Sophia's Abode

It really wasn't Sophia's dream to attend the University of Southern California, but it was insisted upon by her parents. They had paid for two years already, and there were no scholarships for someone like her who barely managed to pull a 3.0 in high school.

But once Sophia had gotten to USC and had her small private dorm apartment secured, she didn't think it would be all that bad. Meeting Jane Harper during registration also got Sophia more excited about attending university. She never really had a really close friend as a child. She wasn't allowed to play with the other kids after school, so it was a welcome surprise that Jane was so open to being her friend.

Sophia knew she was struggling with her Statistics class, and despite knowing her parents would explode through the roof if she got anything less than a 'B' in a class, she let her freedom of living away from home get the better of her. She did a lot of partying the first half of the year, and her grades in most all her classes were sub-par, which brought a lot of condemnation from her parents.

Now, she needed to work so hard, and she felt the weight of expectation dragging her down. She couldn't depend on her best friend Jane Harper to bail her out of Professor Han's class like she so graciously did for her in Professor Hwang's Fashion Arts class. She already felt like she was a burden on her best friend already.

Now Sophia had the looks of a smart bookish Asian girl, but being an only child with high expectations, she had been rigorously guided and instructed through her childhood. She always had a bit of rebellion in her since becoming a teen, even if it were in lots of little ways like sneaking out of her room or leaving early from the ice skating rink to go walk around with friends.

Now with the end of the semester closing in, Sophia needed help in passing Professor Han's class. She wasn't sure exactly what she would do besides beg him not to flunk her. She was going to have to try her hardest to convince him...

Peter Han is a 28-year-old professor of Statistics at the University of Southern California. Born in Suzhou, China, he demonstrated exceptional mathematical aptitude from an early age, leading him to pursue an undergraduate degree in Mathematics at Shanghai Jiao Tong University. He later earned his PhD in Statistics from Stanford University, specializing in probabilistic modeling and machine learning applications.

Standing at 5' 10" and thin, he has a lean yet athletic build He has dark brown eyes, thick black hair, high cheekbones, straight nose, a defined jawline, and has an approachable face that gives him a refined and elegant look. He dresses well and keeps himself well-groomed, especially now that he was teaching at USC.

While his demeanor can be perceived as intimidating due to his quiet and observant nature, he is highly analytical and methodical in both professional and social settings. He looks young, but doesn't accept any shenanigans in his classes.


It was now Friday afternoon and his last lecture on data collection and statistical bias for his undergraduate course was about to commence. He adjusted the cuffs of his still-crisp button-down shirt, methodically situating his notes from his leather briefcase on the lectern. Around him, students began to file into the lecture hall, talking excitedly about their plans for the weekend. He carefully watched who was in attendance, and he took a deep breath and let out a sigh as the last twenty seconds before he started was ticking down, and he has yet to see Sophia Quentin enter the hall.

"Shit... late again." Sophia mumbled to herself as she took one last toke off the joint she and Casey were sharing between classes. She only meant to take a couple puffs, but she got to talking and now she would be hard pressed to make it to the lecture hall in time.

When she finally got there after a quick walk across campus, she sighed as she stood outside the closed door. Carefully and quietly, she started to push the door slowly open in hopes of slipping in unnoticed. She somehow doubted she would be noticed. Her appearance of 'plainness' in Professor Han's class along side the hot California girls, she doubted he would notice her...

*squeeeaaak...*

"Shit..." Sophia muttered, timing it badly as that word came out right when the door stopped squeaking. Not only was Professor Han's sight focused squarely on her as he paused his lecture, but the quiet he demanded had little other noise around, and her cuss could be heard throughout the lecture hall. Some of the more daring students chuckled at her predicament as she slithered to a nearby chair to sit.

"It's really nice you can join us this afternoon Sophia." Professor Han called to her before she could sit in the back. "There is a place right down here in front waiting for you." He waved her forward. "Once you get down here, I can continue." He would wait for her to walk down the aisle and sit.

