Do What I Tell You To, Professor.

Hugo slumped in his office chair, panting, eyes half closed. The muscles in his groin twitched and quivered as the last few drops of cum dribbled from his cock. The cheesy scent of Gabriela's soles still lingered on his face.

Slowly, the haze of pleasure began to fade away, and the awful clarity of what had just happened set in. Shame pitted in his stomach as he looked down at his slacks to see a ridiculous wet patch, and the cold dampness of his boxers taunted him each time he felt them on his withering erection.

Hugo looked up and the ceiling, new tears falling over old.

"Fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck," he groaned, all of his lustful thoughts now replaced by ones of despair and self-loathing. He held his head in his hands, and bawled his eyes out.

Hugo sat in his office for another hour, saying and doing nothing, praying that his slacks would dry and that the stain would become less obvious. Even after an hour, there was no mistaking the patch on his crotch.

He remembered that he had some gym gear in his office, left there since he had promised himself that he was going to get fit and healthy a few months ago. Another broken promise to himself. Locking his office door, he changed into his gym shorts and t-shirt, which were even tighter on him now than when he had bought them, and stuffed his soiled slacks into the bottom of his satchel. He would lie to his wife, and tell her that he had been for a run after work; with all the sweat that had poured from him today, she could well believe him.

Hugo drove home, a shell of a man, and walked into his house. He did not even have to lie to his wife; when he walked through the door of their home, she did not even look away from the television, and simply mumbled a feeble hello.

Hugo went to the laundry room and stuffed his clothes into the machine. He then went into his bedroom and sat at the end of the bed, and again held his head in his hands.

What the fuck had he done?

Hugo knew that his escalating obsession with feet would catch up with him, but he still let it happen, blinded by his own pathetic lust.

He had stared at the girls in his class, his fucking students, and perved on their feet.

But that wasn't enough for him.

He had spent his days browsing the internet for feet, and had curated a fucking library of his fetish on an online memory drive.

But that wasn't enough for him.

He had jerked off in his empty classroom to a photo of an old crush and her daughter, now one of his students, but even that wasn't enough for him.

He kept telling himself that he needed to stop, that things were going too far - but then, his obsession, his perversion, would take over, and it had now come back to bite him.

In his stupid, horny daze he had shared the online foot library with one of his students. And of all the students he could have shared it with, Gabriela was by far the worst.

Gabriela was stunningly beautiful, and she had nothing but contempt for Hugo. She was a fucking brat, who had made it very clear that she had nothing even resembling respect for him, and now she held the key to his ruin.

-----

This evening, in Hugo's office, she had confronted him with his perversion, making it clear that she had thoroughly explored the folders in his online memory drive.

She taunted him about the collections of screenshots and photos of women's feet, the library of custom videos he had ordered on Onlyfans, the drafts of his erotic stories he had been writing.

Worst of all, she threatened to tell her parents that she had found the folders he had made which contained screenshots from her own Instagram, as well as her mother's. Hugo knew the rumours about Gabriela's father and how he made his money, and a fresh sweat poured from him.

As Gabriela had been taunting and humiliating him, she had teased him with her perfect, dainty little feet, resting them on his desk and almost hypnotising him with her rhythmic dangling of her flip flops.

He had wanted to deny everything, to tell her that she was wrong, but Gabriela had ridiculed him for his obvious erection, and then set about beginning her blackmail.

Hugo had failed Gabriela's latest assignment, which meant she had failed his class. Her flip-flops now on the floor, she had waved her precious, smooth, little soles in his face, and instructed him to fix it so that she had passed.

Hugo had tried to object, but the gentle, cheesy aroma of her toes had woven its way up his nostrils, and he could not help but give into her. He was rewarded with her soft, supple little feet planted onto his pathetic face, and his humiliation was complete as he came in his pants in front of her.

-----

Hugo stood up from his bed, and with the last of his hope he went to his laptop, to see if he could delete the drive and end his blackmail. No such luck. As he logged onto the drive, he saw a long list of notices, all with the same sentence.

"Gabriela Márquez has downloaded this folder.

Gabriela Márquez has downloaded this folder.

Gabriela Márquez has downloaded this folder...."

Hugo did not even react. He was defeated. He closed the drive, and accepted his fate. He set to work writing a new assignment for Gabriela, tears welling behind his eyes again.

-----

Hugo sat, dishevelled, at the front of the classroom the next morning. His eyes were bloodshot, and his remaining hair was unwashed. He had spent hours the night before writing Gabriela's new assignment, and after submitting it to the college's online portal, he had to spend more time on the humiliating task of grading his own work.

