2 comments/ 14471 views/ 10 favorites Extra Credit Pt. 02 By: ilikegirlswholikegirls The drive to my place was mostly quiet. Despite the many questions circling my thoughts I didn't want to push Cay to answer them all right away. She sat staring out the passenger window with her dark black hair lined over her eyes, hiding herself from my view. It left me anxious to connect with her again. She was a wall that I could not break through. Thirty minutes into our drive, I finally urged myself to speak. "Sweetheart, are you okay?" I felt weird using a term of endearment for the first time in over a year. It sounded awkward coming from my lips. "Yes ma'am." Cay answered back in a monotone voice. "Cay, I'd like to ask you some questions about your father." She said nothing in return. I took her silence as a willingness to comply. "Does he hit you?" Again, Cay said nothing. Her silence was suffocating. "Are you scared to answer my question?" "You wouldn't understand," she finally said. "Explain it to me," I urged. "Bad girls need to be punished." "What?" I asked, not expecting her response to be so blunt. "If I'm a bad girl, I need to punished," she said again, almost rehearsing her words. "Is that what he told you?" "No," she started. "Well, yes. But it's not like that. I ask for it." We had reached my driveway at that point. I put the car in park and thought carefully on what to say next. Cay stared ahead, analyzing the exterior of my quaint house while I fumbled into unknown territory. "Cayla, no one has the right to hit you no matter what they tell you. You don't have to defend him anymore, he can't hurt you from here. He'll never hu-" "This was a mistake," Cayla said as she stepped out of the car in a hurry. I quickly got out as well, scared that she might take off running if I lagged behind. "Cayla dont!" I said firmly. My student remained where she stood, back towards me. "Turn around." Cayla turned to face me though her eyes were aimed downwards. "Look at me," I tried again. She gazed up into my eyes and I had to refrain from loudly inhaling. Her eyes were penetrating, unlike anything I'd ever seen before. I was peering into an ocean of foamy blues and hunter greens swirling madly in each iris. It was mesmerizing. "Let's go inside and we'll talk about this. You're staying here tonight, okay?" "Yes ma'am," she answered slowly. I was beginning to notice Cayla's willingness to obey whenever I told her what to do. It wasn't something she seemed to even think about. As we walked inside I took her bag and set it on a side table where I kept my keys. I guided my guest into the living room, passing the kitchen on the way. "Are you hungry or thirsty? Can I get you some water?" "No thank you," Cay answered. I doubted she had eaten since school lunch, over five hours ago. Out of habit I poured her a drink of water and carried it into the living room. "Sit down, please." I told her as I set her water on a table beside her. I sat down beside her and watched her as she tried to get comfortable. Cayla kept her knees tucked in closely with her hands over her lap. She glanced around the room, looking everywhere but into my eyes. I had gotten used to her lack of speaking and knew we would sit in silence for hours if I didn't say something first. "Cayla," I started. "When I gave you extra credit last week I saw bruises under your skirt." Her eyes widened then. She turned to look at me and surprisingly responded without being asked to. "You looked under my skirt?" "Uh-" I hadn't expected that. "Well, yes. You had bruises. Was that from your father?" "I told you. I was bad." "You keep saying that but it sounds to me like he's taught you that abuse is okay." "I know it's not okay. But I asked for it. I wanted him to spank me." My eyes widened. Had I heard that correctly? "You wanted to be hit?" "Yes," she said with certainty. "Why?" Cayla refrained from giving me an answer. I saw her cheeks begin to grow red the longer I stared at her. "Cay, if you want this will stay between us. No one else has to know." "I-" She stuttered, trying to find the proper explanation. "I'm a submissive." I couldn't even find the words. What was she saying? How could I ask her to explain that? Cayla seemed to pick up on my confusion. "I do what my dad says and he tells me I'm a good girl. I like it. When I'm bad I get punished. Usually a spanking." "You said you...like it?" I was trying so hard not to make Cayla feel uncomfortable but this was far beyond anything I had ever experienced in bed. I had spanked my fiance a few times before but never as a punishment. The term "bad girl" was hardly thrown around in our relationship. "You think I'm a freak," Cayla concluded. She began to move away from me, a look of dread in her eyes. "No! I just... Why did you run away from your dad if you... like what he does to you?" "Because he was never like this. He touches me, now. He told me when I turned 18 it would be consensual and he could..." Her voice trailed off as she lowered her head. Cayla's long black hair cascaded around her face. "He's not my real father. He married my mother when I was young then she passed away." "Has he ever...?" "No," she answered. "I'm... a virgin. But he wants to. That's why I don't like to be home." My head was spinning. My curiosity over a quiet student had grown into far more than I could ever imagine. Now I had a submissive sitting on my couch, and I was unsure of what to do next. "Drink some water," I said without thinking. Cayla reached for the glass I had set beside her and took a gulp of it while her eyes connected with mine. I had figured she could use a sip after confessing something like that but did not take into account the manner in which I had said it. "Do you always listen to what someone tells you?" I asked curiously. I could see how she'd easily be taken advantage of that way. "I know you must think I'm crazy. There's no way to describe it. I feel free when someone else is making my decisions. Submitting yourself over to someone, trusting them with everything, it's not like anything else." Cayla was ashamed of herself, I could tell. I had made her feel this way with my questions and inability to understand. But the more I watched her listen to me, the more I began to think that maybe I did know what she was talking about. Cayla was being very good and I wanted nothing more than to tell her so. "Why do you listen to me?" I wondered then. "I wish you hadn't asked me that," she said lowly. "Answer my question, Cay." I told her, feeling unashamed in knowing she'd obey. "Please, no." I had never seen her hesitate or refuse me. My thoughts traveled back to the sight of her purple bottom, bruised by something she deemed as "being a bad girl". Did this situation call for the same punishment? I reached out and ran my hand through Cay's hair before settling it near the crook of her neck, my thumb resting behind her ear. She stared into my eyes then, surprised by the physical contact. I repeated myself to her. "Answer my question." She must have realized our proximity then because with a glance between us, she swallowed and tried to find the words. "I want you to be my dom." "What?" Somehow this teenage girl was far more experienced in this realm than I was, despite being a virgin. "My dominant. I want you to be the one who commands me. I-...I want to be your good girl." A dark red blush crept across her cheeks again as she broke eye contact. I had to admit listening to her turned me on. I felt my nipples grow erect beneath my bra, my skin sizzling with a special kind of warmth. My good girl? "Why?" "My first day in your class, you told me to sit down. You snapped your fingers without looking me in the eyes. On the third week you told me to speak, when I raised my hand. You didn't even know my name yet. Just said, "You. Speak." I tried to get good grades for you, to impress you. It didn't work." Cayla said these things with a clear memory of each event. I couldn't recall a single moment she mentioned. How had I been so aloof to such a beauty? "I have been trying to get your attention for months, but you only noticed me when I turned in an assignment late. I thought you were going to punish me. I wanted you to." I didn't know what to say. To imagine this girl pining for me of all people blew my mind. I confess, what she was proposing was different but intriguing to me. Cayla Draxler wanted my words in her head. And I wanted to put them there. "Close your eyes," I finally told her. She looked at me unsure of herself, but listened regardless. "Hold still." I wasn't sure what I was doing even as the words were coming out of my mouth. To cross this line with a student meant never coming back. Once I committed to whatever it was Cay was presenting me with, I'd always carry it with me. I scooted closer to the young girl until my knees were touching hers. I could smell her coconut shampoo as well as a light scent of perspiration she had developed out of nerves. Slowly I leaned in and drew my tongue along the conch of her ear. The moment I touched her I heard her exhale unevenly, nearly shaking from my contact. I dragged my tongue down her ear until I reached her earlobe, then sucked on the soft flesh. "Good girl," I cooed into her ear. Her hands turned into fists on her lap, squeezing the fabric of her skirt as hard as she could. I became wet at the idea that I was turning her on. With my hand I turned her chin to face me until I could plant my lips against hers. I kissed her vigorously while