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 Marking Miss Stark

   The Dean's luscious blonde secretary had to be marked.  Professor Enfer
was dying to see her naked again and to put his `E' somewhere on her
wonderful skin.  The wonderful thing was, it was easy to get to her.  He
had managed to get a few visits with the Dean but Miss Stark had always
shrewdly managed to have other faculty present and waiting in the outer
office each time.  She remembered the humiliation of being stripped naked
by this fiend and she wasn't about to go through with it again.

   So the Professor did the only thing.  It was juvenile perhaps, but
effective.  He staked out the Dean's office.  He only had so long during
any given day, but sooner or later, she was going to be his.  It only took
a few days of diligent watching before he had his chance.  The Dean was out
and would be out all day.  No one was in the office, and that made it a
playground for the perverted Professor.

   He tried to open the door but found it locked.  It seemed that Miss
Stark was more paranoid that he had realized.  It didn't pose a problem for
the Professor.  Even though he had yet to begin, the promise of impending
nudity already had his power working.  His skill with it was enough that
even before he got sight of the lovely woman, he was able to unlock the
door mentally and stride right in, locking it again behind him of course.

   "Professor Enfer!" Miss Stark said with dread and shock.  "Dean Bombast
isn't in right now."

   "Oh, I know that dear.  He's golfing with alumni and that means we've
got quite a bit of time alone."

   "No."

   "Oh yes," he said.  In that moment the beautiful secretary's desire to
run was completely thwarted.

   "Not again," she said.  "HELP!  HELP!  Someone!  Anyone!"

   "Scream all you like.  Sound can't escape this room."

   Miss Stark turned around and clutched the edge of her desk, looking like
a cornered animal.  "Please don't do this.  You don't know how humiliating
this is!"

   He smiled.  Her embarrassment was of course the spice that heightened
the taste of her nudity.  "Where shall we start?  Are you wearing a garter
belt this time?"

   She turned to the side and stared down at herself as her skirt lifted to
reveal that her sexy stockings were in fact held up by shiny green garters.
She looked from her underwear to the Professor who was smiling wide.  She
moaned, "OoOooOh!  Stop!" But of course he didn't.  She turned again, back
to him and bent forward a bit, her arms supporting her on her desk.  With a
quick motion, her skirt flew up in back.

   "A thong.  Very nice.  You have a gorgeous ass."

   The Professor stared at her wonderful buns while she glared back at him.
"You stop that!  Stop it!  You can't do this to me!"

   "I've already done it once.  It's no problem to do it again." With
another little gesture, he parted her from her skirt.  She watched
helplessly as it hovered in the air, being torn to little pieces by the
Professor's power.

   "Please!  Stop!  I don't want you to see me like this!"

   She turned and the Professor stared at the front of those lovely thong
panties.  This woman had great taste in underwear.  "Does the bra match?"
Her blouse was torn from her instantly.  "It does!"

   "Oh!  Oh!  OH!" She glared at him fiercely, but was unable to move. 
Then she whined, "Why are you doing this to me?"

   "I can assure you that every man that sees you wants to do this to you."
She looked marvelous in her lingerie with her serious but fetching
secretary's hairdo and glasses.

   "Take your bra off," he demanded.

   "NO!" She held onto her desk and tried valiantly but futilely to break
free of his magical hold.

   He loved watching her thrash about in place like that.  "Take your bra
off or you will get a spanking."

   "NO!  No no no no no!  You can't make me!"

   "I can actually, but I think I like the idea of you stripping without
being puppeted.  Take it off." She refused and he demanded a few times. 
Then, looking stern but feeling exhilerated, the Professor told her,
"You'll be spanked until you agree to take your bra off." She turned and
bent over the desk.  She looked back at him, already whimpering a bit.  A
filing cabinet opened and several folders floated out and over to her. 
They swung back and then swatted her beautiful buns with a great SMACK!

   "Ow!  Don't!  You can't do this!" Swat, smack, spank.  With a slow
rhythm, the thick stack of folders continued to sting her buns, turning
them a lovely shade of soft pink.

   The Professor had them stop momentarily.  "Are you going to take that
bra off?"

   "NO!" Spank!  "OW!" Smak, swat, swat.  Tears of rage rolled down her
face as she gritted her teeth.  The spanking wasn't severe, but it did hurt
more and more with each spank.  Worse than that was the embarrassment of
it. She was a grown woman, formidable and respected even in the role of
secretary, but she was being spanked while this leering pervert watched and
smiled.

   "Ready to take it off?  I can do this all day."

   "Please!  Please don't make me do this!  If you want it off, then just
make it come off!" The folder swatted her a few more times before she
finally gave in.  "OKAY!  ALL RIGHT!  Just stop it!" The folder moved away
and she was allowed to stand and turn toward him.  The folder hovered
nearby menacingly though.  She eyed it with worry, considered refusing,
then realized that if she did, that it would only continue for who knew how
long.  Hours?  Could he do that?  He'd love every minute and get what he
wanted one way or the other anyway.

   She swallowed hard and shut her eyes as she reached back to the clasp of
her bra.  She shuddered and faltered.  The Professor warned her
impatiently, "I'm waiting!" With a quick, skillful motion, she had it
undone and she started sliding it off.  She wanted more than anything to
keep her eyes shut, but she couldn't bring herself to.  With nervous eyes,
wide with embarrassment, she looked at him as he looked at her.  She doffed
her bra and her lovely, lovely pink nippled tits were bared.

