Don’t Call Me Sir [MF] [Public] [Humiliation] [Teacher/Student]

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Hannah quickly finished her iced tea and hurried to the counter of the cafe to pay. She’d been so distracted by her pre-class reading that she’d failed to notice she was now late for her lecture. When she’d chosen the subject, “eroticism in literature” she had expected the content to be of a sexual nature. What she hadn’t counted on was her lecturer’s seeming delight in making an already salacious topic verge in pornographic.

After their second lecture, during which he happily admitted masturbating to Anaïs Nin as a teenager he had ask the class to find an erotic passage of prose to bring to the next class:
“Gentlemen! Bring me the writing that makes your cock engorged and your voice thick with lust. Ladies, I want what makes your cunt wet and ache to be filled”.
This drew shocked gasps and nervous laughter from the class, and the lecturer continued: “how can you complete a course on erotic writing if you cannot even admit it when you find a piece of writing erotic? This is not a class for prudes. If you are a prude please excuse yourself immediately. This is a class for the hot blooded, it is a class for lovers!”

Hannah shifted uncomfortably in her seat when he said this. She was certainly no virgin and she was comfortable with the fact that she loved sex, but she was just nineteen and in her first year of an arts degree. She was not used to people speaking so frankly (and loudly) about sex.

Still, she considered, this wasn’t unexpected and she actually loved reading erotic fiction. She seldom masturbated without reading something to get her in the mood. Sometimes it was something literary, and beatifully crafted. Other times it was smutty internet fiction, crudely constructed but containing all of the essential elements to make her horny.
It was a homework assignment she could easily do but she was praying to god that she wouldn’t need to read it aloud to the class.

Although she was only five minutes late, when she pushed through the door of the auditorium the class was already underway. She tried her best to sneak into the back row of seats despite the whole class of around twenty students all seated close to the front. Unfortunately she dropped a book from her folder and it echoed as it hit the ground, causing everyone to look up, and subsequently for Hannah to go bright red.

The lecturer fixed her with a stern stare and after a moment cleared his throat.
“Lateness is a pet hate of mine” he said,
“I often tell my students that they shouldn’t come too soon, but I do ask you to be on time”
Hannah was dying inside “I’m sorry sir…” she began and the lecturer interrupted:
“Please don’t call me sir. I tell people, when I am sufficiently advanced in age you may call me sir. Or when I am about to spank you, or you are about to suck my cock, THEN you may call me sir. Until then you may call me Tom because that is my name”
He turned to the class; “the next person who calls me sir should be prepared to lie across my knee in front of the whole class and be spanked.”

The class tittered with nervous laughter, he turned back to Hannah. “Now if you’ve quite finished interrupting my class, we would be very grateful if you would join us down the front. I intend to talk about fucking and cocks and pussy and it would be very impolite to shout about those things.”

Hannah, still blushing profusely, scurried to the front of the class and took a seat next to a boy she recognised from her gender studies class. She felt his eyes furtively on her and wished she could disappear. At the same time, she began to become aware that she felt aroused. Her breasts began to ache subtly and her cunt was wet and seemed to beat with a pulse she could almost hear in her ears.

“Who has found an erotic piece of writing they would like to share with us all?” Tom asked, scanning the room. Everyone had just witnessed Hannah’s humiliation and were eager not to subject themselves to similar attention. Silently Hannah willed someone to volunteer because she knew he would choose her if the did not.
Sure enough, after a few moments a broad grin broke out on Tom’s face and he turned to Hannah.

“Perhaps our friend who was late would like to share?” He suggested.
“No, please Sir…Tom” she stammered
“I have not been knighted, yet” he exclaimed, “therefore it is just Tom. Have you completed your assignment?” He asked and Hannah nodded. “Then you have something to read! Please stand up and tell us what you have chosen” he instructed.

Hannah didn’t move, she felt glued to the chair and mortified. But at the same time she was feeling increasingly aroused. She wanted to read what she had prepared, just not out loud to the class.

