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Professor Bradley overheard me sharing with Pete that I wasn't coming back in the fall because my parents couldn't afford the tuition. A week later, the Bradleys sat me down and said if I wanted to continue to get my degree, they'd see that it happened.
I wasn't to worry about how to pay for my classes, and I would stay with them for housing. I think that was the first time I remember crying.
"Professor Bradley taught oceanography my freshman year," he said, shifting his weight to his knees but keeping my legs trapped. "Her son was the leading quarterback on our all-state team.
Pete 'The Plow. ' I always thought it was because of how well he played football.
To discover that I wasn't as hardcore and brutal as those punk guys had been. Yes, I liked spanking and bondage, but I'd always cared more about my partner's wellbeing and feelings than stroking my ego. It was a bit of an oxymoron that as a Dom, I found myself willing to submit to whatever she needed to reach ultimate pleasure.