You'll have to Learn the Lesson

In a dimly lit study, a stern yet attractive professor is reprimanding a visibly flustered student. The student, a young and innocent-looking woman, is seated on a desk, her skirt hiked up and hands folded beneath her bottom. The professor, a man in his late thirties with glasses, circles her desk menacingly."I can't believe you'd be so careless with your studies. You'll have to learn the lesson," he warns. His voice is deep and authoritative, sending shivers down her spine. Suddenly, he stops by her desk and leans down, his breath hot against her neck."Perhaps...a more intimate style of learning would better suit you," he suggests, his hand grazing her exposed thigh. As he whispers seductively, his fingers begin to trace gentle patterns on her skin, igniting a wave of anticipation that sends shivers down her spine.