“What is your name?” Tom asked gently,
“Hannah” she replied.
“Hannah, I see my class as an opportunity for my students to develop courage. We humans value courage but we are not used to considering sexual expression as a form of bravery. It most certainly is bravery though. Look how afraid you are to read to us another person’s sexual expression. Think then how afraid the author offering it up to their publisher! You have simply chosen it, they have put their name to it for all of the world to see!”
Hannah nodded, bus stayed seated.
“Who have you chosen?” Tom asked.
“Bret Easton-Ellis. It’s from Glamorama” she replied. Tom’s eyes lit up.
“Oh!” He cried, “I recall the sex scenes in that novel being rather direct! I think we would all love to hear what you have chosen” he laughed.

Hannah slowly stood up and produced a well worn book from her bag. Her head was pounding and everything seemed distant and dreamlike. She had turned over the corner of a page to mark the start of her selection. She opened to that page, cleared her throats and started reading in a quiet. It clear voice:

“In the shower in the bathroom Jamie and Bobby share Bobby’s admiring the tans we acquired on the yacht today, at the shocking whiteness where our boxer-briefs blocked out the sun, at the white imprints Jamie’s bikini left behind, the paleness almost glowing in the semi darkness of the bathroom, the water from the massive chrome head smashing down on us and both our cocks are sticking up at sharp angles and Bobby’s pulling on his prick, stiff and thick, his balls banging tightly beneath it, the muscles in his shoulders flexing as he strokes himself off and he’s looking at me, our eyes meeting, and in a thick voice he grunts, “Look at your dick, man,” and I look down at the cock I’m jerking off and past that, at my thickly muscled legs…”

Hannah hadn’t thought it was possible that her blush could deepen further, yet it was. She swore often enough in conversation, but something about saying words like ‘cock’, ‘prick’ and ‘jerking off’ in such a formal environment felt deeply shameful & disrespectful. She looked around the class furtively. A few of the boys were smirking, but mostly her classmates watched on in anticipation. She continued:

“In the shower Bobby lets me make out with Jamie and Bobby’s head is between her legs and Jamie’s knees buckle a couple of times and Bobby keeps propping her up with an arm and his face is pushed up into her cunt and she’s arching her back, pushing herself onto his tongue, and one of his hands is gripping my cock, soaping it up, and then Bobby starts sucking it and it gets so hard I can feel the pulse in it and then it gets even harder, the shaft keeps thickening and Bobby pulls it out of his mouth and studies it, squeezing it, and then he flicks his tongue over the head and then he lifts it up by the tip and starts flicking his tongue in brief, precise movements over the place where the head meets the shaft as Jamie hungrily moans “do it do it” while fingering herself in the semi-darkness and then Bobby places the entire shaft into his mouth, taking as much of my cock as he comfortably can, sucking eagerly, wetly, while crouching down on his haunches, still stroking his own prick, and below it the curves of his thighs keep swelling as he repositions himself. I’m bending my neck back, letting the water stream down my chest, and when I look back down Bobby’s looking up at me and grinning, his hair wet and pressed down on his forehead, his tongue extended, pink against his face. Then Bobby motions for me to turn around so that he can spread the cheeks of my ass and I can feel him extending his tongue up in it and then he removes his tongue and sticks his index finger halfway up my asshole and keeps fingerfucking me until he’s pushed the entire finger as far as it can go, causing my cock to keep twitching uncontrollably…”

After this last passage, the mood in the auditorium had shifted noticeably. As though the air pressure had increased the way it might before a storm. The woman next to her wore a slightly glazed over expression. Her eyelids hooded and her lips parted. She could see that an attractive boy in the next row had the bulge of a very large erection pressing against the thigh of his trousers. Tom was scanning the faces of his class intently.
“Is there more?” He asked, Hannah nodded. She felt more comfortable now. Or rather, she felt comfortable in her acute discomfort. Her cunt was now dripping wet and aching to be touched. She wanted to straddle the back of the seat in front of her and grind her pelvis into the firm headrest. Tom motioned for her to continue.

