacket and handed it to her. I asked her to read it out loud. She took the paper, looked it over for a few seconds, smiled innocently and started to read in such a neutral tone that it made my blood boil.

"I was called to Professor E.'s office after class. I turned in a bad, lazy story. He said he was disappointed and declared in a very determined voice that I CAN do better. He locked the door after me. Stood behind me and softly told me to bend over his desk. It didn't surprise me at all. I deserved it. I misbehaved. I really did. I assumed the position and raised my skirt without him telling me to. Without a word, he pulled down my panties to my knees. He spanked me quite hard, making me gasp. Three on each side. Then he unzipped, and I felt his hard cock pressing against me. Write a new story, he encouraged me, as his cock pushed against my cunt.

"He slapped me again, but more playfully this time. He slid it in so easily and started thrusting into me deep and slow. 'A better one. While I fuck the laziness out of you.' I scribbled on the paper, moaning, my handwriting shaky as he pounded me, his hand in my hair, filling me with every stroke until I came, screaming. He said the new story was better, but I still need to work on it. I'm sure he will invite me to his office soon enough."

After she read it, I said, "You still don't want to talk about it?"

"Oh! But I do. Because this is not my story! But I'm so glad you showed it to me!"

"Not your story? But you admitted it in my office."

"I thought you caught me cheating. You see, I asked my boyfriend to write something. I didn't even read all of it."

"This is quite awkward. I'm sorry, you know, for assuming that you..."

She stopped me and said, "You are quite bold, Mr E. Making me read this dirty story!"

"Again, I’m sorry… it was a mistake."

"No, actually, it's perfect! Let's go to your place to talk more."

"Ines, please! Don’t speak like this!"

"I find you quite attractive, and this story inspired me. Maybe I’ll get a good grade after our talk, no?"

I was quite shocked for a few seconds. I tried my best to refuse her. Thinking back to that moment, I guess the idea was so exciting and naughty that maybe I didn't try my best to say no. She must have sensed my momentary weakness and pressed on.

"Prof! I'm quite a sexual person. Why not enjoy it as long as I can? It is a genuine offer! Take it!"

After I thought it over, I realized she was the kind of girl who would like to flirt shamelessly. And quite too hot. I just paid the bill and ordered a taxi. We talked about books and movies, like two old friends. She was quite an interesting woman.

I was happy to find that my apartment looked clean and that I had left it in order after I left in the morning. Thank God for that. She looked up in the cupboard and chose a red wine. She said she knew a lot about wines as she poured two glasses. We drank a little and then started to kiss and fool around. She kissed like she was hungry for it, almost desperate. She moaned so softly and languorously when I squeezed and caressed her small, perky tits. As my hand reached her already wet panties, she stopped me.

"Fuck me against your desk, just like in the story! And please, no condom. I want to feel you. Please!"

She took a final sip of the wine and went to my desk, leaving me there wondering what to do. I thought of a trap. Could she be so evil? I imagined domino pieces falling down, one after the other. The day had been like this. Then I saw her bent over the table where I work and remembered her words. Why not enjoy it as long as I can?

Feeling me close behind her, she started to play the part. It felt so natural to hear her saying she was a bad girl, that she needed to be punished, that she needed a good spanking.

And I did play my role, feeling her small ass trembling softly as my palm hit it, one by one. She begged me to fuck her.

I used both hands to squeeze her rosy cheeks and pull them apart, offering a splendid view. I just pushed my hard dick inside and started to fuck her raw, as she begged me to go deeper, harder, to punish her cunt. I tried to resist it longer, but it was impossible. I pushed deep inside one last time and got off with a loud moan. It was some of the best sex I had in months.

She smiled back at me and said wickedly, "Thank you, sir!"

Then, as she stayed there bent over the table, she asked me to take her phone and take a photo of her "kitty". She added that sometimes her boyfriend needs some extra motivation. Now, I remembered. She said something about a boyfriend.

I hesitated and said, "Your kitty looks splendid, but I don't know if I want to get between you two."

"It's a little late to play the innocent. But, you know, I will tell you who wrote that story if you do it."

I was so curious about who it really was, though it wasn't as if this misunderstanding had been unpleasant! I took the phone and positioned it right below her, angling it to capture the moment as she spread her pussy wide open. It was glistening, dark pink.

I watched as she took back her phone and started a message exchange. Surely the boyfriend received his "nice surprise".

"See, he is busy at work, but he'll hurry home to ravage me. I can't wait!"

"So, who was the anonymous author?"

"Oh, it was quite simple. It was Lilly."

Lilly! It was so obvious, fuck! I wanted to say something, to ask how she knew it, but Ines silenced me with her little hand and took me to the bedroom to make the most of the hour she had before returning home to her boyfriend. I knew I should get back to the faculty, but not before I offered her that most desired cream pie.

And Lilly, well, she is another story!