The teacher

Laura was an ordinary girl, full of hopes and dreams. Coming from a small town, she had come to the city in search of something better: an education that would allow her to build a future for herself. Thanks to a scholarship, she managed to get into a university renowned for its diverse student body. However, her shyness had always been an obstacle in her social life. She had never had a boyfriend or kissed, and she sometimes felt self-conscious about her short stature and wide hips. That morning, with the excitement of a beginner, she left for her first class. He boarded the bus hoping to be on time, but to his misfortune, he took the wrong route. Realizing this, she got off in a hurry in an unfamiliar area, her heart pounding with nervousness. She ran until she found another stop, trying to locate herself in the vastness of the city. When she finally reached the campus and entered the classroom, class had already begun half an hour ago. The professor spoke in a firm, confident voice, his tone leaving no room for objection. Laura's legs trembled with fear as, with her eyes downcast, she made her way to the empty seats in the back row, trying to remain unnoticed. The class ended quickly, but the uncomfortable feeling did not go away. The professor was watching her with a stern expression, and before she could get up to leave, his voice echoed in the classroom: - Miss Laura? Remain in the living room for a moment. The young woman's stomach shrunk. Her first day and she had already made a mistake. As the other students filed out, some gave her mocking glances and sly laughs. Laura just wanted to disappear, to get to her room and distract herself with her cell phone. When the classroom was empty, the teacher slowly approached. - I hate lateness, Miss Laura. Why were you late for my class? - I'm sorry, professor. I took the wrong bus - she replied quietly. He let out a dry laugh, without a hint of amusement. - Do you know how many students have given me that same excuse? - I'm not lying, professor...- Laura said, feeling an uncomfortable heat on her face and tears threatening to well up. He looked at her with a flash of impatience. - I don't need dramatics. Listen to me carefully: if you're late again, I won't be lenient. Understood? Laura nodded quickly, feeling her heart pounding. -Yes... sir. - Now, I suppose I deserve compensation for your disrespect for my class. - What kind of compensation? - Laura's voice was weak and frightened. - You will be my submissive for this semester. - I don't understand...- Laura's voice was confused, she quickly looked towards the door and something in her mind told her that the situation was disturbing. - I mean you will be my toy. Every semester I take one. I guess you could be my toy this time? - Your toy? I don't know many fun games, although I know how to play cards. - Are you playing dumb? Laura shakes her head and looks at him inquiringly. The teacher watched her for a moment longer before turning away and giving her the signal that she could leave. Laura gathered her things and left the classroom with a shaky sigh. Her first day of college had not started as she had hoped, but she was determined not to let one mistake define her.