The Sin 'Zine-#5-Wrath - Middlespace
The Sin 'Zine-#5-Wrath - Middlespace
The Sin 'Zine-#5-Wrath - Middlespace
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Master’s <strong>Wrath</strong><br />
By Lea Meadows<br />
S<br />
he knew from the minute he walked in that it was going to be one of those days.<br />
All the signs were there: the stern, determined gait, the tense, steel-like jaw. He<br />
was not going to be easy on her today. And she hadn’t helped matters by<br />
defying him. His instructions were clear but it wasn’t as if she’d had much of a choice.<br />
She squirmed in her seat, felt the blush cut across her cheek and lowered her gaze.<br />
Best not to make things worse.<br />
It was all there the first time she met him. She was in the second semester of her junior<br />
year and had elected to take a film appreciation class instead of the usual women’s<br />
studies bullshit. All the feminist crap was wearing thin on her. She’d reluctantly agreed<br />
to take on the women’s studies minor to appease her advisor. You know the kind -<br />
failed hippie who now published overly dramatic poetry in local literary magazines<br />
and felt the need to “nurture” raw talent. She really needed to re-think her choice.<br />
So when she walked into his class, she was prepared to zone out and spend 90<br />
minutes outlining the premise of her next erotic short story. This time she was thinking of<br />
pairing an older woman with a former student who attended the class reunion to<br />
finally fuck his Physics teacher. And in the middle of a scene where Dean was bending<br />
Mrs. Farber over a chair in the faculty lounge, she felt a strange sense of foreboding.<br />
<strong>The</strong> air was almost still and it seemed like the entire class had gone silent because of it.<br />
She didn’t think to look up from her notebook because had she done that she’d<br />
notice that he was standing right in front of her.<br />
“Ms. McKinney? Is there something so much more interesting than my lecture?”<br />
Her mouth went dry. “Uh, no Mr. Finn. I’m here.”<br />
“You may be here but are you paying attention, Ms. McKinney?<br />
She could feel the wetness begin to saturate the middle panel of<br />
her panties. Two months ago, she had no idea that she’d become<br />
his pet. She felt like a puppet with strings attached to her nipples<br />
and clit instead of her arms and legs. But they never actually spoke<br />
or saw each other outside of the classroom. He just ruled her with his<br />
intense black eyes, the click of his shoes on the floor and the<br />
instructions he emailed her nightly. Instructions that’d made her<br />
come more times than she could count.<br />
<strong>The</strong> first of what he called “requests” came the day after she wore<br />
that tight black skirt that rode up when she slid into her chair.<br />
“Ms. McKinney. For tomorrow’s class I’d like for you to participate<br />
more in the discussion. Your perspective on the last reading was<br />
<strong>The</strong> <strong>Sin</strong> ‘Zine – Ira – 14