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****** Hardbroom's Downfall ******
by saphique
Summary
     Miss Hardbroom hears strange sounds at night. What she discovers will
     change her life.
     "Time and space collide, and Miss Hardbroom forgets how to function.
     She is passive under Mildred's ministrations. In vain, she tries to
     grab anything to avoid her from losing balance and falling, but she
     has fallen already, and there is no bottom".
     You have the option of reading the same story as Constance in Chapter
     One, or Hecate in Chapter Two.
     Mildred is a mature teen (18 years old) NOT a child
Notes
     This story comes with a warning : UNDERAGE smut! You are warmed,
     although Mildred isn't a child but a mature Teen. I repeat, Mildred
     is a mature teen ! 18 years old
     PS : This was originally posted to FF.net in 2010, in french version
     with English dialogue. This version is translated and enhanced. All
     mistakes are mine.
     Enjoy :)
***** Constance Hardbroom *****
A soothing blackness ascends on Cackle's Academy. The castle sleeps deeply in
this complete silence. Its interior is inanimate, but only a teacher can be
heard, strolling in corridors. Constance Hardbroom, dressed in her typical
pyjamas, also wearing a black dressing gown, raises a lantern to illuminate
where she is walking. She conducts her night tour through the corridors leading
to the student dormitories.
Constance hears unusual noises that looks like escaped groans. Realizing that
these are intimate sounds, she cannot help but hurrying up towards the corridor
that leads to these revealing sounds who happens to be groans of students, of
witches who are probably making love. Suddenly, recollections of entwined women
come to her mind. These are vague memories of her past. Constance is intrigued
by these noises, getting stronger and stronger, and she confesses to herself
that it is impossible to prevent the girls of this school from having sex
together. Captured by the harmony of these sighs, she remembers old loves and
cannot hold back a shy smile forming on her lips. Nevertheless, the emanation
of pleasure comes from Mildred Hubble's room. Constance freezes when she
realizes it. Who else could make so much noise shamelessly? In a dilemma with
her emotions, Constance is thinking about how to approach this. She must
continue to make the discipline prevail and advocate chastity on this school
ground, knowing it's only a pretend. Here, in front of the heavy wooden door of
Mildred's, Hardbroom feels sorry because of what she is about to do. As head
deputy, she must make her disapproval known. Alone in the darkness of the
corridor, Constance is unable to decide on her next step, feeling her cheeks
blush to the realization that Mildred might be alone. Constance recognize that
Mildred is masturbating on the other side of the door. Perplexed, Hardbroom
fails to react. Powerless and shameful for slightly being excited by this
discovery, the teacher turns back and returns to her room, lets Mildred be.
***
This is the beginning of the week and a snowstorm falls on the school. The
classes are cold and the students are not paying attention. During the Potions
class, Mildred seems to be in a trance in front of the instructions and
movements of Hardbroom, who seems to lack in sleep. The student succeeds in all
the required practices while her companions always try to accomplish the
difficult incantations. Hardbroom notices this improvement on the part of
Mildred but fails to congratulate her directly. So she gives her a vague
congratulation, a murmur lost in the sound of ice and snowflakes smashing
against the window. Ashamed, Hardbroom is incapable of looking directly at
Mildred without imagining what she has heard the night before.
Towards midnight, the snow gust does not dissipate. Despite the temperature
that cools down the corridors, Hardbroom follows her duty to supervise the
school. Trying to convince herself that she isn't following her desire for
voyeurism, she leads a tour of surveillance. Hardbroom isn't true to herself,
since her walk takes her directly to the specific door she has long observed
yesterday. On the other side of the wall, her underestimated student, once
again, offers similar noises. Short moans, movements on mattress. The
temperature allows Constance's breathing to become visible through light puffs.
The winter storm refuses to completely reveal the entity of the nocturnal and
intimate sounds. From the tips of her fingers, Hardbroom launches an
enchantment that amplifies the level of sound. Thus, it allows the teacher to
distinguish the words murmured by Mildred who masturbates again. Immediately,
Hardbroom covers her mouth with a trembling hand, preventing her breath from
materializing in the icy air. She finds herself outraged yet excited and seems
to be fixated there, her ear on Mildred's dormitory door. The student can be
heard touching herself under the covers. Various images take over Hardbroom's
mind. She imagines sensual chest being visible beneath the thick cloth and
Constance distinguishes droplets of sweat that pears down on her neck. Between
Mildred's thighs, it is possible to hear her fingers playing in wetness,
entering her sex with an irregular rhythm.
"Oh, ... Miss Hardbroom ..." murmurs Mildred between short breaths.

Miss Hardbroom is mortified. Is she revealed? Impossible. Mildred is unaware of
her unlawful presence.

"Oh ... ooh, you're so ... magnificent! " she continues, increasing her
movements.

Mildred's hand rubs more fanatically until her whole body is tense by the
intensity of an orgasm. Hardbroom stiffens her own body, thighs firmly pressing
against each other, breathing deeply through her nose, her lips so determinedly
closed together to the point of hurting. The teacher isn't sure what she's
holding back. Words of punishment? Words of indignation? Words of pleasure?
Receiving the last waves of ecstasy, Mildred nonchalantly withdraws her hand
and falls asleep. For a long time, Constance remains fixated, painfully
studying the scene. Afflicted by her lack of respect and by her infringement on
a student's private life, Hardbroom retires off to her headquarters. Although,
as soon as she falls on her own bed, Constance cannot contain a powerful orgasm
that spans through her whole body and that fiercely plunges her into an
insatiable level of ecstasy.
***
The following morning, the snow has stabilized and the students took advantage
of the opportunity to have fun outside. The teachers decided to join them. All
of them noticed the absence of Constance who prefers to stick to her potions.
On the other hand, even in class, everyone also noticed her evasive and
unstable behaviour, worse than usual. Still lacking sleep from the previous
night, Hardbroom ignores the presence of Mildred and prefers to avoid it
instead of scolding her for her usual blunders, to everyone's surprise. In her
presence, Constance merely imagines all sorts of obscenities unintentionally.
Is that silly girl also masturbating between classes? Is she thinking of
adopting such a lifestyle each night, obeying her impulses, disregarding all
standards? This simple reflection gives her a pinch in her lower belly, she
also notices her underwear getting wet. Never has she been in this state.
Never. Not even in her adolescence. Maybe Constance envies Mildred?  
Nevertheless, discipline and standardized behaviour must be respected.
Hardbroom is not supposed to be a witch that encourages sexuality inside the
school walls ... let alone when it comes to her own sexuality, and especially
towards a teenager! Haunted by her thoughts, Hardbroom does not notice that
Mildred is currently standing in front of her.