He wanted all of this to be over and done with, and so at 05:30 in the morning, Hugo had updated Gabriela's fail grade to a pass. He finally went to bed, but he did not sleep a wink.

Now he sat like a zombie, waiting for his class to arrive. He had decided that today they would watch some shitty documentary about Whitman, and he would try to rest his eyes in the dark.

The classroom started to fill with students. Usually they paid Hugo no attention, but even they noticed the state he was in. A mix of concern and revulsion came over their faces, and one asked, "Everything okay, Professor? You don't look great, no offence."

Hugo snapped out of his daze and tried to look chipper. "What? Oh, yes, no don't worry about me... eh... someone's car alarm kept going off all night and I didn't get much sleep!"

The student looked at him quizzically, before shrugging and sitting down.

Hugo was about to start the projector and turn the lights down, but a cold sweat came over him as he looked over to the classroom door.

Gabriela was always late to class; in fact, it was the one thing Hugo could rely on her for. Today, she was a minute early.

Hugo's hands began to tremble as she entered the classroom. Why was she here on-time? What was she playing at? What does this mean? Paranoia rattled Hugo's already brittle mental state.

Today, Gabriela wore a loose top with long sleeves, and a long skirt which went past her knees. She wasn't wearing flip-flops or flats today; rather, she wore her long, thick-soled, black leather boots. No feet teasing today, thank fucking God.

Hugo's trembling worsened, and a chill went up his spine as he looked at Gabriela's face. She was glaring at him, with vicious hatred in her eyes.

Her eyes, filled with more than contempt, more than disgust, terrified Hugo. She was furious with him.

Hugo racked his brain - what had happened? Gabriela had never liked him, and yes, she had discovered his perversion, but even throughout her ridicule and humiliation of him, she had never looked at him with such hatred.

Hugo fumbled with the projector, then the switch for the lights, and as the room darkened, he mumbled at the class to pay attention to this very important documentary. He sat down and hoped to rest his eyes, maybe even chance a sleep, but through the dark he could see Gabriela's glare, and panic coursed through him.

For the whole hour of the class, while most of the class ignored the documentary entirely, Hugo sat with a sickening pit in his stomach as he tortured himself wondering why Gabriela was so angry. He had done as she asked, and had not caused her any trouble, but any time he looked up she looked back at him with contempt.

The documentary ended, and Hugo turned up the lights as his classroom emptied. All the students left the room, except one.

Gabriela remained sat at her desk, with her arms folded. Hugo tried to ask her what was wrong, but his throat was completely dry, and he could only splutter and rasp.

Without speaking, Gabriela stood up and quickly walked towards his raised desk, the stomping of her thick-soled boots echoing in the empty classroom. She stepped up to his desk and moved swiftly around it. Terrified, Hugo turned his chair to face her.

Hugo let out a pained grunt and then a whimper, as Gabriela lifted one of her boots and brought its thick sole down onto Hugo's manhood, crushing his cock and testicles against his chair. She leaned her weight forward, and Hugo whined in pain and tried to grab at her boot. He could not lift it, and his eyes watered.

"A fucking B!" Gabriela hissed, "You seriously changed my grade to a fucking B?"

Hugo was hunched forward, the agony in his balls making him gag. Gabriela grabbed his thinning hair and held his head up to face her.

"Why the fuck did you think that was what I wanted, Hugo?" she spat.

"Bu-... but... you wanted a pass..." Hugo stammered, trying to shift in his chair to relieve some of the pressure off of his scrotum, to no avail.

"Buh-Buh-but nothing, Hugo!" Gabriela mocked, as she slowly started to rotate her foot on his crotch, like she was putting out a cigarette, "you think I don't deserve a top grade, is that it, Hugo? You think I would waste my time with you, you think I wouldn't show people how disgusting you are, all for a fucking B?"

Hugo felt himself retch with pain, and Gabriela laughed and let go of his hair. She did not ease any of the pressure from her boot.

"I'm getting pretty fucking tired of having to tell you to fix your mistakes, Professor. You've got one more chance, or a sore little cock and balls will be the least of your worries. You'll miss them if I show that online memory drive to my father, Hugo."

"I can't... your grade is already... too suspicious..." Hugo tried to explain, waves of agony emanating from his groin. Every word he spoke brought extra pressure from Gabriela's boot.

"Jesus Christ, Hugo, why do you think I want to hear excuses? You are so fucking dumb, I swear to God!" she exclaimed, "Do what I tell you to, Professor. Okay?"

Hugo could not take it anymore.

"Yes! Yes! I'll change it! Please stop!" he whined.

"Say that you are sorry, and that you love me, Hugo," she giggled, rolling his burning testicles under the sole of her boot.