she held her ground, leaning backwards as I pushed myself closer to her. I moaned into her lips delighted by the taste of her. It had been a very long time since I had touched another woman. At that thought I pulled away. When I did Cay held her ground, eyes still closed as she was directed. "It's okay. You can open your eyes." She stared back at me with excitement in each iris. She wanted more from me but could not ask for it. "Have you ever kissed a girl before?" She shook her head. I had just stolen her first kiss. "Is...this okay?" "I'll do whatever you tell me," she tried to assure me though it didn't make me feel better. "I know you will. But I want you to tell me what you're thinking." Cay paused to review herself then answered softly, like she always did. "I'd like to undress for you. I think that'd make you happy. It makes Jacob happy." Just the thought of her father left a knot in my stomach. "We're not going to talk about him anymore," I told her as I realized I was the one in control in this situation. "And you're not going to go home anymore. From now on you'll take the bus to my house immediately after school. I will make you a key, and you will stay in the guest bedroom. No more wandering the streets, is that understood?" "Yes ma'am," Cayla said quickly. I had a feeling she was happy with my decision. "Cayla," I said to gain her focus. "I want to be clear on this. If I'm your.. dom, than no one can tell you what to do anymore. You'll only listen to me, okay?" Her eyes seemed to brighten then. I got the sense that she had been waiting to hear those words for some time, though I couldn't say why. I didn't care. I wanted her all to myself. I wanted to be a dom. "I-" she hesitated. "I have a question." "Yes?" "What can I call you?" "I'm sorry?" "Well, I can keep calling you ma'am or Ms. Vega. Some subs call their dom Mistress. I don't want to disrespect you," she said. How cute was that? I wanted to kiss her again for being so adorable but the more I thought about it the more I realized her submission was everything I ever wanted. I looked forward to more curious questions from her, allowing me to make the decisions she couldn't. "You can call me Miss or Miss Vega," I decided. I felt very dirty then as I leaned in so my lips were once more close to her ear. "And when you're about to cum you can call me Eden." Was that the way a dom was supposed to act with their sub? I felt assured when Cay quivered. "Come on," I told her as I stood to my feet, holding one hand out for her to take. She grasped my hand and followed behind as I guided her to my bedroom. Turning on a dim lamp I moved her to sit at the side of my bed while I stood before her. I grabbed my shirt by it's ends and pulled it up over my head and tossed it to the floor. Then I slipped out of my black dress pants and kicked them aside as well. I slipped out of my flats until I was standing in my underwear watching the girl who watched me. She eyed my flesh toned bra and white panties. Her eyes lingered over my breasts before she continuously gazed at me up and down. I couldn't remember the last time I had undressed like this for anyone. Possibly with my ex-fiance during our first month together. Never after. I felt empowered by this girl; a student who could hardly make eye contact with me. Cay didn't say anything as I expected. I moved closer to her and drew my knee up high between her legs. She gasped as I pressed into her groin with my knee and moved her back onto the bed until she was laying in the middle. Then I crawled over her and began to kiss her once more. Her hands carefully dipped into my auburn hair, her needs finally taking over and forcing her into action. My own hands plied at the buttons on her shirt one at a time. When they were all undone I spread the shirt open and ran my hands over her body. My fingers massaged the fabric of her bra and her breasts beneath. She was almost the same size as me, a 32C. I molded her soft flesh between my fingers causing Cay to moan. It was first time I heard her release the sound of her ecstasy, and it drove me wild. I reached for her wrists and moved them above her head. "Keep them there," I told her. "Yes Miss Vega," she huffed between heated breaths. Carefully I unclasped the hook of her bra at the center of her chest then unstrapped each band on either side of her shoulders. I peeled up the article of clothing and tossed it to the floor, certain that she wouldn't be needing it for the rest of the night. I gazed in awe at her perky breasts and small pink nipples. They had hardened with her excitement, enticing me further. I planted my lips onto her left bulb and sucked delicately on her erect nipple. Cay arched her back and elicited another moan as I sucked harder. Very carefully I nipped her with my teeth to which she jumped and nearly squealed out in surprise. "Ahh Miss Vega. My breasts are so sensitive. Please," she panted. I hadn't expected her to speak to me during such an intimate moment but because she had, I decided to make her continue. "Please what?" I said as I switched to her other breast and began to suck on her tip. "Ahhhh." She moaned again, lacing her own hands together in order to squeeze something tightly. Despite all her squirming she remained with her hands above her head. "No one's ever touched me like this," she whispered as she squeezed her eyes closed. I pulled away then, realizing she had dodged me again. "Please what? Finish what you were going to say." She slowly stopped moving and tried to catch her breath. "Please Miss Vega don't stop," she confessed. I smiled to myself and pinched her other nipple with my teeth once again. Just the same as before Cay flinched and released a quick gasp. She was very sensitive, never having been played with in the way I played with her. I kept that in mind for the next time I wanted to touch her. I began a trail of kisses down the center of Cayla's belly until I reached the hem of her skirt. With my fingers I dipped below her waist band and began to peel the skirt down. Cay helped by lifting her hips up, revealing to me she wanted to give me access without me having to ask. "Good girl," I said softly. Cay's eyes rolled to the back of her head while she bit down on her plump lips. Something about those two words strung together did something to her. I liked seeing it and knowing I was the source. With her skirt off I could see the panties she wore this time were pink. Between her legs the fabric was soaked, her arousal visible to me now. I carefully spread her apart with one hand on each of her thighs. Cay was still biting her lip, peering up at the ceiling unsure of what I would do to her next. "Do you masturbate?" I asked her then. From here I could smell the scent of her arousal. It reminded me of tea leaves and honeydew. "Yes," Cay confessed in a near whisper. "I want you to tell me what you fantasize about when you masturbate." With that I pressed my lips onto her panties, directly over her wet spot and sucked. Cay bucked her hips off the bed in surprise, moaning loudly for me to enjoy. "Go on," I urged her, realizing the sound of Cay's voice was a major turn on for me. "Y-You of course, Miss Vega," She trembled. "What about me? Tell me or I'll stop." I started to drag my tongue over her underwear tauntingly. Just below I could feel the curves of her swollen lips begging for direct contact. The closer I got to her sex the more daring I became. I wanted to learn what "submissive" truly meant. "I used to imagine myself naked under your desk during class where no one could see. Sometimes I'm handcuffed." I peeled her underwear away and kissed her clit. She tasted divine. "Ahhh." Again Cay began to buck her hips up to try and get herself closer to my lips. She was shaved completely, and I salivated a little at the sight. "Yes?" I said, imploring her to continue. "After your lecture y-you'd tell me I have until the bell rings to make you cum." I swirled my tongue over her clitoris as I thought about her response. She was creative, to say the least. Somehow her fantasies aligned with my own; I felt the dampness in my underwear grow as I imagined her dark desires with her. "That can be arranged," I answered as I grabbed her underwear by the waistband and pulled them down her legs. I heard Cay shudder while her body began to tremble again. My words alone were pushing her to the edge. "But first you'd need to know what you're doing. My lectures usually run an hour long, which doesn't leave you with much time." As I spread her legs apart once more I ran a slow finger up Cay's center until my fingertip was pressed against her clitoris. Carefully I began to rub her small bead at a slow pace, adding a second finger. Cay was now squeezing the sheets of my bed with both hands, biting into her own arm to release the tension that was building inside her. I dipped my face between her legs then pressed my tongue into her entrance. Cay released a long moan, spreading her legs apart even further for me. Within her walls her muscles clamped tightly around my tongue. I could taste the sweet liquid of her arousal and began to lap it into my mouth, nursing her pussy like a dog. "Ahhhhh," Cay cried. "Eden, ohh god. I-I'm so close." Hearing her say my name made me want to penetrate her right then and there, but I respected her virginity too much to steal it on our first night. If she really was mine, then I would have more opportunities to decide when to deflower my student. I rubbed her clitoris at a