"Miss, these past weeks, I've made rigid efforts to please you. I hope it has
not gone unnoticed," questions the student.

"No ... of course not, Mildred Hubble. You have left me exceptionally satisfied
of your performances lately," answers the teacher.

Hardbroom chokes at this absurd exchange, trying not to blush at the credulity
of her words.
***
Lying on her bed, unable to find sleep, Hardbroom refuses to allow herself a
surveillance escape in the corridors. Her slender body is soaked with sweat
following her imaginations of what Mildred might be up to. Surely, a student
couldn't masturbate every night? This simple idea provides in her lower abdomen
prohibited fireworks for a person of her status. Her long fingers vigorously
caress her clitoris to the rhythm of Mildred's images. Her purple satin pyjamas
bottom is soaked in her enjoyment. Suddenly, it becomes impossible to
distinguish imaginative moans from the accurate ones, as if Mildred's
lamentations are rising from afar in her dormitory to reach her teacher's mind.

Discipline, standards, self-control ... Hardbroom refuses to listen to what the
sweet voice on the other side of the castle grows.

Yet, against her own will, Hardbroom's impulses and an uncontrollable craving
pushes her to teleport herself in front of the mature body of Mildred, directly
beside her bed, and Constance fails to catch her breath as she contemplates
Mildred's caresses. Similarly, the student moans the name of her superior and
it becomes unbearable to simply stand there and endure this scene. Deciding
that this whole situation becomes grotesque, Constance clearly appears before
Mildred, not knowing that while she reveals her presence, she also reveals her
aroused state, the hardness of her nipples through her clothes, her dishevelled
hair, her damp hands and her tight lips. The luminous appearance of her
silhouette has promptly interrupted Mildred's impulses, who fails to hide the
compromising position of her body.
"Girl!" barely shouts Miss Hardbroom, out of breath.

Mildred straightens up, pulling out her hair that falls on her wet. She endures
the dark and rigid, but not cold, glance of Constance, who merely fixes her
deeply, as if she were looking for logical interpretations of this unexpected
unfolding. Despite her teacher's presence, Mildred is suffering from her
imminent orgasm, escalating inside her, against her own will. Her face reveals
her state, despite herself, and she aches.
How dare she, how could she? Why would Miss Hardbroom impede on the student's
pleasure in such a cruel and inexcusable way?
"You desire me, Mildred?" questions Constance with coldness, as if she needs
the confirmation.
Mildred answers with short moans, immediately sliding her hand back inside her
pants, against her pubis. Noticing her student's blatant and brazen move,
Constance's whole body warms up, but she maintains control.
A shrill whine is heard and, on this, Mildred closes her eyes and opens her
mouth, which causes Hardbroom to let out a grunt of excitement that she
absolutely had to hide but couldn't. She can see, covered by the blanket,
Mildred's fingers enter and disappear inside her sex at a steady pace, until a
slowdown. As her orgasm fades, the hand stops its agitation to rest against the
bed. Both women remain silent, Mildred with pink cheeks in front of a heavily
breathing Miss.Hardbroom who is incapable of hiding her arousal. Mildred, in
her awkwardness, smiles at her teacher with embarrassment and mischief.
"Enough of this. It is the last time you act on these thoughts of yours. I
won't tolerate more," mumbles Miss.Hardbroom, sounding more destabilized than
furious, before disappearing instantly.

***
At the end of the potions classes, Hardbroom prefers to slip away rather than
physically walking to the exit door among her students. It means that Mildred
has no chance of speaking to her, either to explain herself or to apologize.
Hardbroom also avoids the Staff Room. Disgrace and abjection are the
qualifications and terms that she employs in reference to her own previous
actions. To reduce herself to that point, sleepless, loosing concentration, all
in the name of sex? To be reduced to the practice of masturbation and to a
perverse connection with a student. A student who always manages to make her
feel all the possible emotions? From exasperation to frustration, from surprise
to awakening.
 
***
The night is quiet and the corridors are immersed in an unbeatable silence.
While turning the pages of her potion book with a distant finger, her desk lit
by a lighted candle, Constance identifies a noise at the door. A delicate and
shy knock. It is easy to recognize who dares to come and disturb her. With a
gesture of wrist, the door opens. A small female figure stands in the doorway,
her usual braids detached. Hardbroom gets up from her seat and steps forward in
front of the trespasser.
Before Constance has a chance of speaking, Mildred clings to the long and dark
body of her superior and dares to rests her head against her generous breasts.

"Why do you never pay attention to me, how come you hate me so much," starts
Mildred, as if she's suffering from a somnambulist behaviour.

Hearing this plaintive voice, Hardbroom recognizes how much Mildred is not
quite an adult. But in collecting her modest curves, she also notices with
humiliation how much Mildred has the body of a woman.
"Do not be so silly, fool! Surely you are in a delusional state, let me escort
you back to your room," comments Constance.

With gentleness, Constance resolutely repels Mildred, despite her trembling
limbs. Mildred seems in a trance and refuses to leave. Her manners are reduced
to slowly move her hands down on Constance's sides, caressing her hips. The
teenager begins to rub herself against her teacher's long legs, through the
fabric of her nightgown.

"Oh, please, Miss Hardbroom, continue to notice me, do not start to ignore me,
oh how much your silence hurts...I prefer your coldness," confesses the younger
of them.

Constance tries to distinguish this mischievous girl behind this silhouette in
need, she really tries to remember the Mildred who usually constantly
disappoints her, but she also recalls only the powerful witch who has saved the
school many times. Presently, this same student is slowly, delicately, dancing
on her body, trying to undress herself in her deputy's office.
"Girl, stop this nonsense… I am your figure of authority, it is absolutely
impossible for me to continue this delirious act ... or to even think of
touching you ..." Constance says, a little breathless, trying to put an end to
this, as difficult as it is to resist to the female body discreetly moving
against her own.