“I drop to my knees and start licking Jamie’s pussy, my fingers spreading her lips, and as her hands massage my hair I lean her against the shower wall-Bobby still behind me on his knees, his finger moving in and out of my asshole, another hand running over my hard, cubed abs-and I keep running my tongue from her clit to her asshole and placing one of her legs over my shoulder I suck her clit into my mouth as I fuck her with two then three fingers and then I move my tongue into her asshole, fucking it with my tongue while my fingers tug on her clit, and when I stand up Bobby’s finger slips out of my hole and I turn Jamie around and squatting down behind her I spread her small, firm ass cheeks open and start pumping my tongue in and out of her asshole and then I slide my tongue deep inside her anus and keep it there while rubbing her clit until she comes…”

Hannah noticed that by now the woman beside her was sitting with her thighs clasped tightly shut and she was grinding them together. Her hands gripped the arms of her chair so tightly that her knuckles were white. Her eyes were closed & her face turned slightly towards the ceiling. The guy with the erection now had a hand on the outline of his hard cock and he was gently squeezing the head. Hannah’s nipples were so hard she just wanted to remove her top and bra and feel the heavy air around them. She continued to read:

“After we dry off we move into Jamie and Bobby’s bedroom, next to the giant bed which has been stripped of its sheets, and all the lights in the room are on so we can see everything and Jamie’s squeezing my cock, sucking on its head, and I’m watching Bobby walk over to a drawer and when he bends down his ass cheeks spread wide, briefly exposing his asshole as he picks up a bottle of lotion, and when he turns around his cock is sticking up in a full erection and he strides back to us as I’m watching Jamie put one finger inside her pussy and then pull it out and then she starts stroking her clit and then she brings that finger up to my mouth and I start sucking on it. She sticks her finger back into her vagina and when she pulls it out she offers it to me again and I take her hand, licking the saltiness from her finger, sucking on it, and then I pull her face to mine and while I kiss her my hands slide down to her ass, then up to her waist and then up to the heavy firmness of her tits, my palms passing lightly over her tiny nipples, causing them to harden, while she keeps trembling, moaning. Then I lay her on the bed and kneeling at the side of it I smell her cunt lips, inhaling deeply, beads of water still clinging to her pubic hair, and I’m breathing gently on her and with one finger I trace the outline of her labia, not parting them yet, just teasing, and then I slide one finger deep into her pussy, playing with her clit as I watch it deepen in color, and she’s lying back on the bed, her eyes closed, and then I’m strumming my tongue along her clit and then I lift her hips up and I’m spreading her ass open until I can see the pink inside it…”

The woman beside Hanna stiffened and let out a small squeak before she convulsed two, three times, her bottom lip caught between her teeth.
“Oh my God!” murmured a guy to her left who watched her orgasm with a lustful expression. His hand too was on his cock and he rocked his hips into his clenched fist in tiny but firm movements. Hannah could scarcely believe what was happening, but Tom stood at the front of the room and nodded to her to read on.

“I move my mouth back up to her tits, sucking hard on the nipples while squeezing the breasts beneath them, and then I slide down again, my tongue traveling down the line bisecting her body, and Jamie raises then spreads her legs, her clit totally engorged now, but I barely touch it at first, deliberately avoiding it, causing Jamie to shift around continuously, trying to place herself against my tongue, whimpering, and when my tongue lightly laps at it her clit gets firmer, bigger, and my hands are squeezing the backs of her legs and then the insides of her thighs and I’m still fucking her with my tongue and when I lift her hips up again I start sucking on her asshole. Bobby’s leaning in, staring intently as my tongue goes in and out of her anus while he strokes his prick off. “God, you’re so wet,” I’m whispering. “You’re so fucking wet.” I start pumping a finger into her vagina and Jamie’s bucking her hips as I move my mouth up and suck the whole labia into my mouth and then I lick her clit again, causing Jamie to thrash out another orgasm…”

This was the end of the passage she had chosen and she stopped speaking. There was a heavy pause in the room as her classmates waited to see if there was more to come. When they realised that there wasn’t they settled back into their seats. The woman who had come now looked decidedly embarrassed and was sitting low in her seat with a folder across her lap.

