Jimin had persistent trouble staying focused the rest of the week. She couldn't tell if she was dreading the approaching Friday... or anticipating it.

The size of the class dwindled significantly. Readings were lengthy, assignments rigorous, but Jimin found the subject fascinating. And as intimidating as she was, Professor Kim was a captivating and charismatic lecturer. She was extremely well-versed and knowledgeable in her field, warranting her many accolades and respect amongst peers. The week flew by, Jimin almost forgetting about their post-class encounter on the first day...

"The other day my roommate was telling me how she knows a bunch of girls who tried to get favors outta Professor Kim if you catch my drift," Giselle spilled as she, Jaemin, and Jimin walked out of their final class for the week, the weekend finally in their grasp. For Jimin, this meant it was Friday and she had an important paper to turn in by the evening.

"Damn, either she's straight or she takes her job really seriously." Jaemin chuckled but Giselle nudged him hard. Jimin didn't react, more focused on what Giselle had said earlier. Jimin had wondered whether her circumstance was unique or the professor enjoyed singling out students like her on the regular.

"It's not our place to speculate her sexuality," Giselle replied, shooting daggers that got Jaemin to put his hands up innocently. "But the latter is definitely true. She's supposed to be our new president next year. God, I need a letter of recommendation from her. Imagine having a rec letter from the president of Wentworth University? I'd be a hot applicant to any med school."

"You got this," Jimin tried to encourage with a small smile, but eventually cringed at her effort. She had always struggled in the social and emotional intimacy aspect of relationships - platonic or not.

"Says the girl who got to talk to her after class on the first day," Giselle responded, more in a more light-hearted way than condescending.

"Yeah, what the hell was that about, Karina?" Jaemin interjected.

Jimin sighed. "Trust me, it's nothing to be commended for. I got a shitty grade on the pre-assignment and she just wanted to talk to me about it."

Jimin decided to omit the part about her rewritten extension.

"That sucks. She's seriously harsh for no reason. You got the rest of the semester to bring it up though. The midterm and final are worth like 50% of our grade." Jimin smiled at Giselle, grateful for the genuine encouragement.

Jaemin made his attempt. "I got a pretty good grade on mine so if you ever need help, you can always hit me up—"

"Oh, please, Jaemin. You always find a way to brag about yourself," Giselle retorted, catching the patronizing tone of Jaemin's offer. Jimin couldn't stifle her laugh.

Jaemin rolled his eyes. "Well, I was about to ask if you two were free tonight and wanted to be on the list for the Sigma Chi party tonight."

Both Jimin and Giselle's attention instantly perked up.

"Seriously?" Jimin asked, already exhausted from a week of classes. She had consistently allowed herself one night per weekend to let loose, allotting the rest to studying.

"Hell yeah. I also get a good rep with the frat for bringing in hot girls so it's a win-win here."

"Well, first tell your brothers I won't be interested in them," Giselle replied, throwing a wink in Jimin's direction. Jimin gave her a quizzical look. "We'll be there."

"Sweet. Pre-game at my dorm at nine, I'll text my place in the GC." Jaemin already had his phone pulled out. Jimin smiled to herself, remembering the group chat name for the three of them.

Dr. Kim's Deviants

—

Jimin was content with her four-page extension to her last assignment. Was it the pinnacle of analytical literature? No. But it was genuine work and Jimin felt she put considerable effort into it.

After sifting through cringe-y articles on past 50 Shades of Grey hype, Jimin eventually found original academic literature on subjects ranging from Stockholm syndrome to gender and submissive behaviors. There was genuine research and science to this - and without realizing it, she had selected some of her professor's own work. It only dawned on her as she created and edited her works cited.

Jimin felt second thoughts and hesitation kick in, especially as she continued to proofread. It wasn't like she was turning into blatant erotica. Everything was formal, academic, no colloquial terminology, and formatted to APA perfection. Jimin had delved into sexual deviancy, bringing up the topic of BDSM. She highlighted the section on her computer and felt the urge to delete it.

