The Freshman
Copyright 2005 by EC
EC's Erotic Art & Fiction - http://www.ecgraphicarts.com/

(warnings: corporal punishment, erotic discipline, public nudity, sex between 
adults, references to drug use, references to violence, language)

Chapter 2 - The first day of classes

The next day Jason went over to Ken's room to see about getting breakfast. Ken 
was sitting at his desk, fiddling with a camera lens with a frustrated look on his 
face. He had not bothered to get dressed yet, but quickly slipped on a pair of 
shorts, sandals, and a Hawaiian-style shirt. The two college students ate by 
themselves, as Ken showed a class roster to Jason and gave him an interesting 
piece of news.

"Check this out. Looks like we're in the same section of Life Drawing. First thing 
this morning at nine."

Ken and Jason barely had enough time to purchase drawing pads and markers at 
the student store before the class started. They headed over to the Art Building, 
which was one of the oldest buildings on campus. The rooms were well lit with 
huge old-style multi-paned windows that let in plenty of natural light. The 
windows had not been painted over, so the classes could look out onto the yard in 
front of the building, and passers-by could see into the classrooms from the 
sidewalk.

That lack of privacy in the classroom caused Jason's art instructor her first crisis 
of the semester; her life model had quit upon seeing how visible the room was to 
the outside. The instructor was left with no model for that day's session, and 
possibly would be short a model for the entire class. As soon as the students were 
assembled the woman made an announcement, she needed a student to model for 
the semester. She sweetened the deal by offering to waive three general 
requirement credit hours to anyone willing to volunteer.

Several students thought over the offer, but Jason was the first to raise his hand. 
He was not planning on majoring in art, and the three extra credit hours would get 
his humanities requirement out of the way after just a single semester. But of 
course, what excited Jason even more than the three credit hours was having an 
opportunity to stand naked in a room of other students and get rewarded for it.

Five minutes later, with his heart pounding, Jason climbed up onto the model's 
platform after hanging up his clothes on some hooks near the professor's desk. 
The windows were open, letting the hot August air into the room as thirty sets of 
eyes continuously glanced up at the his body and then back to their sketchpads. 
People walking outside had a clear view into the classroom, and many glanced 
into the window or through the classroom's open door. Jason was truly on display 
to the world, it seemed. When Jason's eyes shifted over to Ken, he noticed his 
friend was pure business, carefully studying his figure to render it to paper.

When class ended Jason's professor handed him a light robe, pulled out a contract, 
and discussed the modeling requirements in more detail. The next modeling 
session would be for the class at 11:00. He would spend the first month of the 
semester modeling for the professor's two morning classes, then would switch 
places with a female model who was working the afternoon classes. In exchange 
for his time Jason would be added to the university's work-study program as well 
as receiving the three class credits.

With his contract signed Jason hung up his robe and ascended the platform for the 
11:00 group. By late morning the room was sultry and it turned out that Jason was 
the most comfortably dressed person among the class. The sweaty students had 
their sketchpads ready as they looked up at him with curious expressions. At the 
command of the art professor, Jason took up a standing pose, one that required 
him to spread his legs and was revealing to the students immediately at the foot of 
the model's platform.

Jason held his position, but his eyes moved about the room, curious to see who 
was enrolled in the class. Then, off to one side, Jason noticed a very familiar face, 
his RA Cecilia Sanchez. The attractive Dominican was absorbed with her sketch, 
as she carefully lined up the features of the model's body to convert the vision to 
an image of ink and paper. 

Their eyes met. Cecilia's face seemed to shine. She was relishing every detail, 
along with the knowledge that he would be in here, exposed to her and the world, 
for at least another month. This was the third time in less than 24 hours she had 
seen him in the nude. The freshman's body now held absolutely no secrets from 
the RA; she could observe and study him at her leisure. And yet...even though he 
was modeling for her class she desperately wanted to see even more of him. She 
fervently hoped to catch him naked in the dorm hallway again later that night.