quicker speed and began to suck on her sweet entrance while running my tongue in and out of her. Cay began to buck her hips again as her muscles grew rigid and tense in preparation for her release. "Cum, Cayla." I told her. "Be a good girl and cum for me, baby." "Eden!" My beautiful sub moaned. Her inner walls tightened around my tongue as a wave of pleasure washed over her. Cay climaxed right into my mouth while her hips gyrated against me. To my surprise I felt her hands clamp down into my hair and pull me tightly into her wet center. Her orgasm lasted all but ten seconds while I continued to suck on her vagina and coax out all of her cream with my tongue. Licking her was a treat; I didn't want to leave this paradise between her legs. Extra Credit Pt. 02 "Such a good girl," I cooed as I cleaned her up. "Thank you, Miss Vega." Cay could barely speak between her loud panting. "Don't thank me yet," I told her as I began to press my lips over her clit once again. Rapidly I tongued her clit which was now hypersensitive from the orgasm that was still washing through her. Cay became wild and began to squirm frantically beneath me. I pinned her down at the waist with both of my hands while I relentlessly licked her. "Ohh, god Miss-Miss Vega... Ahhh. I'm gonna cum again. I'm gonna cum again." It was almost too easy to get her this frenzied. Oh, my sweet little virgin. I flicked my tongue back and forth until she started crying again. Making her this vocal was my favorite part about her climaxes. "Thank you Miss Vega," She huffed again after cumming for the second time. She was soaking now with a mixture of her own cream and my saliva. I spent a few minutes licking her up again, reveling in her soft squeals whenever my tongue touched her engorged clitoris. I had taken note of how difficult it had become for her to hold still. I wanted to look into getting her restraints. Imagining Cay tied and squirming would be a sight to treasure. "You've been very good," I said with satisfaction as I began to align myself right side up on the bed. I pulled Cay into my arms and held her against my chest, resting my chin atop her head. I thought about the tasks ahead for me and the research I wanted to do to discover the full nature of a dom and their sub. The subtle ways I had controlled Cay tonight had turned me on more than anything I could have ever imagined on my own. Pushing her and myself to explore the depths of this taboo realm enticed me. As I stroked my fingers through her hair I soon heard the rhythmic breaths of the sleeping girl in my arms. I dosed off to the many ideas I had conjured of how exactly I'd take my good girl's virginity. Extra Credit Pt. 03 I awoke to the feeling of Cay's soft breath hot against my chest. As I peered down to view the beauty in my arms I was surprised to find her glowing green eyes watching me in silence. How long had she been awake? I smiled for her as the residual weariness of sleep faded and the memory of what had happened the night before emerged. Cay was naked and pressed close against my body; our legs intertwined. Despite the sheets being at our feet she did not reach for them at all throughout the night. As I gazed at her naked form I noticed she began to blush. "You're perfect," I assured her as she looked away. "Thank you, Miss Vega." Cay said softly though I could tell she wasn't convinced. "Will you keep shaving, for me?" My hand slipped over her hips. I drew circles with my fingers over her ribcage. "Of course," she answered in a more spirited manner. I continued to run my fingertips over her soft skin, entranced by the milky white laid out for me. Before I was caught up in another session with my submissive I noticed the watch on my wrist that I had failed to remove the night before. "I'm going to be late," I stated as I rose up into a sitting position. Teachers were always expected to get to school before their students. "Get dressed. I'll have to get you some more uniforms after work." I told her as I peeled myself away from Cay's beautiful body and headed for my closet. I quickly snatched at whatever professional wear I could find and began to hurriedly dress myself. When I stepped back out with my shoes in my hand I noticed Cay was perched at the side of my bed, fully dressed. She watched me once more with both hands in her lap. "That was fast," I remarked. "Do you want to brush your hair?" "Would you like me to, Miss?" She asked in a quiet voice. I paused, despite the race against the clock. Oh how I wished then I could undress her all over again. Her questions drove me wild. "Yes Cay, I would." I said with a smile. "Use the guest bathroom to make yourself look nice. You have ten minutes to yourself, then you will meet me at the door. There's a toothbrush in the medicine cabinet." "Yes Miss Vega," Cay acknowledged before disappearing. I fled to my own master bathroom to do the same. Ten minutes later and the young girl was waiting for me by the door, backpack strapped around both arms. "I'll drop you off where the bus comes today, but tomorrow you're going to have to walk there yourself. We can't be seen spending too much time together, okay?" "Okay," Cay said lowly, though I detected my words might have weighed on her. I was too rushed for time to dig into it at that moment however. We got into my car and drove together in silence. When we reached the bus stop four blocks away from my house I scanned the area before parking along the curb. No one had arrived yet; the bus wouldn't show for another twenty minutes. "Here's the key to the house. You'll be home before me so I want you to get started on any assignments you were given while I'm gone. Feel free to help yourself to anything in the fridge...Uh, no," I said, correcting myself. "Cayla, you will eat something while I'm out, understood?" I had almost given her the option and I didn't want her starving herself because she was too scared to dig through my fridge. "I understand, Miss." Cayla answered, eyes glued to her feet. She seemed comfortable with the directions I was laying out for her so far. I wanted to change that. "Cay, look at me." She turned to face me and gave me another glance so powerful I inhaled at the sight of her gleaming eyes. As much control as I had over her, I couldn't stop her from doing that to me. "Be a good girl today and you'll sleep in my bed again tonight." Her eyes sparked with a fiery excitement at my promise. "I will be very good for you, Miss Vega." She assured me. I smiled and flicked my head in the direction of her bus stop, indicating it was time for her to go. Cay stepped out of the car and headed for the bench across the street. I watched her as she walked, staring closely at her skirt and thinking to myself how nice it'd be if it were just a bit shorter. My thoughts fell back on the sewing machine tucked away into a closet at home. A smile crept across my lips as I pulled out of the park and drove away. What had this girl done to me? I was becoming a different person the longer I stayed in her presence. As a twenty seven year old woman I had out-lived my crazy hormonal teenage years and yet I felt like a horny high schooler obsessed with the thought of sex. I wanted Cay. I wanted Cay more than I wanted to keep my job; more than my own reputation. Just the thought of her brilliant green eyes shying away from my gaze did something to me. I needed to dominate her in more ways than I had last night. But first I needed to know how. This led me to a bit of researching at my desk while I waited for my first class to start. Our crappy computers were riddled with internet filters that kept anyone from stumbling upon a non-educational website so I had to use my phone to do all my searching. The results were endless. A "Dominant and Submissive" search lead me to the discovery of BDSM, the name of the realm I was dabbling in. I learned that bondage was a huge part in most BDSM relationships and that the correct term for myself was "Domme". I laughed at the title. How long had this word been in existence? What was "Domme" short for that "Dom" could not express? Why categorize the same meaning into gender biased columns for anything other than to narrow down the search results of a porn fetish? I spent my entire morning with my eyes glued to my phone, my skin warm with excitement. Some Dominants liked to deny their subs an orgasm. Others used whips to paint their partner's skin red and purple before ever touching them. Other subs were gagged, blindfolded, dressed in leather, suspended, spread eagle, trained, or humiliated for no other reason than for the pleasure of their dominant. I watched videos of men being milked and young girls being penetrated by machines. I had no right to judge any of it and felt empowered by the thought that I was now apart of it. My head raced with ideas I could not conjure on my own the night before. I wondered how much of this Cay already knew of. And if she could watch these things without getting wet, like I now was. The bell to signal the start of class scared my phone right out of my hands. I dropped it on my desk; a video of a woman with a strap-on anally penetrating a bound man playing on the screen. I shut it off before kids began to file into my room then fought to focus on more professional matters. Instead of today's lecture of structuring a thesis paper, I was distracted with images of myself pushing a butt plug in between Cay's bouncy little cheeks. I got through my first three classes well enough. The children