The young student never aligned herself with the BDSM community explicitly. For one, she felt too young - and extremely inexperienced. Jimin dragged on a mundane relationship her freshman year of college which ended over a one-minute exchange via text, followed by a mediocre hookup that had her rushing back to her apartment to finish herself off.

No one satisfied her.

Jimin wanted her throat to be gripped with rage and arousal, a strong hand to muffle her screams as her hair was pulled back, her ass red from a belt, and brought to tears begging for release while shackled to a bed.

The woman - the dominant - of her dreams would only remain there: in her dreams.

She'd have to settle. Sooner or later.

Jimin printed her essay, stapled it, and set it down on her desk. Fuck it. Best case scenario, she reads it and brings her grade up. End of discussion. Worst case scenario, she reads it and reports her for inappropriate behavior.

The young student quickly glanced at her phone to check the time. It was approaching 7PM. Effectively, she could get ready for the party in an hour, drop her assignment off at Professor Kim's office, and meet with Giselle to go to Jaemin's place.

Jimin wasn't keen on looking like a hooker to her professor's office. With this in mind, she went over to her wardrobe to find something to wear for tonight.

After spending her teenage years overly self-conscious of her own body, Jimin had pretty much settled on how she looked and gotten over it. Yes, she would love to look like an Instagram model with a snatched waist and a Godly bust and ass - but genetics were a stubborn thing.

Jimin grabbed a short, black bodycon dress with two thin straps to hold it up. With a cropped jacket, it'll look presentable but without, it'll be provocative enough for a frat.

Jimin first headed to the shower to quickly shave, despite having shaved the night before (again - genetics). She wasn't explicitly seeking out sex tonight, but if something interesting came along she wouldn't turn it down. After doing a lazy job with her razor, Jimin slipped into a nude, strapless lingerie set that complimented her skin tone. Finally, the tight dress hugged her body and gave the shape of her body some definition.

Jimin felt grateful for successfully affording her own studio apartment off-campus after working overtime the entire summer before. Not having a roommate had its blessings sometimes and dorms were a living hell for privacy. Although a bit small and dingy, it was near enough to campus to walk to classes and had all the basic necessities.

Jimin made it home. She needed a home away from her parents.

Content with her look, Jimin threw on a pair of platform black boots knowing she'd rather die than wear heels to a frat. She also tossed on a cropped, black denim jacket to add some modesty for her interaction with her professor.

Jimin quickly applied some mascara and brushed up her defined brows, accentuating her dark, deep-set eyes. She applied smudges of concealer that matched her golden undertones to any imperfections on her skin. Jimin used her hands to style her thick hair that mirrored the color of her eyes, letting it cascade freely off her shoulders.

There was a time Jimin was adamant about always straightening her waves, but slowly she gained an appreciation for its natural state.

The final touch was a tinted lip balm that glistened on her rounded cupid's bow and light highlighter to bring out her cheekbones against her angled jawline.

Jimin sighed in front of her full-body mirror. And with that, she grabbed her typed-up assignment, phone, keys, and headed out - not knowing what to expect for the night.

—

Jimin had found the building and room number of Professor Kim's office on the class syllabus. It was in the newly renovated psychology building at the heart of campus.

Taking the marble staircase to the second floor, Jimin reached room 111 - well, more like suite 111.

The woman probably meant a lot to the university. Jimin often scoffed at the overly prestigious pedestal Wentworth was placed on. At the end of the day, everyone gets the same thing from college upon completion - a degree. Jimin just paid a higher price and was now facing deeper debt. All for essentially more bragging rights. Most of her tuition was probably going to this woman's paycheck.

Minjeong's blinds weren't drawn, allowing Jimin to take a look inside inconspicuously. She was too engrossed in reviewing a graduate student's grant proposal for an upcoming research forum. Jimin couldn't help but stare. Minjeong was at her grand mahogany desk, her head resting on her hand propped up against the flat surface. Her other hand twiddled a pen, the sleeves of her white button-down folded up to expose her forearms. Jimin studied her defined features, all tensed up in deep thought and discernment.

