Back in Class Again?

I suppose there's an upside to being a professor for over two decades, you've seen every trope and heard every story. Yet here I am, playing the part of both teacher and student all over again, albeit in a far more...intimate setting than my classroom. One evening, after hours, as we delved into our playacting, I found myself reverting to an 18-year-old mindset for no apparent reason, or maybe it was just because he said the magic words. It felt like stepping back into dorm room debates over literature and existential crises, but then again, without any essays due and certainly more carnal concerns at hand. Funny thing is, while I'm usually the one imparting knowledge and doling out the occasional grade reduction for tardiness, this role-play somehow made me feel as though it was all up to him, to discipline me and keep me on track. It's not like I'd let any actual student get away with such behavior in real life, but when I'm in little-space... well, let's just say I'm more than willing to admit my faults or be chastised however he sees fit. So, there you have it, another layer of complexity added to the already labyrinthine world of adult kinks and role-play. If only Plato had known about this side of academia.