   "Perfect," he said, with sincere admiration.  Her breasts were
wonderfully shaped.  Not small, but not quite medium sized either.  They
had a firmness that allowed a perfect shape on that gorgeous, lithe,
classical body.  Those nipples were placed perfectly, not high or low,
almost directly centered, pointing straight ahead, straight at the lustful
Professor.  She couldn't help putting her hands across her bosom.  Of
course the Professor wouldn't allow that.  "Oh no you don't." His power
forced her arms away so that he could enjoy the sight of those amazing
breasts.

   Miss Stark noticed his eyes move down her body to her panties.  "No! 
Don't!  Just my boobs!  Please don't strip me naked!"

   With a quick wave of his hand, the Professor made her garter belt and
stockings fling off of her body.  Miss Stark couldn't even speak any more.
The anticipation of losing that last little bit of dignity was too much. 
She almost hoped that he would get it over with.  Her panties started to
slide down and she gave a wavering whimper.  They stopped.  She quickly
pulled them back up.  They slid back down just a bit and stopped.  She
pulled them back up.  A third time they rolled down, just far enough for a
whisper of black bush to show.  Again she pulled them back up.  Her lower
lip quivered in protest.  He told her, "You might want to put a hand in
front."

   "What?" But she knew what he meant.  Her hands both pressed desperately
over the front of her panties.  Then they were gone, snapped off so fast
that she barely felt it.  She was stark naked in front of him with only her
hands protecting her beaver.  After a few seconds of that, she felt the
magic force pulling at her hands.  The Professor could have pushed them
away easily, but he wanted to enjoy her panic as she fought to stay
covered. Her hands moved just a little as she struggled to keep them over
bush.  "Stop it!  Stop!" But her hands were pushed just about half an inch
away.  Then she forced them back into place.  The funny little tug of war
continued for a bit as the Professor grinned and Miss Stark shouted and
shook.  Finally, the Professor decided it was time to win, and her hands
were moved away, giving him a great view of her dark, neatly bordered bush.

   "Mmmm." He looked her over and simply commented, "Tits and pussy."

   He let her arms go, but he also made certain that she could cover one or
the other, not both.  Her arms clutched across her chest, but when his eyes
moved downward, she thrust her hands back over her muff again.  The
Professor laughed at the lovely sight of her embarrassed pose.  "Well,
there's only three more things to do I suppose."

   "Three?"

   "First, I'll do what I have to do.  See, I've gotten in the habit of
marking every lovely lady I embarrass.  The first time we did this, I
hadn't yet started that, so I'll make up for it now." he pulled his ink
bottle out and the stopper came out on it's own.  A blot of that ink flowed
out and found a spot on her lovely belly to form an `E' for Enfer.  "It
doesn't wash off," he told her happily.  "For a few weeks, or quite
probably longer, you'll have this reminder of our time together."

   She tried not to fume as she looked down at the unwashable brand of
shame.  "What's the second thing?"

   "Well, I think it's unfair that I should be the only one to appreciate
your beauty."

   "What do you mean?" her eyes shot open wide behind her glasses.

   A window opened and Professor Enfer instructed her, "Lets see if there's
anyone out there.  If so, you're going to do a little showing off."

   She struggled against this, but the magic compelled her to move and to
stay quiet.  There were three different young men walking outside.  The
Professor wondered if that was a happy coincidence or if his magic somehow
supplied the opportunity.  With little more than a gesture, he made the
window open.  Miss Stark was horrified as she leaned out, apparently
willingly and even with a smile on her face.  She wanted to say no, but
what she did instead was to shout, "Hey boys!  Take a look at these!"

   She was pointing to her own tits when three surprised pairs of eyes saw
her.  "What?" "Wow!" "Is that Miss Stark?"

   She leaned forward a bit more and shook her tits with an expertise that
she wouldn't ordinarily have had.  The three young men were more than
happy. "It is her!" "What the hell is she doing?" "Let me get my camera!"

   This last comment brought the show to an end.  The Professor's magic
should prevent any camera from working, but he didn't want to take the
chance.  A picture taken during one of his strippings would diminish the
power greatly.  He had Miss Stark pop back in, then the window shut and all
the shades were dropped all at once.  The barrier to sound returned so that
he was able to enjoy the first words she moaned.  "Can we stop now? 
Please?"

   "Almost.  There was one last thing.  Remember?"

   "What?"

   The remains of her clothes hovered in front of her and they burst to
little fragments.  All of them, that is, except for one stocking.  That
stocking slithered through the air to get behind her where her arms were
being moved.  That stocking was used to tie her arms securely behind her
back.  "Wait!  What are you doing?"

   "Come with me please." He beckoned with one finger and she followed
under his magical influence outside into the hall.  He shut the door behind
them.  "Now, I have this locked and stuck real good besides.  So you can't
get back in."

   "No." She was horrified.

   "You're wondering if I would really leave you naked, arms tied back,
without shelter.  Of course I would!  Have fun." He sauntered off happily
as Miss Stark bounced in panic and looked around for some way to protect
herself.