I heard Susan�s voice directly behind me now saying, �Be sure to use some soap, they were

pretty dirty, weren�t they pet?�



Turning and seeing her standing there watching me, I replied, �Yes, ma�am,� and proceeded to

unwrap the small hotel bar of soap next to the sink and rub it over the panties.



�Much better, pet.�



I soaped them up, then soaked them again in the sink. I emptied the water and filled up the basin

with clean water, dabbing the panties up and down. The act of doing this caused the memory of

my servicing Susan�s pussy in the bathroom a couple of nights ago to flood back into my brain. I

was once again ashamed to realize that the sense of humiliation of how I felt between her legs

that night was causing me to be aroused, as I felt my cock stirring in my pants.



After rinsing out the panties, I bunched them up in my hands to get out the excess water, and

then took the hair dryer off the wall. I put it on a medium setting, and holding the panties in one

hand, proceeded to wave the dryer all around them, trying my best to get them dry as soon as

possible so I could get this over with.



After about five minutes of this, they were dry. As I put the dryer back, I gazed into the mirror,

and saw Susan still standing and leaning against the door frame with a smile on her face.



I turned and handed them to her. She simply stood, staring at me once again, the smile now

having left her face.



After a few moments, I realized what she was waiting for. �Here are your panties, Professor

Bascom, all cleaned,� I said.



She smiled again and reached out and took them from my hand. �Thank you, pet, much better,�

as she rubbed her fingers over them and then sniffed them. �Now please give me a hand.� And

with that, she handed them back to me, but I was unsure exactly what she wanted me to do with

them now.



She stepped into the bathroom, stood next to me, and placed one hand on my shoulder. She

undid the sash on her robe, causing it to fall open. As she did, I got a partial view of her large

breasts, though her nipples were still covered by the robe. But her shaved pussy was quite

visible to me, which only reinforced the memories of my servitude to her.



I felt her hand pushing down on my shoulder as she said, �Please help me into them, pet.�



Understanding what she wanted, I knelt down in the bathroom with the panties as she lifted her

right foot off the ground. I put the panties around that foot, and then she shifted to raise the left

one. I put the other leg hole around that foot, and as she placed it back on the tile of the

bathroom, I lifted them up her legs, and did my best to situate them over her curvy ass and on to

her waist. As I kneeled there, I got a good look at her shaved pussy as it was just about at my

eye level. More importantly, I got a good whiff of it, and it was quite evident that Susan was

being truthful when she said she had not had a chance to shower before I got there, as her pussy

was quite ripe from the day�s activities. I sensed also just a hint of her arousal that had

enveloped me the other night in the bathroom, and I knew that she once again was being turned

on by what she was doing to me.



�Very good, pet, thank you,� she said with a smile. She turned and walked out of the bathroom.

At that point, I realized that I had to pee, so I started to close the door.



I heard Susan say, �What are you doing?�



I opened the door enough so she could see me and replied, �I have to go to the bathroom.�



She laughed. �What, all the running water got to you, huh?�



�I guess so.�



�Okay, go ahead, then. But leave the door open.�



I simply stared at her and uttered, �What?�



�You heard me, leave the door open.�



At this I didn�t respond, but pushed the door open all the way. I resignedly unzipped my fly, and

began to take out my cock, but before I could I heard Susan�s voice, this time right behind me

again. �No, Bob, I don�t want to take a chance on you dirtying up my bathroom. Sit down on

the toilet if you have to pee.�



More humiliation, I thought, but knowing there was little I could do, I undid my belt and dropped

my trousers to my ankles. I then pushed my boxers down over my cock, which was still slightly

erect, and before I could turn around, I heard her say, �Nice ass you have there, Bob. At least for

a guy.� She laughed, and then said, �Come here, Laura, why don�t you check him out.�



I stood still as I heard Laura walking toward me.



�What do you think, Laura, does he have a nice ass?� Susan asked her.



�Yes, Professor Bascom,� was all she said.



