It was a quarter to five on a Thursday afternoon, school was out for the day and finally the weekend was within my sights.  I was on my own in the empty classroom, marking a week’s worth of papers, the task was dull and my mind drifted to all sorts of devious thoughts as my hands ticked, graded and drew stars. 

My mind turned to my Master, and the things he’d do to me that evening, in the silence of the room I could hear my heartbeat accelerate, like a drum, I squirmed in my seat thinking about my beautifully shaved pussy, and the way my silk thong gripped on my clit and pried my ass cheeks apart.  Perhaps it was unprofessional, but Master’s orders were to be obeyed regardless of the social norms and petty rules.  My master’s rules were gospel.  My pussy twinged at the thought, and I could feel my juices soak the thin fabric, my thighs rubbed together as I shifted and I felt them slick with my juices.

Absentmindedly I reached under my skirt, pulling it up to my hips, leaving a little of the fabric under my ass – after all – it would never do to drip my juices all over the teacher’s chair.  The movement of my hips on the chair as I shimmied my skirt up higher only turned me on more, I spread my legs and feeling so unbelievably hot I snapped a picture and sent it to my Master, begging him to let me touch my aching pussy.

I waited eagerly for his reply, hoping he’d say yes, while my hips glided on the seat and my teeth bit into my lip – I tried to distract myself with work, but it wasn’t enough to keep my mind off my wet pussy all exposed, with my juices spread on my inner thighs, and the feelng of pure electricity flowing through me at the thought of his touch, grinding my pussy lips down on the hard wood I let out a moan which only turned me on more.  My cell vibrated and I pounced on it, opening my latest message.  With bated breath I read his words, giving me permission to cum, “oh Master,” I whispered into the empty room, “thank you,” I quickly texted back a reply, wishing that he was there to watch me, but he’d have me  to himself soon enough.

Pulling my thong to one side I slipped my fingers into my welcoming heat, my back arched with pleasure and I moaned softly, “oh fuck,” I whispered as I gently eased a finger into my waiting hole, needing to work as well as pleasure myself I grabbed a marker pen off the desk and shoved it up into my pussy, pumping it in and out a few times, before pushing it in as far as it would go and sitting on it, moving my hips in circles, feeling it move inside me.

Still craving, I pulled it all the way out, licked it, sucked my juices off, then rolled in between my pussy lips till it was nice and slippery, then I slipped it into my ass.

“mmmmm,” I moaned as I sat down on it slowly, feeling my ass clench around it.

I slowly moved my ass in little circles, leaving my pussy empty.  I continued my work with little moans of pleasure.  I pulled on my thong, pulling it in tighter between my ass cheeks, forcing the marker in deeper.  I promised myself that if I finished the whole pile of paper in front of me in less than ten minutes then I’d let go, open my legs and cum right there in the middle of the classroom, fuck I’d let myself quirt all over the teacher’s desk and to hell with it.  Who’s to say I couldn’t bend over the desk and fuck my ass with the marker that’s pushed all the way in?  I kept my mind busy with all the possibilities, as I steadily made progress.

Finally I was done, slowly I parted my thighs and pulled my thong to one side, dipping my fingers into my juices felt heavenly.  In a moment of uncontrolled lust I got up, slid my thong down and stepped out of them.  With one hand up behind me pumping the marker in and out of my ass, I lifted one high-heel up onto the chair, while my other hand was buried in my pussy. 

I wanted my Master to see what his little slut was doing, I wanted to feel his eyes on me, his desire for me lighting his eyes, I wanted to show him just how slutty I could be, bringing my fingers to my mouth and sucking on them before returning them back to my melting snatch. I wanted to beg for release, to plead for an orgasm, bending over the desk, rubbing my clit against the edge of the desk I snapped a picture of my ass still penetrated with the thick whiteboard marker.  My pussy was grinding against the desk, spreading juices everywhere, I hopped up on the desk, leant back, spread my legs and attacked my pussy, hard fast strokes drawing me closer and closer and closer to a mindblowing orgasm.  I could feel the heat building up, burning, I was so close, moaning uncontrollably, begging my non-existent master to let me cum, I could feel my juices leaking out onto the desk and I moaned even louder, just as I could feel my walls pulsing and my breath come in shallow gasps, back arching in ecstasy, lips parted in a silent scream I opened my eyes and saw 2 of my students standing in the doorway, grinning, call phones out. My body tensed, I hit my orgasm and squirted on the desk as I tried to collect myself, trying to pull my skirt down over my hips to cover my dripping pussy.

I was blushing with shame and not sure what to say, how could I explain this away? 

The young boy took the problem out of my hands, “you know, Miss,” he said not trying to conceal his erection, “I reackon you should clean that up,”

“with your tongue,” added the girl who up until that moment had her hand down in her panties, obviously fingering herself.

I looked at them, ,from one to another trying to figure out what to do, confused and afraid of what they’d seen.  “don’t worry, Miss, we won’t tell,” the boy said, “we just expect you to follow our orders,”

The girl nodded her agreement, “now lick your juices off the desk,”

Stunned into silence, I consented, leaning over the desk, ass high in the air, the marker showing through the tight material of my skirt, and I licked up my juices, the boy stepped up behind me and thrust the marker hard into my ass, I moaned in surprise, “fuck, but this is going to be fun,” he said to his friend, “he started to lift my skirt and I turned around quickly, “tsk tsk tsk,” he tutted, “Marie and I have pictures of what you were doing,”

“I shot a video,” marie said, the boy looked at her, “you’re a fucking genius,” he whispered, “I’d love to see that again,” turning back to me he explained how it was going to be, “unless you want those beautifully naughty pictures and video to reach the principle, I suggest you obey us,”

I hung my head, “shit,” I muttered.

“now turn around, bend over and finish cleaning up your mess,” he said.