I taught seemed to annoy me a little more than usual and I blamed my eagerness to get through the day for that. It wasn't until 4th period rolled around that I realized who would be coming through those doors next. Cay Draxler. Sure enough she stepped lightly for her desk towards the back, clutching the straps of her backpack like they were a life vest. It didn't surprise me that she avoided eye contact. As she sat with her head down I noticed a red blush that painted her usually pale cheeks. "Everyone be sure to turn in last night's homework on my desk before we start," I indicated. Most kids did as they were told but I noticed the only one with my attention did not. With a minute to go before the class began I approached her slowly. "Ms. Draxler, do you have your homework?" She opened her mouth to speak but no words came out. A realization melted over her expression and I knew then what she would say next. "N-no, Miss Vega." Her fingers were tightly gripped around the sides of her desk, her knuckles white from the pressure. "Why not?" I asked though I knew the answer. It thrilled me to know I was the cause of her missing work, finally armed with a reason to punish her. Cayla's voice lowered as the pink blush on her cheeks turned a deep red. "I didn't do it," she mumbled to me in near shame. I had to resist a smile. "See me after class." It was all I had to say. She responded with a cute 'yes ma'am' but I had already turned on my heel by the time she choked it out. I spent the rest of the class with my eyes fixated on her, eager for the bell to ring. Cay remained like a statue most of the hour. She kept her head down and avoided any eye contact though her disconnect was actually adorable to me. Her cover had once been enough to avoid my focus but now she was all I could think about. No matter what technique she tried there was no denying I held all the power now. When the class bell rang I waited patiently in my seat for the other students to file out. Half of them would be going to lunch while the other half had one more class before they could do the same. A silence as thick as smoke began to settle in the room while I stood and moved for the door. "Missing an assignment is unacceptable, young lady," I reprimanded. The term made me feel old but it was still a delight to remind her of her place. "I'm sorry Miss Ve-" "Come to the front of the class right now." I locked the door to my room as ideas from this morning began to fill my head. I wanted to surprise my beautiful sub with what I had learned. I also wanted to continue where I had left off in bed this morning. Cay rose from her desk and slowly headed to the front of her row of seats while I met her in the center. She stood before me and surprisingly was able to make eye contact with me though I guessed she was holding her breath. I brushed aside her thick black hair and tucked it behind her ear. That was enough to make her look away while the rosy pink color on her cheeks returned. "You need to be punished now, Cayla." That breath she had been holding exhaled as a shudder. "What class are you taking this hour?" "This is my lunch hour," she confessed as I continued to stroke my hand slowly through her hair, brushing it with my fingers. An hour. I had exactly an hour and fifteen minutes with her to myself. "Very good. I want you to turn around and lay your hands on that desk." As I removed my hand she turned her back towards me and carefully planted both her palms over the desk behind her. She was bent over slightly now with her bum presented towards me. I slowly slid one hand up her bare thigh causing the young girl to inhale sharply in surprise. I could not hold back the smile that curled over my lips, drunk off my power over her. Touching her was like playing an instrument. If I practiced long enough and learned her notes, I could make her sing. I wanted to hear her music. My fingers traced her upper thigh until I met with her right butt cheek and began to mold the flesh in the palm of my hand. She was even softer than I had remembered and just as desirable, if not more. My hand caused her skirt to rise upwards until her pink panties were once more visible. I was reminded then of the gentle night before and the fact that I wanted to take things up a notch today. I removed my hand and headed for the supply closet behind us. I searched for the items that would fulfill my role as Cayla's domme. She had yet to figure out just what was in store for her. I came back with supplies in my arms and laid them out on the desk she leaned over so she could see them for herself. Zip-ties, a wooden ruler, scissors, and duct tape rolled out in front of her. She eyed the products in silence which I took as a good sign. "Now I don't want to have to use the duct tape on you if I don't have to so I want you to be a good girl and keep very quiet for me, understand?" Cay nodded quickly, her eyes still evaluating what I had set out. "Do you trust me, Cay?" I leaned over to gain her eye contact. This was serious; I could not proceed without her certainty. If there was one thing I had learned about a Dom and Sub relationship, it was that trust was key. She nodded again and I reached out to grab her by the chin. "Look me in the eyes and tell me," I commanded. "I trust you," she reassured with pretty green eyes on my own. I detected no hint of a lie in her words and so I released her and straightened out again. "Good girl. Give me your wrist." I took one of her hands along with a zip-tie and bound her to the bar running through the under side of the desk top. I grasped her other hand and did the same until she was leaning over the desk on her forearms even more bent over than before. Then I grabbed the wooden ruler and moved behind her. With one of my feet I widened her stance by spreading her legs further apart then admired the view before me. I lifted her skirt up over her butt until the fabric laid against her back. I could tell she anticipated what was going to happen next because her breathing began to turn into shortened breaths. She was either excited or scared or a mixture of both. So was I. I slapped the ruler against the palm of my hand and the bound girl before me jumped. "Shhhhh," I cooed as I began to brush my fingers along her upper thighs to calm her down. "I won't hurt you. I would never hurt you, Cay." She did not respond but I could hear the slower intakes of air she practiced to calm her nerves. Carefully I pressed the ruler into her right butt cheek to show her the feel of the wood before pulling it away and preparing for the first strike. Slap. Cay flinched as the ruler smacked across her clothed butt cheek. I immediately set to rubbing the area I had touched upon then swung again for the next cheek. Slap. Cay moaned this time very lowly before, what I assumed, biting her lip to hold back her noise. "Do you know why you're being punished?" I asked smacking her again. Slap. "Yes, Miss Vega," Cay responded. Slap. She jolted forward in surprise. "Tell me why." Slap. "I missed an assignment, Miss." She was correct, but it wasn't what I wanted to hear. Slap. "No," I corrected. "Tell me why you're being punished." Slap. She gave me no response this time. I waited as she conjured up another response. "I-...Um." Slap. This felt incredible. I could feel myself soaking my underwear more with every passing minute. I carefully planted a finger from each hand into the waist band of her panties and pulled them down to her knees. As they slid away I could see for myself that Cay too was heavily soaked. Her luring scent reached my nostrils and I wished more than anything I could plant my tongue inside her once more. "Tell me why, Cay." I commanded with another swing of my ruler. Her cheeks were painted pink over the tops. Any residual bruising from her father had already faded. I directed my attention to the bottoms of each cheek. Slap. "B-because I'm a bad girl?" She half asked. Slap. "Very good. Now tell me why." I wanted her to own it. Slap. "I'm a bad girl," she huffed. I spanked her again. Slap. "I'm a bad girl. I'm a very bad girl. I didn't turn in my assignment, Miss Vega. I deserve to be punished." I stopped then to see parts of her skin beginning to welt from my punishment. I hadn't hit her hard enough to bruise but the color would remain for several hours, that much was certain. With my free hand I reached between her legs and began to play with her clit. Cay immediately started to moan as my fingers dripped with her lust. "Shhh," I reminded her. "Open your mouth." She did as she was told. I placed the ruler between her lips. "Hold it." She bit down on the wood which I hoped would silence her. Instead she slipped muffled hums between her sweet lips. I didn't mind; her music was welcomed. I continued to rub her clit while my other hand slowly made it's way somewhere more forbidden. With my right thumb I carefully pressed against her rosebud causing Cay to squeal in surprise. Her entire body lurched forward, unprepared for something so indiscreet. "It's okay. You're being a very good girl." I massaged her asshole with my thumb, rubbing in slow methodical circles while my other hand brought her closer to an orgasm. "Mmhhmm," she muttered. I couldn't believe how wet she had gotten. My fingers nearly slipped off her small bead as I continued to excite her. I applied more pressure with my thumb until her rim began to accept my digit of it's own accord. I was surprised by her lack of resistance. "Do you like that?" I