Professor vs Students

Panic set in as Bella's smooth legs snaked around Ron's neck.

"No, no, no!" Ron hissed. "Not again!"

Bella smirked and patted her university lecturer on the head. "Don't worry, professor. It will all be over soon."

The crowd cheered as Bella's strong thighs squeezed Ron's neck, the poor man struggling in pain.

Bella laughed as she released her hold, only to shuffle around and sit up high on the man's chest. "Okay, professor, you know what to do."

"No, Bella," Ron muttered, struggling to shift her off himself.

"Now, Sir, you know what's about to happen," Bella said with a smile. "Why fight it?" She slid forward, her tiny skirt riding up around her waist. Ron felt a tight pressure on his throat as Bella's blue panties slid onto his windpipe. He stopped struggling, knowing it was no use. He heard a few of his students in the crowd laughing and felt his face redden.

"Now say it," Bella demanded. "Just like we practiced."

"Bella, I--"

"I'll give you one more chance, Sir," Bella said. "I don't think you'll like what comes next if you're not a good boy." Bella shifted her hips forward a touch more to emphasize her point.

"Okay, okay!" Ron rasped as the pressure on his throat grew.

Bella's perfect white teeth flashed in a smile as she flicked her long blonde hair back over her shoulder. "That's a good boy," Bella said, ruffling Ron's hair. "Now, nice and loud so everyone can hear."

Ron sighed and accepted his fate. This was it. This was his life now.

Some time earlier

"You want us to what?" Ron asked, nearly spilling his coffee over his laptop.

Anthony raised his eyebrows. "This is not some crazy concept. The students and the professors compete every year."

"Yes, but we compete in normal sports like archery and soccer," Ron replied. "Do you really think wrestling our students is going to go well?"

Anthony looked around the staff room, noticing the other staff members starting to listen in. He lowered his voice and leaned closer to his colleague. "Look, the students love the games. It has been one of our biggest hits in a long time. And frankly, it's partly the reason that this university is even still running. We've played them in a number of sports. They want to add wrestling. What's the big deal?"

Ron sipped his coffee and stared at the balding man in front of him. Was he actually serious about this? Surely, as university lecturers, they were not going to be made to wrestle their students. There was just no way in hell this was going to end well.

Ron sighed and shook his head. "Look, you're in charge, so I guess you can do whatever you want. But I would like it made known that I do not support this."

"Noted," Anthony said with a smile. He gulped down the last of his own coffee and stood. As he was leaving, he looked back over his shoulder and quickly said, "Oh, also, you will be the first one in the ring, Thursday evening, Building C in the hall."

"What?!" Ron hissed.

"See you then. Bye!" Anthony said as he rushed out of the room.

Some of the other professors smirked at Ron, and he flipped his middle finger up at them. This only made them laugh.

Ron shuffled out of the room and into the bustling halls of Frankston University. He was lost in thought as he walked through the halls, distracted by the wrestling match he had unwillingly signed up for. He wondered briefly who he would be set to wrestle as the young university students all bustled around him.

He saw a massive boy with bulging biceps and prayed it was not him. Ron was not small--he was about average height and build--but taking on a young, early 20s boy like that would not end well.

Some of the smaller boys he could imagine having a fair chance against. There were some very slim, pale students whom he would feel confident against.

A shock ran through him as a young woman brushed past him, her skirt so short that Ron wasn't entirely sure you could still call it a skirt. He was startled as he glimpsed the stringy underwear barely hidden beneath it.

What if he was wrestling her? Surely not. Anthony wouldn't put him up against a female student, right? His pace slowed a bit, and he felt the front of his pants tighten slightly at the thought. No, that can't happen. He would never in a million years wrestle a young woman from the university.

Three days later, Ron was set to wrestle a young woman from the university.

He was sitting in his office when a sharp knock came at the door.

"Come in," Ron said, closing his laptop at top speed. He had been in the middle of perusing some websites his wife would definitely not approve of. Luckily, he was sitting behind his small desk, so the tightness in his pants was not visible to the small red-haired woman who entered.

"Hello, professor," she said, her cheeks dimpling as she smiled at him.

"Good morning," Ron said, trying not to notice how similar this young woman looked to someone he'd just seen on one of his websites. "How can I help?"

"You are Mr. Frederick, right?" she asked, hugging her textbooks to her chest.

"Yes, that's me. Are you in one of my lectures?"

"No," she said. Ron found it slightly awkward how she continued to smile down at him.

"Okay," Ron said with a frown. He waited for her to say something else, but she just stood there looking at him.

"Oh, sorry," she said, shaking her head. "I should explain why I'm here, shouldn't I?"

"That would be helpful," Ron said with a smile.

"Sorry, I'm not very good at social cues. My name is Alice. I'm here to wrestle you."

Ron blinked. An awkward silence filled the room.

"Oh, that was a bad way to explain it, wasn't it?" Alice muttered. She put her books down on Ron's desk, slid her backpack off, and sat down in one of the black plastic chairs in front of him.