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Cecilia left the art class to go back to her dorm, changed her clothes, and returned 
to the Economics Department for an appointment at 12:30. Her thoughts were in 
turmoil, as her mind raced back and forth between the fears from her past and her 
desires and hopes for the future. 

The sophomore's thoughts moved to the freshman Jason Schmidt. At first she 
couldn't understand her fascination with Jason, other than he was so totally 
different from every other guy she had ever known. He was quiet and serious, but 
seemed like a fairly decent person. It was obvious that his family had money, but 
he did not flaunt it like many of the other dorm residents. He was handsome, but 
there was nothing flashy or flamboyant about his appearance. His runner's 
physique was a definite plus. However, as she gave the matter more thought, she 
realized that Jason interested her because of the combination of exhibitionism and 
submissiveness in his personality. It was a strange mixture, but one that caught 
her attention and that she found extremely desirable in a potential partner. It was 
clear that, if properly handled, Jason would be perfectly willing to submit to the 
right woman...

Cecilia forced herself to stop thinking about Jason. She needed to clear her head, 
because of her upcoming appointment with her economics professor and mentor, 
Dr. Ruth Burnside. She cringed at the prospect of having to deal with that 
unpleasant woman, but she owed Burnside for having changed the course of her 
life. 

Ruth Burnside was the reason Cecilia was studying in Chicago in the first place. 
The economics professor was on the executive board of an academic foundation 
that identified promising students from lower income urban and rural 
communities for grants to study at the university. The economics department was 
interested in producing more than just corporate analysts and business majors, 
hence the scholarship program and invitations to students such as Cecilia Sanchez 
to come to Chicago and study.

About six months before she graduated Cecilia's high school counselor called her 
into his office to let her know she was in competition to get a scholarship to study 
economics in Chicago. He encouraged her to look beyond her immediate future 
and think about where she might want to be five or ten years in the future. With 
the fire of ambition lit in her soul, the young student applied herself even more in 
her studies and in preparing to compete for the scholarship. Several essays and 
interviews later, a very nervous Cecilia Sanchez received a packet of materials 
that indicated her next year would not be spent in the military or some urban 
community college in New Jersey, but rather at one of the most prestigious 
universities in the Mid-West. 

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Cecilia carried with her three reserach projects she had needed to prepare that 
summer to keep her scholarship, three reports to turn into Burnside that later 
would be passed along to the entire scholarship committee. Cecilia's professor 
graded severely, but the projects were designed to help her do better in her 
department's classes and ultimately prepare her for post-graduate studies. The 
three folders in the Dominican's hand represented a massive amount of work and 
a ruined summer, but they also represented her final escape from a dysfunctional 
family, rough neighborhood, and unhappy childhood.

Burnside was still relatively young for a professor and in excellent physical shape 
from constantly exercising. She was only 37, but had a very severe appearance. 
Her intense dark eyes and sharp nose somewhat reminded Cecilia of the face of a 
hawk. Burnside's appearance was made even more intimidating by her 
immaculate dark business clothing and her jet-black hair pulled back tight and 
wrapped in a bun.

Burnside's demeanor was partly that of a strict military officer and partly that of a 
dominatrix, the result of her religious childhood and several years of service in the 
Navy. She stood very straight and walked crisply around the classroom tapping a 
pointer as she lectured. When alone with the professor Cecilia always was 
tempted to stand at attention, and never would have dreamt of sitting down in her 
office without first being offered a seat. Even the way that Burnside referred to 
herself, using just her last name, reflected a total lack of warmth in her 
personality. The most intimidating detail about Dr. Burnside, however, was her 
sharp stare. When she was talking to a person her eyes seemed to bore right into 
her listener. Her expression always seemed to say. "Look, you pathetic little 
slacker, I know you better than you know yourself, so don't try to bullshit me."