asked, questioning if I should take her anal virginity right then and there. She muffled an "uh-huh" as her hips jerked outwards to present more of herself to me. "Um-goha-cum" The words were hard for her to get out with the ruler in her mouth but I knew she was on the verge of a release. "Not yet, Cayla. Good girls don't cum without permission," My answer elicited some sort of moan of frustration from the young girl's lips. I immediately felt her entire body tense against me, obviously restraining herself from what she thought would be granted. Her previously loose sphincter tightened and prevented my thumb from opening her wider. It didn't stop me from continuing my massage around her rim. "Ahh, that's a good girl," I cheered with a smile. Cayla was beginning to lose her mind to my torment. I wanted to push her a little further. "Do you like my finger on your ass, Cayla?" I asked in a seductive tone. We were well past talking dirty. I had lost all shame in myself. She nodded as her panting grew heavier. "Do you want more? Do you want me to put it inside you?" Again she nodded though I wondered if she could hear me at all. She had begun to moan in different tones, a dribble of saliva creeping down her lips as she continued to hold my ruler in her mouth. I switched from my thumb to my index and slowly pressed against her sphincter. I slowed my teasing against her clit as my other finger began to enter her backside. "Such a good girl." I reached all the way up to my middle knuckle before I removed my finger and started over. I began another rhythm until I was fingering her tight little asshole for the first time in her life. Her song got louder, her moaning transforming into a confession of new sensations she was learning to understand. "That's a good girl," I cooed while my hand against her clit started up again. "Cum for me baby. I want you to cum now." I fingered her from both ends, moving back and forth until Cayla began to grind her hips at the same pace. As my finger when into her ass, I dragged my other hand up her clit. When I pulled out of her tight rim I rolled my hand back down her clit. In. Out. Up. Down. In. Out. Up. Down. Cayla's body tightened as she hummed a loud release of ecstasy through her gritted teeth. Her rim tightened against my finger while she came once more at the mercy of my hands. Her orgasm rolled over her entire body until she loosened her tight muscles and relaxed over the desk I had tied her to. I brought my hand up to my lips to suck on, enjoying the flavor of her cream while I reached around to relieve her of her wooden mouth piece. Then I began to redress her by returning her panties back around her waist and lowering her skirt down once again. "Very good, Ms. Draxler," I confirmed in a professional manner as I reached for the scissors and began to cut her free. "That's all for now." She was still panting as she straightened up and rubbed at her own wrists. She glanced at me once hoping for direction but I simply grabbed the supplies and began to return them to the closet I had pulled them from, avoiding eye contact. Two could play her game. I listened as Cay grabbed her backpack and began to head for the door. As she unlocked it I called over my shoulder. "We'll continue your punishment tonight." Extra Credit Pt. 04 I returned home after dark that night. My day had been busy with purchases I had never made before. I bought Cay one week's worth of uniforms for school as well as a couple of packs of white underwear to change into, since I had already ruined the only pair she had on. Part of me liked the idea of her dirty garments still around her waist, dried with layers of the previous orgasms that I had given her. After leaving the department store I slipped into a local adult sex shop, curious and adventurous. I had only shopped at a place like this twice before. The first time for myself, the second being with my ex-fiance. I had avoided these places after we broke up because the memory of our exploits brought back too many emotions. Shopping for toys was a very personal experience and I had been shut off from others for so long. But Cay had awoken something in me that brought my sexual inhibitions back to life. More so than I could ever recall before. It led me to do something reckless. I left the store officially a domme and over $500 down. Sitting in my car with the receipt in my hand I felt like I might have blacked out in there. Each item I had gotten seemed validated in my head at the time yet I felt ashamed to be seated next to three bags of sex toys and accessories. What would Cay think? I was relieved she couldn't see me then because I felt nothing but shame. I debated returning the stuff for twenty minutes while mentally discouraging myself. 'She's a fucking teenager, not a porn star. What the fuck were you thinking?' It was true. Cay was only a virgin and yet I had bought more than five different toys to insert inside of her. Not only that I had gotten her hand cuffs, lubricants, and a blind fold as well. The list went on and the more I reviewed it the more I wanted to hate my choices but I could not convince myself of a single return. It wasn't as though I wanted to use everything at once. While silently combing through their products I had imagined myself capable of using most of them on Cayla when the time was right. She had already allowed me to tie her down and take her anal virginity. The trust was there - it was up to me to expand it. I pulled out of the parking lot after almost half an hour of debate. I had spent enough time away from my sub and looked forward to, more than anything, seeing those pretty green eyes again. When I arrived home I pulled the bags out of my car and made my way to the door. It was odd for me to see the lights on inside from my spot in the driveway. I had almost forgotten the comforting feeling of coming home to someone who was waiting for you. Sure enough after entering and setting my keys on the foyer table she appeared from the kitchen threshold. She was dressed just the same even wearing her shoes and socks still. Her eyes met with my own but she kept silent, almost stiff. I wondered if I had scared her since our previous affair. If I remembered correctly her last words to me had been 'I'm gonna cum,' muttered through gritted teeth around a wooden ruler I had used to spank her. Regardless I was happy to see her once again. "Hi, beautiful." I dropped all but one bag onto the floor and moved towards her to plant a kiss along her forehead. "Hi, Miss Vega," she greeted back in a softened tone that gave little away. I began to run my hands through her hair as she glanced up at me then back down at the bag in my hands. "I got you some stuff. Here," I passed her the bag from the department store containing her new clothes. She opened it to see her uniforms and underwear sitting inside. I continued to brush my fingertips through her silky black hair as I spoke. Touching her freely was all I had wanted the majority of my day. "You can borrow anything of mine that fits you as well. I'll keep shopping for you so you can have your own wardrobe. The rest is for you too. To...use on you." Cay's eyes immediately shot towards the three black plastic bags sitting behind me. I evaluated her expression but could detect nothing beyond those solid green eyes. My stomach tightened with panic. "Is that okay?" There was a short pause before Cay responded. "You really do want me to stay here, don't you?" "Yes?" I didn't think of myself as her dominant then. Cay was something special, beyond someone's personal slave. I cared what she thought of me at that moment and wished with ferocity that it was approving. "I won't force you to though. I like having you here but if this is too much you need to tell me." Oh god, how I feared her then. I had already slept with one of my students; if this didn't work out I would have to quit my job, my life. "This is all I've ever wanted," she confessed. "I missed you so much today. I thought you didn't come home because you were mad at me." My eyes furrowed at her response. She had been worrying herself in my absence? I hadn't considered how leaving Cay alone would affect her. She had always seemed so independent to me but I realized more and more that it was a wall she built up to keep everyone out. "May I please touch you, Miss Vega?" There was a desperation in her voice. I removed my fingers from her hair. "Yes," I answered. Of course, I wanted to say. Cay threw her arms around me and buried her face against my chest. She hugged me so tightly I couldn't resist doing the same, wrapping my arms around her and laying one hand against the back of her head. I evaluated her attachment to me with surprise. Beyond her solid exterior was a girl whose grip was so tight around me that I felt my blouse stretching with her pull. I couldn't remember the last time I had felt this wanted by someone else. "You're a very good girl, Cay," I assured as I rested my cheek along the side of her scalp. "I want you to take my virginity," Cay said softly. "I want you to be the one." Her request made my body sizzle at the thought. I had been thinking about it enough to conjure several ideas of how, and now her granted permission could bring them to life. I held my voice though, debating what to say in response. Cay seemed to tense the longer I waited and I could tell she felt as though I were leaving her out in the cold. I was soon hugging a statue instead of a person. "We still need to finish your