I complied, shame burning my cheeks, as he reached for my hem, pulled it up over my ass, Marie was there taking pictures as he stroked my ass, and played with the marker, he didn’t seem to know what he was doing, but I wasn’t sure how to use that to my advantage.”

“she looks like she likes the taste of herself,” Marie said.

“do you?” he asked me.

I nodded.

“I want to taste,” he said

“me too,” Marie chimed in.

“oh fuck,” I muttered, not sure how to get myself out of this mess.

They looked at each other, “you first” the boy said, Marie giggled and kissed him on the lips, he reached between her legs and she moaned into his mouth, “go get a taste, baby,” he whispered to her, watching as she commanded me up onto the desk I’d just finished cleaning, odered me to raise my skirt and spread my legs, and she slowly bent into me, dragging her tongue from hole to clit, “so …?” her boyfriend demanded, “yummy,” she said with a giggle, “taste?” he kissed her, and I couldn’t help being turned on at the sight of them kissing with my juices being mixed with their joint saliva, “your turn, Vinnie,” she said with a giggle, and I gasped as he roughly sucked on me, “you need to suck her cum out of her,” he said to Marie who giggled, “kiss me again,” she said.

I stayed, spread open on the desk, heart thumping, cursing my lust that had put me in this compromising situation, I cringed as I thought of the explaining I’d have to do to my Master before the night was out. 

“Vinnie, we’re gonna miss the bus!” Marie said breaking apart from their cum-smeared kiss, “oh shit! This was just starting to be fun!” he muttered, hand still firmly between Marie’s legs, she sighed, “we’ll have to finish this up after the weekend,” she said.

Vincent came over to me, “looks like we’ve got to take off, and if you’d like to keep your job I suggest you stay behind after work next Sunday, Marie and I would love to play with you some more. 

I was dumbfounded, “if youre not here, I’ll go straight to the principle.  Are we clear?”

I nodded.

“good,” he kissed my lips, reached under my skirt and pinched, “till next week then!” he said with a sly smile, looping his arm around marie’s waist and leaving my classroom.

My knees buckled as I got down from the desk, I searched for my thong for ages before I realized that sneaky little boy had taken it.  Still wet, still horny, still needing my Master I packed up and left the premises, not knowing how I was going to explain it, hoping my punishment wouldn’t be too severe.

Perhaps he’d even be amused at the thought of two little school children gaining the upperhand over his slutty little sub.

Only time would tell.

It was almost midnight when he walked in through the front door. 

I’d walked into the apartment at around half past seven, stripped naked almost as soon as I’d walked through the door, on his orders I wasn’t allowed to wear clothes between those walls; a rule I was usually only too happy to obey.  I made sure that all the blinds and curtains were drawn beforehand, then I stripped and knelt in the middle of the room and waited, time stretched, it was cold and my knees screamed for reprieve.

My heartbeat hammered and fear coiled in my stomach; he’d be mad, raging mad once I told him about what had happened.  I tried to figure out the sequence of events, what had gone so drastically wrong, how I had allowed myself to be put in that situation.  My nerves shook, my body trembled as I thought of what would happen if they didn’t keep their word.  What if they showed the pictures to their friends? What is they somehow got found by a supervising adult? What if one of their parents found them?

I was sick with worry, my mind giving me nightmare concepts to think about. I chewed my lip and wrung my hands.

I heard the key in the lock, and instinctively hunched up, hands behind my back, head bowed low, chin tucked into my neck, and my hair covering my face.

“good evening, my pet,” he said warmly, coming closer to where I waited, I kept my head bowed, “good evening, Sir,” I whispered.  Sensing my fear he came even closer, and I shivered guilt above all else filled me, tears started to prickle my eyes and although I cursed them for showing my weakness, I let them flow and purge a small part of my misery.  Placing a finger under my chin he tilted my head back, and still I couldn’t bear to look him in the eye.  I bit my lip and tried not to sob, I’d dishonored my master, I’d compromised myself, and I’d landed in a horrible situation, punishment was going to be severe, but what hurt me most was that I was sure this would ruin our weekend, ruin his mood and anger him considerably.  Though I wished myself six feet under the ground at his feet, though I wished myself a thousand miles away where I couldn’t do any harm to anyone, though I hated the fact I’d disappointed the one person who’s happiness and satisfaction meant more to me than my own life, I looked up.

I think he saw the depth of my despair painted in the contours of my face and the deep dark pools of my eyes because he took a step back, his stance changing, his expression grim; “what have you done?” he asked. 

My body shook and I wrapped my arms around my middle that was feeling empty and afraid, cold and full of pain. My bottom lip trembled and I bit it, “forgive me, Sir,” I managed to choke, leaning forward to kiss his shoes, “I’m so, so, so, so, sorry.”

“I asked you a question,”

I trembled, not wanting to increase his anger, “I was seen,” I choked.

“surely that wouldn’t cause all this?”

“and they filmed and took pictures …” I managed to whisper, regaining some kind of control over my voice, not daring to look up, “and then … they …” I shook and hugged myself tighter, “then they what?” he demanded a bite of impatience in his voice, “they blackmailed me, Sir.”

“what was their price?”

“my obedience, Sir” I said not daring to look up.

* * * * * * *

“Look at me,” he commanded, hesitating only a second I slowly straightened my neck and raised my eyes, my tearful gaze meeting his, “you’ve disappointed me,” I nodded lowering my gaze in shame, “don’t look away,” trembling I looked back up, no punishment could have been worse than witnessing the look in his eyes, my soul was bare and being rubbed raw by the intensity of his gaze.

“Get on your hands and knees,” he eventually said, I obeyed, “now – crawl to my room.”  I obeyed, moving my right knee to my right wrist, just as I was about to move my left knee I felt the sting of the long-handled paddle, an involuntary gasp escaped my mouth, “silence!” he said quietly, I winced at the tone, flat and emotionless, “you’ve earned 50 spanks, for every sound you make you’ll get two extra.  Is that clear?”