“Thank you for your courage” Tom began, “it is never easy to read in front of a group, and harder still to read something so pornographic. But I look around the room and I can see that this piece was quite impactful for the class. That is all any author can hope for. To have an impact on their audience. Please tell us Hannah, why did you choose this piece?”

“I recently read the novel” she replied, once again, deeply embarrassed.

“But that is not a reason. I read the television guide last night but I don’t present it to the class as a piece of erotic writing!” He laughed and there were titters amongst the rows of seats.
“What captured your imagination? Does it make your cunt wet? Do you fancy yourself as Jamie? Or perhaps as one of the men in this story?”

Hannah felt as though she would pass out. She went to answer but no words would come out. Finally she squeaked; “Sir, I…”
“Sir?” bellowed Tom, “Sir? Under what circumstances did I say you may call me Sir?” he demanded. Hannah didn’t reply, but Tom just looked at her in expectation. He turned to the class, “can anyone here remind her?” He asked. A guy in the front raised his hand and spoke; “you said if you were about to spank her, or she was about to suck your cock” he said.

“Correct” said Tom, “now which are you about to do Hannah?”

She could feel the eyes of the class burning into her. She didn’t respond. She couldn’t. But Tom was determined not to move on.

“Hannah, please come down to the front of the class. I am serious, please join me at the front.”
Hannah paused, but as though she were being propelled by someone else’s will, she made her way to the front of the room. Her cunt was still so wet that she felt her lips slide together as she walked. Tom took a seat on a chair to the side of his lectern. She could see an enormous erection straining against the fly of his trousers. He beckoned for her to stand in front of him.

“Please, lie across my lap with your face down” he instructed. Hannah hesitated. She had an insanely strong urge to just follow his instruction. His voice was soothing and after the intense embarrassment of reading to the class it felt good to have someone tell her what to do. He held out his hand and she took it and he guided her to lie across his lap. He shifted his ass in the seat to get comfortable and took her left hand and placed it over his erect penis. He took hold of the hem of her skirt and tugged it down over her underpants. Burning with shame Hannah felt hot tears rolling down her upside down cheeks, into her hair.
Tom rubbed his hand in slow circles across her ass and he addressed the class,
“You may think Hannah’s position today enviable, or unenviable. Such is the subjectivity of eroticism. But I won’t force anyone to witness this. If you would like to leave you are free to do so. Including you Hannah.”
No one moved. Tom’s hand was now partly rubbing but he was also using the motion to push her ass cheeks apart, low down so as to also spread her pussy lips. She pushed into his hand and raised her hips slightly. Her hand was still on his very generous erection and she had a strong urge to suck it. Tom slid a finger into her briefs and pulled the material back from her cunt. He held it there for a moment and then tugged them down to her knees.
Hannah waited in anticipation. She had never been spanked before, but she had fantasised about occasionally. She pushed her ass up into the air, exposing the bottom of her cunt lips to Tom.
He squeezed each of her cheeks a couple of times, his fingers close to her cunt, making it ache to be touched. He raised his hand and brought it down on her ass with medium impact. Unexpectedly, Hannah let out a sob. Tom spanked her ass twice more, harder this time and lower down on her cheeks. On each impact she squeezed his dick through his trousers, and now she started jerking it in short strokes. Tom undid his fly and eased the head of his cock through the hole. It was thick and smooth and perfectly bell shaped. Hannah wriggled back on his lap so her face was level with his crotch. She squeezed his head hard and a bead of precum rolled down his glans. Hannah’s tongue darted out of his mouth and she caught it. It tasted lightly salty and sort of sweet. Placing a hand on the back of her head Tom guided his cock into her mouth and she began to suck.

