Class Pet: Femdom Erotica Page 2

"I'm sure you don't. And that's why I'm going to have to train you. Let's start with a little spanking." As she spoke those words, Julia made sure she was in front of him so that she could look down into his eyes and savor his expression.

  First shock. Then disbelief.

  He started to stutter and stammer, but Julia cut him off again. "Unless you want me to go tell the president of the school exactly what you've been doing, you're going to stand up, you're going to drop your trousers, and then you're going to bend forward, right across this nice desk of yours."

  Eyes wide, he couldn't believe her. He kept staring into her beautiful face, searching for some sign that she was joking. Could this be some kind of prank? A game?

  No.

  The longer he peered into her features, the more certain Mason became that this girl was something special, something he had never encountered before.

  "Now," she commanded, and the authority of her voice prompted him to move.

  Mason got up onto his feet, and he took a step forward. She touched the back of his neck and pushed him down, bending him over his own desk. "Stay,” she commanded, talking down to him like he was just some kind of dog.

  And yet it worked. Mason didn't move while she circled around his desk, going through his drawers, checking out the different containers of pencils and pens. She did this until she found exactly what she wanted.

  Mason kept a ruler for those moments when he needed to check on the margins of student papers. Now, that strip of composite wood had a very different purpose.

  "Look, Julia, can't we just talk about this? There has to be something else you're interested in. I can pay you!"

  She giggled at his offer, making him sound silly for even making the suggestion. "Mason, do you know what I really want?"

  "What? What do you really want?" This time he didn't hesitate at all.

  She came back around, she ran her fingers through his soft hair, and then she took a solid grip on his scalp. Yanking his head back, she looked into his eyes again, and she savored the the fear simmering around his irises. "Mason, I want to take you and train you. I've always wanted my own personal slave, so I think that's what you're going to be from now on. Yes, this is going to be so much fun. I'm going to train you, I'm going to control you, and I'm going to teach you so many important lessons."

  "You can't do this," he insisted.

  She replied with just two words, "Watch me.”

  No, no, no, this couldn’t be happening, Mason's panicked brain told him.

  She had commanded him to take off his pants, but he his nerves bested him, and he forgot. This time, Julia didn’t mind helping him out. She loosened his pants and dropped them down around his ankles.

  But then she sauntered out of his line of sight, and he held onto his desk, gripping it for support. She touched the ruler to his ass, stroking the firm curves of his buttocks. "You really are in very good shape," she said, shaking her head. "That reminds me, do you have a girlfriend?"

  "I don't," he said, telling her the truth.

  "I didn't think so. I don't imagine there are many girls out there who would tolerate your arrogance and condescension."

  Mason parted his lips, ready to defend himself, but she swatted them down, connecting hard. His boxers absorbed much of the force, yet he still felt the sting of pain. Worse, embarrassment flashed through his body because she was his student! She was smaller than him!

  Julia never should've been able to do this, yet he found himself in that position, on display for her amusement.

  "You hesitated before. I asked you if you understood, and you took your sweet time giving an answer, so you need to be punished. How many times should I spank you?"

  Mason paused again, unable to process what she was saying. When he walked into work this morning, he never anticipated that beautiful girl would be able to seize control like this. On many occasions, he had fantasized about girls like Julia, only he never imagined one of them would be able to do this to him.

  She smacked his ass hard, swinging the ruler with more force than a girl like her should have been able to summon.

  "I, I don't know. Ten times?"

  "Let's start with twenty,” she decided. "And when I'm done, I want you to tell me exactly what lesson you've learned."

  She was talking down to him, but he didn't get much time to worry about it. She spanked his ass, striking repeatedly.

  At first, Mason had no problem controlling himself. After all, his underwear really did absorb much of the force, so the sting wasn't too bad, not in the first couple of seconds anyway. But as the numbers went higher and higher, growing by the second, Mason could feel his determination waver and crack.