“yes, Sir,” I whispered. 

“Good, now move! And I want you to count”

Left knee to left wrist, slap, grit teeth, focus “one,” I choked. Right hand and right knee in tandem slap, bite lip, don’t make a sound. “Two” Left hand and left knee, pay attention, a harder slap, brace yourself, tense the muscles, don’t make a sound. “three” Right hand, right knee, ass up high, meet the blow, slap, gasp, choke “four.”

Knowing the rules the next two, hard and right where it was starting to burn didn’t count, by the time I crawled into the bedroom, the count was ten, though the paddle had made contact with my aching behind over twenty times.

“as you are on all fours,” he ordered, “and spread your legs,” I complied, “little sluts like you should be punished,” he said as he felt my hot behind, I knelt in silence, “now, I want you to tell me exactly what happened, and don’t forget the count, understood?”

“yes Sir,”

“good,” he said as the eleventh slap came down hard on my sore behind.  I moaned out loud, “eleven,” I managed to say, trying to keep my voice steady, “the rule doesn’t apply, count in your head as I spank you, but mind you don’t mess up – you get an extra five for each miscalculation.”

“yes, Sir,” I whispered.

“now tell me, what happened?”

“I was working late, and I was thinking of what …” I stopped as a sob tore loose from my throat, my reward was an extra-hard slap, “… what was going to happen tonight,” I choked, slap, (13) I bit my lip and continued, “That’s when I asked your permission to …” slap (14) “to cum, Sir … once you gave me permission,” slap, “I pulled my thong to one side, and played with my pussy a bit,” slap “then I slipped a marker pen inside,” slap “when it was nice and wet, I pulled it out  and slipped it into my ass” slap, slap, slap (20) I moaned out loud, wriggling my ass, “I continued to work,” slap ”just keeping  it inside me, wriggling my ass to keep it in deep,” slap (22)”I stayed like that until I was done with all the paperwork,” slap, moan, wriggle “uhhhh, then I got up, slipped out of my thong and hopped up on the desk,” slap, slap,slap,slap,slap (28) even louder moans bordering on screams tore from my throat, “I spread my legs,” slap, slap, slap, slap, slap (33)in quick succession, I pushed my ass up higher, arching my back, “and I fucked myself, with the marker penetrating my ass,” slap,slap, (35), “while my other hand fingered my pussy,” slap, slap, slap,slap,slap (40),” I arched my back, keeping the marker forced all the way inside my ass,” I said in a low sultry moan of a whisper, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, (45) “uuuuuuhhhhhhh” I moaned in a long drawn out expression of the pleasure laced with pain that was overloading my senses, “and just as I was about to cum …” a pause, “I opened my eyes, and saw two of my students … watching me as I came, squirting on the desk … legs apart … exposed …” I choked as the final five slaps rained down on my stinging behind.  It felt like the flesh had been melted off, as if it were coming off my bones, it hurt and I realized I’d been crying with the pain, yet so deep was my anguish I’d hardly noticed my tears. 

“let go, baby,” he said as he stroked my sore behind, “I’m so sorry, Sir, I should have been more careful,” I whispered through my tears, “it’s ok, it happened and you’ve learned your lesson, haven’t you?”

“yes, Sir.”

“now, on your knees, look at me and  continue the story,”

I obeyed, wiping my wet cheeks, and tried not to tremble. 

“they stared at me, and I stared back.  I had no idea what to say, I struggled to cover myself up …”

“show me how they found you,”

I blushed and looked away, but knowing the penalty for disobeying an order I complied, easing onto my sore and tender butt, wincing a little at the pain,  I sat, spread my legs wide apart, and eased back onto my elbows.  This wasn’t the first time that he’d seen me naked, nor the first time he’d seen me this exposed, but I had never felt so scrutinized before, every inch of me was taken in, “they found me like this, Sir,” I managed to say, feeling my cheeks burn almost as intensely as my spanked bottom. 

“hmmmm, continue the story,”

I swallowed hard, and tried to remember what had happened next.  I had sorted it all out in my mind, but I hadn’t accounted for the position I was now in, it was uncomfortable.  “I tried to cover myself up, not knowing what to say, and the boy broke the silence,”

“what’s his name?”

“Vincent, Sir.”

“one of your students?”

“Yes, Sir.  Both of them are,” I said with fresh shame staining my already red cheeks. 

“Who was the other?”

“Marie,” I whispered.

“hmmm, tell me what happened next.”

“He looked at me and said ‘I reckon  you should clean that up,  Miss.’ Then the girl – who still had her hand down her pants suggested I clean it up with my tongue,”

“and did you?”

“yes, Sir.” I whispered, “and then they humiliated me, they said that they had pictures of me, and that beastly little girl had even shot a video, and they said that they’d show it to the principle unless I did as they said.”

“And what did they do to you?”

“I bent over the desk to lick up my juices,” I said in a strangled whisper, not knowing how he’d taken the whole story till then, and still fearful of his reaction, the marker was still in my ass, and it showed through my skirt …”

“what skirt were you wearing?”

“the one you like the most, Sir, the short black clingy one.”

“hmmmm,”  was all he said.

I continued my story wanting to get it over with and have it all out in the open, “he tried to raise my skirt, and I tried to stop him, but once again he threatened me with the pictures.  So I had to bend over while he exposed my ass and inspected the marker that was still stuck inside me.”

“is that all?”

“no, Sir … then the girl decided she wanted to taste me, and so did the boy.”

“and did you let them?”

“I had no choice, Sir.”

“hmmm, tell me what happened,”

“the girl licked me, and then shared my juices with her boyfriend, they made out for a while, then the boy tried to suck my cum out of me, and they made out again, feeling each other up.  Then they left – something about being late for the bus. They warned me that if I didn’t stay back on Sunday, and do exactly what they asked of me I’m as good as screwed. They left,  I cleaned up and came straight here.”