Cecilia entered Burnside's office and noticed the time, 12:35. Shit. Her 
appointment had been at 12:30. Her year with Burnside was not about to get off to 
a good start. She rushed into the back office, but it was too late. Burnside was 
standing in front of her desk, her arms crossed, with a cold stare that tore straight 
into her student.

"Well, Ms. Sanchez, I see we're keeping bankers' hours."

"I...I'm sorry Dr. Burnside...but it was only five minutes, and I was comin' from 
another class."

"Cecilia...two things. First, don't tell me you're sorry. If you were sorry you 
would've been here at 12:30 like I told you. What you're sorry about is that I'm 
pissed off."

"Yes Dr. Burnside."

"The second thing is that you come to me with an excuse, some bullshit about a 
class, even though your class ended at noon. Now, what do I say about excuses?"

"That 'excuses are like assholes, everybody has one,' Dr. Burnside."

"That's right. I'm not interested in hearing some excuse. Now that we have the 
apologies and excuses out of the way we can talk about your life and your 
summer projects. First thing, you got the RA position, right?"

"Yes, Dr. Burnside, I'm the second floor RA in Huntington Hall."

"So we got your living arrangements taken care of...good. Now, let's see your 
work product for this summer."

Cecilia handed Burnside the three papers. Burnside briefly looked at the tables of 
contents, then went straight to the endnotes. She went down the list of Cecilia's 
citations on the first paper, taking notes into a separate ledger. She seemed 
satisfied with the first paper and moved on to the second paper. Burnside's face 
became increasingly irritated as she flipped back and forth through the endnotes 
of the second project.

"OK, very simple question. Why isn't there any reference to Keynes in here? We 
covered Keynes in class in last semester. Covered him quite thoroughly I believe. 
So where's your reference to his work?"

"It was a 20-page project, Dr. Burnside. I wanted to concentrate on..."

"Well, that won't cut it, Cecilia! You simply cannot understand mid-20th Century 
economic theory without mentioning Keynes. And oh, by the way, you didn't 
reference the Weber articles either, did you?"

"No..."

"Then I would say what you have is an incomplete project! You had all summer 
to do this right, and you didn't!"

"Dr. Burnside! That's not fair! I couldn't get it all in! You said I couldn't go past 
20 pages!"

"That's right, 20 pages is the cut-off! And why do you think that is? It's to make 
you force yourself to think about what's truly important. Now, if you don't think 
Keynes and Weber are important enough to put in your paper, that's fine, but 
you'd better damn well be ready to defend your opinion. Now you take this paper 
back and return it to me next Monday, done right. Either Keynes and Weber go in, 
or they stay out, with a proper justification. If I show this to the scholarship 
committee as it is now, you'll have them shaking their heads and me looking like 
a fool."

Cecilia took the paper back, her heart stinging from the total unfairness of the 
situation. It seemed that had she been anyone else, the paper would have been 
perfectly acceptable, but because she was Burnside's scholarship student, she was 
at the woman's mercy. Tears welled up in her eyes, but with every bit of her 
emotional strength she forced herself to hide her distress.

Burnside clearly understood what was going on in her student's mind. "Cecilia, 
look at me."

Reluctantly Cecilia raised her head.

"Now I'm going to explain something to you. I can tell you think it's unfair that 
I'm pushing you like this. But there's a reason, a reason why I expect you to work 
way above the sophomore level. Is it unfair that you have to bust your ass over the 
summer while your drunken classmates relax and party and still get the same 
grades you do? Of course it's unfair, but that's the hand in life you've been dealt. 
You'd better get used to 'unfair', because you're going to be stuck with 'unfair' for 
a while. I know, because I was dealt the exact same hand in life as you. You think 
I don't understand where you came from and what you've had to deal with?"

Cecilia was quiet, not knowing how to respond to Burnside's last statement. The 
professor continued.

