All characters are adults 18+ !!! Tone of speaker & background of fantasy/story: Ideally, a tender yet strict Dom voice (I’ll indicate in the script where you might be more/less aggressive or demeaning or soft!). For some background: you've just gone to see a show with your former classics TA (fun bonus that the show is a classical tragedy). Your relationship is kind of ambiguous, but definitely LEGAL because he is no longer your TA/you have graduated college. He's reminded of your "history" in the classics course he taught, and he reminisces about that history, which ultimately leads to some sexual pain. • SFX in [brackets] – defs optional but always a nice addition. • Tone/inflection guides/*** acts/noises, etc., – included in (parentheses). [Jangling keys, door opening and shutting, jackets being removed, etc., all those SFX that we know and love] (teasing tone) *gentle, satisfied sigh* That show was so good tonight; that version of Medea made me think of the essay responses you would write in your midterms, all that passion you had about gender-typed roles. *pause for reaction/response* *laugh* Of course I remember! I could always tell you would get incredibly heated about it; your handwriting would start off sort of neat, or, at least as neat as your awful handwriting can be, then you would fully devolve into wingdings the more in-depth you got with your response. *pause* *laugh* I always had to spend so long on your exams, trying to decipher the code. *pause* No……that wasn’t the only reason why I would spend so long……. *pause* You want to know the other reason why? *pause* [Thumping sound, the idea here is to emulate you pushing her against the wall of, say, the kitchen or something] (slower, softer, semi-dangerous voice, just for fun; I realize this next statement sounds a little creepy, so if you want to change it up feel free, I’m just trying to get the ~vibe~ across that the TA had a massive hard-on for his student but had to be Professional, u feel) I was. Obsessed with you. *pause, she is Flustered, you stroke her cheek with the back of your hand in the Classic Tender Move that we all love* (soft chuckle, still soft voice) Oh, you look a little flustered there, baby. That look in your eyes… You like hearing me talk about my awful obsession with you? *pause* (even lower whisper, like a secretive thing) You, coming to my class every day, showing up to my god damn office hours, drove me ******* Insane. *pause* (choked laugh, this is honestly my signature I think) You “wanted help with the material?” Baby, don’t you think for a second I didn’t know exactly what you were trying to do to me. God. Class was always a nightmare for me the second you walked in. *pause* No! Not that kind of nightmare! (laugh) It was just so hard to concentrate once I saw you sit down. In the front row, too. Suck-up. *pause* Oh? You couldn’t tell? (laugh). Glad to hear I played it off so well. *pause* [shuffling sounds, she’s trying to move away from the wall you’ve pressed her against] Hey. Where are you going? *pause for her response* (enter slightly Dommy voice) No. Get back over here. [shuffling noises again, she’s again pinned against the wall or some hard surface] (soft voice again, but a lil Dommy because we simply can’t resist that!) Good. Don’t try to move again until I tell you you can. Do you understand me? *pause, she’s processing* Back to where I was going with this! God. Seeing you walk into class, smiling or maybe nodding to your classmates when you first came in, then looking up at me with those big eyes and giving me a tentative little smile, like you were testing the waters to see how I would respond. *pause* Oh now you’re blushing? *pause, she explains* (laugh) Why wouldn’t I smile back? Because all my brain cells went out the ******* window looking at you! (laugh). Anyway. God help me on those days you showed up to class with wet hair. Drove me up the ******* wall, thinking about you in the shower right before coming to my class. *pause* (another laugh because she’s ~funny~) I know showering is normal, there were just too many ideas that went through my mind seeing you with your damp hair. Like, what you did in the shower: what shampoo you use, your body wash. Don’t even get me started on what I felt when I watched your scrunch your hair with your hands. God, those times when you pulled your hair a little too hard and got that look on your face? *pause and laugh at something she says, then pause for more dramatic effect because Enter Dom Voice again* Hey. Remember what I’ve told you before? When we’re alone like this, in this situation? What do you call me? *pause* Yes. Daddy. And what do you not call me? *pause* That’s right. You don’t get to call me an asshole right now. *pause* Good girl. *pause again, you’re ~thinking~ You know what? That’s not enough. I need more from you. (shuffling sounds, moving to the bedroom) [bedroom door closes, sounds of a Toss onto the bed] You’re going to apologize to me tonight, baby. Not just for calling me an asshole just now. For everything. *pause, she’s unsure what you mean* For all the teasing I endured when you were my student. Months of torture, knowing I couldn’t do anything to you. Watching you flirt with classmates- *pause, she interrupts* (choked laugh, semi-anger but all in Good Fun) You don’t think I could clearly hear you and that one person exchange phone numbers? *pause* Oh, it was to meet up and study for the final? You couldn’t tell I wasn’t listening? *pause* No? I saw your shoulders tense up, you knew I was watching you. God, I was seething with jealousy, knowing that they could spend time with you outside of 50 minutes in lecture. *pause* Yes, I know you came to office hours! That was even more difficult for me. I’ve always wondered, though, the one time I was late to one of our meetings and I saw you adjusting your dress? And not in a “I’m sweating” type of way. Tell me what you were doing. ‘ *pause* (~silky voice~) You won’t tell me? You need me to **** it out of you? *pause* Ah, the way