He kept his stare on Sophia as she walked down and took her assigned seat. He knew she wasn't applying herself to her full potential. No, she was a skater. He knew the type. They hope to skate through their classes doing the least amount of work to get by. Not in his class. He had pretty much already decided she was a lost cause and was likely going to fail.

Once Sophia had herself settled and was ready to pay attention, Professor Han looked at his Fitbit and sighed. Enough minutes have been wasted. he picked up where he left off, and he hoped Sophia could keep up...


Professor Han managed to complete his lecture just before class time ran out, and he could see the students were starting to tune out and was thinking of their Friday nights. Soon after the bell, the hall emptied quickly. was completely empty except for one lone student who sat there staring at him. Sophie.

As he closed up his briefcase, he looked at Sophie questioningly. “Yes, Sophie? Was there something you needed?”

"Yes, Sophie? Was there something you needed?” Sophia froze as she heard those words. There was something she needed.... a passing grade. Though appearing calm and collected, she was a bundle of nerves inside as she looked up through her glasses at him.

"Um, yes there is Professor Han ... I... I ugh... need a passing grade." She blushed and unintentionally threw a shy look, but her fancily-painted nails of her left hand hooked the hem of her short brown skirt and slightly raised it just a little higher up her stocking-sheathed thigh as her knees moved away from one another slightly.

Normally Sophia could easily throw flirtatious looks and motions out, but being drunk at a party was one thing... this was different... this was her math statistics professor! She was feeling very awkward trying to play the flirty girl with him.

Professor Han looked up from his briefcase to study Sophia intently; his brown eyes looking every bit of her up and down. "Sophia, there's only four weeks left before the finals and Christmas break."

His voice sounded disappointed. He scowled before he again looked to Sophia. "And now is when you come to ask for a passing grade? You know I offer office hours and my TA's have also informed me that you never show up to their lectures either. How could I help you get a passing grade now?" He folded his arms and looked intently at Sophia as he took a breath.

"The time for makeup work has long since passed. Besides, it would be unfair to all the other students who worked hard this year and completed all their assignments on time while also attending their TA sessions. I'm afraid it's too late for much to be done for you."

Picking up his briefcase, he started to walk out. As he stepped down to the floor, he took a stride before pausing. Peter sighed once more as he turned his head to look at Sophia.

"Look, I'm sorry Sophia, but my hands are tied. If you had come to me sooner, perhaps we could have worked out some remedial courses or tutoring, but it's now simply too late in the semester. I know you're a very smart girl Sophia, but you just don't apply yourself. You have one more semester of this course, but would it do you some good.?

His eyes dropped briefly to take in her outfit. "If only you put the same amount of effort in picking out your wardrobe as you did in your studies, you'd be a straight A student." Despite his words, his eyes lingered just a bit longer than necessary on her stockinged legs....

"Oh but Professor Han.... I know... you're right. I'll take another semester of your course... I just can't fail! Not this semester!" Sophia was begging, and her desperation had her eyes wet up, with a tear finally running slowly down her right cheek from under her glasses.

She looked down as the professor made his comment about her wardrobe. There was a run just on the inside of her left thigh just above where her skirt hem was, She tugged at her skirt slightly in hopes it stayed hidden. To tell the truth, she didn't even give that much thought that morning. She woke up late and was a bit hungover, so she simply reached into her drawer and pulled out her black silk bikini-cut panties and coffee nylons. Paired with her light lace bra and a sleeveless white blouse, she grabbed her skirt from a dirty clothes pile and checked it for stains.

With a sigh, Sophia looked up to him, using her intense facial expressions to amplify her weepy sadness. "Please Professor Han.... Is there nothing I can do to change your mind and give me a break? All I need is a 'D' and I can explain to my parents that I had at least passed..." Her voice was pushing that slightly irritating sound it naturally had that annoyed so many at high school. She didn't consider what her eyes did when they dropped from his to glance at his trousers before quickly returning to his eyes. "I really beg you sir. I don't wish to bring shame to my family..."