"Oh please, I am begging you, I need this so much, just like yesterday. This
will be the last time, I can't help myself…if only I can get rid of this
aching," admits Mildred.
Constance abdicates her disapproval, knowing to well the pain of that spiteful,
hollow feeling of emptiness and seclusion. Mildred breathes Hardbroom's essence
as she presses her face against her stomach. Hardbroom releases an instinctive
grunt. Through her magic, she forces the door to lock itself. Accepting this
scenario comes with rules, which is no touching, it means that Constance has to
remain distant. She retreats, backs away from Mildred's embrace, so as not to
be in contact with her pupil's body, but basically it only gives her a better
view of her student who is impressively aroused. Squirming, Mildred timidly
caresses her own thighs, loyally staring through the dark eyes of Hardbroom who
can do nothing else than observe what will unleash. Mildred seeks her teacher's
endorsement. Forgetting her own principles, the standards that the school must
follow, Hardbroom responds to the vital demand by acquiescing in a nod.
Constance consents.

Mildred happily closes her eyes and begins to pull off her panties, but
Hardbroom chokes at such a bold gesture.

"No, no. Keep them on. It is impossible for me to ... to touch you, or see you.
Get on with it as soon as possible and leave," urges the professor.
On this, contradictory to her engagement, Hardbroom takes a step towards the
quivering and impatient body. Her dark lips are parted, she breathes against
the face of Mildred who seems to enjoy the heated puffs. They continue to
stare, as Mildred slips her hand inside her panties and starts rubbing herself
in front of her teacher. An earthquake shatters Constance's beliefs, destroying
everything she thought she knew about herself, her own identity and her morals.
Because she actually mumbles a spell, and following this verbal incantation,
Mildred's face tightens from pleasure. Constance actually smiles. She smirks
from witnessing the first waves of a magically provoked orgasm. The magic
formula acts against Mildred's pubis; it caresses, nibbles, sucks, licks as a
hot mouth would. The student grabs the black sleeves of Miss Hardbroom, and by
this support, she comes with her mouth opened, her cries quieted. Constance,
who has remained motionless, keeps smiling. The magic formula stopped.
Mildred has to swallow breaths before straightening up and recovering for the
intensity of the provoked pleasure.
"Are you alright?" genuinely asks Constance, holding Mildred's face between her
warm hands.
Mildred's smile is satisfied, happy, loving. Culpability stings Constance's
heart. 

"Mildred, do not worry. After all those years, I am not ignoring you, I notice
you more than you could imagine, although I am in a position that makes this
impossible to occur again. Please, never ask for me in this way, ever again."
Constance's words seem harsh, but her tone is soft and pleading.

With the fingers of one hand, Hardbroom raises Mildred's chin.

"Now that you had what you wished for, go back to your room, please, and let me
be," she adds.

Through tired murmurs, Mildred thanked Constance and disappeared to her room.

How to claim to be the witch who demands perfection, restraint and
professionalism? Impertinent, Constance Hardbroom cannot remain a reference as
a prototypical witch. She is cursed, damned by attending to the sexual wants of
her body and for being weak to her student's needs. What has she done?
 
***
She dedicates all of her nights to concoct potions, trying not to go to sleep,
incapable of pushing away her fantasizes. She recalls the body of her former
lovers while walking in the corridors, daydreaming. Constance thinks she's
losing her mind, her perspicacity, his discernment. But what is the most
painful, is all these nights resisting Mildred when she discerns from afar the
young voice calling out her name, over and over.
Something seems broken in Constance, she can no longer resist.
Tonight, in the first real warm night of this long winter, not reflecting on
the consequences of her actions, Constance appears spontaneously in front of
Mildred for a second time, in her bedchamber. Mildred, who is lying under her
blanket, does not seem surprised by her teacher's arrival. The older witch's
unbuttoned nightgown reveals her usual black dress. From the sight of it,
Mildred happily sighs. Constance's long brown hair is cascading down her body.
Hardbroom remains motionless, breathing hard and audibly. A volcano erupts
inside her, mixed emotions, ambitions, needs.
"Stop claiming me this way, Mildred. Do you know what it does to me? Do you
have any idea? It scares me to death!" the trembling voice declares.
Following these words, Mildred lifts up her hand, inviting her teacher to get
closer. As she does, she sits up, revealing her naked and soaked thighs.
Constance can actually smell her arousal.
"It's alright, Miss Hardbroom. Everything will be alright. We are not harming
anyone," Mildred desperately wants to convince her professor.
Regardless of her pupil's clear invitation, Hardbroom strongly resists the urge
to approach her and soak her lips in the salty river beneath the covers. She
clenches her fists with all her strength, but Mildred continues to invite her
with a promising look. Constance is burning up.

"Stop playing with my mind. I told you, I absolutely cannot touch you,
Mildred," she declares, her body so tight she might break in pieces. 

"Can you at least watch me, like last time?" Mildred asks.
"No", her statement is clear.
"Please, it won't be long, you'll see." Mildred promises.
On this, Mildred quickly puts her hand back between her exposed thighs and her
fingers against her lower lips. It's too much. Constance feels like dying and
being born again at the same time. These aggravations can no longer last.
Suddenly, with despair and arousal, Hardbroom raises her arms in the air and
throws a charm at Mildred. The young adult finds herself being weightlessness,
feels herself getting out of bed, floating in the air before standing on her
feet. Unstable, stunned and delighted, Mildred looks at Hardbroom, who is now
lying against the cement wall and beckons her to quickly join her.

With small steps, her face illuminated from joy, Mildred approaches the
seductive body of Constance. Then, as if the world does not exist apart from
the two of them, the teacher pulls up her black dress up to her hips, revealing
the white skin of her older thighs. The student is speechless, amazed by the
sight of the invitation in front of her. Constance's immense, dark, impatient
eyes are saying Go on, hurry.
With softness, Mildred spreads her legs and settles against one of the thighs
of Miss Hardbroom, looking for friction, rubbing her sex on the soft pale skin.
As she does, a moan of disbelief escapes Mildred's lips.
"Hold on to me," Constance suggests, not daring to touch the body directly. 