  His eyes misted over, and he inhaled and exhaled through his teeth, doing his best to remain silent and stoic. It wouldn't do any good to show this girl exactly what kind of pain she could inflict.

  She might develop a taste for it.

  She smacked him several more times, connecting hard. And when she was done, she looked at him. "What have you learned?"

  "I shouldn't hesitate," he said.

  "And?"

  Wait, what? There was more?

  Mason started to stand upright so that he could talk to her, but she grabbed him by the base of his neck and pushed his forehead back down against the desktop. Hissing through his teeth, he couldn't believe this girl had the gall to touch him like this. He was her teacher!

  Apparently, that didn't matter to a girl like Julia. She had already picked her course, and now he was going to have to live with the consequences of his actions. "What else have you learned?"

  "I, I don't understand," said the disgraced teacher.

  Julia let out an exaggerated sigh, and then she leaned down, whispering into his ear. Her breath was warm, almost seductive. Her simple proximity was enough to stiffen his cock. It was an autonomic response, something his body did without consulting him.

  "Mason, drop your underwear. You're going to need a bare bottom spanking."

  "You have to be kidding me," he started to say, but she shut him down with another swing of the ruler against his backside. He hissed in pain, hating the fact that this girl could do this to him.

  In his mind’s eye, Mason kept imagining himself grabbing her, pushing her down on the desk, and punishing this precocious little brat for trying to control him. Unfortunately for the teacher, she really did have him. She hadn’t been lying about the severity of his crime. Over the course of several years, he had made a lot of money, which meant he would be in so much trouble.

  Mason couldn’t go to jail.

  So, his hands trembling, he pulled his trousers down. His bottom was naked before her. And she admired her prize.

  "My oh my, you do have a nice little ass," she said. "Nice and firm," she confirmed with a squeeze of his behind.

  "I'm your teacher! You, you can’t talk to me like that!"

  "No, you're my slave, so I can talk you however I wish," she said with calm deliberation. Her voice sounded like silk, smooth and binding.

  Mason didn’t get the chance to respond. Oh no, she dropped the ruler on his desk, letting a clatter near his ear. Next, she spanked him with her open palm. "You want to think you're so smart. You want to think that you're better than your students. So fine, prove it tell me what lesson I'm teaching you right now."

  Once again, she didn't allow him the opportunity to answer. Oh no, she spanked his ass, bringing her hands down hard. The sound clapped through his small office. For a moment, she wondered if any of his colleagues would come into work early and hear those sounds. Maybe they would wonder exactly what was going on.

  Ultimately, it wasn't her problem.

  Julia brought her hand back, and he flinched. She giggled down at him discomfiture. "What? You can't take a little spanking?" Julia asked, mocking her vaunted professor.

  She smacked his ass again and again, a flurry of blows against Mason’s soft flesh. He really did have a very spankable ass, she decided. In fact, Julia was
probably going to start doing this for amusement as well as punishment.

  Just as he started to believe he couldn't take anymore, she stopped. Julia came up behind him, and she caressed his tormented skin with the soft pads of her fingertips. "What have you learned?"

  All of a sudden, it clicked. "I belong to you. I'm your slave," he said. He didn't really believe those words, but getting him to speak them was just the beginning.

  "Good boy!" She called out those two words, sounding genuinely impressed. Of course, she wasn't. She was just ridiculing her subjugated teacher.

  "Look, you've had your fun. Just get out of here now."

  "No. This is only the beginning, Mason. What you just said, about being my slave, that's all true now. I'm going to play with you for however long I decide. As long as you amuse me, as long as you entertain me, I'm going to be having fun with you. Now, I want you to turn around and sit on the edge of your desk."

  "Do I have to?"

  She replied by spanking his already reddened ass.

  This time, he didn't bother asking any silly questions. No, Mason turned around, and he started to reach for his pants and underwear. "Since you've been such a good boy, I'm going to let you put your boxers back on. But you are not allowed to touch your pants. Understand?"