Relief at finally having it all out filled me, and yet shame was equal in measure, I couldn’t bear it.  “please let me kneel at your feet, Sir.” I begged

“no,”

Tears fell in earnest, “I’m so sorry, Sir, I couldn’t help it. no one was supposed to be on the premises,”

“Stand up over there in the corner,” he ordered, “hands behind your back, feet apart, and face the wall.”

I obeyed meekly, standing as he’d ordered.  He came up behind me, blindfolded me, tied my arms at the elbows and wrists, and placed a spreader bar between my ankles.  “bend over,” he ordered.   I obeyed.  “now don’t move,”

I felt something that felt huge being pushed up my butt hole, and I moaned.  “not a sound,” he said.  I nodded, he pulled it out and thrust it back in again, repeating it a few times.  then he pushed me down on all fours, and I felt him enter me from behind.  I couldn’t help but moan, he pulled my hair roughly, “every sound is worth 5 lashes of the whip,” he slapped my ass, and it stung, my hips bucked and I gasped, “that’s 5, baby,” he whispered as he slammed into me, “please, Sir,”

“please what?”

“punish me,” I whispered, body trembling, needing the sharp sting of pure pain that I knew I deserved. 

I felt his teeth at my neck, “you’ll take what I give, nothing more, nothing less.  Understood?”

I nodded, a small whimper escaping my lips, “that’s 10, and counting.”

He rode me hard and fast, I bit my lips and tried my best not to make a sound, but it was so hard not to, “don’t cum,” he warned me, my mind couldn’t comprehend the order, how could I stave off an orgasm when he was the one in control?

With a strong pull of my hair, my neck bending backwards, I felt as though I couldn’t breathe, I felt him approaching his orgasm, and I struggled to obey his order, tensing my muscles around him, creating even more friction, tightening myself around him, he withdrew and shot his load over my back and ass.  I was moaning and panting with my approaching orgasm, dripping my juices down my thighs.

“Stand up,” he ordered, struggling with the spreader bar, with my hands tied up, knees buckling under me, I felt wrung out, completely boneless. 

“stand straight,”

I tried to, sheer willpower keeping me up, “now, bend over.”

I felt my hands being pulled roughly backwards towards my backside, a rope tied around them, the end of which was passed between my ass cheeks, looped around the spreader bar, then pulled up, across my shoulders, pulling me into a tighter forward bend. 

“I’m going to bed.  When I wake up I want to see you exactly as you are now, understood?”

“yes Sir,” I whispered, feeling the strain already, wondering how I’d be able to keep the pose all night, knowing that I didn’t have a choice.

It was a long night; every muscle ached, trembled and shook.  I didn’t have a clue what time it was.  I tried not to think about the pain.  I deserved  punishment, I should suck it up – I should think about how lucky I was that he had decided to keep me with him for the night.  The least I could do was to hold the position he’d put me in.  Breathing in deeply, and out, my knees shook.  Tears started to fall, dripping straight from my eyes, a sob broke loose, and then became uncontrollable torrents, I gasped and tried not to make a sound, but the events of the past day had caught up with me, from the shock of being seen, by two students none-the-less made me feel exposed and vulnerable, the way they’d blackmailed me and humiliated me, stripped me of my authority and made me obey them, I felt sick to my stomach, yet I was a sub, it was what I was trained to do, I didn’t have it in me to negotiate or bargain, I wasn’t sure what anyone else would have done in my place, I didn’t have the capacity to think about it. 

** ** ** ** **

I was lost in my thoughts when I felt his hands on me, I held my breath and prayed that I hadn’t woken him with my pathetic weeping, “shhhh,” he whispered, drawing slow circles on my back, I stood as still as I could given my circumstances, “now, now my little pet, what’s made you sad? Surely not the punishment?”

“no, Sir,” I whispered with a sniffle, “I deserve every ounce of pain, it’s justified and well deserved punishment for your sub.”

“then why the tears?”

“I’ve disappointed you, Sir.  I broke my oath. “ my voice broke and my body trembled beneath his hands.  He tapped and then squeezed my sore butt, pulling the plug free, and I moaned.  “you’re my sub,” he reminded me, “all mine, I’m angry with you for now, and you know that you need to be disciplined.”

“yes Sir,” I whispered, wanting nothing but to wrap myself around him and please him in every way I could, yet holding my position, bent over double.  I felt the pressure around my ankles lessen as the straps were loosened and the bar taken away.  “kneel.”

I knelt, still facing the wall, “you’ve earned thirty lashes for not obeying me earlier,” he said, pinching my butt, “I’m sorry Sir,” I choked, “I want you to count them out for me.”

“yes, Sir.”

“if you behave during this last phase, I’ll let you get some sleep.  Understood?”

“yes, Sir.” I whispered, bracing myself for what was to come.

I heard the slither of the whip over the floor before the whistle, and then the hot flare of pain.  “the count,” he reminded me as the whip made contact with my back again. “one,” I gasped. 

By the end of the thirty it felt as though my back had been cut to shreds, my backside was raw and I was beside myself with the pain, yet I knelt, back straight, hands either side of my knees.  Tears flowed freely yet I didn’t let out a single sound.  I grit my teeth and took it. 

“I’m still very disappointed with you,” he said. 

“I know, Sir,” I whispered.

“I want you to leave now,”

Those words cut me down to my core, “please,” I choked, “don’t send me away,”

“I don’t like the thought of anyone or anything using my property,”

I just hung my head, I wanted to beg, to plead against judgement, yet I knew that what was said was final.  “I want you to crawl out of here, ass up high, get your things and leave.”

I did as I was told.  My imagination painted a picture of what my back looked like, I imagined welts, split flesh, blood dripping down.  It stung like the devil, my whole body ached, but the pain that welled up inside me was worse than the pain inflicted on my body. 