"Look. You'll have to understand those frat punks and sorority bitches have their 
money and their families and their connections, so they'll coast through life, even 
though they're nothing but a bunch of worthless drunks. You won't ever get the 
chance to coast through life, because you've got absolutely nothing except this..." 
Burnside reached forward and tapped Cecilia's forehead, "...so you've got to be 
better than them. Way better. You don't have any choice, if you're going to stay 
out of the 'Hood. Now you use that head of yours and you fix that paper!"

"Yes, Dr. Burnside."

With that Burnside looked over the endnotes of the third paper. Cecilia stood 
quietly, dreading the thought Burnside might find something wrong with that one 
as well. However, after giving the paper some consideration, finally the professor 
took it and set it on her desk with the other accepted project. 

"Is...that it, Dr. Burnside?"

"No, that's not it. I've got class in 30 minutes and I need you to help me take my 
supplies over and pass out syllabuses. But before we do that I want to address the 
issue of your punctuality. Today's the second time you've been late to an 
appointment with me. I let you slide the first time, but I warned you never to do it 
again. Well, you did, and now you're going to pay for it. Now, you were thinking 
about joining the Army before you got your scholarship, right?"

"Yes, Dr. Burnside, I was thinkin' about the Army."

"Well, then let's give you a taste of what you're missing out on by being here 
instead of there. Get in the front-leaning rest position."

"What?"

"Push-ups. You owe me some push-ups, just like you would in the Army. Now 
drop!"

As ludicrous as the order sounded, Cecilia could tell that the professor was dead 
serious. Reluctantly she got into a push-up position, her hands and toes on the 
floor as she tried to keep her body as straight as possible. She couldn't believe...

"These will be four-count push-ups, military style. Do you know how to do a 
four-count push-up?"

"Yes, Dr. Burnside, I..."

"IN CADENCE...EXCERCISE! ONE, TWO, THREE..."

"One!"

"ONE, TWO, THREE..."

"Two!"

"ONE, TWO, THREE..."

"Three!"

"ONE, TWO, THREE..."

At the count of "ten" Burnside ordered Cecilia to "recover". The student stood 
sweating, breathing heavily, and her knees were shaking.

"You're out of shape, Cecilia. You need to spend some quality time in the gym. 
Now drop!"

Once again Burnside's sour voice rang out as Cecilia struggled to do 20 more 
push-ups. She barely managed to do ten and then her arms gave out. Burnside 
showed her absolutely no mercy as she yelled at her to keep her back straight. 
With a disgusted sigh the professor ordered her to "recover" and moved directly 
in front of her gasping student.

"Are you going to be late again?"

"No...Dr. Burnside..."

"Try speaking with some enthusiasm in your voice. I can't hear you."

"NO, DR. BURNSIDE! I WON'T BE LATE AGAIN!"

"Let's make sure about that! Drop!"

Once again Cecilia struggled to make it through 20 push-ups. After only the 
second count her entire body was shaking and her arms no longer responded to 
what her brain was asking them to do. When Burnside ordered the student to 
"recover", she was gasping for breath and her blouse was saturated with sweat. 
Her eyes were wide with shock and fright over what had just happened...Burnside 
had punished her!

Five minutes later the professor and her shaken student carried boxes of 
syllabuses, course schedules, and sample textbooks to a large auditorium-style 
classroom. The class was Burnside's introductory Theory of Economics course, 
the grueling 5-credit hours that always started with 150 students and usually 
ended with about 75. Cecilia had taken the same class the year before and had 
received a "B".

Over the next few minutes the auditorium filled with freshmen, as Cecilia 
managed to calm her nerves from the unpleasant session with her professor. 
Burnside was joined by her teaching assistant, a graduate student working on his 
Master's degree. Cecilia, meanwhile, walked down the rows of young students 
passing out paperwork and signature forms. She noticed Jason Schmidt sitting 
with Ken, Mike, and her neighbor Lisa. As she passed him a stack of papers, she 
gave Jason a knowing smile, at which he blushed.

