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Extra Credit
🕑 Added 2024-08-07 23:31:00 +0000 UTCIan was a second-year student at a prestigious university, struggling to keep his grades up. The weight of assignments, exams, and personal issues had taken a toll on him. He found himself on the brink of failing several classes, including Professor Reed’s Advanced Philosophy course, which was notoriously difficult. Professor Reed was known for his strict grading and high expectations, and Ian needed to pass this class to stay on track for graduation.
As the semester drew to a close, Ian’s anxiety grew. He couldn't afford to fail. Desperate for a solution, he decided to meet with Professor Reed during office hours to discuss his situation and plead for extra points.
Professor Reed’s office was located in a quiet corner of the campus, a small, dimly lit room filled with books and papers. Ian knocked on the door, his heart racing.
“Come in,” a deep voice called from inside.
Ian entered, finding Professor Reed seated behind his cluttered desk. The professor was an imposing figure, with sharp features and a stern expression. He adjusted his glasses and looked up at Ian.
“Mr. Ian, what can I do for you?” Professor Reed asked, his tone formal.
Ian swallowed hard, trying to steady his nerves. “Professor Reed, I’m really struggling in your class. I’ve had a tough semester, and I’m afraid I might fail. I was hoping there might be some way I could earn extra points, maybe an additional assignment or project.”
Professor Reed leaned back in his chair, studying Ian with a penetrating gaze. “Mr. Ian, it’s not my usual practice to offer extra credit at this stage of the semester. Students are expected to meet the standards set from the beginning.”
“I understand, sir,” Ian said quickly. “But I’m really desperate. I’ll do anything.”
The room fell silent as Professor Reed considered Ian’s plea. Finally, he spoke, his voice carrying a hint of something Ian couldn’t quite place. “Anything, you say?”
Ian nodded, feeling a glimmer of hope. “Yes, anything. I just need to pass.”
A faint, almost imperceptible smile played at the corners of Professor Reed’s mouth. He stood up, walking around the desk to stand in front of Ian. “Very well, Mr. Ian. There may be something you can do, but it’s unconventional and requires complete discretion.”
Ian’s heart pounded in his chest. “I’ll do it. Whatever it is.”
“Follow me,” Professor Reed instructed, leading Ian out of the office and down a series of winding hallways until they reached an empty classroom. The room was dimly lit, with only a few desks and chairs scattered about.
Professor Reed closed the door behind them, locking it with a click. He walked to the front of the room, turning to face Ian. “Kneel.”
Ian hesitated, confusion and apprehension washing over him. “Sir?”
“I said kneel,” Professor Reed repeated, his tone leaving no room for argument.
Swallowing his pride, Ian complied, dropping to his knees on the cold, hard floor. His mind raced, unsure of what was to come next.
Professor Reed approached Ian, his presence commanding and intimidating. “You said you’d do anything, Mr. Ian. Prove it.”
Without another word, Professor Reed sat down on one of the desks, lifting his foot and placing it firmly on Ian’s shoulder. The leather shoe was polished, but Ian could smell the faint musk of sweat. The realization of what was happening hit him, and a mixture of shame and reluctant curiosity flooded his senses.
“Remove my shoe,” Professor Reed ordered.
Ian’s hands trembled as he untied the laces and slipped the shoe off, revealing the professor’s sock-clad foot. The musky odor intensified, making Ian’s stomach churn.
“Now the sock,” came the next command.
Ian peeled the sock away, exposing Professor Reed’s bare foot. It was large and well-kept, but the scent was overpowering. He looked up at the professor, his eyes pleading for some sign of mercy.
“Good,” Professor Reed said, his voice softening slightly. “Now, put your face to the floor and place my foot on your head.”
Ian’s cheeks burned with humiliation as he lowered himself to the floor, pressing his face against the cold tile. He felt the weight of Professor Reed’s foot settle on the back of his head, the musky scent filling his nostrils.
“Lick,” Professor Reed commanded, the single word hanging heavily in the air.
Ian’s body tensed, but he obeyed, extending his tongue to the professor’s foot. The taste was salty and bitter, but he continued, driven by his desperation to pass the class.
As Ian licked, Professor Reed’s foot pressed more firmly against his head, a strange mix of authority and satisfaction evident in his posture. Minutes felt like hours as Ian remained in this degrading position, his mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions.
After a while Professor Reed commanded him to stand up as he planted his other foot firmly upon Ian's grade report on the desk, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.
“Each toe is worth one point,” Professor Reed said slowly. “The big toe is worth two. Show me how desperate you are, Mr. Ian.”
Without hesitation, Ian removed the professor’s shoe, the familiar musky scent filling the air. He peeled off the sock, revealing the large, well-kept foot. Ian’s heart raced as he leaned forward, placing a kiss on the top of the foot. The salty taste mingled with the overpowering scent, but he pressed on, kissing each toe reverently.
“More,” Professor Reed commanded, his voice a low rumble.
Ian took the big toe into his mouth, sucking gently. The taste was overwhelming, but he continued, driven by a desperate need to secure those points. He moved to the next toe, then the next, kissing and sucking each one with increasing fervor.
Professor Reed watched with a mixture of satisfaction and amusement. “You’re doing well, Mr. Ian. But I want to see how far you’re willing to go.”
He lifted his foot, pressing it firmly against Ian’s face, smearing the musky scent across his skin. “Lick the sole.”
Ian’s cheeks burned with humiliation, but he obeyed, dragging his tongue along the bottom of the professor’s foot. The texture was rough, the taste bitter, but he continued, driven by a strange mix of submission and determination.
“Good boy,” Professor Reed murmured, pressing harder against Ian’s face. “Now, beg for those points.”
Ian’s voice trembled as he spoke, his face still pressed against the professor’s foot. “Please, sir, I need those points. I’ll do anything. Just let me pass.”
Professor Reed seemed to savor the moment, his foot still firmly planted on Ian’s face. “Anything, Mr. Ian?”
“Yes, sir, anything,” Ian replied, his voice barely above a whisper.
“Very well,” Professor Reed said, finally removing his foot. He pointed to the grade report, now slightly crumpled beneath his foot. “You’ve earned your points.”
Ian’s legs were shaky as he stood, his face flushed with shame and something else he couldn’t quite name. Professor Reed handed him the grade report, a satisfied smile on his lips.
“Remember, Mr. Ian, discretion is key. No one must know about our arrangement.”
Ian nodded, clutching the grade report tightly. “Thank you, sir.”