Obedient, Mildred allows herself to lay her head on the collar of Miss
Hardbroom's dress, paying extra attention to her heavy breathing. Her breasts
are welcoming and lovely and everything Mildred hoped for. Her hands are firmly
holding her teacher's shoulders. Thrilled, obsessed, Mildred continues her
cadence. From top to bottom, she rubs her vulva along the firm pale thigh. In
contact with wetness, Miss Hardbroom is chewing on grunts of pleasure. In her
heart and body appears bright and fluorescent colours. From seeing and feeling
Mildred clinging to her neck and shoulders and thighs, Constance is doing
everything in her power to prevent her from caressing her student.

The muscles of Mildred's thighs become stronger as her movement accelerates and
her pleasure intensifies. Her hips are rocking against the long thigh of
Hardbroom who holds back from supporting her. The sensual rhythm completely
consumes Miss Hardbroom who takes pleasure in wet and warm friction. She
moistens her lips with her tongue, eyes still closed in order to concentrate on
keeping her hands to herself. Mildred stands on the tip of her toes and lays
kisses against Hardbroom's chest, kissing her breasts through fabric with
passion.

Constance feels herself gradually disappearing somewhere, out-there, where only
sounds and feelings and movements coexists. Where nature is urging her to grunt
in satisfaction, moaning because everything feels so exquisite, so beneficial,
so true, so good.

It is impossible to combat this level of sexual satisfaction. Hardbroom lets
out a low, powerful moan before deciding to raise her leg higher, helping
Mildred's clitoris gaining more contact with her skin. They both create a
sudden cry, expelling all the power of Mildred's orgasm. Her thighs clench
around Miss Hardbroom's, and a long electric shock passes through her body.
Constance is lost in pleasure. To her surprise, before she even registers what
happens, Mildred pulls her thighs away from her teacher's glistering leg and
she kneels to Constance's center.
Time and space collide, and Miss Hardbroom forgets how to function. She is
passive under Mildred's ministrations. In vain, she tries to grab anything to
avoid her from losing balance and falling, but she has fallen already, and
there is no bottom.
Mildred gently tilts her head toward the black underwear in front of her.
Constance unintentionally lets out a long proclamation, a mix of frenzy and
fear when she feels the nose and the mouth of Mildred on her pubis.
"Oh, Miss, I knew you would smell so good, it's intoxicating…" Mildred smirks.

It's Constance's downfall. The bottom is unattainable, her fall is eternal.
Miss Hardbroom is dizzy, disorientated, does not manage to accumulate the
necessary strength to stop this madness. Her arms are at either side of
herself, her hands remain opened, flat on the wall behind her, leaving her
vulnerable body to the delectable attention of Mildred. Instinctively, her
magnificent pelvis is dancing towards to the hungry mouth that salivates
against her. Mildred's delicate fingers toss aside the panties to gain access
to the delicious river. Her tongue slips between the labia and suddenly plunges
into the wet accumulation that Hardbroom still tries to deny. Constance stops
breathing, her heart forgets to pump blood. She feels deliriously good, totally
intoxicated by this astonishing situation, her body shivering under the
embraces of the novice tongue. She tries to resist, but her quick moans are
speaking for themselves, under the slenderness of a mouth so attentive. She
still resists, especially when Mildred closes her lips against her clitoris and
begins to suck it carefully. Instantly, Constance tries feebly to struggle, her
consciousness in confrontation against her instinctive cravings, the latter
seeming to prevail. Hardbroom manages to hear the slightest sounds produced by
her pupil's generous mouth and she becomes almost hysterical. Her bare legs
lose resistance, she opens them even more, giving Mildred all the access she
wants.
"Oh, girl ! ... I, must, not! This, is not, who I am!", Constance cries between
whimpers of pleasure, not being able to dislodge herself from this submissive
position.

But Mildred refuses to listen to her, prefers to follow the language of her
body, and continues to caress with her whole tongue the swollen lips of her
professor. Her teacher's face often so firm and shadowy becomes intense, ardent
with her mouth half open that never ceases to whimper as her orgasm approaches.
Years, years, years of sexual frustration overtaking her. When Mildred's hands
meet her hips in order to stabilize her, Hardbroom's orgasm occurs at full
speed, running through her body, making her tremble, growl and lament.
When it's over, Mildred steps up, a smile brighter than the sun, and takes the
trembling body of Constance in her arms, holding her, soothing her in a
grateful protective embrace.

What is happening to her? It feels like all the broken pieces are remodelling
together, but as the same time, she feels like she hit rock-bottom, painfully.
What happened? So devoted to the reputation of the Academy, yet undeniably
dependent of Mildred's care.
What would become of Mildred if this story is revealed? Slowly, her eyelids
blink, trying to reintegrate the reality of this lyrical event. Constance
gently pushes Mildred away in order to breathe more easily. The smile she sees
is blissfully pure. Constance re-covers her thighs submerged in lust, replacing
the black fabric of her dress against her legs. Mildred understands the anxiety
that overwhelms Miss Hardbroom and she whispers in her ear.
"I've always wanted to do this, to satisfy you. Thank you for letting me,"
Mildred cups Constance's cheek, something at the tip of her tongue she wants to
asks.
"Could I wish for more? I ... I wish for your pleasure, again...» Mildred
continues, unashamed of her voracious wants. Mildred smiles, playful and
harmonious.

Astonished and shattered, Hardbroom bursts into a melancholy laugh while
showing Mildred an injured look.
"You have done enough, Mildred Hubble. I'm so sorry, I don't know what to do.
We can't go back, I…I… seem to have lost my mind!" Constance is holding back
tears. Immediately, Mildred holds Constance's face, looking directly at her
soul.
"Oh, no, please. Don't, don't cry. You want this, probably as much as me. We
can't go back, you said so yourself. Let's take advantage of this, oh please
let us continue. Don't you see my consent? My desires? Don't you feel the
pleasure inside you?" urges Mildred.
Defeated and relieved, Constance truly sees the consent in Mildred's pleading
eyes.
"You really want this to continue?" asks Constance. She can't believe she even
phrased that question.
Mildred invites her to continue by laying kisses against her neck, the
wonderful and delicious skin. Hardbroom, perplexed by this prominent arousal,
by its ongoing urge, starts to relax into its feeling. Mildred continues to
spread her kisses to the length of her elegant neck, an affection that
influences Miss Hardbroom to respond to these caresses with moans. Intoxicated
by the rhythm with which Mildred explores her body, Constance is lost again.
This is when Mildred joins their mouths and sticks her lips against hers,
forcing her tongue inside her wet mouth. Hardbroom grows a gasp of surprise,
becomes confused in hesitations, as if she's daydreaming. The brunette
continues her affectionate pace. Her soft hands stroke Hardbroom's thighs
again, sliding her fingers under the wrinkled dress, finding themselves forming
sensual circles on the warm thighs.

