Mrs. Emma Johnson, a sexy professor, has no time for nonsense in her lecture hall. All the college studs want her, and if the class knew what she had under her skirt, the sorority sisters would too. She loves being in charge, so she sees red when her own stepson Noah acts out in class.
When humiliating him doesn’t work, Mrs. Johnson gives him another chance to prove himself. But it turns out that both of them have secrets that are too big to keep under wraps. When Mrs. Johnson shows Noah just how big, he has no choice but to get on his knees and transform into the pretty little college coed of her dreams. And the more Noah takes in, the more he realizes that there will be no going back to his old self.
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Emma Johnson stared daggers at Noah as his phone vibrated on his desk. He gave her a simpering smile, muttering an apology and something about turning it off, as he shoved it into his pocket. It was a beautiful, sunny day outside, but all eyes in the lecture hall were on the professor at the front of the class. She wore a conservative dress, but its tightness accentuated the curves that hid underneath. Even in a scowl, the red of her lips oozed with the sex only an experienced older woman can muster. She was the center of attention, and not only because she was teaching the room full of college students. They had been undressing her with their eyes for years, and Mrs. Johnson knew it. She also knew she would have to do something about Noah.
“Don’t let that happen again, Noah,” she said, calm and cool but still loud enough for the slackers in the back to hear. “You don’t want to give me a reason to cut you off the phone plan.”
Noah felt eyes on his back as his classmates laughed. He said, “It won’t, E–er, Mrs. Johnson. Sorry again.”
He slouched in his seat as Mrs. Johnson, his father’s new wife, continued the lecture. Noah knew it was a bad idea for him to sign up for her class, but his major required Math 169 and she was the only one who taught it at his university. She didn’t keep it secret that she didn’t think much of him, whether it was as a student or as a man in general. And as much as part of him hated her, he sort of agreed with her. He wasn’t a stud, like all of the muscle-heads who openly flirted with Mrs. Johnson. He was the perennial bookworm, the nerd you would expect in a computer science classroom, but he wasn’t even that smart. Noah was just… there. With a skinny frame like his, and hair long enough to cover half his face, he was surprised anybody even noticed him.
As soon as Mrs. Johnson looked away from him, her attention returning to her slide presentation about network algorithms, Noah sneaked a look at the text message that set her off. It was from his friend Ravi, who was sitting only a few seats down the row from where he was. What the hell couldn’t wait until after class? Ravi knew how much his stepmother had it out for him.
Noah looked down the row at him. Ravi, who qualified to be one of those aforementioned muscle-heads, had a smirk on his face. He shrugged and gestured at Noah with his phone. Noah rolled his eyes, but he checked the message anyway.
Dude, Ravi had texted, your stepmom is looking fine as fuck today.
Keeping one eye on Mrs. Johnson, Noah texted him back under the desk.
It’s really weird how often you tell me that.
Just being honest, was Ravi’s reply. I can’t believe you get to spend all day with that at home. When are you going to hit that shit?
Life isn’t one of your pornos, dude. Noah looked up. Mrs. Johnson was in the middle of drawing a diagram on the board. Even if I was into that, she is definitely not into me. You have a better chance than I do.
So are you saying that you’re “into that”?
When Noah looked up again, Mrs. Johnson was standing right in front of him. Her arms were crossed, and the look on her face could have melted glaciers.
“Stand up, Noah.”
He must have looked like a deer in headlights. At that moment, Noah envied mayflies because they only had to live for a day.
“And don’t move your hands. I know you’re texting.”
Noah stood, doing exactly as he was told, his phone in plain sight cradled within his shaking hands. Disgust was painted on Mrs. Johnson’s face.
“Do I really have to discipline you in front of the whole class? What kind of a man are you? Are you in grade school? Give me your phone.”
He couldn’t even look at her directly in the face. It was as if he had been transported to a universe where time was slowed and the only sounds were his classmates trying their best to hold their laughter in.
“Now.” Her command made him feel weak in the knees.