Professor Han, noticing the tear rolling down Sophia's cheek, reached over and brushed aside a loose strand of hair from her face and tucked it gently behind her ear before wiping away her tear with his thumb. He placed his other hand on her bare arm -- caressing it soothingly. He then moved his hand from her shoulder and his forefinger lightly coaxed her head up by the chin.

As she tilted her face up to look him, he said, "Perhaps I was too harsh on you, Sophia." Studying her face intently, he found her quite attractive, even in her teary-eyed state. "If it really means that much to you, there could be a way for you to bump your grade up to a 'C' ... maybe even a 'B', but it won't be easy. It will depend on your efforts in being prompt and your efforts doing what I instruct."

Pausing, he tore off a page from a small notepad he always carried in an outside pouch of his briefcase, along with a Bic pen. Scribbling something down he handed her the note. "This is the address to my house on the northside of campus. You already have my number. Now, if you're as serious as you say about earning a better grade in my class, you show up tonight at 7pm sharp. There could be a way for us to work this problem out."

He then turned and walked up the aisle toward the back of the auditorium to the doors to leave. He did not look back once to Sophia. Before he pushed open the door, he called over his shoulder and said firmly in a strong voice that carried through the empty room.om, "Don't be late, Miss Quentin, or this whole arrangement will be forgotten."

She took a deeper breath when the professor touched her arm and brushed away a lock of her hair that had fell to her cheek. His touch seemed to electrify her inside! She did her best to not show the stimulation he had given her and her face felt warm. As he spoke, her eyes stayed on his and she took a deep breath as he said there was a way to improve her grade!

"Yes! Yes! Thank you Professor Han! I know it won't be easy..." she bounced up and down on her feet and she wanted to give him a hug, but she didn't want to cross any boundaries with him especially there. He turned and started writing something and gave the paper to her. She looked at it as he spoke.

"I... I wasn't expecting home tutorial, but I promise you I won't be late Professor Han!" She smiled as she read the address again as Professor Han was leaving. She said to herself, 'Seven ... that leaves me a little time...'

She gathered her pack and slung it over one shoulder and she too headed out of the lecture hall.

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(Hours later)

As 7:00PM approached, Sophia suddenly realized she needed to get to the north side of the campus. "Shit! I have to go!" she exclaimed as she slid off the stool at the high table at Beacon's. "I got to run guys." she said to her friends as she grabbed her pack and set off out the door.

With it getting dark, Sophia debated whether she could get a shuttle bus to get her around to the other side of campus. There was no time. She had to be at Professor Han's house at seven sharp! She wished she had stopped by her dorm room to change shoes after classes instead of meeting her friends. She had to sprint, but her heels made that impossible.

After a few stumbles, she paused and took her shoes off and carried them as she speed walked across the central square. To add to it a light drizzle started to fall. When the clocktower started chiming the seven o'clock hour, Sophia was tapping on Professor Han's door. She had slipped her shoes back on her feet, and hoped the professor wasn't put off by her being still in the same clothes she had worn to class ... she hoped he wouldn't be upset she had drank a few beers already...

Professor Han sat at his mahogany desk in the study of his modest one-story house on Bellagio way. A book on Advanced Probabilistic Models and Statistical Inferencing lay before him, though he had yet to open it. His elbows were braced against the polished wood and his head rested upon his hands-- fingers rubbing against his temples-- as he tried to stop the image of Sophia from playing in his mind.

He had never felt this way about a student before. Sure, it was Cali, and there were many beautiful girls who had tried --unsuccessfully-- to sway his favor to improve their grades, but he'd never wavered. At first, he had thought it was simply the sight of her tears that had caused him to falter, but that wasn't it. There was something different about Sophia that set her apart. The way she had stood there today, looking so shy, her glasses framing her face, her silky black hair falling elegantly down the sides of her face, and the stockings. Those damn stockings...

Was what he was about to do wrong? Maybe he should just call the whole thing off?

Suddenly the clock tower chimed 7, breaking his reverie and interrupting his moral qualms. Then came the tapping at his door. Taking a sharp breath, he pulled himself together -- sliding effortlessly into his usual demeanor as the cool and assertive professor. He opened the door to find Sophia, standing there, looking a bit frazzled, in the light drizzle.

