Miss Rose

By Natalie Severine and Eric Severine

Some students require… discipline.

Miss Rose is the professor of Psychology 203: Advanced Human Sexuality. Not many students have the stomach – or other anatomy – to succeed in her demanding graduate course. But Alex is a dedicated and eager student for all that Miss Rose has to teach.

This book is erotica. It contains graphic depictions of sexual acts of dominance and bondage, and is not intended for minors. You have been warned. Enjoy!

Miss Rose includes three stories of increasing length:

Advanced Studies: Despite all of college freshman Alex's studious ambition, he still requires some instruction in the basics. Miss Rose is only too happy to take an active hand in her student's education.

Cold Case: Alex is now an intern, working with local police detectives to find a missing businessman. The cops don't think that the bondage equipment they found has any bearing on the case, but Alex believes differently and goes to Miss Rose for a pointed lesson about dominance and submission.

Blooming: Alex has graduated from college and joined the police force, just like he has always wanted. He's even met a girl and fallen in love. But after she is assaulted on the job, their relationship and her career are in jeopardy. Can even Miss Rose's expert touch be enough to heal such a deep wound?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Loose Leaf Stories
• Release date: Oct 25, 2020
• ISBN: 9781643190150

Book preview

1. Advanced Studies

My name is Miss Rose. No one calls me by my first name – not my students or the other professors. Not even the dean on the rare occasion he has to call me into his office.

I’m thirty years old, with thick, dark brown hair that I’m quite proud of and prefer to wear up. At work, I’m usually dressed in suits with short skirts that make the older professors glare at me. My glasses aren’t necessary – my vision is just fine – but it helps my students and fellow teachers take me seriously.

Alex was the youngest student in my class, the only freshman I’ve ever had. In the four years I had been teaching this course, dozens have tried and only three made it past the entrance exam. The class was Psychology 203 and there was a reason so many giggling freshmen wanted to take it. The course catalog listing reads Advanced Human Sexuality.

The first time Alex came into my office, I suspected he would do well. At least, he would work hard. Alex graduated from high school a year ago, spent a few months abroad – enough to say he’s seen the world, but not enough to mean it – and then went off to college. Like a good boy. I’m sure his parents are proud of him.

Alex was nineteen years old, with a lean build and short black hair. He was always smiling, but awkwardly, as though not quite sure he was doing it right.

Alex wasn’t even a psychology major. He was studying criminal justice. But as he pointed out to me with a stammer, almost half of violent crimes are sexual in nature or motive. I warned him that my course was difficult even for graduate-level psychology students, to say nothing of a freshman justice major. But Alex’s sincere passion won me over. He passed my entrance exam – barely – and I signed his add form for Psychology 203.

At the end of the third week, I gave out weekend reading and dismissed the class, but Alex stayed behind. When the other – all considerably older – students had gone, he approached my desk. I closed my laptop and stood, wondering if Alex was going to drop my class. No one would have blamed him, but I admit that I was disappointed.

Miss Rose? Alex asked nervously. I wanted to ask about something.

What is it?

I just had a question about your lecture today.

I was a little relieved and smiled at him. What is it?

Alex blushed hard and bit his lip for a moment before making himself ask.

It’s about the um… well, when you were talking about pleasure derived from performing sexual acts, I was wondering how that works, Alex said. His flush deepened. Maybe it’s because I don’t have a good background in psychology, but why? Oral sex, for example. The mouth isn’t an erogenous zone, but you said that there are people who can actually… achieve orgasm by performing it.

I looked over my glasses. You ask that like someone who has no experience with the act.

Alex’s blush filled his whole face now and he actually choked a little. I… uh… no, I haven’t, Miss Rose. I’m sorry. It really was a stupid question. I’ll see you on Monday.

He turned to leave, but I sat down on the corner of my desk and cleared my throat.

No. It’s not a stupid question, Alex, I told him. Simply an inexperienced one.

That pretty much amounts to the same thing, doesn’t it? he asked. I’m really sorry, Miss Rose.

Alex had stopped well short of the door, but kept his back to me. His shoulders were slumped and his head bowed. The flush had crept down his neck.

Not even close, I said. You’re handsome and you’re intelligent, Alex. I’m not sure why you don’t have more experience with this matter. Your question doesn’t seem to demonstrate any disgust with oral sex itself.

No, nothing like that, Alex answered quickly. He turned to face me, shaking his head emphatically. His dark eyes were earnest. It’s not that I don’t want to, I just… never have.

Would you like to talk about it? I asked.

Um, sure. I was seeing a girl in high school but she wanted to wait until marriage before we did anything. I respected that, so I didn’t push. But after we graduated, she was accepted into a good college on the east coast. She didn’t want to keep up a long-distance relationship, so we broke it off. I haven’t really seen anyone since.

What a waste, I said with a sigh.

I didn’t actually mean to say that out loud, but it was true. Alex was a handsome boy, absolutely wasted on some girl’s old-fashioned ideals of abstinence. He gave me that uncertain, shy-boy smile.

Thank you, Miss Rose.

I couldn’t help but return his smile. But that still isn’t an answer to the question you stayed to ask. Would you like one?

Please, Miss Rose.

Alex’s open, eager young face made it quite clear that he had no idea what I had in mind. He thought I was simply going to explain. I shifted my weight on the desk and pushed the chair out with one foot. My high heels were shiny and black under the lecture hall’s bright lights.

Sit down, I instructed.

Alex sat nervously. It’s a long lecture, I guess? Don’t you have another class to get to?

I shook my head and sat in front of him on the edge of the desk, legs crossed one over the other. Alex stared raptly, then caught himself and looked up to meet my gaze.

You at least understand the basics of oral sex, don’t you? I asked. I know this class has focused on the psychology of the act, not technique.

The blush rose again. Alex suddenly seemed to notice how much cleavage was exposed by my low-cut white blouse. He coughed.

Um… yeah, a little, Alex said. I read up a bit a few years ago, before I knew Janice wanted to wait.

Good.

I uncrossed my legs and firmly planted one black patent leather pump on each arm of his chair. I was wearing thigh-high stockings with matching garter and thong. Alex’s eyes went so wide that I could see white all around.

Miss Rose! he gasped. What… what are you doing?

Teaching. Eat my pussy, Alex.

His gaze flickered between my face and my skirt. Are… are you sure? You want me to…?

"Lick me out. Yes,