Link for Part 1 can be found in the comments.
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“Sounds good. Let me pack my stuff real quick and I’ll be out with you” he said, as Elizabeth went outside his office.
Within a couple of minutes, he put away the papers he had been reading in his drawer, shut down his computer, and took his car keys with him. He was ready.
When he stepped out, he found Elizabeth waiting nearby
“Shall we?”
The walk to the coffee shop was a short one, and they didn’t talk much during that time. Once they had reached the shop and took a seat, Michael gave the order for the both of them
“So, where were we?”
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Elizabeth was a little surprised how suddenly he dove back into the conversation he had cut off. The coffee shop was sparsely populated and nobody was there to overhear. With the words *little girl* ringing in her ears, she was eager to get another hit of that pleasure.
“I think… I think you were telling me about your personality type, how you were dominant” she said calmly, diplomatically. As she spoke she adjusted her dress in her seat, and playfully stroked her hair.
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Michael could see that it wasn’t only him, even Elizabeth was getting more relaxed and casual in the new environment. It was funny how people’s behaviors changed with their surroundings. Perhaps a topic to study later in more detail.
“Ah yes, okay so, first things first, what I’m about to tell you has to be a secret between us. You can not talk about this to anyone. I need you to know that it’s really important for me to keep this as private as possible” he told her.
He wanted her to know that he was taking a great gamble by confiding in her what he was about to reveal about himself.
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With a giddy smile, Elizabeth crept forward in her seat and planted her face in both her palms with her elbows on the table.
“I can keep a secret, I swear” she said with a happy grin on her cute, pale, porcelain white face.
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What was this? Was she trying to flirt with him?
“Okay… So, as I was saying, I’m a dominant personality type, both in my public life as well as private. As a matter of fact…” He checked around to see if any students were sitting around them
“I’ve been used to the BDSM lifestyle since a long time now, so I sure as hell know my type. Pardon me, I shouldn’t have sweared” Michael didn’t know what came over him all of a sudden. It seemed as if he was in his natural environment out in the open, unrestricted by the bounds of the university’s laws and regulations
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Leaning back slightly, as if slightly shocked he was being so open, Elizabeth paused for a moment, composing herself before leaking out a happy giggle.
“I wouldn’t have guessed that… Dr. Dunham… but that certainly is interesting” she replied struggling to contain her giddiness. Elizabeth found the entire situation so funny as it was so surreal. Finally she settled down and continued “what do you mean know your type?”
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Michael found himself relaxing more than he already was as Elizabeth broke the tension with her laughter. After a moment he himself laughed at how seriously he was taking it. But he couldn’t be too careless. It was good of Elizabeth to take this all lightly and being so chill about it.
“Well, I’m what they call ‘Daddy’ in BDSM slang. I like to date younger girls and take care of them, provide guidance to them, and generally be responsible for their well being” the veil of professionalism had disappeared now. He was speaking with Elizabeth as if she was a long lost friend who knew his most intimate secrets
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Elizabeth squirmed in her seat hearing the word *daddy*. It was the same tickling sensation she had heard when he muttered *little girl* and it intoxicated her all the same. Elizabeth was becoming drunk on conversing so familiarly with the professor she had such a desperate crush on.
“So you’re a Daddy…” she spoke, again with laughter imbued in her voice. In her drunken state of bliss she squeaked out “so you’re on the outlook for submissive young girls… like me.”
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Michael couldn’t believe his ears. Was this girl actually flirting with him? He couldn’t deny that he found her attractive, but he never knew the feelings were mutual.
“In a way, yes, that’s pretty much what I am. A Daddy looking for his little girl” Michael replied, joking about it and thinking how absurd their conversation might have sounded like to passers by
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Elizabeth was becoming happily flustered by the *daddy* and *little girl* she had soon found in her ears. She was visibly breathing heavier and becoming both excited and light-headed.
“A daddy looking for his little girl…” she said under her breath, involuntarily biting her lip as she said it. “That’s very interesting Dr. Dunham” she continued, playing nervously with the hem of her dress, breathing becoming erratic.
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Michael calmly took a sip from his coffee as he watched Elizabeth’s reactions. She looked like she was getting nervous with the conversation. But it wasn’t the kind where are was scared and the next day he might find himself kicked out of his office.
On the other hand, it looked like the kind where if he played cards right, he might find himself in her bedroom the next day.
“Tell me something I don’t know” he said, replying to her comment.
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With wide eyes staring back at him, Elizabeth mused and pondered what to say next. She was addicted to that strange feeling in the pit of her stomach. *Daddy. Little girl*. She had never dreamt of doing or saying anything that was was tumbling through her weakening mind. Mustering the strength to speak she replied.
“I’ve always thought of myself as a little girl in the need of a strong hand. What a coincidence we’re both speaking to each other at this table at this coffee shop in this city” she said with a dry grin on her face, before it broke into a rapturous giggle.
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Was she really proposing him to be her Daddy? This was unreal. Michael was indeed tempted. The opportunity was too good to be true.