"I mean, you and I are going to wrestle today," Alice said, gesturing between herself and Ron. "I signed up for the professor-student wrestling match at the Mondeak Games this year. I know I'm small, but I wrestled a bit back in high school, and my friend Jess said it would be fun, so I thought, what the hey, why not?"

"I see," Ron said. He was slightly afraid of where this was heading. This slim, attractive red-haired woman was not someone he particularly wanted to get into a physical wrestling match with. He wasn't too worried about the actual fighting--the woman was tiny and he could easily take her down. But... she was... well, there was no other word for it. She was beautiful. He would surely get hard if he was entangled with her, and how would that look in front of a crowd?

"... and then I practiced on my friend Phil, and he was pretty easy to beat, so I'm pretty sure I'll be a good challenge for you." Alice had continued her story, but Ron had missed the start of it with his musings.

"Sorry, that was not a good way to explain it," Alice said, brushing a hand through her hair. "Sir, I'm going to wrestle you tonight, so I thought we could practice beforehand. Then we won't be so nervous when we do it in front of everyone."

Alice smiled at him, but Ron frowned.

"Alice, I'm very sorry, but there has been some sort of misunderstanding," Ron said. "I am not wrestling with my students. It's unethical."

Alice's smile faded, confusion creeping over her face. "But I've been... I've been practicing?"

"I'm sorry about that, Alice," Ron said. "I wish you had come to me sooner. I could have saved you the hassle of--"

"Is this because you think I'm weak?" Alice interrupted. "I swear I'm not. I've wrestled men even bigger than you, Professor."

"I don't think you're weak, Alice," Ron sighed.

"Let me show you," Alice said quickly, standing and pulling Ron's desk a few inches forward to create space.

Ron frowned. "What are you--"

"We are going to wrestle right now!" Alice declared.

She stepped around the desk and grabbed Ron's chair. He jumped up as she slid it to the side to create an open space on the carpet.

Ron raised a hand. "Alice, this really isn't--"

But Alice cut him off by pulling off her hoodie in one swift motion, revealing a tight pink tank top.

She didn't stop there. Without hesitation, she reached for the waistband of her jeans and unbuttoned them.

Ron's eyes widened. "Alice, wait--"

But she was already shimmying her jeans down her hips, revealing matching pink panties beneath. "My mentor said distraction is a key tactic," she said brightly.

Ron flushed, speechless as Alice stepped out of her jeans and stood smiling in front of him, hands on her hips.

She flexed her arms with a cheeky grin. "Okay, ready? Because I'm about to flip you on your back, Professor."

Ron barely had time to react before Alice lunged forward. She wrapped her arms around his waist and squeezed tightly.

"Wait--Alice--!"

She hooked her leg between his and pulled, sending Ron toppling to the carpet with a thud.

He groaned. "Oof--!"

Alice pounced, straddling his chest. "Not bad for a warm-up, huh?"

"Get off me!" Ron protested, pushing at her thighs.

She giggled. "That's not how wrestling works, Sir."

Alice rolled onto her side, wrapping her legs around Ron's torso. One smooth leg locked across his back, the other across his stomach.

"Now, when you've had enough, you just tap my thigh and I'll let you go," she chirped, tightening the hold.

Ron gasped in pain. He could barely breathe as his insides felt like they were being crushed.

"Okay! Okay!" he cried, tapping with both hands.

Alice released him with a satisfied grin. "See? I told you I was good."

Ron lay there, panting, when suddenly she shifted again--this time spinning around to sit on his chest, facing his feet.

Her pink panties hugged her curves as she adjusted herself, her feet planted beside his arms.

"Okay, I've got a fun one for you now," she said gleefully.

Ron's face turned bright red. "Alice, please--"

Alice paused and glanced down between his legs. "Ah. I was told this might happen."

Before Ron could react, she reached down and ran a finger lightly along the very obvious bulge in his suit pants.

He flinched, eyes clenching shut. "Alice... don't..."

"Relax," she whispered, giving his crotch a few teasing strokes before suddenly swatting it playfully.

"Ow!" Ron groaned, trying to sit up, but her weight on his chest made it impossible. Alice giggled and wacked it a few more times, each one harder than the last. Ron grunted louder with each whack.

"Now let me show you my favorite move," she said cheerfully.

Just as she began to shift again, three sharp knocks echoed through the room.

They both froze.

"Under the desk!" Alice hissed, leaping off him.

"What? No--you get under the desk!"

"Professor, there's no time for this!"

"But it makes more sense if--"

Another knock rang out.

Ron panicked and dove under his desk, completely out of view from the front.

Alice quickly tossed her jeans behind the cupboard, dragged the professor's chair back into position, and sat down with her legs crossed--right on top of Ron, who was now curled up beneath her.

From the front, she appeared calm and composed--except she was still very much pants-less.

Ron opened his mouth to protest, but Alice silenced him by shoving her sock-covered foot into his mouth.

He gagged and sputtered, trying to pull back, but she only pressed harder, pinning his head against the underside of the desk.

"Come in!" she called sweetly.

The office door swung open.