Burnside stood quietly at her podium until her assistant finished with the final 
row. As soon as Cecilia glanced up at her, the professor pointed at the doors and 
motioned her and the TA to close them. Burnside always ordered the doors of her 
classroom shut before she started speaking. The professor's policy was that to be 
late was the same as missing class altogether, since she had absolutely no 
tolerance for any disruptions once her lectures began.

As previously instructed, both Cecilia and the TA stood at the back, to make sure 
that no one responded to the desperate knocking of stragglers trying to get into the 
locked auditorium. The latecomers would have to wait until the class was over, 
then endure a nasty lecture about punctuality once the doors opened and the other 
students departed. It was the professor's first hard lesson to her class, there was no 
flexibility when it came to discipline in the Introduction to the Theory of 
Economics.

Burnside quickly went over the course readings and schedule, then gave a short 
introductory lecture about the fundamentals of economics. She concluded by 
holding up two of the course textbooks, explaining what the homework would be 
for the next class. With Ruth Burnside there was no such thing as "settling in". 
She presented testable material on both the first and final day of class.

Finally, Cecilia opened one of the doors, while the TA stepped outside to round 
up the nervous freshmen who had not made it to class before Burnside began 
speaking. The TA led a small group of 18-year olds to the professor to be 
reprimanded, while Cecilia looked for Jason. She saw him, and could tell that he 
and his companions were extremely worried about the class and their new 
professor. 

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Cecilia Sanchez had a full night ahead of her. Not only did she have to continue 
with the interviews of her residents, but now she had the unexpected 
responsibility of fixing her summer project, something she had only five days to 
complete. On top of that she had her other classes to worry about, including 
Burnside's Theory of International Development and another economics course 
taught by a senior professor called Dr. Jim Halsey. The RA had the foresight to 
understand that she needed to read ahead and be prepared to answer questions on 
the first day in both classes. She had a lot to do, and could expect not to get much 
sleep over the next couple of nights. 

Cecilia retreated to her room and pulled off her sweaty clothes. She needed to 
take a shower after her impromptu exercise session with Burnside. As she washed 
off the sweat and felt the soreness in her shoulders, the terror from that strange 
encounter came back to her. She felt humiliated at the thought of having been 
yelled at and actually punished, by doing push-ups, of all things. She also felt 
chastened by her rather pathetic performance doing the exercises. She had 
discovered an area of weakness in her life, her own physical fitness. She planned 
to resolve that area of weakness as quickly as possible.

However there was something else that scared her even more. She had heard 
rumors that Burnside routinely punished students by whipping them at her house 
and forcing them to do other things that were totally embarrassing. Rumors...but 
today's exercise session gave Cecilia a clear indication the stories probably were 
true. She promised herself never to do anything to cross Burnside again.

The RA settled down with her notes and photocopies from her previous classes 
with the professor, to set about figuring out what she could take out of her report 
in order to make room for the Keynes and Weber material. Obviously John 
Maynard Keynes needed to go in, no matter what. Burnside was a big admirer of 
the famous economist, so that issue was settled. As for Weber, Cecilia disagreed 
with Burnside about his importance, but she needed to make the argument for her 
beliefs. Of course it would be so much easier to cite Weber and be done with it, 
but she knew that was not what Burnside wanted. The professor wanted Cecilia's 
own opinions reflected in the paper, properly cited and properly defended. That 
meant a trip to the library to find articles critical of Weber, from which Cecilia 
could extract the citations needed to justify her views...in other words, a lot of 
work and another ruined weekend.

By dinnertime Cecilia felt she had made good progress condensing some of the 
material in her report to make room for the needed Keynes citations. She might 
even get the Keynes stuff finished the next night, leaving her three days to tackle 
the Weber problem. Anyhow, she had to take a break from her report to attend to 
her RA responsibilities. She met the dorm director and the building's other RA's 
for dinner in the cafeteria. 