you just shivered. Getting all worked up thinking about me ******* you tonight? All this pent up anger I have? Unleashing it onto you while I’m inside you? (laugh) Too bad that won’t happen, baby. You’re going to tell me what you were doing with that dress, and then you’re going to apologize for getting me so ******* hard and worked up during all those classes and office hour meetings. *pause* I’ll be right back. I want you to take off everything and lay on your stomach on the bed. I better not see you touching or rubbing yourself or anything when I come back. Do you understand me? *Pause* Good girl. I promise I’ll be back in 2 minutes, I just need to get some things. [door opens and closes] [you can do like some seconds of rustling to emulate removal of clothes, then some quiet, etc.,] [door reopens then closes again] (re-enter angry Dom voice) You little ******* brat. I saw your hand just now. *pause* [sitting down on bed noises] (really soft, scary voice) You were right about to touch yourself, weren’t you? I saw your hand so close to your p*ussy, but then you heard me open the door and you tried to play it cool. Quickly slide your hand to the side like I didn’t see anything. *pause* Turn over. [bedsheet rustling noises] [slapping noise to indicate you have mildly harshly but somewhat gently slapped her across the face] No more acting out tonight. [another slap because we have to make it even] Do you understand me? *pause* That’s my good girl. *pause* Oh, baby, your eyes are welling up a little. Do your cheeks sting from where I slapped you, baby? Does it hurt when Daddy does that to you? *pause* (gentle sigh) Let me kiss it better for you. [you can turn this into a little makeout session because those are always fun!!] (groan) Ok, that’s enough, baby. Turn back over. [rustling noises] Instead of ******* an explanation and apology out of you tonight, I’m beating them out of you. *pause* I know you don’t like it, baby. I know how much it hurts. My belt always stings so terribly, doesn’t it? *pause, then laugh* No, you can’t just “say sorry” now. I need more from you. While I beat you with my belt, you’re going to write lines for me on this piece of paper [paper rustling noise, if possible]. *pause, choked laugh* No you sicko, do Not make an Umbridge reference right now. Anyway. Back to business. You’re going to write, “I’m sorry for teasing you every day in class, Daddy.” Over and over and over again until I’m finished beating you. [removal of belt sounds] Start writing, baby. I don’t want to see you stop moving the pen. [here, you can improv like spank noises? Not sure how this works, I just literally cannot stop thinking about someone beating me with their belt so this is just all that I’m working with] *after a while, pause* You’re doing such a good job, baby. I know how hard this is. Now, do you want to tell me what you were doing with that dress? *pause, she responds* (more serious tone) You were hiking your skirt up? And why were you doing that? *pause* You don’t know why? *pause* Did you readjust and pull it back down after our meeting? *pause* You didn’t? You kept your dress ridden up for everyone on campus to see. Everyone saw what was meant only for me to see? *pause* God, do you know what that does to me? Knowing that you made me so ******* hard in my office, showing me an indecent amount of leg, then going out and showing more people all of your body? You are mine. Don’t ever do that again. Do you understand me? *pause* Good. Good girl. Keep wri- *pause, she asks if you’ll touch her/let her touch herself* Oh, you want someone to touch your *****? Are you getting too horny to think straight, baby? Of course I’ll touch you. [rustling] I’m going to put in one…..then another……then……(I’m so sorry I have to do this) Jesus Christ you’re dripping down your thighs now….. a third finger. *pause* Nice and snug fit. You’re so warm around my fingers, pulsing. I know how much your ass is hurting right now, baby. And I know it’s only making you wetter and- *pause* Stop squirming. *pause, she requests that you actually finger-**** her* Absolutely not. You are apologizing to me tonight for all those nights I spent thinking about you, jacking off so many times to the thought of you in bed with me, you sucking my dick, crying while I slap your face and **** you. You don’t get to feel any release yet tonight. You can just writhe on my fingers and keep writing those lines. I want you to believe your apology. *pause, return to sounds of spanking* *pause after a while* How are you feeling, baby? You can stop writing your lines now. I think you’ve written enough. *pause for her response* Does your ass hurt? *pause* Good. I want to hear you say it again. I want to hear you say, “It hurts so much when you beat me with your belt, Daddy.” *pause* Such a good girl. So good for me. Now I want you to get on the floor, on your knees. I want to finish in your mouth tonight. [dick-stroking noises here, if it feels right;] Your ***** would have felt so good tonight. You’re so ******* wet from all the pain, aren’t you? [more dick noises, you’re getting Ready to Finish] *pause* [rustling noises] Oh, my poor baby. Your ass hurts, doesn’t it? *pause* (really mean Dom voice) No, don’t shift around like that. I want you to sit firmly on your heels. Rub them against your ass, and look at me. *pause* (if you can, even Stricter) I said, look at me. I want to see the pain in your eyes, from touching your bruised ass, the pain from me beating you. *pause* That’s my good girl. [lots of dramatic breathy sounds, you’re about to cum] Ok, baby, I’m going to cum in your mouth, now, okay? But don’t swallow until I say you can, ok? *pause* Good. Now, I want you to say, “Please come in my mouth, Daddy.” [~cum noises~] Good girl. Such a good girl. Open your mouth. *pause* Good. You can swallow now. *pause* Open your mouth again, I want to see that every drop has been swallowed. *pause* Good. That’s my good, good girl. *pause* Now, let me give your poor little butt a good and gentle massage.