"I'm sorry, Gabriela, I love you," he groaned.

"Tell me that you are a pathetic little moron, a stupid creep, and that all you want is to make me happy," she purred.

"I... I'm a stupid creep... I'm a pathetic moron... I just want you to be happy!" he cried, "Please, Gabriela, please stop!"

"Call me Princesa Gabriela," she laughed, "I don't think you can just address me by my name. That doesn't sound right, does it Hugo?"

"Pl... please, Princess Gabriela, please..." he whimpered, trembling with pain.

Gabriela was standing proud, with her hands on her hips, laughing at the pathetic wreck, hunched over and crying.

"Oh, come on now Hugo, you can do better than that!" she mocked, her accent now transforming to thick Mexican, making her sound a lot like her mother had all those years ago, "You have to roll your Rs! Repeat after me: Por favor, Princesa Gabriela!"

Tears were streaming down Hugo's cheeks.

"P-... Por favor, PrincessaaaaaaAhhh!"

Hugo's body hunched forward involuntarily as he let out a yelp. Gabriela had pressed down with a forceful stomp on his manhood.

"Ugh, no, that's just fucking offensive Hugo, you should be ashamed," Gabriela said sternly, without a hint of humour, "You can call me Daddy."

Hugo would done anything for the torture to stop. Anything.

"Please, stop... Daddy," he bawled.

"Good boy! Maybe not a compete idiot after all!" she giggled, and she lifted her boot from his groin.

Hugo collapsed violently to the floor, cradling his scrotum and retching. He writhed and moaned, and through his tears he saw Gabriela turn and leave.

"Fix it by the end of the day, Hugo."

-----

Hugo had only just about managed to lift himself from the floor back into his chair when his next class arrived.

As the students wandered to their desks, they looked up and saw their professor look worse than they had ever seen him. His eyes were still puffy from crying, and his thin hair was a greasy mess. He looked dreadful. Hugo heard their murmuring but could not react, the ache from his scrotum still emanating to his gut.

Hugo picked out some words among the mutters and whispers: "divorce" and "drunk" were apparently the most popular theories. Either would have been more preferable to Hugo than his reality.

-----

Hugo cancelled the rest of his classes, and spent the rest of the day in his office. He had made some frantic and embarrassing telephone calls and emails to the administration office, explaining that he had entered Gabriela's grade wrong and that he needed to amend it.

He explained that he had graded the assignment early in the morning because he could not sleep, and it was his tiredness that led to the mistake. His skin crawled when the grumpy administrator had told him that she needed to get approval from the Vice Dean for this, but Hugo had no choice, so he agreed.

Gabriela's grade was changed, but not before Hugo had received a phone call from the irate Vice Dean, who made it clear to Hugo that he didn't have time for this shit and that it better not happen again. Hugo could have laughed when the Vice Dean told him that he would have to write a formal apology letter to Miss Márquez for the error.

It had been six hours since Gabriela had left his classroom, but only two since the pain in his groin had eased. His balls were still tender, and slightly swollen, but he no longer felt nauseated. He sat in his office in the dark, and in despair.

Without warning, his office door opened and light poured in from the hallway. Hugo squinted at the petite silhouette standing in the doorway, and he winced as his tender scrotum tightened in fear.

Gabriela pressed the light switch and then casually strolled towards Hugo. This time she had a smirk on her face, and the glint in her eye scared Hugo as much as her fury had this morning.

Hugo shook as she approached, and he instinctively cowered and moved to guard his crotch. Gabriela laughed and kept moving towards him, enjoying the fear she inspired him.

"Oh, poor puppy," she giggled, walking around his desk. She strolled all the way around to stand between him and the desk, before sitting back on its edge.

Hugo did not dare to speak, and the soft smile she was now giving him filled his racing thoughts with paranoia.

"Little puppy, who knew you were so clever!" she taunted, patting his head, "Look at you getting a perfect grade in my assignment! Maybe you're not such a fucking moron, eh puppy?"

Despite Gabriela's jovial tone, or perhaps because of it, Hugo could not relax. Pangs of shame stung him, however, as she felt a stirring in his cock each time she called him 'puppy' and patted his head.

"I mean, it was worrying when you only got a B the first time, in a subject that you teach! But look at you being a good, clever puppy and fixing your mistake!" Gabriela teased, tussling his receding hair. Shame stung harder still, as he felt a warmth inside him when she gave him a patronising scratch under his chin.

"You've impressed me so much, my good little puppy, and I think you would be so, so good at other subjects besides English! I believe in you, little buddy!" she glowed.

The paranoia in Hugo's mind was joined by confusion.

