Step Into My Office
A sub/dom German teacher fantasy
Shawn had no idea what to expect when he walked into Ms. Gunther’s office.
The last time he had come to her office hours he had left with an almost painful hard on that he was sure he was barely concealing.
And this time - he was fresh off the heels of an erotic dream about Ms. Gunther, the associate German professor, that had caused him to wake up panting.
He gulped in a giant intake of air as he reached the slightly open door of her office, and forced himself to slowly push it out again.
Then he slipped through the door.
“Herr Shawn?” came Ms. Gunther’s melodic voice. She was turned away from him, towards her bookshelf, and didn’t lift her head from the book she was reading as he took slow, steady steps toward her desk.
Shawn’s progress halted when she finally tilted her eyes up to him. Her elegant nose and full lips were still directed towards the open book.
Shawn cleared his throat and immediately regretted the way the sound filled the small office. “Um, Ms. Gunther…”
“Frau.”
“Frau Gunther, sorry. You wanted to see me about my grade?”
“Close ze door.”
“Um?”
“CLOSE.”
“Uh, yes… Frau.” Shawn fought against the tremble he could feel in his legs and managed to backtrack the few paces to the door.
“Sehr gut. Now you sit.”
Shawn just nodded this time. He didn’t think the stammering was doing him any favors with this formidable woman.
Your grade?” Ms. Gunther granted Shawn her full attention now and he almost couldn’t handle it. She was pouty in a way that made it hard for him to focus on conjugation even in a class with 20 other people. To be alone in a room with her, those hazel eyes fixed on him, with a closed door no less, was practically agony.
Shawn fought back his vivid fantasies about Ms. Gunther and attempted to focus. “My…grade, yes Frau… I’m failing so far this quarter and the note on my quiz said that you wanted to see me.”
“You can’t focus.” Ms. Gunther’s tone was a little softer, but the words sounded accusatory.
“What?”
“You are all pent up. It’s a real problem, ja?” Ms. Gunther pronounced ‘problem’ closer to the German - ‘PRAH-blem’.
“Oh. I mean…”
“It’s not a dialogue, Herr Shawn.” Shawn felt his cheeks warm as he heard her say his name again.
“Yes, Frau.”
“You do vant to improve your grade? Or do you not?”
“I do, yes ma’….I…yes Frau. I really need this credit.” Shawn swallowed. “And obviously, German is a lovely language.” A lovely, stern, terrifying language, he thought but didn’t say.
“So.” Ms. Gunther’s expression hadn’t softened at all.
“Um, sorry Frau, did you have a recommendation?”
“Recommendation….nein. Demand, I think, is the proper English.”
“Demand, Frau?”
“Yes.”
“Sorry, um, and sorry for saying sorry again. What demand?”
“I demand…” Ms. Gunther raised her hands from the book in her lap and placed them on the desk. “….I demand that you don’t ask another fucking question.”
“Ma’am?”
Ms. Gunther smacked her right hand down on the desk, and a loud thwack rang out in the small office.
“Frau.”
Shawn blushed bright red. He lowered his eyes, even as he felt himself harden for Ms. Gunther’s assertiveness - her obvious dominance.
“Yes, Frau,” he murmured.
“No more questions,” she said in a controlled tone.
Shawn shook his head from side to side. No, there would be no more questions.
“You are already….stiffening,” Ms. Gunther said. “Now, you will unzip your pants.”
Shawn’s eyes widened. He still didn’t look up at his professor.
What if this were some type of game?
In his peripheral vision, Shawn saw Ms. Gunther raise her left hand in the air and let it hover against the desk. He didn’t want any retribution if he didn’t comply with her order.
And he was afraid he might finish in his pants if she smacked the desk again.
Her hand stayed in the air as Shawn quickly unbuttoned his pants and eased the zipper down.
“Gut,” she said quietly. “Now, you show me.”
Shawn felt a shiver run down his body and noticed that he was complying even more easily with this directive.
How many fantasies about Ms. Gunther had he had that started exactly like this?
Shawn controlled the slight tremor in his hand as he tugged down his pants and then his boxers. He knew how hard he was, as soon as Ms. Gunther had started talking down to him, but he was still (almost) surprised to see his throbbing cock spring up to attention as soon as his boxers were out of the way.
“Gut,” Ms. Gunther said again. “Und now, spit in your hand.”
Shawn spit so quickly he was afraid he might blush even more. To be so compliant, it should be something for him to be ashamed of - right?
“With the wet hand, you stroke. Only at the base.”
Shawn gave a quick nod. He hadn’t looked up at Ms. Gunther yet but the knowledge that she was watching him, (she must be watching, to give him praise), consumed him.
“You go too fast,” she said. “Langsam.” It was the German word for slow.
Dutifully, Shawn slowed his pace. He realized he could squeeze the base and barely move his hand. The friction from his firm palm felt incredible enough, without a lot of pumping.
“That’s it,” Ms. Gunther half-whispered. “Keep stroking. You are all the same, in the Intro class. Young, and dumb. No focus.”
Shawn wondered if Ms. Gunther knew the American expression that expanded on that thought with ‘…full of cum’.
He stroked, roughly, hesitating to meet Ms. Gunther’s gaze at first. But another thwack on the desk drew his attention back to her immediately.
“You’re doing it,” she murmured. “You won’t stop unless you’re told…”
Shawn moaned at the controlling words. He was powerless and completely empowered by the attention from Ms. Gunther. This was a dream he hoped he would never wake up from.
“Schnell,” Ms. Gunther said in a more gentle voice than she had used before. “Go faster now.”
Shawn felt his thighs shake as he picked up the pace. It was unbelievable that the Frau was watching him. And even better that she was encouraging him.
Shawn groaned out a release, more quickly than he had hoped to. He sat stunned, in the chair opposite Ms. Gunther, suddenly embarrassed.
Wordlessly, she handed a tissue across her desk. Her fingers quickly brushed against Shawn’s as he accepted it.
“Next time,” Ms. Gunther said primly, “you’ll be better prepared to follow directions.” She stared right at Shawn and he met her gaze again. “Next time, we’ll go for longer.”
Shawn looked down at his still-quivering legs and sighed.
Shawn let himself out of Ms. Gunther’s office. The tissues she had passed him were stored in his pocket, and he was eager to wash his hands.
He smiled to himself and wondered how this visit with her would impact his grade. Even more so, he wondered when Ms. Gunther would summon him to her office again.
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