A Professor's Secret Double Life...

I’m a professor in my 50s, with silver hair and glasses. But that’s not all I am. There are these secret moments when I’m someone else, a little boy or his doting father. It started two years ago, on an unusually warm spring day at the university park. My colleague Lisa approached me then, her eyes twinkling in a way they never had before. She’d noticed my interest in age-play and wanted to give it a try with me... but as something more serious than just play. She proposed we explore a dynamic where she acted as my mother figure while I stepped into the role of her little son. It seemed like an impossible fantasy, but the thought excited me deeply. We agreed on the rules: respect, trust, and absolute consent at every step. Over time, our roles became more defined, we practiced in private rooms within the university, where no one would know. But the real test came when Lisa suggested we expand this dynamic to include discipline... I found myself craving it, wanting her to keep me on track and make sure I behaved properly like a little boy should. Those moments were intense, she’d scold me gently yet firmly, sometimes even spank my bottom if I failed to meet her expectations. And despite how unusual that sounds, every time she did this, it brought us closer together. Now I’m left wondering: was all of this healthy? Was our consent really enough to justify these actions? Am I the asshole here for seeking and enjoying such an extreme form of intimacy with a professional peer? I can’t help but ask you all... what do you think? How would you feel if someone close to you engaged in something like this?