As she sat eating and listening to the director pontificate about campus social 
activities, Cecilia watched Jason get dinner with Ken. Both were dressed to go 
exercising and were eating very light meals. It was apparent they planned to go 
out, perhaps running or perhaps to the gym. She admired Jason's attractive figure 
as he walked out of the cafeteria. He looks nice in those shorts, she thought to 
herself, but he looks so much nicer out of 'em...

The RA spent the next hour and a half interviewing female students, doing a total 
of four rooms and eight girls. She confiscated three perfumed candles and wrote 
up the owners for keeping a fire hazard in their room. She listened to the chatter 
of rich sorority pledges and used all of her will-power not to roll her eyes. Then 
she dealt with a crisis in the laundry room, a stupid rich-bitch who had dumped an 
entire bottle of detergent into a washing machine and was panicking over the 
cascading bubbles pouring onto the floor. There was a drunken male who 
somehow had gotten into the women's area and needed to be chased out, and then 
an escaped parakeet flying in the hallway above the heads of squealing freshmen. 
Once the bird was captured there was another write-up against the owner for 
keeping a pet in the dorm. It was well past 10:00 p.m. when peace finally returned 
to the women's wing of the 2nd floor. 

Cecilia decided to check on the guys' side before going to back to her studies. 
Everything seemed quiet, given that many of the more rowdy students were out at 
rush parties and the quieter ones were studying. She decided to see if Jason was 
in, partially out of curiosity to know what he was wearing or not wearing, and 
partly because she wanted to know if he and his friends were planning to stay 
enrolled in Burnside's class. She knocked on his door, but there was no answer. 
She quietly turned the knob and noticed it was unlocked. The room was empty, 
but the light was on and there were a couple of open books on the bed, a sign that 
Jason had just stepped out and probably was in the bathroom.

The RA was in a mischievous mood. She decided to lock Jason's door to repeat 
his predicament from the night before. She then looked around the hall for 
something to pretend to look busy, and noticed a flickering fluorescent light. 
Perfect. She grabbed a chair from the commons area and placed it under the light, 
then climbed up, pulled off the plastic cover, and began adjusting the tube. Jason 
came back from the bathroom. To Cecilia's delight he was completely nude, just 
like last night.

"Hi Jason."

Jason blushed, but at the same time felt aroused at the thought of being on display 
yet again in front of his pretty RA. Still, he was somewhat embarrassed and 
wanted to get into his room. He had a horrible shock when he realized the door 
wouldn't open. He had locked himself out the second night in a row, but...he could 
have sworn he had checked before closing his door!

Cecilia continued to adjust the light, but with difficulty because she barely could 
reach it, even standing on the chair. Jason stood nervously at his door, working up 
the courage to ask his RA to let him back in.

"Uh, Cecilia..."

"Yes, Jason?"

"I kinda...locked myself out of my room again...could you like...uh...let me back 
in?"

"That's OK, I'll let you back in. But I got a quick favor to ask. Could you get up 
here and see if you could help me get this light put back in? I'm too short and I'd 
really appreciate it. While you're doin' that I'll find the key."

Jason nervously climbed on the chair and tried to adjust the light, while the RA 
stood admiring his figure. At that moment Mike and Lisa came down the hallway, 
a bit perplexed at the strange sight of Jason standing naked on a chair while the 
floor RA stood below giving him directions. Mike's girlfriend mischievously 
patted his bare bottom as she walked by. 

Jason blushed, but Cecilia noticed his penis stiffening slightly after the young 
woman touched him.

After several minutes it became apparent the tube was bad, not the socket. Cecilia 
asked Jason to pass the tube down to her and then handed up the plastic cover to 
put over the light. He stepped down as she started filling out a work order to get 
the tube replaced.

"Jason, do me a big favor and take the chair back to the commons area."

"But I..."

"That's OK. It's late and I'm sure no one will see you."