Constance groans strongly, an electric shock passes through her body again.
Quietly, their bodies are guided in the direction of the bed, prompting Mildred
to stretch under her. With a knowing look, permission granted, Constance
focuses on their bodies working together. She stares at Mildred, who
relentlessly wishes for Constance's mouth, approaches, opens her mouth and lets
herself be devoured by Mildred's. Here she is, wildly frightened yet aroused to
the point of madness, in bed with a pupil. Constance Hardbroom becomes insane,
out of control.
"You have me damned! Since the beginning, you've been part of my thoughts,
invading, never wanting to listen to me, driving me insane. Now you are leading
me to this, to sleeping with you, to lose my mind…" Constance goes on and on,
being vocal about her foolishness, knowing in a way that it’s pleasuring
Mildred.

Enclosed, the bodies dance, they kiss skin and sweat. Mildred kindly pulls
away, takes Constance's hands and slides them over her own body, urging her to
caress everywhere she can have access to. Following Mildred's orders, delighted
with this proposal and, in her madness, she carefully slips a hand down and
begins to stroke Mildred's soaked lips. The student's hips move on their own,
following every single burning touch. Hardbroom buries her face in the crook of
Mildred's neck while Mildred takes one of Constance's breast in the palm of her
hand, stroking and embracing. Mildred moans and smiles, happy with this
affection, opening more and more her legs, offering access to her teacher.
Hardbroom chokes when she comes in contact with the damp heat, all the wetness.

In response, Mildred spreads her legs and guides the generous hand to her
opening, helping her to enter two fingers at her preferred rhythm, Constance
being passive and a spectator of what her hand is creating between Mildred's
legs. Mildred pushes two of Hardbroom's fingers slowly and softly inside
herself, who begs to be filled. Constance opens her mouth to breathe, but she
is not able to recognize anything in life other than Mildred's pleasure. So
lost, so fallen, so delusional. To Mildred's demand, the fingers adopts a
faster rhythm. The sounds it creates, wet and vibrant and jubilant…Mildred's
dance gets quicker, harder, Constance's pounding steadier, and Mildred comes
hard, as her hips move forward and back against the fingers that come in and
out of her sex. Feeling the orgasms filling Mildred with all its energy,
Constance utters a deep cry of sympathy, her pace is slowing down. Waiting
until Mildred's breathing is slowly back to normal, Constance carefully
withdraws her slender fingers and presses her forehead against the exhausted
stomach of her student.

"Thank you, thank you so much..." Mildred whispers, happily and drowsily,
almost falling asleep, a content smile on her lips.
A surge of tears confuses her thoughts, invades her eyes. Small convulsions run
through Constance's body, confused with pleasure and anxiety.  
"Is everything alright Miss Hardbroom?" questions the half naked student.

Constance awkwardly snorts, tries to shake off the fatal images of the bottom
of the abyss that comes to mind. She embraces the worried woman with her long
arms. Against her forehead, she gives a protective kiss.

Can Constance really answer that question? What is right? What is wrong?
What does this young woman know, this student who constantly succeeds in
avoiding getting expelled. This student who escapes punishment, always
forgiven. This student who saves the school from all tragedies. Mildred will be
forgiven for this excess of passion, she will be forgiven. This thought itself
reassures Constance. For once, she absolutely does not want Mildred to be
punished for this. She isn't the one to blame, isn't she? Is there blaming to
be done towards the teacher? The figure of authority, the person in charge who
advocated control, standards, discipline, failed in her own system. Hardbroom
denatured, in contradiction, in transgression.
Mildred, not receiving any answers from Constance, who seemed frozen in place,
sleepily leans up to kiss her teacher's cheek. This seems to bring Constance
back to the present.

"Actually, what is more important, is how you are feeling, Mildred. Is
everything alright?" Constance inquires, being gently stroked by Mildred's
hand.
"Oh, yes, definitely, and you look so sublime..." Mildred's last words are
mumbled, as she has fallen asleep peacefully.
Straightening up on her feet, Hardbroom tranquilly gets off the bed. She
readjusts her tight dress, staring at the floor, the shadows of her silhouette
seemingly overwhelmed and exhausted. All at once, Constance Hardbroom wants to
ask for forgiveness, for a time turner, for absolution, for also for
reiteration. Admiring Mildred's sleeping body, she makes sure the covers are
replaced to keep her warm. Constance draws a weaken smile and disappears to her
own room.  