Snapping out of it, Jimin finally mustered the courage to knock on the door. Why was she nervous? She was just going to turn this god-damn paper in, turn around, and get shitfaced with her friends.

Minjeong looked up at the sound of someone at her door, her eyes locking with Jimin through the window. She signaled for her to come in with her hand.

Minjeong didn't think much of the encounter. She had helped students on her own time before. She was a good professor. Jimin just... intrigued her. Minjeong didn't want to explain it.

She couldn't.

Minjeong finally got a full look at Jimin as she stepped into her office. She gripped the pen in her left hand to the point that it was almost about to snap. It wasn't what she was wearing, but why. It was a Friday night and Jimin was a young college student at her prime - it would be obtuse to think she wasn't going to live a weekend night to the fullest. For some reason, the thought angered the professor.

Especially after she dropped her stapled assignment on her desk and had the audacity to turn her back to walk out the door.

Brat.

"Sit." Minjeong never asked. She ordered.

Jimin stilled. The demanding tone made her thighs press together every so slightly and butterflies in her stomach to somersault.

Fuck.

Minjeong didn't do bratty submissives. She didn't like to be questioned, talked back to, or disrespected - no one dared as the woman took consequences seriously. Her past submissives would attest to that. The fact that Minjeong was starting to take this situation with Jimin as a challenge even scared her. She didn't know how far she would go...or how far Jimin would let her go.

Jimin made her way to the seat in front of Minjeong's desk, immediately crossing her legs and adjusting her jacket to display some professionalism. Minjeong was too busy flipping through the pages of Jimin's assignment to notice, periodically underlining and making a note in the margins.

Jimin took the time to look around the professor's place. The overall architecture relied heavily on dark, mahogany wood emphasized by the desk and bookcase behind it. Jimin spotted a few authors amongst the otherwise academic books, from Albert Camus to Gabriel García Márquez. Opposite the door were large, paned windows that overlooked other lit-up collegiate buildings. Lastly, there was a small setup of a coffee table and leather chairs towards the end of the room presumably for meetings. Jimin would exchange this place for her crappy apartment in a heartbeat.

Minjeong finally set everything down and clasped her hands in front of her, looking intently at Jimin. "I'll give you a B, we can negotiate a B+. There are typos and run-ons but if you're willing to converse with me about what you wrote...I'll overlook it."

"Ask me anything," Jimin responded, in almost a taunting tone. Minjeong suppressed a smirk.

She cut right to the chase, catching Jimin off guard. "What do you think about BDSM?"

"You know I could report you? This is inappropriate," Jimin snapped without hesitation, but obviously just deflecting the question.

Minjeong rolled her eyes and let out an exasperated sigh. "Ms Yu, every instance it has been me who's filed a report on a student so good luck with that. Additionally, I'm simply discussing matters you wrote in a paper that you submitted to me."

That shut Jimin up.

"Now answer my question. Sexual submission and dominance, why did you write about it?"

"I... I don't know," Jimin replied, her initial burst of confidence gone. She felt embarrassment and shame start to creep up on her and Minjeong could sense it - so she kept pushing.

"It's just one subsection of deviant behavior, yet you decided to focus entirely on it," Minjeong continued, looking down at Jimin's paper again.

"Is there something wrong with that?" Jimin paused. "You do research into it - I'd like to assume that's only for academic reasons as well?"

Minjeong subdued the urge to make Jimin finish her sentences off with "Ms" and punish the girl for the sharp comment. She had never fantasized about claiming a student. Her work, her profession, her status were all deeply important to her. It was her dominant characteristics outside the bedroom as well that had gotten her to where she was.

Not to mention, her students were young with most being in their early 20s while Minjeong nearly completed her third decade. Real BDSM needed maturity and experience. It wasn't for the faint of heart.

Minjeong hadn't had an established submissive in over a year now. For one, her work had started to become more demanding as opportunities rose along with her success. But, more dubiously, Minjeong had essentially reached a plateau of her sexual desires. She had partaken and experienced everything she sought. Play and scenes brought her pleasure, but never fulfillment.