�And now the front, Bob. Turn around and give us another view of that penis of yours.�



I did as she told, shuffling around with my trousers and boxers at my ankles. As my semi-erect

cock bobbed in front of me, I blushed, which Susan immediately picked up on.



�Why, I think he�s a little embarrassed, aren�t you Bob,� she said to Laura.



Ashamed, I said, �Yes, ma�am.�



�Well, nothing to be ashamed of, Bob. Laura and I already knew you were a pussy-loving little

pet who enjoys being bossed around, didn�t we?�



�Yes, we did, Professor Bascom.�



Susan laughed and said to me, �Okay, Bob, go ahead.�



Between the two of them watching me, and my bobbing cock, I didn�t think there was anyway I

would be able to pee. But I really had to go, so I sat down, and waited for a few moments as the

two of them stood there. Thankfully, my erection finally subsided enough for me to push my

cock down and pee into the toilet. After I finished, I stood up, pulled up my boxers and pants,

and waited.



Susan turned and walked back into the living area, followed by Laura. Susan had re-tied the sash

on her robe, which now hugged her ample ass which swayed as she walked. I followed them

into the room as Susan sat on the couch this time, Laura next to her. She motioned for me to sit

in one of the chairs facing them.



We sat silently for a minute or so, Susan just staring at me. Finally, she said, �You have been a

naughty little boy, haven�t you Bob?�



I stared back at her and said, �Actually, I�ve done everything you�ve asked me to Sus � uh,

Professor Bascom, so can�t we bring this whole thing to a close and just forget about it?�



�No, I don�t think so, pet. I�ve been thinking about just what you did the other night, and how

embarrassing it is for a senior professor like you to be caught in such a compromising position.

I�ve decided that the punishment you�ve endured is not enough yet.�



�Oh, come on,� I replied with anger in my voice, �give me a break. Haven�t you had enough of

your little game, yet?�



�No, Bob, I haven�t had enough yet. I will tell you when I�ve had enough. Now get over here.�



I stood up, and once again I had a fleeting thought of just getting up and walking out of the room.

I really thought Susan was bluffing about sending the pictures out or telling anybody what had

happened. But I knew I simply couldn�t take the chance, so I walked over toward her and Laura.



�Take off your shoes and socks, and drop your trousers and boxers, Bob,� Susan said as I stood

before her. Dejectedly, I took off the shoes and socks and once again undid my belt and

followed her command.



�Now get up here and kneel on the sofa, leaning over the back.�



I looked at her alarmedly and said, �Why? What are going to do?�



�Just do as I said, Bob,� she replied in a stern voice. �As I told you, you still need to be punished

for being a naughty little pet.�



Hearing that tone, I did as she said, getting up on the sofa with my ankles with my pants and

boxers bunched around them hanging over the edge. I leaned forward with my arms and head on

the padded, rounded back of the sofa.



�Laura, take off his pants and underwear.�



I felt Laura complying, leaving me totally naked from the waist down. I was wearing a polo shirt

that did little to cover up my bare ass. I shivered at the thought of what was going to happen.



I felt Susan�s hand rubbing over my ass, which admittedly felt good, as I heard her say, �I think a

naughty little boy needs a good spanking, don�t you Laura?�



�Yes, ma�am,� she replied.



�And I�ve got just the person to administer it,� Susan said, removing her hand from my ass. I

felt her rise from the couch, and I had the sickening feeling that she was going to tell Laura to

spank me. The thought that this grad student was going to be doing this to me was awful, and I

shuddered at the thought.



But I heard Susan walk away from the couch. She came into my view as she headed toward the

door to the bedroom of the suite. I looked over at her as she opened it, smiled, and said to

somebody inside, �C�mon out, my dear. Time for you to join all the fun we�ve been having.�



As horrified as I had been at what had transpired over the last fifteen minutes, the feeling was

compounded ten times as I saw who Susan had invited into the room to administer the

punishment.