She snatched it out of his hands instead of waiting him to drop it into hers. Noah’s eyes bored holes into the floor as she read through his texts with Ravi.
“Holy shit, is he gonna cry?” he heard someone in front of him say. Noah pretended to scratch his head, letting hair fall in front of his eyes.
After an eternity, Mrs. Johnson said, “Take your seat. We’re going to talk about this after class.”
“Sorry isn’t going to be enough this time.”
Noah’s stepmother didn’t even bother to look at him as she put away her teaching materials. The lecture hall looked more like a cave when it was devoid of students. Noah’s ass was firmly planted in his seat, not knowing what else to say. He kept thinking back to when she made him stand up in the middle of class. Everyone else must have thought he was a joke. Or worse. What kind of man gets turned into a sniffling bitch like that? The more he reflected on that moment, the more he felt like it was what he deserved.
“You should be ashamed of yourself,” Mrs. Johnson went on, “acting like this. Disrespecting me. I don’t care if we live in the same house, Noah, you’re to take my class seriously. I’m supposed to be teaching. You’re supposed to be learning.”
Noah imagined that a stronger man would have set Mrs. Johnson straight about him. He would have stood up to her. Prove her wrong. Tell her to get on her knees and beg with her dress on the floor and her tongue out. But Noah wasn’t like that. He was more likely to have bruises on his knees if it came down to it. He couldn’t talk to anyone about it, but he felt more comfortable following orders. Submitting. His last and only girlfriend left him because he didn’t take charge in the bedroom. Was this why he acted out with her so much? So she could punish him?
“You don’t even put yourself through school.” For the first time since class ended, Mrs. Johnson looked directly at her stepson. “You know how much your father pays to keep you here. He’s already disappointed in you. Don’t dash the last of his hopes, Noah. The three of us are going to have a talk about this tonight.”
At the mention of his father, Noah sat up straight.
“No, please don’t tell Dad.” His voice started out strong, but faltered. “You’re right. I’m just a huge disappointment to him. But let me make up today to you. I’ll do anything. Please, what do you want me to do?”
Mrs. Johnson shook her head.
Noah tried again. “What do you want me to say? That I’m trash? Yes. I am. But–”
“It’s always the same thing with you every time. ‘What can I do?’ ‘What should I say?’ You never take the initiative. You’ve never looked at anything a day in your life and asked yourself how you could improve it.”
Mrs. Johnson sauntered to her chair and sat in it. She crossed one voluptuous leg over the other.
“Get on your knees and beg for it.”
“I’m not going to repeat myself, Noah. Do it or I’m convincing your father to kick you to the curb.”
Noah’s palms were slick with sweat. He glanced at the door.
“But there are still students–”
“I don’t care if anyone sees. I didn’t tell you to worry about that. I’m going to count to three. One.”
Noah gulped. He didn’t know if she was being serious, or if this was just a test of his manliness.
But wasn’t this just what he wanted? Without another thought, Noah came out from behind the row of desks and got down on all fours in front of his stepmother.
“Please,” he groveled, “give me another chance.”
Noah kept his eyes glued to the tiled floor of the lecture hall, the dirt from the shoes of a thousand educated minds tracked all over it. This was where he belonged. On the floor, in servitude to someone stronger.
The clacking of Mrs. Johnson’s heels filled the air and reverberated in his head like a judge’s gavel. She stood before him, close enough that he could kiss her shoes. If she wanted.
“What kind of a man are you?” she asked. It was a question that he had heard or asked himself a dozen times before. “You’re riding home with me tonight. Before your father gets home, I want you to clear the garage for me. It’s full of boxes of clothes I’m donating and you can make yourself useful by getting it all out in the front of the house so they can just pick it up tomorrow morning. There’s no need making their job any harder. Men who work hard. With their hands. You can try that out for once in your life.”
Noah whispered a thank you, but the only response he heard was Mrs. Johnson walking away. He didn’t dare to get up. Especially not with the erection that had grown between his legs.