punishment," I remembered aloud, recalling what I had said to her in the classroom. "Losing your virginity should be a privilege." "Yes ma'am," Cay said in a tone that indicated her disheartenment. "Did you do what I asked of you today?" "Yes ma'am. I finished all my homework and ate like you told me." Cay seemed eager to report her good deeds. I was happy to hear of her obedience. "Good girl. Go into my bathroom and shower now. I'll have clothes for you when you get out." "Yes ma'am," she said again. Without another word more Cay disappeared into my room. I heard the shower start as I debated the heavy thoughts in my head. I had no more will to punish Cayla Draxler, not after what she had said. It wasn't that I didn't enjoy enticing her but that I could not see her for anything other than an innocent virgin desperate for my affections. How could I punish her for that? But as I lifted the three black bags from the adult store I began to feel my lust return. I hadn't allowed Cayla to touch me yet and not because I didn't want her to. She hadn't even seen me naked and I suspected I made it that way because of my uncertainty of what we were. It helped that I was a generous lover, always concerned with my partners as opposed to myself. I was happy just to have Cayla's submission, her approval to touch her and treat her how I saw fit. I took the bags into my room as I debated my next moves. Even this short time apart from my student left me anxious, wanting her back. I placed the black bags into my closet then made my way into the bathroom and started to undress. Cay's naked silhouette tempted me from the other side of the glass shower doors, summoning forth my dominant side once more. When I was naked I opened the shower and stepped in after her. Cay turned with wide eyes to face me, my bar of soap in her hands. I kept my eyes locked onto hers while I adjusted to the heat of the water now soaking my body. She liked her showers steamy hot. "Let me help you," I said seductively as I took the soap from her grip. Her eyes raked down my body as I lathered my hands in soap and started to massage her shoulders. It felt natural to be this exposed in front of her despite the legal consequences I could face for it. I pressed my lips onto hers and moaned as I was once more connected with her again. Cay kissed me back and allowed my tongue to slide past her teeth and wrestle with her own. I moved my soapy hands down to her breasts and molded her in my palms, playing with her like she was putty. Despite the heat I could feel her nipples hardening in my grasp as she allowed me full access to her body. Once more my hands on her chest caused Cay to become vocal. "Miss Vega," she huffed, breaking our kiss to pant my name. "Yes?" I asked softly as I turned my attentions to the skin along her jawline, nipping and kissing it on my way down her neck. "I want to touch you, Miss Vega. I want to touch you the same way you touch me. I want to please you so badly. Please let me make you happy." It occurred to me then that I had found another way to withhold from my sub. I would not let her know how badly I wanted the same thing. "Bad girls don't get to touch. Not until they're punished." I said the words as though I had rehearsed them before even though I was making it up on the fly. Cay moaned in frustration as I pinched the skin of her collarbone between my teeth while setting aside the soap. "Please punish me," she begged then. "I can't wait any longer." I could hear her losing her mind again, the lust too overwhelming for her to contain. "Yes you can," I argued as I grabbed the shampoo and spilled some into my palm. "Get on your knees." Cayla did as I said and I began to lather her hair while massaging her scalp. Her nose was inches from my crotch, her eyes locked on my landing strip. I could tell she was focused intently on my vagina as if I would give her what she wanted if she won a staring contest against it. I liked watching her mentally wish, knowing her desire was targeted at me and me alone. When I rinsed her off I lifted her face by the chin to keep the soap from falling into her eyes. She stared at me then from her spot between my breasts and I had to fight to not react to the penetrating gaze she was capable of. I grabbed the conditioner and once more applied it to her scalp delicately, enjoying the opportunity to clean my student at my leisure. As I rinsed the remainder of her hair I removed the head of the shower and pulled it down while grabbing at the bar of soap and lowering myself onto my knees beside her. I carefully began to rub the bar between Cay's legs, exciting her instantly. She moaned at me with direct eye contact, pleading with her eyes for more. I dragged the bar of soap slowly up and down while I held the shower head away from the both of us. An immediate cold set over my skin and brought forth a new level of excitement. I dropped the bar of soap and began to circle two fingers over her clitoris before rubbing my fingers all the way back to find her asshole. Cay's breath hitched at my touch while she straightened her back completely. I smiled for her revealing how satisfied I was with her every reaction. Touching her there made her immediately shy and I reveled in my ability to make her uncomfortable. I liked egging her on, daring her to deny me when a part of me knew she wouldn't. She quickly turned away embarrassed as I washed her ass with a grin. Her rim was clenched tight as I fingered the entrance; if I wanted access I would have to relax her. I moved the shower head between her legs and a long moan slipped past Cay's lips. I turned the nozzle to a higher more aimed pressure of spray that allowed me to direct the water exactly over her clit. She squeezed her eyes closed and I imagined she forgot her name in that moment. I tilted the pressure backwards moving it over her backdoor and causing another pleasured moan to slip out of her. Cay's soft cries were wondrous as they echoed in my shower stall. Her voice filled my head as the part of her that was untethered began to emerge. Then I pulled the shower head away and returned to standing. I had played with her too long already; I was losing my will to punish her again. "You're clean. Go dry off," I reached for the shampoo and began to spread it into my auburn hair concerning myself with my own needs to avoid the ones kneeling by my feet. I thought I heard Cay mumble a defensive "but" in response before she quickly held her tongue and rose to her feet. "What would you like me to do now?" She asked softly. If she was trying to stall it was working. "I'd like you to exit the shower now," I said bluntly. The assertive side of myself was returning. "Don't make me say it again." Cayla stepped out without another word. I finished my shower in silence while dragging every task out as long as possible. I imagined it was another twenty minutes before I was done; I had even shaved my body to keep myself there. When I shut off the water and stepped out the room had filled with steam. I took my time drying myself and lathering my skin with lotion while my thoughts lingered on Cay. I could feign my disinterest but never get her out of my thoughts. I didn't have to travel far to find her again; she was sitting beside my bed on the floor, her towel the only thing clothing her. I realized I did not set any clothes out for her like I had said I would. She glanced up at me with hopeful eyes and I imagined her then as a puppy wanting love after a scolding. "Stand up," I directed as I moved for the three black bags in my closet that were becoming more of a treasure chest to me. I dug through the contents in search of the items I had been thinking about in the shower. When I turned around Cay was watching me. She saw in my hands a blindfold that would cease her ability to take my breath away with just a look. It would be the only thing I'd want her to see. I think it dawned upon her that her punishment was about to begin because she grew very rigid then. When she glanced back up at me I nearly stumbled backwards from her penetrating gaze. Those eyes. They stole my control with a single glance and I finally had a way to fix that. I walked over to her and carefully fastened the blindfold around her face, removing one of her senses from her entirely. I then tugged her towel away from her body until she was standing naked before me. My own towel quickly joined her own on the floor and I moved back to the closet to retrieve the other items I needed. "I've decided I will be taking your virginity tonight, Cay," I announced as I took my supplies and returned to the bed. "And your punishment will come after." I carefully turned her around and pulled both of her arms behind her back. I used the new restraints I had purchased to bind her by the wrists and keep them there. She didn't fight me as I directed her exactly where and how I wanted her. Even as I closed the first cuff around her wrist she didn't seem to flinch in the least. 