  In a small voice, he replied, "I understand.” He put his boxers back on, half-hoping that they might offer him some sense of authority or modesty. Nope. When Julia stood back, she flashed him another one of her gorgeous smiles, and he knew how he was nothing more than an object of her derision now.

  He sat on the edge of his desk, just the way she commanded. Not only that, she spotted why he had been so reluctant to assume this position.

  His cock was hard. He didn't want to show her, but her teacher was excited.

  "Are you enjoying this?"

  "No!"

  "I think the professor doth protest too much,” she said with a mocking smirk.

  For his part, Mason managed to look up at the girl who had found a way to tease and torment him. Okay, fine. His cock was hard, and desire washed through every inch of his body. With his pants around his ankles, he felt humiliated. He felt powerless and emasculated, but he was about to find out that Julia was only getting started.

  She took a dainty step closer to him, and then she reached out. She slipped her hand into his boxers, and Mason didn't have the leverage to tell her to stop. Oh no, she could do whatever she wanted with him.

  Julia had already made that crystal clear to her slave teacher.

  "I think you are enjoying this. I think you are enjoying this far more than you would like to admit," Julia told him. She tugged down his boxers, holding his hardened cock in one hand. With her other hand, she gently stroked his scrotum, caressing the underside of his balls until he started to squirm and moan with desire.

  "I'm going to be very generous with you, Mason. I'm going to let you have an orgasm. Tell me just how grateful you are for this privilege."

  "I am not grateful,” he snapped back at her.

  His student simply shrugged. "Oh well. I guess you're going to have to show me your gratitude in a different way then. I want you to get down on your hands and knees. Then I want you to kiss my shoes. Show me that you can be a very grateful boy when I decide to give you your rewards."

  Mouth dry, Mason couldn’t accept what he was hearing. Yes, rampant lust burned through his system, and he kept thinking about how good it would feel to grab her and throw her down across his desk, yet he was the one who was helpless. He was the one who had to obey.

  "Right now," she said, snapping her finger and pointing downward.

  His body seemed to move on autopilot. She ordered, he dropped down onto his hands and knees, and then he lowered his lips toward her shoes.

  "Go ahead," she said, her tone light and encouraging. Still, he could detect that little note of mockery in her voice.

  Mason simply couldn't believe he was about to kiss the feet of a student, some precocious girl who had a penchant for hacking. His mind went blank and he dipped his head low, puckering his lips just before he kissed the soft leather upper boots. He started at the left, and then he moved to the right.

  "Very nice," she said, motioning for him to stand.

  Despite having his trousers wrapped around his ankles, Mason managed to get up on his feet in short order.

  She slid his boxers back into place, yet his tumescent cock still stayed up.

  "Mason, I'm going to watch you jerk off for me."

  His jaw nearly dropped open. "What?"

  "You heard me. You've been a very good boy, taking your spanking like an obedient slave and kissing my feet. I think you deserve a treat, so a little pleasure sounds like a good deal. Do it right now, or I'm going to turn you in right after class."

  Mason narrowed his eyes, glaring at her for all he was worth. Frowning, he considered his situation. He was supposed to be smarter than her, better educated, more experienced. All of those attributes should have enabled him to somehow outwit her.

  Unfortunately for Mason, it didn't work that way. He couldn't think of anything to do or say to make her stop this.

  Surrendering, he reached down, and he took a hold of his penis. He squeezed his member gently, humiliated and degraded.

  Normally, when he touched himself like this, he was alone, and he could indulge in whatever fantasy he wished. Now, he was ashamed to admit how he had fantasized about Julia on several occasions, thinking about how good it would feel to strip her of her clothing, throw her down on his bed, and take whatever he wanted. In the gentle, romantic images, he would kiss her. Occasionally, she would beg for him. He never went beyond that, only this girl had no problem being ruthless.