"You see, the thing is Huggsy, I have a couple more grades that need bumped up if I want to pass this year, but I don't really want to have to sit and re-do all those assignments over my summer vacation! I shouldn't have to give up my precious summer, should I, my good little puppy?"

Hugo slowly put together what she was saying, and a new panic came over him as he pictured the reality of spending his own summer writing endless papers for Gabriela.

Hugo opened his mouth to object, but his eyes widened as Gabriela shuffled her tight, round ass back onto his desk, and then lifted up one of her feet in the long, black boot.

"No, puppy, I don't think you want Daddy having to spend her summer doing silly assignments, when Daddy could be out partying with her friends and enjoying her free time!"

Hugo's eyes were glued to Gabriela's boot as she slowly untied its laces, and his balls gently ached as his cock started to stiffen.

"I know! Why don't you help me out with the assignments puppy! Oh, wouldn't that be fun? Wouldn't you love to help Daddy?"

Gabriela started to pull at the heel of her boot, and then slowly began to shuffle it off of her foot.

"God, it's been so hot today, hasn't it puppy? These boots are way too thick to wear in this heatwave, I know, but they're just so stylish! But Jesus, it does get real swampy in them, especially at the end of a long day!"

Hugo let out an involuntary groan as she spoke, and he felt his hardening cock start to push out against his pants.

"Please, Gabriela, please don't do this..." Hugo pleaded, never taking his eyes off her boot as it continued its journey down her foot.

"Now, now, little puppy," Gabriela said with mock severity, "What did I say you should call me? Remember what I said about using my name?"

Gabriela's foot was nearly free from her boot, and Hugo gripped the armrests of his chair tightly as a damp, sweaty, cheesy smell wafted towards his nose.

"Oh, God," he groaned.

Gabriela laughed again, and pulled the boot away from her bare, sweaty foot. She lifted the boot to her nose and let out an exaggerated retch.

"Holy shit, that fuckin reeks!" she laughed, coughing, "What do you think, puppy?"

Gabriela held her boot open, and sealed it around his nose and mouth. The awful stench hit Hugo like a brick, and his eyes watered.

"What did I tell you, puppy? So stinky!" she laughed.

Hugo moaned pathetically, and Gabriela took the boot away from his face and dropped it to the floor.

"You would love to help Daddy with her assignments, wouldn't you puppy?" Gabriela said, now more sternly.

She lifted her bare foot, glistening with sweat, and held it in front of his face. Yesterday, Gabriela's feet had smelt faintly of lotion and cheese, but today the stench was so powerful that he could almost taste it. The odour filled his nose and it was all he could smell, and he felt himself salivate.

"You're going to do my assignments for me, aren't you, puppy?" Gabriela repeated sharply.

"Please Gab-... please Daddy, please no... I can't..." Hugo stammered, his eyes fixed on Gabriela's sweaty, dainty little foot as she slowly wriggled her toes and scrunched her sole, bringing it slowly closer to his face.

"I don't need to remind you of what I said about doing what I tell you, do I, silly puppy?"

Gabriela pressed her toes against Hugo's face and enclosed them around his nose. Hugo's eyes rolled back in his head as the sweaty, cheesy aroma became even more intense. She gently pushed his head back with her foot as she slid her sweaty sole across his face, and he groaned as he felt the delicate wrinkles of her soles on his lips.

"Taking off these boots is so much effort, and it's so tiring! Wouldn't you like to help Daddy with her big, stinky boot? Daddy's foot is so hot and sweaty and damp! Don't you want to help Daddy's little foot cool off?"

She lifted her other booted foot and rested it softly on his lap.

"Oh, puppy, I know how much you would love to help Daddy take off her big, sweaty boot. And I know how much you would love to help Daddy with her assignments! Go ahead, little puppy, show me how you love to help me. Take off my boot."

Hugo reached blindly for Gabriela's boot as she gently smeared her warm, sweaty sole around his face. His hands trembled as he pawed at her laces.

"I don't think you appreciate how stinky my feet are, puppy! Sniff my foot, and hurry up with my laces!"

Hugo sniffed desperately at Gabriela's sweaty toes and groaned, and frantically worked at the laces on her boot.

"Sniff harder, puppy, or I'll start to think you don't like my stinky, smelly feet!"

Hugo sniffed deeply, and his mind was consumed by the cheesy stench. He felt his cock strain and twitch in his slacks as an orgasm started to build.

Oh, God, no! Hugo was desperate not to cum in his pants again. He could not humiliate himself in front of his student like that again! He could not let her degrade him like this!

