Chapter 97 Spanked By Her Student (2)

• Two weeks earlier, Valerie had simply been a thirty-something professor of philosophy, not an owned slut. Actually, she’d been the one doing the owning, after a fashion. Her long-distance relationship with Rob, who taught at MIT, had crumbled months earlier. He’d shown himself to be a bit of a priss, and Valerie wasn’t quite sure how she felt about that, so they amicably agreed to split up and see other people.
• Valerie had gone on dates, but they’d been lackluster. One was a talker, never letting her get a word in edgewise. Another kept staring at her feet, until she regretted wearing strappy sandals. And the third? When he bent to pick a nickel up off the restaurant’s floor, she saw a frilly, hot pink thong peeking out above his waistband.
• So she’d sighed, resigned herself to being single, and became good friends with her vibrator.