She falls to her knees, touching the cold floor with her guilty hands. The void
is mortifying. With Mildred's persistence, Hardbroom is falling. Casual and
carefree, Mildred Hubble continues to occupy her existence, her mind, her body.
She bursts into uncontrollable tears and collapses into her bed. But she dreams
of Mildred, of smiles and warmth, and hopeful tomorrows.
***** Hecate Hardbroom *****
A soothing blackness ascends on Cackle's Academy. The castle sleeps deeply in
this complete silence. Its interior is inanimate, but only a teacher can be
heard, strolling in corridors. Hecate Hardbroom, dressed in her typical
pyjamas, also wearing a black dressing gown, raises a lantern to illuminate
where she is walking. She conducts her night tour through the corridors leading
to the student dormitories.
Hecate hears unusual noises that looks like escaped groans. Realizing that
these are intimate sounds, she cannot help but hurrying up towards the corridor
that leads to these revealing sounds who happens to be groans of students, of
witches who are probably making love. Suddenly, recollections of entwined women
come to her mind. These are vague memories of her past. Hecate is intrigued by
these noises, getting stronger and stronger, and she confesses to herself that
it is impossible to prevent the girls of this school from having sex together.
Captured by the harmony of these sighs, she remembers old loves and cannot hold
back a shy smile forming on her lips. Nevertheless, the emanation of pleasure
comes from Mildred Hubble's room. Hecate freezes when she realizes it. Who else
could make so much noise shamelessly? In a dilemma with her emotions, Hecate is
thinking about how to approach this. She must continue to make the discipline
prevail and advocate chastity on this school ground, knowing it's only a
pretend. Here, in front of the heavy wooden door of Mildred's, Hardbroom feels
sorry because of what she is about to do. As head deputy, she must make her
disapproval known. Alone in the darkness of the corridor, Hecate is unable to
decide on her next step, feeling her cheeks blush to the realization that
Mildred might be alone. Hecate recognize that Mildred is masturbating on the
other side of the door. Perplexed, Hardbroom fails to react. Powerless and
shameful for slightly being excited by this discovery, the teacher turns back
and returns to her room, lets Mildred be.
***
This is the beginning of the week and a snowstorm falls on the school. The
classes are cold and the students are not paying attention. During the Potions
class, Mildred seems to be in a trance in front of the instructions and
movements of Hardbroom, who seems to lack in sleep. The student succeeds in all
the required practices while her companions always try to accomplish the
difficult incantations. Hardbroom notices this improvement on the part of
Mildred but fails to congratulate her directly. So she gives her a vague
congratulation, a murmur lost in the sound of ice and snowflakes smashing
against the window. Ashamed, Hardbroom is incapable of looking directly at
Mildred without imagining what she has heard the night before.
Towards midnight, the snow gust does not dissipate. Despite the temperature
that cools down the corridors, Hardbroom follows her duty to supervise the
school. Trying to convince herself that she isn't following her desire for
voyeurism, she leads a tour of surveillance. Hardbroom isn't true to herself,
since her walk takes her directly to the specific door she has long observed
yesterday. On the other side of the wall, her underestimated student, once
again, offers similar noises. Short moans, movements on mattress. The
temperature allows Hecate's breathing to become visible through light puffs.
The winter storm refuses to completely reveal the entity of the nocturnal and
intimate sounds. From the tips of her fingers, Hardbroom launches an
enchantment that amplifies the level of sound. Thus, it allows the teacher to
distinguish the words murmured by Mildred who masturbates again. Immediately,
Hardbroom covers her mouth with a trembling hand, preventing her breath from
materializing in the icy air. She finds herself outraged yet excited and seems
to be fixated there, her ear on Mildred's dormitory door. The student can be
heard touching herself under the covers. Various images take over Hardbroom's
mind. She imagines sensual chest being visible beneath the thick cloth and
Hecate distinguishes droplets of sweat that pears down on her neck. Between
Mildred's thighs, it is possible to hear her fingers playing in wetness,
entering her sex with an irregular rhythm.
"Oh, ... Miss Hardbroom ..." murmurs Mildred between short breaths.

Miss Hardbroom is mortified. Is she revealed? Impossible. Mildred is unaware of
her unlawful presence.

"Oh ... ooh, you're so ... magnificent! " she continues, increasing her
movements.

Mildred's hand rubs more fanatically until her whole body is tense by the
intensity of an orgasm. Hardbroom stiffens her own body, thighs firmly pressing
against each other, breathing deeply through her nose, her lips so determinedly
closed together to the point of hurting. The teacher isn't sure what she's
holding back. Words of punishment? Words of indignation? Words of pleasure?
Receiving the last waves of ecstasy, Mildred nonchalantly withdraws her hand
and falls asleep. For a long time, Hecate remains fixated, painfully studying
the scene. Afflicted by her lack of respect and by her infringement on a
student's private life, Hardbroom retires off to her headquarters. Although, as
soon as she falls on her own bed, Hecate cannot contain a powerful orgasm that
spans through her whole body and that fiercely plunges her into an insatiable
level of ecstasy.
***
The following morning, the snow has stabilized and the students took advantage
of the opportunity to have fun outside. The teachers decided to join them. All
of them noticed the absence of Hecate who prefers to stick to her potions. On
the other hand, even in class, everyone also noticed her evasive and unstable
behaviour, worse than usual. Still lacking sleep from the previous night,
Hardbroom ignores the presence of Mildred and prefers to avoid it instead of
scolding her for her usual blunders, to everyone's surprise. In her presence,
Hecate merely imagines all sorts of obscenities unintentionally. Is that silly
girl also masturbating between classes? Is she thinking of adopting such a
lifestyle each night, obeying her impulses, disregarding all standards? This
simple reflection gives her a pinch in her lower belly, she also notices her
underwear getting wet. Never has she been in this state. Never. Not even in her
adolescence. Maybe Hecate envies Mildred?  
Nevertheless, discipline and standardized behaviour must be respected.
Hardbroom is not supposed to be a witch that encourages sexuality inside the
school walls ... let alone when it comes to her own sexuality, and especially
towards a teenager! Haunted by her thoughts, Hardbroom does not notice that
Mildred is currently standing in front of her.

"Miss, these past weeks, I've made rigid efforts to please you. I hope it has
not gone unnoticed," questions the student.

"No ... of course not, Mildred Hubble. You have left me exceptionally satisfied
of your performances lately," answers the teacher.

Hardbroom chokes at this absurd exchange, trying not to blush at the credulity
of her words.
***
Lying on her bed, unable to find sleep, Hardbroom refuses to allow herself a
surveillance escape in the corridors. Her slender body is soaked with sweat
following her imaginations of what Mildred might be up to. Surely, a student
couldn't masturbate every night? This simple idea provides in her lower abdomen
prohibited fireworks for a person of her status. Her long fingers vigorously
caress her clitoris to the rhythm of Mildred's images. Her purple satin pyjamas
bottom is soaked in her enjoyment. Suddenly, it becomes impossible to
distinguish imaginative moans from the accurate ones, as if Mildred's
lamentations are rising from afar in her dormitory to reach her teacher's mind.
Discipline, standards, self-control ... Hardbroom refuses to listen to what the
sweet voice on the other side of the castle grows.

Yet, against her own will, Hardbroom's impulses and an uncontrollable craving
pushes her to teleport herself in front of the mature body of Mildred, directly
beside her bed, and Hecate fails to catch her breath as she contemplates
Mildred's caresses. Similarly, the student moans the name of her superior and
it becomes unbearable to simply stand there and endure this scene. Deciding
that this whole situation becomes grotesque, Hecate clearly appears before
Mildred, not knowing that while she reveals her presence, she also reveals her
aroused state, the hardness of her nipples through her clothes, her dishevelled
hair, her damp hands and her tight lips. The luminous appearance of her
silhouette has promptly interrupted Mildred's impulses, who fails to hide the
compromising position of her body.
"Girl!" barely shouts Miss Hardbroom, out of breath.