Minjeong indulged in all her darkest desires - that wasn't the problem. It was as if there was a hurdle or hill she could never quite get over.

When she looked at Jimin, she could see it. Her eyes were dark... brown like a barren forest on a frigid, snowless winter night. Yet amidst the trees was a flame. It was the same spark Jimin saw in her professor that now plagued her fantasies. The sin, immorality, corruption of it all.

No. She's a student.

The relationship between a professor and student should always remain chaste.

Although if we lived in a lawless society, Minjeong would have Jimin's hands bounded and her ass branded with her belt.

This had to stop - for both of their sake. "Karina, I'm going to be blunt with you. I know why some students take my class. You're a young college student. It's a changing and confusing time. You're figuring yourself out away from home. BDSM is not—"

"It's not about the sex, I know. It's the relinquishment of power. It's the trust you give to your partner. It's an exchange deeper than love." Jimin leaned over, jabbing a finger on her paper on the professor's desk. They both knew it. The feeling of being worshipped, devoured - it's a euphoric feeling that one can only feel after crossing a sacrilegious line.

Minjeong's thoughts paused. No student had ever understood.

The professor quickly stopped herself. The tension in the room was building into something neither she nor Jimin could comprehend. Something confusing, exhilarating, and... arousing.

"I'll give you an A," Minjeong finally spoke, slipping Jimin's paper into a drawer and putting an end to their conversation.

The young student was taken aback at first, almost having forgotten about the paper that prompted an office visit in the first place.

"I... Thank you, professor. I really appreciate it."

"Anything else?"

Jimin stayed quiet, just as Minjeong wanted. She needed to get the student out of here - before she couldn't hold back any longer.

But she finally replied. "Why do you study what you do?"

The professor's answer was a dangerous one. Which is why she completely dodged the question.

"It's getting late, Karina. You should head out."

"But—"

"Ms Yu, I've never indulged this much with a student but whatever you think you want from me, you don't. You need to leave."

Minjeong's voice was tense, a sharp and cold reprimand. It left no room for debate or defiance. And it turned Jimin on. And she hated it. She hated herself for the intense attraction she felt towards the professor and it translated into frustration.

"I only wanted my grade changed, nothing else," Jimin retorted, letting an aurora of uncertainty hang in the air for a moment. Lie.

"Your reaction to me eventually giving you an A was anything but satisfied, Karina."

Just like all women born in the Yu family, Jimin had a smart mouth. "And I barely had to do anything to get it."

Minjeong stood up from her chair, her broad shoulders and strong build elicited a forbidden feeling in Jimin. Her forearms were flexed as she gripped the edge of the desk, brown eyes aflame.

"Don't tempt me, Karina."

"Or what." Jimin was now standing, closing some of the distance between the two as they stood on opposite sides of the desk. They could feel each other's heavy breathing and bodily warmth....taunting. Jimin's next words were the ultimate catalyst.

"You would never lay a hand on a student."

The air stilled. Minjeong's features hardened, both her fist and jaw clenched. It sent chills of fear down Jimin's spine.

The professor intimidated and dominated those around her- in private and within her work. Never had a student come into her office to make demands and taunts like this.

Just put the girl in her place and move on.

No one would have to know. Minjeong wouldn't allow anyone to know. If she wanted to punish her student, she would. While usually a strict adherent to her career and the rules that followed, the professor couldn't care less at the moment - her arrogant dominance clouding her thoughts.

A trait that ultimately got her to where she was today.

Minjeong removed her weight from the desk and made her way over to Jimin. She held her breath as she passed her. Jimin didn't dare look so she only heard the blinds of the window close with such force it made her flinch.

Minjeong returned back to her seat behind her desk, her eyes never leaving Jimin's. She undid the first two buttons of her white dress shirt and adjusted the folded sleeves.

"Get over my knee, Karina."

Jimin's eyes widened.

"Do not make me repeat myself." Minjeong's order cut through the silence. "Move over here and get over my knee."

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