I crawled to where I had folded my clothes, “leave your underwear off,” he commanded from the doorway, I did as he said, pulling my skirt on, wincing as it chaffed against my raw behind.  “That includes your bra too.”

I pulled my shirt on, each muscle that moved tore at the cuts made by the whip.  “by the way – I don’t want you to go back to work on Sunday,”

A sob tore loose from my throat – that was the first comment he’d said that was related to what had actually happened.  “But – “

“But nothing, you’re mine – I call the shots, ad I am telling you not to go – is that clear?”

I nodded, hoping that he knew what the implications would be, trusting that he did. 

“good – now go.”

I put my shoes on, and left without a backwards look.  He knew my weaknesses and my fears; being turned out into the dark cold night was one of my biggest ones.  I trembled on the doorstep and heard the door close behind me. slowly I made my way home. 

I got no sleep, my mind tormented me and the pain was unbearable.  

I drafted text after text, scared to say something wrong, unsure of whether he’d want to hear from me, unsure of everything but the throb and burn of my back. Surely those marks if nothing showed his status as my Master? His right to use my body the way he wanted. 

I drifted into a troubled sleep, woken only an hour later by my cell, drowsily I blinked and read the words that were on the screen … “go to work on Sunday as usual.”

I didn’t fully understand, my mind jumping to all kinds of conclusions.  I closed my eyes to think and only succeeded in falling asleep again. 

** ** ** ** **

I didn’t hear anything from my master during the whole weekend, and I was far too disgraced to dare bridge the silence, though every second that I was separated from him was torment.  I felt very lost and small. 

The bruises on my bottom had blossomed, deep blues and mottled purples painted my skin, and the pain when I moved was a constant reminded or my indiscretion and also of his punishment.  I missed him, even in a towering rage that I had caused, I longed for him. The whip had left red welts and I couldn’t bear to have anything touch them, so I wandered around my apartment naked with just a light sarong wrapped around me, leaving my back exposed and knotted around my neck. I shunned the comfort of the couches and winged chairs and instead knelt on the hard ceramic floor.  Checking my phone for messages became a twitch I couldn’t control, only when I realized I had checked it seven times in a minute I figured that I should probably find something to occupy me lest I go crazy.

I spent most of my weekend repenting for my mistake, needing what I couldn’t ask for. My mind turned to his last order; to go to work as usual and do whatever was asked of me.  I wondered what had caused such a drastic shift, yet I had no choice but to obey him. During the whole time I was alone my body was craving him, I was wet, my skin was sensitive and I wanted nothing but to throw myself at his feet and beg, beg, beg, beg, beg for forgiveness. 

** ** ** ** ** ** **

Sunday morning I shivered, I still couldn’t bear to wear a bra on account of the welts that still decorated my back.  I hoped that I wouldn’t be reprimanded. My nipples showed through the sheer material of my blouse, “dammit,” I cursed at my reflection, my eyes were bloodshot and I looked a mess.  I stripped out of my shirt and put a bra on, it stung and throbbed, and ironically it was mirrored by a throbbing in between my legs.  I glanced at my reflection, my shaved pussy and the moisture that was already making the insides of my thighs wet.  I sighed and pulled the most boring pair of panties that I owned on, (which unfortunately still flattered me, white satin with lace along the insides of the thighs and waistband) smoothing them up snug against my sensitive lips, feeling the material mold them. I bit my lip and chided myself, I had no reason to feel horny, nor did I deserve it. 

I pulled a pair of black trousers on, zipped and buttoned them.  Then I put my shirt back on, and tucked it in.  Checking my reflection I looked cool, respectable, authorative.  Eye drops took care of the redness, and makeup smoothed my complexion into what it should have been.  I stood up straight, wincing at the multiple points of pressure against my wounds; my bra clasp, the waist band of my trousers, my panties against the bruises. I grabbed my bag at the door and slipped a pair of heels on.  Took a deep breath and steeled myself for the day ahead, nervous, trembling, and feeling all kinds of messed up.

** ** ** ** ** ** **

I walked into the classroom and sat at the desk preparing things for the rest of the day, the students filed in, and I didn’t look up.  I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks, and I bent my head down lower, “good morning Miss,” a voice whispered and a pinch on my backside.  I jumped at the contact, and barely stifled a gasp – those bruises were still tender.  “I’m so glad you made it.”

Some of the other students looked up, I forced a smile, “Vincent, you shouldn’t startle your teacher like that,” I said.  He smirked at me, “Sorry,” he said with mock compliance. He held his hand out for Marie to hold, and pulled her to their adjoining seats. 

I went back to what I was doing.  The teacher came in, and I took my place at the back of the class, coincidentally just beside where Vincent was sitting.  This wasn’t his usual place. 

“You look lovely today, Miss,” he whispered, eying my crotch, I blushed and ignored him.  “I can’t wait to get my hands on you,”

“You’re not supposed to talk in class!” I said trying to sound stern but unable to conceal the tremor in my voice. “try to stop me, Miss,” he whispered, I heard a small sound from next to him and glanced over, he had his hand between Marie’s legs while she tried to look innocently at the board, but the way she bit her lip and the unfocussed look in her eyes betrayed her.  A lump rose in my throat that I associated not with sadness but with need, and my legs were pressed together tight.  I shifted my focus back to the teacher and the board, paying attention, but Marie’s stifled moans were starting to get to me, “don’t you wish I’d do this to you,” he whispered.  I ignored him, feeling hot and uncomfortable, “Marie and I both want you, I can’t wait for when the class is empty and you are ours, the things we have planned for you …”

I realized that my nails were biting into my thighs through my trousers and I was wet, wetter than I should be, and my breathing was heavy.  “That’s quite enough talking,” I said my voice a husky whisper as I got up and walked to the front of the class.

