PROFESSOR PUTNAM Pt.1

It was quite by accident that I figured it out. I had been sitting in the back of the lecture hall from the start of the semester, and I couldn’t help but think that Professor Stacey Putnam (AKA; Double-P), the rather MILFy adjunct professor in history (who was currently failing me and putting my Uni scholarship in jeopardy) seemed awfully familiar. After class, I hung back and asked about extra credit, only to be told coldheartedly “Mr. Jay Fortson, this not high school. If you want the grade, I suggest you work for it.”

It was in that moment, the connection hit me like a ton of bricks. My mind went freaking numb as I mutely accepted some written work assignment or something and left the room. When I got home, I went directly up to Mom & Dad’s closet, and hurriedly dug thru Dad’s “little box of naughty” he thought was hidden, but I had known about for many years. The desired issues were near the bottom of the pile, and I also grabbed some old VHS tapes he had, replacing everything just-so before they came home.

Dr. Stacey Putnam, or “Professor Putnam” as she demanded her students refer when speaking to her, sat at her desk, overlooking her itinerary on her tablet. “That Fortson boy isn’t going to make it.” She told herself, as she recorded his last score. Stacey had little use for these male sex-hyped freshmen, and she had to admit that she got a real ‘kick’ making those young men wince as she treated them like the low-life testosterone laden underlings they were to her.

Stacey had done really well at this small “university”, quietly nestled the deep South, and was sure she would be up for the full tenure soon. It was something she had worked very hard and strived for, placing tenure at a University over everything, even relationships. She smiled as she hi-lited Jay Fortson’s name, along with a few others in her notes. ‘These testosterone-laden upstarts needed to be taught a lesson,’ she said to herself, as she continued with her lesson plan.

If there was one person that I really could not stand, it was Professor Stacey Putnam. She was known amongst the males here as being really slighted against them. “Queen Bitch” they called her, “Double-P” was another, mostly by us who wanted to do just that to her. Standing barely 5’3”/160cm and I guess in her 40’s (?) she was admittedly quite attractive for an older woman. She was also one of those women that had the ‘resting-bitch face’ when addressing the class males, and was particularly harsh with freshmen, like me and my mates.

At last! I found what I was looking for, a short ‘pictorial’ in the back of the circa 2003 issue of “Bound Babes.” She was younger, and her hair was obviously dyed a different color, but it was without doubt her. You could see it, even in the pics of her sporting a ball gag while being hog-tied. I dusted off the ancient VHS player and the video titled “Punished for Mistress” had that scene in it, plus another of her bound in a doorway while being whipped by an older lady dressed like a dominatrix. Mom was calling us to dinner, and I got up to go, my head spinning with ideas and plans.

It was not until Stacey returned to the hall for her afternoon lecture that she saw the Inter-University-Mail envelope on her desk. It held a DVD, and a manila envelope. Stacey went white upon opening it, and emitted a shriek, knocking over her afternoon coffee. There were 8×10 glossies of her, naked & hogtied, with a ball-gag in her mouth. There were also some others featuring her over a man’s lap, being spanked, and lastly, a newly-burned DVD. Stacey swept it into her desk quickly, trying not to burst into tears. “Oh Shit” was all she could think. Afterall, she had one more lecture for today, so she tried to focus on that.

I smiled as I saw an obviously shaken Professor Putnam all but running to her car, manila envelope in hand. She had obviously seen the Glossies. In the VHS movies Stacey Putnam was listed as “Tortured Taylor”. A visit to a rundown adult store/porn shop in town, along with a small tip to the owner produced two more VHS’s and three magazines with the good Professor Putnam’s (AKA: Tortured Taylor) face filling the lens/screen. Converting them to both DVD and a thumb drive were easy and making pics from that even easier.

I wasn’t getting a lot of studying getting done, but my grades were really looking up. I slipped in and dropped the first package off easy enough, and in that envelope was also a number to an old phone I had. I actually had to ‘buy’ minutes for the damn thing, but it still worked. And if my plan worked out, it would surely be worth it. Of course, it wasn’t long before the first text made itself known with a vibrating hum. I smiled. The ‘game’ was very much afoot.

Stacey had a near breakdown when she got home, thank goodness she lived alone.