Adulmecă-mi gazul până când treci de ora mea

My student, Kitten, has been getting really bad grades all semester. I think he must be distracted or something. I call him into my office after class to have a talk about what we can do to get him back on track. I tell him that my plan is to lock him in chastity for the rest of the semester to improve focus. That's not all, though. Kitten will have to meet me after class for the rest of the semester to sniff up all my farts. If he does that, at the very least I won't fail him. Sniffing my farts is both punishment and training for Kitten. He is always sitting at the front of class, hoping to catch a whiff of my air. He thinks I don't notice, but I do. These meetings in combination with strict chastity will ensure that Kitten's focus in my class improves and his grades, hopefully, as well. On the other hand, if he fails to show up to our fart sniffing sessions, I'll tell his parents and everyone in college will know that he is a fart sniffing loser, and his future will be ruined.