"Cutting it a bit close aren't we." he said curtly, though there was a hint of amusement in his eyes as the tower tolled a second time.
He pulled the door wider to let her in. "Take your shoes off and leave them by the door, then follow me."

He stayed three paces ahead of Sophia as he led her down the hallway to his study. He Stood by the door and looked back to Sophia as she walked in, and he shut the door. Stepping over to his desk, he shifted a chair and offered her a seat before walking around to the other side of the desk and sitting down.

"So, you mentioned that you wished a passing grade in this class. As I've said before, I will not simply give someone a grade they have not earned." Raising a hand placatingly in response to her, he continued. "However, I will give you the chance to earn that grade. For the next two weeks, I will personally tutor you every day for a few hours, here at 7pm, until you have demonstrated that you deserve the B that I will give you."

Before letting her respond, he held up his hand once more. "That is not all. My time is very valuable Miss Quentin, and I would not offer my time freely to just any student. However, you mentioned that you would be willing to do... anything... for your better grade. I have to test you and see if you meant what you said?" He paused, gazing at her intently, his eyes locked onto hers.

Sophia smiled when the door opened, but she let it fade as the professor mentioned she was cutting it close. Closer than you know Sophia thought silently as se pushed off her shoes by the front door. The bottoms of her stocking'd feet were dirty but she gave that no thought.

Listening to Professor Han, she nodded in agreement that he couldn't simply give her a passing grade. Her eyes lit up when he offered to personally tutor her for two weeks! She was abut to respond before he held his hand up to pause her, Hos authoritative look had Sophia freeze, her mouth open with her first word of reply still on her tongue. She closed her mouth as and he went on.

When he paused and gave her an intent stare, Sophia opened and closed her mouth a couple times as she searched for words to speak to him. Finally, she got past the nervous block that never before had her caught short for words, and they all just came out...

"Oh thank you Professor Han! This time you are offering me is ... is more appreciated than you know! I will do anything to make ... to pay for your time with me... I mean it. I really need to pass, and if I can get a 'B', I can explain through the disappointment my parents will have." She paused and took a deep breath. The enormity of what he was doing for her hadn't hit her completely, but she didn't want to let him down in any way...

Professor Han slowly got up from the desk and walked over to where she sat. He looked down at her as he took off his tweed jacket and placed it on the corner of his desk. He was looking sharp in his dress shirt, vest, and slacks. T

"Stand up." he said as he took Sophia's hand in his and helped her to her feet. He didn't let go after she stood, but lifted her hand and arm over her head. He then twirled her around once, slowly, in sort of a dance move so he could eye her as she turned. When her back was facing him, his other hand slid around her midriff and he pressed up against her -- so close she could smell his expensive cologne and feel a certain hardness against her body.

"We will see if you will do anything Sophia..." he said in a soft voice by her ear as his hand let hers go and came down to brush her hair back over her shoulder. He then leaned down to kiss her at the nape of her neck. His hand then slipped down under her arm and around over her sleeveless blouse to gently fondle the soft swell of her breast while his hand on her stomach slid its way down to her thigh to slid up her leg under her grey skirt. His fingers teased her by lightly sliding over her panties; only the thin layer of fabric separating his caress from her clit. "You know, Miss Quentin, you are the only student to whom I have ever offered this opportunity."

He then suddenly straightened up and stepped away from her as his hands slid back, giving her breast and clit one last caress. "However, before we begin in earnest. There is still the matter of your punishment. Your poor performance over this semester, I am almost certain, has nothing to do with your intelligence, and everything to do with your lack of effort and other distractions."

There was no lack of talk circulating around campus about Sophia and her partying activities. In fact, since early in the year when Professor Han had identified Sophia as being a 'skater', he been asking questions here and there of his students about her when he heard her name being mentioned. Yes, he had been keeping notes. He still wanted to talk to one of Sophia's friends... her closest friend... Jane Harper... about her, but he would wait to do that.