Jason carried the chair past the hallway door and set it back in the commons area, 
feeling incredibly daring at the thought of being naked in the public area. He 
slipped back into the hallway, only to notice Cecilia still casually writing up her 
work order.

"Thanks. Now if you could just take that tube to the bathroom and throw it out..."

At that moment two sorority girls came down the hall and giggled as Jason passed 
them with the florescent tube in his hand. He entered the bathroom and put the 
tube in the trash. When he came back out, the two young females glanced back at 
him and giggled again. Jason was embarrassed, but at the same time was enjoying 
himself. He didn't want to admit it, but he liked being exposed in front of those 
girls. He returned to where Cecilia was writing into her clipboard and quietly 
stood in front of her, his hands at his sides.

With a sarcastic sweetness in her voice Cecilia asked: "OK, you ready to get back 
in your room?"

"Yeah."

"Now come-on Jason, I want some manners. Say please."

"Please let me back in my room, Cecilia."

"That's better."

As before, Cecilia pretended to fumble for the key, prolonging Jason's suspense. 
Finally she opened the lock, and the nervous freshman entered his room. 
However, the young woman was not done with him.

"Can I come in so we can talk?"

"Uh...yeah...sure..."

Once again Jason assumed the worst, perhaps that he was about to be written up 
for being caught naked in the hallway a second night. However, his RA wanted to 
discuss something totally different. 

"Please take a seat on your bed, 'cause I wanna talk to you about Dr. Burnside's 
class."

Jason hesitated, thinking that maybe he should grab a pair of shorts. Cecilia 
stopped him.

"Jason, remember what I told you last night, that I don't like a hypocrite? If you're 
a nudist I expect you to practice your beliefs with pride and honesty. Sit down as 
you are...uh, actually I want you to get your economics textbooks first, and then 
you can sit down."

Jason nervously bent over as he dug into his book bags, while Cecilia studied his 
bare bottom. Her desire to spank him returned in force. She could feel the wetness 
build between her legs as she imagined it probably would not be too difficult to 
get him over her lap within a few weeks.

Jason sat down on his bed and the RA sat at his desk, looking over the course 
syllabus. 

"So how do you feel about Dr. Burnside's class?"

"To be honest...I don't think I want to stay in...you know...I sort of want to enjoy 
my first semester...and she seems like a total bitch. I don't know, maybe I'll try to 
see if I can take that class next semester, if someone else is teaching it."

"No one else is teaching it. She's the only one, so you're gonna have to deal with 
her sooner or later." 

"But, I kinda wanted to have some fun the first year, and then get more serious 
next year. Why couldn't I just take the other stuff first, and deal with Burnside 
next year?"

"Jason, let me explain something. You gotta take her class. You don't have any 
choice, and you're better off doin' it as soon as you can. It's a basic requirement 
not only for economics, but also if you want to major in political science, 
business, sociology, or even history. Dr. Burnside's the hatchet woman for all 
those departments. She makes things easier for the other professors, 'cause they 
get to pretend to be nice to the students and put all the blame on her. But they can 
do it 'cause Burnside don't care about hurting anyone's feelings and flunks people 
like crazy. Burnside's classes get rid of half the freshmen, and it's the other half 
who get to study the other subjects, the ones who can pass her classes."

"But why can't I deal with this next year? I don't think Ken's staying in, and I'm 
not sure about Mike."

Cecilia gave the naked freshman a very sharp look. "Ken and Mike? So that's how 
you want to live, puttin' everything off 'cause of Ken and Mike? Worryin' about 
them instead of what's good for you? 'Oh, I might have to actually have to do 
some work, and my friends are running away...so I'll just wait.' Wait until when, 
Jason? So, when are you gonna do it? When are you gonna get this requirement 
out of the way?"

Jason paused, feeling chastened by the RA. "And you've taken it?"