All through the day I was teased in such a manner, I came to realize that Marie was like a toy that he used, a sort of voodoo doll that he used to demonstrate his power, and throughout the day each time he touched her – I felt it on me, it turned me on against my will, inside I was shivering and cold but my body was on fire.  A weekend of deprivation after such a sound beating had left me weak and craving human contact, flesh on flesh, but it wasn’t this that I wanted.  It wasn’t this teenager’s inexperienced hands that I wanted on me, I wanted my master and that thought left me empty inside. 

All too soon the day was up, and the students filed out.  I was alone and started to hope that perhaps they had gone home with the rest of their classmates.

I started to relax and felt my muscles ache – I must have been tense the whole time.  I loosened up and stretched.  My hands still shook though and my handwriting wasn’t as neat as it usually was. 

I scooped the books up off the desk and tiptoed up to put them on a shelf, while I was reaching up I felt someone behind me pressing up against me hard, roughly grabbing my breasts, “I’ve wanted to do this all day,” I heard a voice say.  “please,” I choked, feeling cornered and scared.  “get off me,”

He stepped away and I turned around, my arms crossing my chest protectively, my nails digging into the tops of my arms.

“This isn’t our agreement,” Vincent said, “remember those pictures, and the video?”

I nodded, “we don’t want them getting into the wrong hands now, do we?”

I shook my head. 

“Good, so you’ll do what I want you to do.  No complaining.”

I didn’t say anything.

“look,” he said, giving me his cell phone, I blushed as I recognized myself on the desk – one of the pictures he’d taken the previous Thursday.  “you’re such a slut,” he said, his breath catching over the word “slut”, “and I want you, I’ve wanted you since the start of term, and now you’re mine.  I’ve watched you, every move you make, every time you bend over I feel myself get hard …”

I didn’t know what to say, I just shivered and looked at the ground, wishing with all my heart that I was somewhere else.

“bend over,” he said.

I looked at him, seeing the way he was looking at me, I knew I didn’t have a choice.  I turned around giving him my back, and slowly bent over feeling my trousers stretch tight over my ass, then feeling his hands on it, squeezing and stroking, “take your trousers off, Miss,’ he said, putting sarcastic emphasis on “miss”. 

I cringed, “please don’t do this,” I whispered.

“I want to see.  Now show me!”

I trembled, and my fingers shook so badly I couldn’t unbutton my pants, it was bad enough bending over like that without fumbling my own buttons.  It was worse when I felt another pair of hands join mine.  Marie had squatted in front of me, and made quick work of the button and zip, and pulled them down so they pooled at my ankles. 

“good girl,” he praised her, grabbing her hand and pressing it against his crotch. 

“looks like someone was a bad girl,” he commented as he noticed the bruises, I winced as he traced them, applying pressure, he reached under the waistband of my panties and pulled them down over my ass, leaving them just below it.  I knew it was bad when I heard Marie’s sharp intake of breath.  “who did this to you?” he asked.  “I did,” I lied, not wanting to disclose personal information, it was half a lie, I had earned it. 

“Marie, get me that wooden ruler,”

“no,” I choked, the bruises were still fresh.

“oh yes,” he said with chilling glee.

“now, move over there, lean over the desk, and I want your hands kept behind your back, and don’t straighten up.”

I felt like crying as I shuffled, bent over, my trousers snagging under my feet, my panties chaffing between my legs and rubbing my pussy and my hands resting in the small of my back. I leant over the desk, breasts pushed up against my chest, my ass taught and waiting.  He wielded the ruler like a baseball bat, and brought it down with brutal force, I couldn’t help but scream.  My own master had never hit me that hard, especially not with my ass pulled that tight against the bone.  The sound echoed around the empty room, and I sobbed with the pain and humiliation.  He did it again and I screamed, squeezing my eyes shut.  After another three hard hits with the ruler I was almost passing out with the pain, Marie brought it to his attention and he stopped. Coming in closer behind me, I heard the clicking of a camera and footsteps.  “I want to fuck you so bad,” he said leaning over me, I felt fingers probe my pussy, “spread your legs, bitch,” he said I couldn’t make myself move, and then I felt hands pull my legs apart. At my ankles, as far as my trousers would let them, my panties were pulled the rest of the way down and I felt someone push their fingers into me. 

By then I was pretty much out of it, I felt things being pushed into me, I had no idea what it was, I felt hands stroke and pinch and scratch my skin, I heard a sound that sounded like paper tearing, then I felt it – the cold blades of scissors against my skin – they were cutting my shirt open down the back.  I felt them cut my bra straps and the clasp. 

“I love the stripes,” I heard a voice say, “wish I had some alcohol – that would make you sing for me,” he said pressing his fingers against one of the welts.  My eyes snapped open and I gasped. 

Marie was crouching in front of me, eye to eye with me, she smiled, “she’s awake again,” she said still looking me dead in the eye, “I don’t like this game much, Vinnie,” she whispered, “we didn’t have to hurt her.”

“Baby, she’s just a slut.” he said, coming round in front of me and giving her a squeeze, I could see that he was hard, especially when Marie let her hands wander and feel him, he groaned and kissed her, “tell me what we should do,” he whispered.

Marie licked her lips and I saw her mind working, “I think she’s had enough pain, now we should play,”

“mmmm, go ahead baby,”

She circled me a few times, dragging her fingers lazily across my back, ass, thighs, dipping them curiously between my butt cheeks, pressing against the little hole, she knelt behind me and licked up my thighs, from the backs of my knees up to my ass, poking her tongue tentatively between my pussy lips, “she’s so wet,” I heard her tell Vincent. “I want you to get up on the desk,” she said.  I couldn’t make myself respond until Vincent came up and slapped me hard across the face, “did you hear her slut? She said move your ass up on the desk.”