Mildred straightens up, pulling out her hair that falls on her wet. She endures
the dark and rigid, but not cold, glance of Hecate, who merely fixes her
deeply, as if she were looking for logical interpretations of this unexpected
unfolding. Despite her teacher's presence, Mildred is suffering from her
imminent orgasm, escalating inside her, against her own will. Her face reveals
her state, despite herself, and she aches.
How dare she, how could she? Why would Miss Hardbroom impede on the student's
pleasure in such a cruel and inexcusable way?
"You desire me, Mildred?" questions Hecate with coldness, as if she needs the
confirmation.
Mildred answers with short moans, immediately sliding her hand back inside her
pants, against her pubis. Noticing her student's blatant and brazen move,
Hecate's whole body warms up, but she maintains control.
A shrill whine is heard and, on this, Mildred closes her eyes and opens her
mouth, which causes Hardbroom to let out a grunt of excitement that she
absolutely had to hide but couldn't. She can see, covered by the blanket,
Mildred's fingers enter and disappear inside her sex at a steady pace, until a
slowdown. As her orgasm fades, the hand stops its agitation to rest against the
bed. Both women remain silent, Mildred with pink cheeks in front of a heavily
breathing Miss.Hardbroom who is incapable of hiding her arousal. Mildred, in
her awkwardness, smiles at her teacher with embarrassment and mischief.
"Enough of this. It is the last time you act on these thoughts of yours. I
won't tolerate more," mumbles Miss.Hardbroom, sounding more destabilized than
furious, before disappearing instantly.

***
At the end of the potions classes, Hardbroom prefers to slip away rather than
physically walking to the exit door among her students. It means that Mildred
has no chance of speaking to her, either to explain herself or to apologize.
Hardbroom also avoids the Staff Room. Disgrace and abjection are the
qualifications and terms that she employs in reference to her own previous
actions. To reduce herself to that point, sleepless, loosing concentration, all
in the name of sex? To be reduced to the practice of masturbation and to a
perverse connection with a student. A student who always manages to make her
feel all the possible emotions? From exasperation to frustration, from surprise
to awakening.
 
***
The night is quiet and the corridors are immersed in an unbeatable silence.
While turning the pages of her potion book with a distant finger, her desk lit
by a lighted candle, Hecate identifies a noise at the door. A delicate and shy
knock. It is easy to recognize who dares to come and disturb her. With a
gesture of wrist, the door opens. A small female figure stands in the doorway,
her usual braids detached. Hardbroom gets up from her seat and steps forward in
front of the trespasser.
Before Hecate has a chance of speaking, Mildred clings to the long and dark
body of her superior and dares to rests her head against her generous breasts.

"Why do you never pay attention to me, how come you hate me so much," starts
Mildred, as if she's suffering from a somnambulist behaviour.

Hearing this plaintive voice, Hardbroom recognizes how much Mildred is not
quite an adult. But in collecting her modest curves, she also notices with
humiliation how much Mildred has the body of a woman.
"Do not be so silly, fool! Surely you are in a delusional state, let me escort
you back to your room," comments Hecate.

With gentleness, Hecate resolutely repels Mildred, despite her trembling limbs.
Mildred seems in a trance and refuses to leave. Her manners are reduced to
slowly move her hands down on Hecate's sides, caressing her hips. The teenager
begins to rub herself against her teacher's long legs, through the fabric of
her nightgown.

"Oh, please, Miss Hardbroom, continue to notice me, do not start to ignore me,
oh how much your silence hurts...I prefer your coldness," confesses the younger
of them.

Hecate tries to distinguish this mischievous girl behind this silhouette in
need, she really tries to remember the Mildred who usually constantly
disappoints her, but she also recalls only the powerful witch who has saved the
school many times. Presently, this same student is slowly, delicately, dancing
on her body, trying to undress herself in her deputy's office.
"Girl, stop this nonsense… I am your figure of authority, it is absolutely
impossible for me to continue this delirious act ... or to even think of
touching you ..." Hecate says, a little breathless, trying to put an end to
this, as difficult as it is to resist to the female body discreetly moving
against her own.

"Oh please, I am begging you, I need this so much, just like yesterday. This
will be the last time, I can't help myself…if only I can get rid of this
aching," admits Mildred.
Hecate abdicates her disapproval, knowing to well the pain of that spiteful,
hollow feeling of emptiness and seclusion. Mildred breathes Hardbroom's essence
as she presses her face against her stomach. Hardbroom releases an instinctive
grunt. Through her magic, she forces the door to lock itself. Accepting this
scenario comes with rules, which is no touching, it means that Hecate has to
remain distant. She retreats, backs away from Mildred's embrace, so as not to
be in contact with her pupil's body, but basically it only gives her a better
view of her student who is impressively aroused. Squirming, Mildred timidly
caresses her own thighs, loyally staring through the dark eyes of Hardbroom who
can do nothing else than observe what will unleash. Mildred seeks her teacher's
endorsement. Forgetting her own principles, the standards that the school must
follow, Hardbroom responds to the vital demand by acquiescing in a nod. Hecate
consents.

Mildred happily closes her eyes and begins to pull off her panties, but
Hardbroom chokes at such a bold gesture.

"No, no. Keep them on. It is impossible for me to ... to touch you, or see you.
Get on with it as soon as possible and leave," urges the professor.
On this, contradictory to her engagement, Hardbroom takes a step towards the
quivering and impatient body. Her dark lips are parted, she breathes against
the face of Mildred who seems to enjoy the heated puffs. They continue to
stare, as Mildred slips her hand inside her panties and starts rubbing herself
in front of her teacher. An earthquake shatters Hecate's beliefs, destroying
everything she thought she knew about herself, her own identity and her morals.
Because she actually mumbles a spell, and following this verbal incantation,
Mildred's face tightens from pleasure. Hecate actually smiles. She smirks from
witnessing the first waves of a magically provoked orgasm. The magic formula
acts against Mildred's pubis; it caresses, nibbles, sucks, licks as a hot mouth
would. The student grabs the black sleeves of Miss Hardbroom, and by this
support, she comes with her mouth opened, her cries quieted. Hecate, who has
remained motionless, keeps smiling. The magic formula stopped.
Mildred has to swallow breaths before straightening up and recovering for the
intensity of the provoked pleasure.
"Are you alright?" genuinely asks Hecate, holding Mildred's face between her
warm hands.
Mildred's smile is satisfied, happy, loving. Culpability stings Hecate's
heart. 