But her foot was so soft... the delicate, little wrinkles felt so good on his face... the stench was so intoxicating...

No, he mustn't! He could not be so weak! As Hugo pulled at Gabriela's laces in a frenzy, he bore down and clenched every muscle in his groin, desperate to stop his orgasm in its tracks.

Gabriela noticed Hugo's trembling body, and his strained expression under her smothering sole, and she covered her mouth to stifle her laughter.

"Oh, puppy! Surely you wouldn't! Holy shit, you're really going to cum in your fucking pants again! That is fucking tragic!"

Gabriela started to rub her sole on Hugo's face more roughly, forcing his lips apart. She gently reached beside her and picked up her phone, and began to film Hugo as he desperately sniffed at her feet.

"Look at you, puppy, a pathetic, old creep, about to cum in your pants in front of your 19-year-old student! You have been desperate to see my feet for so long, haven't you? And now here they are, and you can't even control your pathetic little cock, can you puppy? You look like you're going to cum in your pants before you even get this boot off!"

Hugo tensed his thighs, trying desperately to stem his climax, and his whole body began to jerk.

"Professor puppy, how many times have you stared at me? Lusted for me? Perved on me? Oh, Professor puppy, my little Huggsy, you must love me so much! Show me how much you love Daddy. Kiss my foot, puppy."

Hugo moaned, kissing the delicate wrinkles and soft little toes of her foot, and he did not know much longer he could hold on. His rock-hard erection throbbed, and the muscles in his groin started to quiver.

"Oh no! Little puppy! Look at that little patch of pre-cum! Oh, little puppy, is my little, sweaty teenage foot going to make your little silly cock blow its load?"

Gabriela brought her phone camera closer to Hugo's oblivious face, and then she panned down to his crotch and the obvious erection, with the small-but-spreading damp patch at the tip.

Hugo's stumbling hands finally finished unlacing Gabriela's boots, and he desperately reached for the heel and started to pull on it. Gabriela pushed her bare sole hard against his face, while Hugo wrestled the boot from her other foot.

"Oh, no! I don't think you're going to make it, puppy! I think you might cum in your pants before you get my boot off! Oh no!" Gabriella howled with laughter.

Hugo strained with every effort he had, desperate not to cum. He wriggled and shuffled the boot down her foot, and - success! Her foot was free of the boot, and he let it fall to the floor. Gabriela rested her newly freed little foot on his shoulder.

"Oh wow! You did it puppy, you didn't cum yourself! You should be so proud! Maybe you aren't such a loser? Maybe you're a real man, who doesn't cum his pants in front of teenagers? In front of his student? Although, I wonder..."

Hugo gazed at Gabriela through her wriggling toes, and saw her smirking at him. She lifted her other foot from his shoulder, and Hugo did not know if he could resist cumming if both soles were on his face. He tried to tense his muscles further, and prepared to feel the other soft, warm, sweaty sole on his face...

Oh, Fuck. Oh, God.

Hugo felt Gabriela's other foot press onto his throbbing erection through his pants, and as she gently gripped it with her toes and stroked it with her sole, his hips started to buck, and he grunted and shook.

Hugo came violently. He let out a guttural groan into Gabriela's sole as she pressed her other foot more firmly against his pulsing cock. Cum poured into his underwear; so much that Gabriela felt it with her foot as it seeped through his pants.

Hugo's violent trembling calmed to occasional jerks, and he sat in a stupor, Gabriela's sole still planted firmly on his face. She lifted her other foot from his crotch, and began to wipe it against his parted lips. Hugo's eyes were glazed over, and he did not react or recoil when he tasted her foot sweat and his own cum on his lips.

Gabriela filmed the damp patch on Hugo's crotch for a few more moments, before putting her phone in her pocket.

"Now, puppy, the History assignment is actually due soon, so I think you better get started on it now."

Gabriela removed her feet from Hugo's face and planted them on his thighs.

"Pass me my laptop, puppy."

Still in a daze, he reached for her bag and handed Gabriela her laptop. Gabriela then lifted one of her feet and presented it Hugo.

"Boot, puppy."

Hugo lifted a boot from the floor, and obediently placed it on her foot, before lacing it up.

"Good. I'm emailing you the assignment now. And remember, puppy, only the best grades!"

Gabriela lifted her other foot and presented it to Hugo, without looking up from her laptop. Without needing further instruction, Hugo placed the other boot on her foot.

-----

Gabriela sat in Hugo's office chair, her boots resting on his desk, and gossiped on her phone with her friends. Hugo knelt on the floor beside her, hunched over her laptop. The cold of the damp patch against his cock provided a constant reminder of his shame, as he worked frantically on her History assignment.