"You will need to be disciplined in order to demonstrate to you the consequences of your actions... or in this case... lack of actions Miss Quentin. You can either be spanked ten times with your panties on, or five with them off. The choice is yours..." He paused to gauge her reaction.

Sophia was enjoying the dance move Professor Han performed after he took her hand. She was not surprised with the finishing move. At first she inhaled a little sharper when she felt his hardness press against the crack of her ass, but then her eyes closed as she tilted her head when he pulled her hair back from her shoulders.

"mmmm.... mister... professor..." she let out, the strength of her voice melting as she did so. Her blouse and thin silk and lace bra was no match for his wandering fingers, and her nipples hardened almost immediately. She tilted her head back against him as he kissed her neck, and as his hand found its way down under her skirt to brush over her damp silk panties to tease near her clit, her legs did wat they always did when she was touched there... they got wobbly.

"uunnhhhmm..." she let out as she pressed back against him, trying to remain standing. Hearing his words by her ear, her eyes opened slightly in slits before rolling back and closing again with another circle near her clit by his fingers. Then just as suddenly, he slid his hand out and let her breast go and stepped away from behind her. Sophia wobbled but grabbed onto something to keep from crumpling to the floor. To her, the tease was extreme and she was breathing harder as she turned to look at him.

The professor was back, changing from the man seducing her. Sophia dropped her eyes from his in a look of submission as he spoke of punishment. There was no way she was getting out of this. "The choice is yours"

Now Sophia was spanked as a child when she really acted out, and it did teach her some discipline, but her dad hadn't done it since she was eleven. She never was sure whether it was because she had gotten real good at being sneaky, or there was other reasons. So now, this choice played in Sophia head and she wondered if she should have just opted to fail and deal with the consequences with that.

No, she had asked Professor Han, and he offered her a way to improve her grade. She took a breath as she looked at his shoes. "Um... I .... I'll take the ten with panties on..."

Now having made that decision, maybe she would get away with just lifting her skirt and bending over...

Professor Han carefully rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt. "Bend over, Miss Quentin, and place your elbows on the desk." He said, his voice stern. He waited for her to comply, before he walked over and spread her stockinged legs with his foot.

He reached down and lifted the hem of her skirt, placing it on her back and revealing her thin silk panties. Professor Han noticed Sophia was trembling and he placed a hand soothingly on her back, rubbing her reassuringly. "Don't be afraid, Miss Quentin." He brought his hand down on her ass, firmly but not too hard. The smack brought a sting of pain but was not unbearable.

Pausing, he reached between her legs and began to massage her inner thigh. His hands moving frustratingly close to her panties.

Professor Han repeated the process, delivering another firm swat, his hands moving steadily, tantalizingly closer to the warmth between her legs. With every swat, he made sure to deliver an equal dose of pleasure. By the time he had reached the tenth swat, his hand was once more placed upon her crotch, rubbing her over her, now soaked, panties.

He brought his hand down one last time on her ass. He let her skirt fall back in place. Then pulling up a chair, he sat her on his lap and cradled her in his arms.

"You were very brave, Miss Quentin." He said softly, brushing the tears from her eyes as he stroked her hair. He bent down to kiss her on her forehead. Then Professor Han leaned back, looking at her. His eyes, before stern and authoritative, were now filled with tender affection and concern.

"How do you feel, Miss Quentin?"

ophia did as the professor instructed, and the cupping of his hand was like it was molded to the curve of her ass. The crack popped through the room and Sophia flinched and her eyes fluttered. She wasn't afraid. She just wondered if she could endure. She had to! She needed a better grade!

"mmm..." she let out as the sting gave way to a sensual stimulation of her thigh being massaged. That touch was getting to her and she did her best to remain stoic There were nine more spanks coming...

When the tenth spank cracked, Sophia let out a chirp from it, and she immediately melted when his hand came over her silk panties over her crotch. The soft teasing coupled with the sting her ass felt was really stirring her up inside. Her eyes were wet, and she had thoughts pass that wondered what she may have gotten herself into.

Looking up to the professor as he spoke praising her bravery, she didn't feel brave. She shifted on his lap because her ass hurt, and all she could muster was a smile.

