Dr Alta lived alone after his messy divorce of a dozen years ago. He saw his 6 children on alternate weekends, though the older ones were off at college now. His home was modest, chosen more for it's rustic location and land than for the actual home. It suited his needs, and offered him quiet and solitude his creative nature required.
As he sat sipping his brandy with his newspaper in his hand, he reflected on the school term. It was almost over, and the Christmas holidays were just around the corner. He had already purchased his gifts for his children, gift cards mostly, since he was never good at knowing what they wanted. His reflection stumbled upon Rita ...
"Ahhh Rita! What am I going to do with this child? So ripe! So ... eager!" His thoughts whirled around in his head. "Well, I will certainly do my best, but it's almost too easy." He chuckled and ruffled his newspaper.
He was decorating a small Christmas tree in his office the following morning when the expected knock was heard.
"Enter," he called and Rita entered his office and closed the door.
He allowed her to wait a few minutes before he spoke to her.
"You may come in and remove your clothes." He took a seat in his huge leather chair, reclined, put his feet up, and laced his fingers behind his head. He studied her as she bulked.
"Do you not understand my instruction, girl?" He spoke in a low, gentle voice.
"Um, yes, Sir. I understand." Slowly, uncertainly she began to unbutton her sweater as he watched. He said nothing more. Tediously, she finished unbuttoning the sweater, glanced up and his attentive face looking for some response, some encouragement, something. He was silent, his order given. She unzipped her skirt, and slowly slid it down over her nicely rounded hips. She had been directed to no longer wear any sort of underwear, and she had complied with this directive. She stumbled as she removed her boots and thigh high hose, right leg then left. Finally, she stood nude before him. There was a small puddle beneath her from the melted snow on her boots.
"Tomorrow, this will be done much faster, please. Once you arrive, you will immediately strip completely. Is that clear?" His voice was stern. She trembled. "Now, fetch me a fresh cup of coffee, and we will begin."
She did as directed and shyly handed the coffee to him. He tasted it. "One more sugar, please." He handed it back to her and she added the requested sugar. All the time, he studied her face, her body movement, the way her bottom rolled as she walked, the jiggle of her breasts. Her body was satisfactory, a B. Her service thus far, was barely acceptable, but he would try to improve it, a C-. What endeared her to him was her eagerness to please, an A. He could work with her on the rest.
"Sit. You will not hide your privates from me, is that clear? Yes, a bit wider, if you please. Yes, excellent. So, if I recall, we talked yesterday about motivation and what motivates learning. Is that correct?"
She nodded.
"An appreciative student speaks clearly and gives completely honest answers at all times." He paused. "What are the four motivations we spoke of yesterday?"
"Freedom, power, love, and ... fun." Her knees had been trained to close automatically, but Dr. Alta now sat on the front of his desk with a cane. He smacked her thighs when they started to close as she answered.
"Very good. And which of these is the most powerful?"
"Love." She squirmed as he traced the inside of her thighs with the cane.
"Yes, and which of them inspires you to come here today?"
"Power."
"OK. Now, today I want to discuss the difference between cognitive behavior and limbic system behaviors. What can you tell me about these?"
"I know that a cognitive process is a thought process that occurs in the frontal lobes." He continued to trace her inner thighs with the cane, then he poked her breasts with its tip as she tried to speak. "Limbic functions are natural instincts, I think."
"And where does sex fit in? Is it limbic or cognitive?" The cane circled her breasts, lifted them and let them fall.
"I'm not sure."
"Ah! You're not sure. Where is your book, girl?"
"In my backpack."
"Get it, and read the section concerning cognitive processes aloud to me. You may stand up here on my desk as you read."
Rita fetched her book and, with Dr. Alta's assistance, climbed up on the desk beside him. She stood facing him.
"You may begin, girl," he said. He pushed her knees apart as she began to read, and he used the cane to part her nether lips. She jumped as the cane found her clitoris, then slid back toward the wet opening. Back and forth he moved the tip of the cane as she read aloud.