  "Look at me," she commanded.

  Right away, Mason opened his eyes, and their gazes locked on one another. She was smirking, silently laughing at him all while he continued to move his palm forward and back, squeezing and relaxing.

  "Faster," she commanded.

  There was no other word to describe it. Julia gave him an order, and if he failed, he would be punished again. Mason didn't know what else she might be inclined to do, yet he didn't want to find out. Squeezing faster and harder, he worked himself up into a frenzy, and then she gave him one word.

  "Stop."

  Like a well-trained boy, he let go.

  Julia sauntered up to him, and she walked around him, reveling in his expression of disappointment. More than anything, this man needed an orgasm. The craving must've been difficult to ignore, she thought with a gleeful chuckle.

  "What do you want?"

  "I, I want to come.” As a college teacher, he wasn't used to that kind of vulgar language, but what other choice did he have?

  "Good boy. You see, things go so much more smoothly when you're honest with me."

  Julia stopped behind him, she moved her hand back down into his boxers, and a she took a hold of his penis. "So many men are so enamored of their own genitals. Now, there's something you need to understand. From this moment forward, you belong to me, so that means this belongs to me." To emphasize her point, she squeezed his member. "And right now, I want you to come for me. Come for me like a dirty little slave. Do it, Mason. Do it knowing I’m your student and I own you."

  As she spoke, Julia moved her hand up and down, gently squeezing and relaxing, getting him right back to the precipice of an orgasm.

  And once she was absolutely certain that he couldn't go any farther, she squeezed even harder, milking his cock of every drop. He spurted right there in to his boxers. She got some of his load on her hand, but she didn't care.

  “Good boy," she said, congratulating him when he finished.

  Mason stumbled back, hitting the front of his desk. Panting, disheveled, absolutely drained from his orgasm, he frowned at her again.

  Mason started to take off his boxers, hoping to regain some small shred of dignity. But then his student wagged her manicured finger at him. "Oh no. You aren't allowed to take th
at off. You're going to wear those boxers to class."

  "You have to be kidding me," he said. "You can't be serious. Julia, please, I can't wear soiled underwear in class."

  "Don't worry," she said, dismissing all of his concerns. "It's not like you had an accident or something. It's only come.” Raising her hand, she glanced at her dampened palm. “And speaking of which, you seem to have gotten some of your cream on my hand. That was very naughty of you, Mason."

  Attempting to sound intimidating, he kept his eyes on her, "So what? What do you want me to do about it?"

  "On your knees."

  Mason shook his head and crossed his arms over his chest. Normally, his stance would have been frightening for most students.

  Then again, Julia wasn't your average coed.

  "On your knees, or I go have a chat with the president of the school.”

  Although he tried to control himself, the color bled away from his cheeks, and he collapsed down onto his knees. This man needed to believe that he could be strong and independent. He was going to try to be willful at every step of his domestication, yet Julia had no problem with that.

  In a matter of days, weeks, or months, he would be completely enslaved, utterly subjugated and subservient to her whims.

  She got wet just thinking about it.

  "Crawl over here," she said, pointing back to the spot at her feet. This time, he didn't argue with her because he assumed he was only going to have to kiss her feet again. Really, that hasn't been so bad. He could do it again.

  Once he was in place, Julia lowered her palm right front of his mouth. He wrinkled his nose, catching the aroma of his semen. It was a sweet, musky scent. He didn't like it at all, only that wasn't any of Julia’s concern.

  "You got your mess all over my hand. Now you're going to clean it up. I want you to lick my palm clean. Lick it clean just like an obedient dog."

  Nostrils flared, Mason thought about refusing, yet she could tell he was testing her patience. Sure, he could defy her and resist her for a few more minutes, but what would that get him?

  "You probably want to go ahead and be obedient right now. If not, I'll think of something else to make you do. Maybe you’d like to lick your boxers clean?"