"h... how do I feel? uhm ... my... my butt is sore... and I am soaked... you are doing something to my insides Professor Han. She felt herself swoon when she saw his affectionate, face...

Professor Han stood, and taking Sophia's hand, helped her to her feet. "Follow me." He ordered before striding out of the room, holding her hand tightly. He looked back as he walked down the hallway to look in her eyes before walking to the door on the far end of the hall. Pushing the door open, he stepped in as he let go of Sophia's hand, testing her and seeing how she would react. Once she stepped into the room, he shut the door behind her.

"Wait here." he said as he headed into the adjoining bathroom, leaving her alone at the doorway to the master bedroom. He returned moments later holding a bottle of cream. Professor Han sat on the bed and motioned for her to lay across his lap. As she did so, she could feel him through his slacks. His cock was rock hard as it pressed against her navel through the fabric of his pants...

"Follow me." Sophia got up off Professor Han's lap and with him holdinf firmly to her hand, she compliantly followed him as instructed. Staying a pace back, she watched the doors in the hallway pass, and she noted where the bathroom was. They finally came to double doors at the end of the hallway, and they opened to a master bedroom. Sophia looked around the room as Professor Han stepped aside holding a door open for her.

"Wait here." he commanded and she turned to look at him as he went into the ensuite. . . While he was gone, Sophia walked over toward the bed and looked at the high posts on each corner of the foot, and the intricate open woodwork of the headboard. She also looked at the big dresser with a mirror and she thought she looked rather plain for someone like Professor Han to want to ... help ... her.

She jumped as if she was caught doing something when he returned, and she turned to face him ... He sat on the bed and ordered her to lay across his lap. She complied and she could feel his hardness press against her belly through his pants and her blouse...

Peter's hand ran down the back of Sophia's thigh, feeling her stocking before slowly and lightly sliding it back. His hand went up her skirt and cupped her butt cheek and gave it a light spank. "You are complying well Sophia. I know that can't be comfortable. Go ahead and sit up on the bed."

Peter watched as she slid herself off his lap. He looked to her and had a neutral, stern look. "You seem quite willing to comply with my commands. This has started to raise your grade. Of course, you will have to do much more to get to a C average. Now, take your blouse and skirt off and scoot yourself to the head of the bed."

His hand caressed her stocking'd leg a couple more times before he stood. He went and put the cream back, deciding she wasn't going to need that, and then went to his closet to take some of his ties from the rack. "What we will do next is probably something you have done before with others. We'll see how well you do this time, and if you pass, you will get closer to a C grade and it will conclude our time for tonight."

“I…I understand professor.” Sophia replied to him in a meek submissive voice. She got up off his lap and stood, sliding her skirt off her hips and she unbuttoned her blouse.

It fell open but she didn’t remove it. The cool air got her nipples hard and they pressed against her thin silk bra. She then slid herself up on the bed, mostly laying on her back but using a pillow to prop herself up a little before stretching her arms up over her head.

“Like this?” She asked as she looked back at Professor Han. She wasn’t sure she understood her assignment, and hoped she didn’t disappoint him.

"You seem to be well versed in this Ms Quentin." Peter said as he observed her getting in position. Having anticipated his next request, he wasn't sure of he should punish her for it or compliment her with extra credit. He let his slacks fall to the floor, leaving him in just his shirt and his silk boxer shorts.

Grabbing a couple of his ties from the rack that hung on the back of the bedroom door, Peter stepped over to the side of the bed and looked down at Sophia.

"Stretch out your arm towards me." he said with a cold authority. He didn't wait for her. He wrapped a tie around her wrist and pulled it up to the corner of the bed before securing it with a knot. "You're going to have to be restrained for this last lesson. When we're done, I'll give you some instructions on our next private lesson."

He climbed onto the bed and over Sophia as he tied her other wrist to the corner of the headboard of the bed. With her arms stretched out to the corners, he came around and grabbed her feet and pulled her down so he head wasn't against the headboard.

"Could you tell me what happens next Ms Quentin?" He looked up to her face as his hands lightly caressed her ankles...