My eyes focused and I slowly straightened up, my shirt fell on the floor in tatters, my bra followed it.  A small part of my mind wondered how I’d get home with no clothes to cover myself with.  They cleared the desk and forced me back against it.  Marie pulled my trousers and panties off and threw them on the floor before stepping all over them which made Vincent chuckle. “spread your legs for me, Miss,” she said putting pressure on my inner thighs and guiding them open, the use of my title made me blush even worse, reminding me of who I was and who they were and what they were doing and what I was technically letting them do. 

“Biology 101,” Vincent said coming up behind Marie, “I looked this up online and wanted to see if it was the same as the drawings,” he stepped between my legs, “pussy lips,” he said pointing, touching and pinching, “spread them,” he whispered tenderly to Marie almost as if he were instructing her to open a gift.  I felt the cold air hit the warmth of my wet pussy, “the diagram didn’t have all that,” he said with amusement, roughly dragging his fingers through my juices, “taste,” he told Marie holding his fingers in front of her mouth for her to taste, “suck baby,” he commanded.  She moaned as she sucked, still holding me open, “look,” he said, “she’s getting wetter – I think she likes watching us,”

“mmmm, Vinnie,” she moaned, “shhh. Haven’t finished our lesson yet … are you wet baby?”

“yes,” she whispered blushing, “see, I told you this would work honey,” he said.

“now, this,” he said putting a finger in me, “is her hole, it’s really wet baby, you should feel it,” he pulled his finger out of me and guided two of hers in. “do you think yours will be as wet as hers?” he whispered.

She blushed, “I don’t know,”

“I wanna find out,” he said, “keep your fingers in her, baby, and move them in and out, feel how she grips them, how wet she is … I want you to be that wet for me.”

She breathed heavy, just as heavy as I was, he slowly lifted her skirt and I could tell that he’d touched her by the way her eyes widened and a moan escaped her lips. “that’s it baby, feel me.” he said, “oh Vinnie,” she moaned, leaving her fingers buried all the way inside me, I could feel my juices seeping out and my muscles squeezing her little fingers. She moved her hips instinctively back against him, forcing his fingers deeper inside her, which meant that she also drew her fingers out of me a bit.  I was starting to come back to my senses, but I still had no idea how this was going to turn out. 

I’d started to join the dots; so this was Vincent’s idea of how to get his girlfriend wet? As fucked up as the situation was I couldn’t help but smirk at that thought.  I was a teaching aid.  The irony didn’t escape me. My mind tried to find me a way out, a way to escape this and make sure it didn’t happen again. 

“Taste her,” Vincent whispered in Marie’s ear, and she obeyed, dipping her head between my legs. I moaned as her tongue swirled around my clit, sucking on it, lapping up my juices with hungry slurping sounds, she moaned as Vincent slowly pushed his finger deeper into her, “I need to fuck, baby,” he moaned in her ear, she moaned in reply, “let me taste,” she turned around and opened her mouth, showing him my cum that she’d lapped up, he pulled her in and sucked It out of her mouth, I could see his tongue darting into her mouth, his fingers were still inside her. “I want you up on the desk, baby – I wanna make you cum for me,”

She got onto a student’s desk and spread her legs, short skirt riding up her thighs.  I was left – a forgotten toy on the teacher’s desk.  I couldn’t believe how they could just completely change the game and leave me like that, humiliation burned my cheeks a deeper shade of red.

He stood between her legs, and pushed two fingers inside her; she moaned and threw her head back.  “feel good baby?” he asked as he pumped his fingers in and out, I could hear the sound of his juice-covered fingers squishing into her, I could see her pleasure-soaked body responding to him, she was moaning and whimpering “oh Vinnie, feels … so … uhhhhh … good,” she murmured, “I want you to cum for me now baby, right now, in front of our slutty teacher, look at her there, watching us, she wants to be you, baby, she’s jealous of you, of what you’re feeling.  Cum for me,” as he said that last sentence he thrust his fingers all the way in and attacked her clit with his thumb, “that’s it,” he said as she started to sing, “that’s it baby, cum for me,” her body trembled and her moans subsided into little pleasurable whimpers, she wound her arms around him and kissed him deeply, “thank you,” she whispered between kisses.

“My pleasure, baby,” he said smoothing her hair back away from her face, and kissing her, “now, back to business.  I wanna fuck that dirty little whore that’s still on the desk … see how she’s waiting for me?”

“mmhmmm,” she mumbled still leaning against him, legs spread wide. “good, now lick your juices off my fingers like a good little girl, and get her off the desk and ready for me,”

She took his fingers daintily into her mouth licked and sucked them thoroughly, and then she kissed him again, “go,” he said letting her up and tapping her ass.

She walked over, still in a post-orgasm glow, “let’s get you ready for Vinnie,” she said almost in a singsong voice, “bend over the desk, no wait – stand up,” I did as she asked, she slowly came up to me and licked my nipple, then she nibbled on it before sucking hard, I moaned out loud. 

“I thought there was supposed to be milk,” she winged, pouting, Vincent came up and chuckled, “no honey, there’s not.” He kissed her, then turning to me he said, “get on your knees and suck me off.”

I shivered, but did as he said, unzipping his slacks and freeing his cock. It was smaller than I was used to, yet erect and leaking precum. I licked the tip and watched a shiver go through him, then I slowly sucked, wrapping my mouth around him, usually I loved nothing better than being down on my knees and teasing my master, but with this turn of events I’d never felt less inclined to give pleasure; this more than anything felt like a betrayal of every oath I had taken.

I tried not to think about what I was doing and let my reflexes take over, I sucked and licked and took him as far into my throat as I could until he pulled out of my mouth and ordered me up against the desk again, this time he wanted to feel what it would be like to be inside me.

I cringed, and thought about asking, pleading, begging him not to and just as I could feel his cock touch my hole the door crashed open.

