Punish Caitlyn for not knowing about the Cremasteric Reflex
From Create Your Own Story
"Caitlyn, how do you not know what the Cremasteric reflex is? I gave two lectures on it this past week?"
"Well..." She looks taken aback. "I uh, I didn't come to lectures last week." She admits sheepishly.
"Why weren't you in lectures last week?"
"Well, I was sick last week..."
"Sick. Don't lie Caitlyn, I heard that you played in both your soccer games this week, so you clearly weren't sick." Caitlyn looks away in embarrassment at being called out on her lie. For a second you feel bad for calling her out, but you are tired and not in the best of moods, besides you did put a lot of effort into preparing your lectures on reflexes and Caitlyn had a habit of skipping your classes.
"I am sorry professor. It is just that we had our sorority rush last week and I am in charge of organizing our social events so I was very busy last week."
"Listen, Caitlyn. You have consistently been skipping classes this semester and if I am honest it is definitely effecting your grade in the course." Caitlyn didn't respond for several seconds. She looked slightly stunned by your directness.
"What do you mean it is effecting my grade?" Caitlyn asked nervously. "Isn't the class just pass fail?"
"Yes, it is just a pass/fail class, but every unexcused absence counts against your grade and right now you are on the cusp of failing as a result." This always happened every time you teach a pass/fail class. Inevitably it fills up with student athletes and students looking for an easy course and usually you are laid back about it, but this semester you have decided enough is enough.
"I am almost failing! I can't fail! If I fail this class I wont be able to stay on the soccer team!" Caitlyn said, her eyes wide in disbelief.
"Please professor, I care about this class! I have just been soooo busy. I need to pass!" She said looking desperate. But you are in no mood to be accommodating.
"I am sorry Caitlyn, but you can't expect me to ignore your unexcused absence just because you are busy with Greek life and your sports team. If you can ace your exam Friday there is a chance you will pass." Caitlyn sat stunned for a second before she responded.
"Professor, if I am honest we both know I won't do well on the test. I hardly know the material. Is there really nothing I can do to make up for missing classes?"
"Sorry Caitlyn, but doing well on your exam on Friday is really your only option."
Caitlyn stood in stunned silence, her eyes looked slightly watery as if she was on the verge of tears. You feel bad for her, but there have been one too many students who have take advantage of your pass/fail policy. You aren't putting up with it any longer no matter how sad they look or ... how sexy they are.
"Professor." Caitlyn's voice interrupted your thoughts. Re-focusing your attention you notice the Caitlyn no longer looks like she is on the verge of tears. Quite the contrary she has a determined almost bemused expression on her face and her penetrating blue eyes are looking you up and down. She takes a step around the desk towards you.
"Yes?" You asked hesitantly, feeling slightly uneasy as Caitlyn makes her way towards you.
"I need to pass this class." She said, her voice is soft almost dangerous. "I will do anything to pass this class." She places her hand firmly on your chest pressing you back into your chair.
"Caitlyn what are.."
"Are you attracted to me?" Caitlyn interrupts.
"What? Caitlyn what are you.."
"Are you attracted to me." Caitlyn interrupts again.
"Caitlyn. I... You are beautiful, but..." Before you can finish your sentence or collect your thoughts Caitlyn interrupts a third time.
"I will do anything to pass this class professor." Caitlyn slides her hand down and rests it on top of your groin. You let out an involuntary gasp in surprise as she touches you. Stunned you look up at her your mind racing. You can't do this, she is your student. You can get in such much trouble. You need to say no! But before you can act on your thoughts she begins to rub her hand up and down and you feel yourself growing hard.
"Caitlyn... Please." You implore looking up at her. A smirk flitters across her face. She knows you don't have the will power to say no.
Removing her hand from your groin Caitlyn places a knee on either side of you and straddles you. You can feel the weight of her body settle onto your lap.
(edit - you kiss
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