My Secret BDSM Fantasy Comes True with My Professor

I've been obsessed with the idea of being a student under a professor's authority, but in a way that goes beyond regular classroom dynamics. It started innocently enough, I admired my grad school professor, Dr. Liang, for his brilliant mind and kind demeanor, but over time, it evolved into something much darker and more intense. He's in his forties, tall with dark hair, and always wears these old-fashioned glasses that make him seem both authoritative and approachable at the same time. We started off as regular teaching assistant and professor, I helped grade papers and organize seminars. But one day, after a particularly grueling session on post-structuralist philosophy, Dr. Liang asked me to stay behind to discuss my progress in the program. It was just us in his office, and as we talked about my research interests, something clicked inside of me. I felt like I was being interviewed for an important position, but also like a child waiting for their punishment after doing something naughty. That night, after much internal debate, I messaged Dr. Liang on a private channel. To my surprise, he responded eagerly and invited me to his place under the guise of more academic discussion. When we arrived, I felt both scared and excited. The conversation turned quickly into a game where he had total control over our exchange, asking questions with an intensity that made me feel like I was being judged but also desired. As things progressed, it became clear Dr. Liang wasn't just playing along; this was his real turn-on too. We explored a range of BDSM dynamics: spanking and caning, blindfolding, and verbal humiliation, all while talking about academic theories that somehow seemed more meaningful in this context. It's intense, it's sexy, but also deeply uncomfortable at times. Physically, the experience is incredibly vivid and detailed. I’ve been through sessions where Dr. Liang spanked me with a paddle until my skin was red, and then held me close as we discussed Kant’s ethics, the juxtaposition of pain and philosophical inquiry pushing my mind and body to places I never thought possible. Now, several months later, these encounters continue in secret but they’re becoming less about exploration and more habitual. The power dynamic is deeply erotic yet unsettling, reminding me daily that this isn’t a typical student-professor relationship by any means. I need to figure out if what we have is sustainable beyond the allure of taboo. Is there a way to enjoy these dynamics without jeopardizing my academic career? Or should I end it all together before something goes wrong?