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I closed my eyes tight and wished and hoped that it was just a nightmare, “get away from her!” a familiar voice said, there was total silence, footsteps came closer, I flinched when someone touched me, hating this added humiliation tears of shame started to fall. Sobs shook my little frame and I wished and hoped for an end to my misery.  Gentle fingers found my chin and tilted my head up, “open your eyes,” the voice said.

I obeyed, and found myself eye to eye with my master, I blinked, surprise filling my face, a bittersweet mixture of the longing I’d been filled with over the past two days, shame, and the horror of being found like that.  I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to tuck my head into my shoulder. I heard my name being called, and hands gently avoiding all my bruises and welts, pulling me up straight. 

Then a warm jacket was wrapped around my shoulders falling to mid-thigh.  Only then did I open my eyes and pull the jacket closer and tighter around me as I shivered.

“are you alright?” he asked me, I nodded, wanting nothing but to be held, yet fearful that he’d not want to touch me. I stood, trembling, disoriented and feeling physically sick.  “sit down,” he said kindly, so I sank to my knees at his feet, still pulling the jacket so tight around me that it threatened to split at the seams.  He ruffled my hair absentmindedly and then turned to the two teenagers who had the grace to look very ashamed.

“first of all, I had cameras installed in here last night,” he said, “there, there and there,” he pointed them out, and I was surprised that no one had noticed them during the day.

I leant my head against his thigh, and closed my eyes, regardless of how angry he was going to be with me I was safe at last; he’d take care of me.

I listened to bits of their conversation, and my mind floated along different paths, “…and I’m especially angry at how you have treated your teacher,” I heard, at this I woke up out of my stupor, blushed and hung my head, “you have no right to treat another human being that way, especially not a person of higher authority.”

I giggled, and choked it back, what was wrong with me? I felt his hand pull my hair lightly and I relaxed, nuzzling the side of my head against his leg.   I didn’t care if it looked odd to them, I didn’t care what they’d think, I was my master’s pet, his property, and while usually we kept a professional distance between us when we were out in company, I needed the reassuring warmth that being close to him gave me, God how I needed him.

“Now, hand over your phones,” he said. They obeyed. He pocketed them, and gave them a look as if to dare them to object, neither said a word. They hung their heads and blushed. “I’m afraid that I am going to have to expel you both after this incident,”  he said clearly relishing the control he had over their lives.  “I can’t have you two loose and in the same room as my pretty little pet here, so you’ll have to go.”

I sighed with relief, though after today I knew that I couldn’t possibly return, all I wanted was to curl up in a small warm place and never move again.

“I’ll expect you to come to my office first thing in the morning to accept your expulsion forms, then I shall call your parents to inform them of my decision.  Is that clear?”’

“yes, Sir,” they muttered in unison.

“you’re damned lucky that I’m only taking it this far,”

They just nodded.

“now, I want you to stay here and clean up. Then I want you back at your desks, and write a thousand lines each, “I shall not torment submissive assistants, or risk the anger of their masters.” Is that clear?”

They nodded again.

“good.” Then turning to me he said, “come, my pet, let’s get you warmed up,” he helped me to my feet and then picked me up as though I weighed nothing, I snuggled against his chest and listened to his heartbeat, my eyes still tightly closed, he spoke to me but all I heard were the muffled sounds his words made, rumbling in his chest.  I murmured and tried to curl up closer.

We got to the director’s office and he sat down in the huge chair that was behind the desk with me still curled up on his lap.  I opened my eyes and looked around, panicking, “we shouldn’t be in here, Master,” I whispered.

“why not?” he asked, amusement in his voice.

“It’s so inappropriate,”

“I’ll tell you what’s inappropriate; letting two little teenagers half your age dominate you.  Letting them humiliate you like that, letting them do what they did – that is inappropriate. And what’s worse is that you are mine.  Mine and yet you let those little scumbags crawl all over you.”

I tried not to cry but his words cut me deeper than the whip had done, and it stung worse than anything I’d had to endure.  “I didn’t have a choice, and we really shouldn’t be in here – what is we’re seen?”

“no one is here, besides – I’m the co-founder, and this is my office when I’m around. I thought you’d be safe here, and that I could keep an eye on you if you needed me.”

“Please, Sir, I don’t want to stay here anymore.  Can we please go home?” I whispered, still trying to understand the grand scheme of everything, it was too big for me to think about. 

I felt his arms tighten around me, “someday, baby, I’ll fuck you on this desk, and I’ll film it – but it’ll be just for us, with no pesky little kids running around taking advantage of you.”

I just wrapped my arms around his neck tight, the jacket slipping and revealing my nakedness, “thank you, master,” I whispered, planting a small kiss on his cheek, his hands traced my body, my breasts, my stomach, and down, I parted my legs slightly and he stroked me, “I love it when you’re wet,” he murmured, I moaned and enjoyed the feel of his hands on me, “show me the damage” he said, reluctantly I got up, and gave him my back, I heard the wheels on the chair roll against the wood floors and his intake of breath as he surveyed his own handiwork, “poor baby,” he said lightly stroking over the bruises, “did they hurt much?”

“no Sir,” I whispered.

He pinched my ass and I gasped, my body flinched, “I’m sorry Sir,” i said, drawing my arms across my chest again. “I know you are, pet,” he said coming to stand behind me, “I think I should keep you at home from now on, I don’t trust people to be around you.  You are far too sweet, too naïve and too horny for your own good.”

I smiled, “yes, Sir,” I whispered as his fingers traced my body again.  “now, let’s go collect your things and go home, there’s a thousand things I want you use your body for tonight, and I can’t wait to get you into bed.”

My body tingled with anticipation, and my heart skipped, I could handle the pain, the humiliation of what those two brats that devil had spawned had inflicted on me, I could handle everything as long as my Master was still my keeper. Nothing else mattered.

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