While she was finding her rhythm, Tom rained down three sharp blows on Hannah’s ass. She cried out, but the sound was muffled by his cock. The last slap had beep less on her ass, and more across the part of her pussy lips that were exposed. He rested his hand there and pressed his flat fingers across her cunt until the middle joins began to sink into her wetness. Hannah moaned and took another inch of Tom’s cock into her mouth, sucking firmly but at a slow, languid tempo. She pushed her toes against the floor to raise her ass and chase the pressure of his hand with her clit. Tom held up his hand to the class, it was glistening with her cunt juices.
“Hannah is unbelievably wet” he exclaimed “she is experiencing the kind of exposure an author might endure when she publishes her deepest fantasy in a novel.”
He ran two fingers down the length of her cunt lips, pushing them about two centimeters into her pussy. She moaned at the contact with her clit and he pulled her head off his cock so he could feed her his fingers. She sucked off her juices greedily.
Somewhere, in the back of her mind a persistent thought was screaming at her: ‘what are you doing? This is a room full of people’. She could barely believe how easy it was to brush this aside and allow Tom to continue. She felt completely passive. As though she were watching this happen to someone else. But it didn’t feel that way at all, it felt so good.
Hannah pushed her ass up in the air to present it to Tom more fully, he rested his hand over her cunt lips and started stroking the outer lips very lightly, careful to avoid any contact with her clit. Hannah tried to move herself so that he would touch her clit, or even her inner lips, but Tom effortlessly avoided her contact.
He slapped her ass again lightly and spoke again to the class;
“This is undoubtedly a cathartic moment for Hannah. You saw how nervous she was before, and now her desire has triumphed over her inhibition and she has surrendered. She is allowing herself to receive pleasure in front of her peers. This is a beautiful moment and you should all acknowledge her courage.”
Tom’s hand was now massaging Hannah’s inner thigh, and he pulled her open as he squeezed. Finally he thrust two fingers into her cunt and moved them in and out slowly. He used a third finger to stroke her clit while his other hand held her ass and pussy open.
“You have an amazingly sexy cunt, Hannah” Tom said, softly. She whimpered a kind of thank you and relaxed even further, enjoying the sensation of his fingers inside her and the pressure against her clit.
She turned her head towards his cock again. The head was glistening with precum, and she enveloped it in her mouth again and started to suck. Now Tom alternated between fucking her with his fingers and massaging her clit with his whole hand. Hannah was moaning loudly and pushing herself into his hand, increasing the pressure.
Hannah could hardly stand it anymore, she wanted to come and she ground her cunt against Tom’s hand and moaned deeply into his cock, which was rock hard, swollen and thick.
Tom too was thrusting his hips in small movements and from experience Hannah knew he must be close to coming too. She adored sucking cock for this reason; feeling a guy shift gears from being aroused to losing-control horny was an enormous turn on and as the desperation of Tom’s thrusts increased she felt her own orgasm building.
She took Tom’s dick out of her mouth to moan that she was going to cum; “don’t stop, don’t stop” she panted breathlessly before he guided her head back to his cock. She could feel the eyes of her classmates upon her, but they felt distant and unimportant. Tom’s hand was pressed firmly against her cunt now, a thumb inserted deep in her pussy and curled around to press hard against her g-spot. He wasn’t even moving it now, just varying the pressure against her clit.
Hannah’s mouth was still on Tom’s cock and as she sucked she massaged his head & shaft with her tongue. She had managed to slide a hand into his trousers and was squeezing his balls gently. She felt them tighten and knew he was about to come.
This tipped her over the edge and she came in a crashing wave, the ferocity of which caught them both by surprise. Tom let out a loud moan and thrust his cock deep into Hannah’s mouth, his cum pumping out of his cock in hot jets.
Hannah swallowed him, gulping as her own orgasm continued to wash through her, her cunt pulsing and throbbing so hard she thought it would be audible through the room.
After both of their orgasms had subsided, Hannah stayed on Tom’s lap. No longer flooded with lust inducing brain chemicals, the significance of what she’d done was dawning on her. Tom stroked her hair tenderly, one hand still on her bare ass.
“Ok, you can all leave” he addressed the class. “Don’t forget what you’ve seen here, but please do not talk about it to others.”
Hannah heard the rustling and noise of her classmates leaving and when they’d gone, she stood up and pulled her underwear back on. Her cunt was still so wet that she felt them soak through instantly. Tom too, adjusted himself and collected his belongings.
They said goodbye and agreed to see each other again, without an audience and she walked out into the sunshine. Her pussy still throbbing and the taste of him in her mouth.

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/idj8tf/dont_call_me_sir_mf_public_humiliation