And yet, here it was. Sitting right in front of him and staring back at him. How could he say no to that cute little smile?
But he knew that doing so would be a threat to his job. Not only his job, but his entire career. A professor fired for having, inappropriate relations with a student was going to find no job anywhere in the world.
“I’m sorry Lizzie, but I don’t think I can get that far”
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A sadness washed over Elizabeth’s face, mixed with the strange sensation again as only her father called her *Lizzie*. She had never felt this intimate connection with anyone before and was becoming hooked on that pleasure his words gave her.
“Don’t feel bad Dr. Dunham, there’s no expectations or anything. We’re just two adults talking, that’s all” she said in a soft voice, leaning in towards him. “You know, only my father calls me Lizzy.”
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Michael was in a dilemma now. He had been enjoying the conversation so far, it was all fun and games, but he wasn’t expecting it to take such an intimate turn so quickly. Under normal circumstances, if he had met Lizzie outside of the University, he would have easily accepted her offer. But right now he couldn’t.
“I’m glad you’re cool with this. And I didn’t know about that. I won’t call you by that name if it’s uncomfortable.” He had finished his coffee by this time, and was simply waiting for Elizabeth to finish her cup
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Elizabeth was in uncharted waters. Never before had she been so turned on and so excited by talking to someone. She simply didn’t want it to stop, and would do almost anything to keep him here for another few minutes. Truly, she thought, she was fulfilling her submissive destiny.
“It’s alright”, she coolly replied, “I’d like you to call me Lizzy, *Daddy*”, with the final word being uttered in a sultry whisper.
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This was going beyond all professional boundaries Michael had set for himself. So far Elizabeth had just been an overly curious student, whose questions might have had him kicked out of his job. If he entertained the conversation any longer, the possibility would become a reality.
He was glad he didn’t have to answer that, as exactly at that moment their waitress came by to clear their rates and produce the check. Michael quickly paid off the bill and left a handsome tip, for the waitress, a sign that he needed her to keep her mouth shut in case she had heard even a single word if their conversation!
When she left, Michael rose up from the table
“I think we should be leaving now” he said. He could extract himself from this situation at least, but what about his classes? He couldn’t avoid meeting her then
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Elizabeth could see the uncomfortable state the Dr. Dunham was in a snapped out of her drunken state of bliss for a moment.
“I… I’m sorry if I crossed a line today… I… I thought this is what you wanted…” she pattered out in weak breaths, remaining seated with a desperate and dumb look on her face. Panicking, she took out a pen and scribbled her number onto a napkin. “If you do want to talk, here’s my number” she said holding out the napkin at the end of her long slender arm.
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“It’s fine, I don’t blame you or anything about what happened today. And please, I really don’t think we should be exchanging numbers right now. Come, shall we leave?” He said, not picking the napkin from her hand and starting to walk outside the store. He stopped a few steps away to let Elizabeth catch up, and they spent the rest of their way back in silence.
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“Okay…okay…” Elizabeth said dejected, and slowly stood up to follow Dr. Dunham. She followed him like a shadow, silently and not wanting to embarrass herself further.
“I think it’s time for me to go home… I’ll see you in class tomorrow…” she said before darting away without a reply. *How could I be such an idiot* she thought to herself on the walk back, *why did I act like that*. Elizabeth trotted herself that entire evening and couldn’t’ shake off those alien sensations that had drove her wild that day.
Walking into class the next day she had put on her sleekest blue dress and black high heels, stumbling into the lecture hall as she sat on the front row, arriving early to make sure he would see her, all dolled up.
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Michael went home that night and had a good couple glasses of wine, partly to forget about what had happened, and partly to help process it all.
On the one hand, he had a professional duty to reject any student’s advances, but on the other hand, Elizabeth was too good to be true. And he didn’t even have to convince her or anything, she seemed to literally walk up to him and offer herself.
The next day when he went up to teach the class, he was a little less excited than he was before. He knew he would have to face Elizabeth again, and he didn’t know how he would handle it. Worse even, he didn’t know how *she* would handle it.
He saw that Elizabeth had dressed up for that day, and it didn’t take a genius to realize why she was doing so. Still, Michael kept his attention to the class strictly professional, and tried to avoid glancing at Elizabeth as much as possible.
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Elizabeth had her eyes fixated on Dr. Dunham, never leaving his ever steely face that did its best job to avoid her. Even from relatively far away she could see the lines on his face that she remembered at the coffee shop, how he had looked when they were talking so openly to one another. As he seemingly ignored her, Elizabeth felt a wave of shame come over her. *Is what I’m doing wrong?* she mused, before that was washed away by the sound of Dr. Dunham’s voice calling her *little girl*. Elizabeth knew she was addicted and wanted more.
In one brief moment Dr. Dunham’s gaze looked towards Elizabeth as he gave the lecture and discreetly she blew a kiss and clearly mouthed *daddy* to him. The other students where clearly sedate and would not see this.
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[Part 1](https://redd.it/bjz1uu)