'What a good girl.' Cayla's submissive nature was shining through once more and I began to feel more empowered by it. "Thank you, Miss Vega," she huffed as if I had lifted a huge weight from her shoulders. Quickly after I pushed her directly between her shoulder blades and she stumbled forward onto the bed in surprise. Her cheek pressed into the sheets while the rest of her body was bent over for me, her sweet ass clear in my view. Her skin was still a light pink from her earlier punishment at my hand. I could spank her again, but my mind was focused on other matters. I retreated to the closet once more to grab lubricant and a thin vibrator not much larger than my index finger, though farther in length. Cay inhaled slowly, practicing more breathing techniques to stay calm as she listened to my many movements. I turned to see her cheeks were flushed, her lips spread apart as she panted. It was clear as day she was nervous and I couldn't help but relish in the sight of her like this. "Are you okay?" I asked softly as I approached her. "Y-yes, Miss Vega." Her answer was far from assuring. I pressed my bare thighs up against the back of her own, showing her my presence behind her. Cay nearly jumped out of her skin in surprise, jolting forward as if she was expecting me to penetrate her then and there. "Shhh," I cooed as I delicately traced a hand over her back, creating designs on her skin to calm her. I had done the same thing for her in the classroom and I was beginning to notice how much I ate it up. Her anxiety transferred into pure bliss for me. My groin tingled with excitement. "You asked me to do this," I reminded her. "Is it going to hurt?" Her voice was a shaky mumble that made my nipples harden. I could have assured her otherwise but I was too caught up in the moment to think about it. Instead I wanted to keep her on the edge. "Yes, sweetheart, it is." Cay's body tensed then and she pulled at her restraints for the first time. I watched her squirm with a grin on my face as I popped open the lubricant I had been holding and began to pour it down the crack of her ass. "Now, now," I chastised as I ran my fingers up and down her asshole, lubing it up. "You told me you wanted me to pop your cherry and that's exactly what I'm going to do. You can either take it like a good girl or fight me the whole way and wake up feeling very sore tomorrow. Is that what you want?" Cayla's fidgeting soon stopped though her heavy breathing was still active. "No, Miss Vega." Her voice was still flustered; exactly as I wanted it. "Then tell me what you're going to do." "I-I'm going to take it...Like a good girl." My fingers trailed further between her legs and began to massage her clitoris. "That's right. Because you're mine now and it's time you lost your virginity." "Yes ma'am," Cay huffed as my fingers played between her lips. I didn't need very much lube to saturate her with; her excitement had done that all on her own. Regardless of her nerves there was no denying she was turned on right now. "Good girl," I confirmed. I reached for the vibrator I had set on the bed and began to lather it with the liquid over my fingers. I coated it in a mixture of lubricant and Cayla's arousal pretty quickly before turning it on. The soft electronic hum caused her to freeze up once more as only her ears could provide her with detail of what was happening. Carefully I drifted between her legs and pressed the vibrator into her swelling clit, causing her to immediately cry out with desire. Her moans were long and drawn out, her body lifting up to her tippy toes as I pressed the vibrator into her with more pressure. "There, you like that, hm? That's a good girl. Don't cum yet Cayla. You need to ask for permission every time you want to cum." As she hummed with boiling arousal she nodded her head quickly to reveal she could actually hear me in between her heated cries. I wore a smile the entire time, incapable of hiding the satisfaction she filled me with. I wish I could watch her forever; who needed television when you had a pet student? I carefully dragged the vibrator down towards her entrance and began to press it into her carefully. Cayla's moaning never ceased. With my feet I spread her stance apart to open up my access to her beautiful pussy. She was sopping wet; her aroma intoxicating me at this proximity. The vibrator dipped into her just slightly before I pulled it out and returned my attentions to her clit. Like a symphony director I summoned Cayla's louder calls forward. Her fidgeting returned though I guessed it was no longer under her control. She was brimming with an excitement that had very few outlets. Extra Credit Pt. 04 "Please," she huffed. "Eden, may I cum?" Again the sound of my first name aroused me. I had restricted Cayla from using it unless she was on the verge of an orgasm. "No, Cayla. You're going to have to wait." She gritted her teeth as I returned to her wet hole and pressed the vibrator back into her, this time further. I needed to apply more pressure to get it to move inside of her but I assumed from her lip biting and humming that what she was experiencing was an even exchange of pain and pleasure. "Ahhh," She whimpered as the vibrator made it half way inside of her. I twisted the cap at the bottom of the toy and the vibrations instantly doubled to a higher speed. Cayla twitched while a new pitch of moaning broke through the room. Her hands tied behind her back were balled up into fists, knuckles white. "Good girl," I cooed. If I was hurting her she did a phenomenal job of bottling it up, but I doubted that was the case. I moved the toy into her at a slow pace, pulling out whenever I felt her inner walls resisting it. With this rhythm I began to notice myself stretching her enough to reach a little further each time. I continued to pay her clit close attention, as she was very responsive to the treatment and I wanted her to enjoy this as much as I did. I had actually penetrated her and it was better than anything I had conjured throughout the day. "Eden, I need to cum. Please, can I cum?" Her voice was quickened now and I could only imagine what she had to do to hold herself back from releasing. I laughed softly behind her as I began to pump the vibrator in and out of her. "No, Cayla. Not yet." "Please!" She cried desperately. At her begging I removed the vibrator and swung my open palm across her left butt cheek. Slap. Cayla inhaled hard and held her breath in shock. "I said no," I clarified. She remained silent, the only sound in the room being the electronic buzz of the toy in my hand. "I don't like you talking back to me after I've given you a command." I rose to my feet and shut the vibrator off. "I'm sorry, Miss Vega," Cay said softly, once more reliant on her hearing as I pulled away from her. I moved towards the closet and shuffled through the bags with a new idea in mind. "Yes, well I think I've been spoiling you too much. I was going to let you cum before your punishment but I think this way will help you learn a lesson." Behind me I heard her sigh with frustration as she realized her release would not come soon. "Does my decision upset you?" I asked with irritation. She was pushing her limits now and I could easily deny her an orgasm for the night; the rest of the week, even. "No, Miss Vega!" she quickly recovered. "I need to learn a lesson. Please teach me to be a good girl." I couldn't deny her begging was perfected. She said exactly what I wanted to hear and I knew she meant every word of it. Kneeling over my bed with her hands tied behind her back, she was completely vulnerable to me. I savored her obedience just as much as her disregard. From my closet I pulled out a small purple butt plug I had been thrilled to find. It was tiny and slim; perfect for an anal virgin. She had been spanked once today and even allowed me to explore her rear end with my finger. Before Cay I had never tried anal with another woman but every inch of my young student enticed me. Touching her every orifice had begun to seem natural to me. I wanted all of her. "Open your mouth," I told her as I returned to her side. She spread her lips apart and I slowly slid the new plug into her mouth for her to suck on. She did just that, evaluating the shape and probably wondering to herself of its use. I began to press my index finger into her ass once again, measuring just how tense she had become. Cay moaned as I massaged her rim, taking my time to relax her muscles before I attempted penetrating her again. "I'm going to stick this plug inside of you, and you're going to wear it for the rest of the night." As my intentions became clear Cay squirmed beneath me while her nerves worked themselves up again. I began to enjoy the feeling of her muscles tensing up, especially with my finger pressed into her sphincter. Her resistance was almost a challenge in itself. Regardless of what she tried she would have to participate and I would have my way in the end. "Get it nice and wet," I told her as I once more set upon the lube and squeezed another dollop between her cheeks. "That's a good girl," I cooed softly, using one hand to spread it over her asshole. I began to rub my thumb over her rosebud to massage her back into a calmer state of mind. Cayla had done exactly as I had suggested because I noticed a thin string of dribble stretch out from her lips as I pulled the plug out of her mouth. While I lined the tip of the rubber toy against her rim Cayla began to pant once more. I used one hand to spread her cheek apart while the other began to press the plug inside of her. "Ahhh," Cay moaned while I worked the plug into her little by little. "Tell me why you're being punished, Cay," I commanded as I rubbed the purple plug against her sphincter again and again. The more I massaged her ass the more she began to loosen up. Soon the tip was starting to disappear inside of her. "I'm a bad girl," Cay quickly responded, learning from her punishment in the classroom of how she was expected to respond. "I need to be