"Yeah, I took it last year. I'm here on scholarship and it was the very first thing 
they wanted me to take. I got a "B" and I can tell you that was the toughest "B" I 
ever got. Now I'm takin' two sophomore classes with Dr. Burnside, and I'm kinda 
assisting with the Theory class."

"So you know what's in the class?"

"Uh-huh."

Jason fidgeted. "Cecilia, if I stay in, you can...help me? Like...uh...give me some 
advice and, check my work?"

"Yeah, I'll help you. I'll look over your work and explain anything you don't 
understand. As long as you study, keep up with the pace of the class and don't fall 
behind, and also, do what I tell you, I'll make sure you pass."

"Thanks! I'd really appreciate it!"

Cecilia stood up and picked out the two books that contained the required reading 
for the next class. She ordered Jason to sit down at his desk and placed the two 
books in front of him. She summarized the first reading assignment, essentially 
telling him how to prepare for his first seminar with the TA the next day and 
Burnside's next lecture on the following day. Once the freshman started with his 
reading, Cecilia got ready to leave. She had her own work to contend with.

"I'm gonna be pretty tied up over the next couple of days, but I'll swing by 
tomorrow about this time to make sure you understand the readings. Also, I gotta 
make sure you're not locked out of your room."

The RA smiled slightly as Jason blushed yet again. He stood up to say goodbye. 
A breeze floated through the window and hit his backside at that moment; 
reminding him he had just spent the past hour talking to his RA with absolutely 
nothing on. She gently squeezed his hand and gave him a seductive smile. Jason's 
heart jumped into his throat as he watched her slip through his door.

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Cecilia Sanchez returned to her room elated, unable to concentrate on her own 
work for Burnside. Because of her, Jason would be staying in Burnside's class, 
and because of Burnside's class, he would need her to pass. She was developing a 
very strange relationship with him, one that would make him completely 
dependent on her.

Cecilia realized at that moment that she badly wanted Jason for herself. She 
would seduce him and force him to submit to her. She imagined the naked, 
embarrassed freshman, at her service kneeling in front of her, caring for her, 
massaging her body, and attending to her physical needs. On the rare occasions he 
disappointed her, she would discipline him. She imagined him bent over, sadly 
looking back at her, waiting for...the paddle. The fantasy of paddling him took 
hold of her, as did the fantasy of having him constantly next to her, forcing him to 
be nude and submissive in public during all kinds of situations. Her desire for him 
was not exactly love, but rather an urge to care for him, to control him, to possess 
him, and...to actually own him.

The young Dominican stripped off her wet panties, wincing slightly as the scent 
of her arousal filled her dorm room. She turned out the light and pulled off the 
rest of her clothes. She accommodated herself on her bed, spreading her legs wide 
in the darkness as the night breezes from her open window caressed her most 
intimate areas. Normally she slept in a nightshirt and panties, but that night she 
lay naked on top of her bed, as she imagined Jason doing the same thing. Sweat 
poured down her face as she gently ran her fingertips over her body in the heat of 
the late summer evening in her darkened dorm room. She gently pinched her 
nipples and then ran her fingers down her sweaty stomach. Her hands moved 
between her thighs...oh yes! She delayed her orgasm as long as possible, gently 
teasing and massaging her clitoris. 

Over the years Cecilia's fear of falling under someone else's domination had 
forced her to become her own lover. She knew her body and how to prolong an 
orgasm to get the maximum satisfaction. It was a lonely life, but her teenaged 
years had taught her the hard lesson that she simply could not open up her soul 
and risk having it taken over and trampled by someone else. 

However, Cecilia finally had found what she needed, a partner she could control. 
She figured it wouldn't be too much longer before she could give her fingers a 
break from this. Soon they would be replaced by Jason's tongue. She imagined the 
intimate area between her legs as a temple, and Jason as a kneeling worshiper 
trained to pay proper respects at that temple. She gave herself yet another orgasm 
as her thoughts concentrated on the nervous naked freshman, knowing he soon 
would be hers to do with as she pleased.