taught to behave. Not to... ahhh... N-not to talk back when you've given me a command." The plug slid in a little deeper and I began to pump it in and out of her, pushing a little further each time. "That's right. You deserve this toy up your ass, don't you?" I began to swirl the plug as I pressed into her, circling the pressure to touch on all angles of her inner walls. Cay was breathing heavily by now. "Yes, Miss Vega," she huffed. "I want you to wear this all night. That way you won't quickly forget why you're being punished. Does this seem fair to you?" The toy was nearly inside of her completely now. I resisted pressing it in all the way to avoid her sphincter from tightening around the thin base at the end. I wanted to keep her stretched out while I made her rehearse the best phrases I had ever heard leave her lips. She was pushing me to the edge with her words alone. I wanted to fuck her brainless the more she assured me of her compliance. "Yes, of course Miss Vega." "Would you agree this is a fair punishment for any future misbehaving I catch you doing?" I wondered if she could hear the smile in my voice. I never stopped fucking her ass with the rubber toy while I spoke. My eyes were fixated on the sight of her tight asshole sucking on the plug I filled her with. She had stopped tensing up against my assault allowing the purple rubber to slide in and out of her freely. "Yes, Miss Vega," she moaned once more. "Tell me, Cayla. Tell me what should happen to you when you're a bad girl." She had never been pushed to these limits before. I had only just acquired my student's submission a day ago and yet here I found myself crouched between her legs filling her with a butt plug for the very first time. I knew I wanted to do this again, to test her anal limits once more. I wanted Cay's verbal agreement to allow it. "You should bend me over and put a toy up my ass. Please, Miss Vega make me wear it for the rest of the night so I learn a lesson. I deserve to have a plug in my ass when I'm a bad girl. Please teach me a lesson!" At that I pressed the plug the rest of the way inside of her and applied an up and down pressure against the base with my thumb. Cay bit her lip while hums of pleasure slipped through her gritted teeth. I grabbed the base and slowly pulled the plug back out of her and Cayla twitched as her sphincter let go of it's tight grip over the toy. Then with even pressure I pressed it back into her, watching her rim close once more over the thin neck of the plug. "Good girl," I cheered softly as I grabbed at her bound wrists and pulled her up off the bed. Before she could get comfortable standing I spun her around and directed her to lay back down, now on her back. When I pushed at her thighs she positioned herself so her legs were hanging off of the side, spread and presented in front of me. She rested over her cuffed arms which pushed her breasts up nicely. If I had more patience I might have clipped her with nipple clamps but I was so sexually frustrated that I could hardly think straight anymore. The first thing I did was reach for the vibrator I had set aside and activate it once more. Cay froze, expecting to be on the receiving end once again but I quickly plunged it into my own nether regions instead. Relief filled my every nerve and I moaned loudly as a new ecstasy built up inside of me. My eyes fluttered half way shut and I had to fight closing them to avoid missing Cay's head perk upwards in surprise, needing her ears to clarify what she was hearing. I was masturbating beside her and there was nothing she could do to see it or assist. I carefully lowered myself to my knees as more gratified moans slipped through my lips. Cay's plugged butt hole was clear in my view and the memory of putting it there pushed me further to the edge. Cay fidgeted in her place and I couldn't help but think her mind had to be spinning with curiosity. "Tell me what you're thinking, Cay." This time I was the one with the heated breaths. My body wanted to erupt. Cay would help get me there. "I want to touch you, Miss Vega." "How could you when your hands are tied?" I pumped the small vibrator in and out of me then turned the speed up to it's highest. "I could use my mouth," she bargained in an adorable fashion. "But you've never eaten a woman out, have you?" She paused, her inexperience now holding her back. "N-No, Miss Vega but I could-" "I don't like when girls don't know what they're doing." "Will you teach me how, Miss?" Her voice was softer now, her insecurities coming to life before me. I stared at her wet entrance and bit on my own lip. The climax I had been waiting so patiently for was well on it's way. "Why?" I was well aware of the answer and eager to hear it from Cay's lips. "I want to please you, Miss Vega. I want to touch you so badly." "I love when you beg, Cayla." I pressed the vibrator deeper inside of me as my orgasm rolled forth. "Please let me eat you out. Please Miss Vega let me touch you, and please you. I want you to use me like a toy to make you cum. I want to be your toy. I'll do anything you ask me to. Will you please let me be your toy?" "Ahh!" I cried as my cream dripped down to my fingers, my climax sending waves of euphoria through my every muscle. "No, Cay." I was panting as I recovered. "You can't be my toy tonight." Cay squirmed as she realized her moment had passed, her begging going unheard. I could visibly see the distress on her face though she hid her frustrations for fear of misbehaving again. "But maybe someday soon when you've been a very good girl." I pulled the vibrator out from inside of me and turned it off. "Open your mouth." She did as she was told as I carefully leaned over her and inserted the small device coated with my orgasm. When I lowered myself back down I kissed her swollen clit and set about finishing the task I had started. Cay squealed, her voice muffled by the vibrator she sucked on greedily. My finger carefully found her entrance and slipped inside of her to begin another rhythm within her walls. I was floating on cloud nine, cleaning her of all her juices while finally able to penetrate her with my own hand. Cay's hips rocked back and forth in sync with me. She was tender to the touch, every swirl of my tongue summoning more moans forward. I flicked my tongue back and forth against her clitoris while I fought to fit a second finger within her tight pussy. Cay groaned against the pressure of my hand, clearly fighting to allow me inside of her. I once more took my time opening her up little by little. Each time I pulled out of her I pushed my way back further just a tad more. My other hand snaked around the plug that had just started to get settled within her and pulled on it so that her asshole was once more being stretched by the largest part of the toy. At this point Cay was squirming uncontrollably. I worked her from both ends, filling all of her holes and feeling damned proud of myself for doing so. I heard her spit the vibrator out as a loud cry escaped her lips. "Eden, I'm going to cum. Please allow me to cum! Oh god, Eden. Please please, tell me I can cum." Her begging was like music to my ears. I wondered how she knew just what to say to me to make me crave her even more. There was nothing in the world I wanted more than to give her what she wanted then. "Cum my little fuck toy," I answered, finally understanding how a domme could call their submissives vulgar names with no disregard for their feelings. I realized then Cay wanted to be my fuck toy. She had begged for it. "You have my permission." "Ughhhh!" She arched her back as her pussy tightened against my fingers. I pushed the plug all the way back into her ass and doubled my efforts on her vaginal entrance, creating a loud squishing noise as her orgasm sloshed out of her. Cay was heaving for air while I slowed down and waited for her to regain her sanity. When I pulled my fingers out of her I once again delighted in cleaning her from the base of the plug all the way up to her clit. She squirmed when I sucked on the small bead, her hypersensitivity beyond her control. Her creamy juices got all over my lips and cheeks but I didn't care. I had successfully collected Cayla Draxler's virginity. As she calmed herself I helped Cay back to her feet and turned her around to unhook her restraints. Then I set about undressing her of her blindfold before gathering the rest of her toys and taking them back to my closet. I was not surprised this time to turn and find Cay staring at me, her familiar gaze once more reaching my core. Even though I was naked she kept steady eye contact with me as I returned to her side. I pressed my lips onto her own and kissed her as passionately as I knew how. Whatever I felt for this girl was beyond just a fun screw. I had invited her into my home, dressed her, and now claimed her as my own. I had many more nights planned and more ideas in store for my student who was no longer a virgin. "Get in bed," I directed as I moved about the room to set an alarm and turn out the lights. With everything settled I crawled in after her and once more pulled her close to me. Her body was warm and I imagined my own was just the same; our exploits heating us up. Cay fit nicely against my chest and I couldn't help but enjoy the rhythm of her breathing against my skin. It was a feeling I could get used to waking up beside. She made no mention of the toy left between her butt cheeks and I partly looked forward to removing it for her the next morning.