"Mildred, do not worry. After all those years, I am not ignoring you, I notice
you more than you could imagine, although I am in a position that makes this
impossible to occur again. Please, never ask for me in this way, ever again."
Hecate's words seem harsh, but her tone is soft and pleading.

With the fingers of one hand, Hardbroom raises Mildred's chin.

"Now that you had what you wished for, go back to your room, please, and let me
be," she adds.

Through tired murmurs, Mildred thanked Hecate and disappeared to her room.

How to claim to be the witch who demands perfection, restraint and
professionalism? Impertinent, Hecate Hardbroom cannot remain a reference as a
prototypical witch. She is cursed, damned by attending to the sexual wants of
her body and for being weak to her student's needs. What has she done?
 
***
She dedicates all of her nights to concoct potions, trying not to go to sleep,
incapable of pushing away her fantasizes. She recalls the body of her former
lovers while walking in the corridors, daydreaming. Hecate thinks she's losing
her mind, her perspicacity, her discernment. But what is the most painful, is
all these nights resisting Mildred when she discerns from afar the young voice
calling out her name, over and over.
Something seems broken in Hecate, she can no longer resist.
Tonight, in the first real warm night of this long winter, not reflecting on
the consequences of her actions, Hecate appears spontaneously in front of
Mildred for a second time, in her bedchamber. Mildred, who is lying under her
blanket, does not seem surprised by her teacher's arrival. The older witch's
unbuttoned nightgown reveals her usual black dress. From the sight of it,
Mildred happily sighs. Hecate's long brown hair is cascading down her body.
Hardbroom remains motionless, breathing hard and audibly. A volcano erupts
inside her, mixed emotions, ambitions, needs.
"Stop claiming me this way, Mildred. Do you know what it does to me? Do you
have any idea? It scares me to death!" the trembling voice declares.
Following these words, Mildred lifts up her hand, inviting her teacher to get
closer. As she does, she sits up, revealing her naked and soaked thighs. Hecate
can actually smell her arousal.
"It's alright, Miss Hardbroom. Everything will be alright. We are not harming
anyone," Mildred desperately wants to convince her professor.
Regardless of her pupil's clear invitation, Hardbroom strongly resists the urge
to approach her and soak her lips in the salty river beneath the covers. She
clenches her fists with all her strength, but Mildred continues to invite her
with a promising look. Hecate is burning up.

"Stop playing with my mind. I told you, I absolutely cannot touch you,
Mildred," she declares, her body so tight she might break in pieces. 

"Can you at least watch me, like last time?" Mildred asks.
"No", her statement is clear.
"Please, it won't be long, you'll see." Mildred promises.
On this, Mildred quickly puts her hand back between her exposed thighs and her
fingers against her lower lips. It's too much. Hecate feels like dying and
being born again at the same time. These aggravations can no longer last.
Suddenly, with despair and arousal, Hardbroom raises her arms in the air and
throws a charm at Mildred. The young adult finds herself being weightlessness,
feels herself getting out of bed, floating in the air before standing on her
feet. Unstable, stunned and delighted, Mildred looks at Hardbroom, who is now
lying against the cement wall and beckons her to quickly join her.

With small steps, her face illuminated from joy, Mildred approaches the
seductive body of Hecate. Then, as if the world does not exist apart from the
two of them, the teacher pulls up her black dress up to her hips, revealing the
white skin of her older thighs. The student is speechless, amazed by the sight
of the invitation in front of her. Hecate's immense, dark, impatient eyes are
saying Go on, hurry.
With softness, Mildred spreads her legs and settles against one of the thighs
of Miss Hardbroom, looking for friction, rubbing her sex on the soft pale skin.
As she does, a moan of disbelief escapes Mildred's lips.
"Hold on to me," Hecate suggests, not daring to touch the body directly. 

Obedient, Mildred allows herself to lay her head on the collar of Miss
Hardbroom's dress, paying extra attention to her heavy breathing. Her breasts
are welcoming and lovely and everything Mildred hoped for. Her hands are firmly
holding her teacher's shoulders. Thrilled, obsessed, Mildred continues her
cadence. From top to bottom, she rubs her vulva along the firm pale thigh. In
contact with wetness, Miss Hardbroom is chewing on grunts of pleasure. In her
heart and body appears bright and fluorescent colours. From seeing and feeling
Mildred clinging to her neck and shoulders and thighs, Hecate is doing
everything in her power to prevent her from caressing her student.

The muscles of Mildred's thighs become stronger as her movement accelerates and
her pleasure intensifies. Her hips are rocking against the long thigh of
Hardbroom who holds back from supporting her. The sensual rhythm completely
consumes Miss Hardbroom who takes pleasure in wet and warm friction. She
moistens her lips with her tongue, eyes still closed in order to concentrate on
keeping her hands to herself. Mildred stands on the tip of her toes and lays
kisses against Hardbroom's chest, kissing her breasts through fabric with
passion.

Hecate feels herself gradually disappearing somewhere, out-there, where only
sounds and feelings and movements coexists. Where nature is urging her to grunt
in satisfaction, moaning because everything feels so exquisite, so beneficial,
so true, so good.

It is impossible to combat this level of sexual satisfaction. Hardbroom lets
out a low, powerful moan before deciding to raise her leg higher, helping
Mildred's clitoris gaining more contact with her skin. They both create a
sudden cry, expelling all the power of Mildred's orgasm. Her thighs clench
around Miss Hardbroom's, and a long electric shock passes through her body.
Hecate is lost in pleasure. To her surprise, before she even registers what
happens, Mildred pulls her thighs away from her teacher's glistering leg and
she kneels to Hecate's center.
Time and space collide, and Miss Hardbroom forgets how to function. She is
passive under Mildred's ministrations. In vain, she tries to grab anything to
avoid her from losing balance and falling, but she has fallen already, and
there is no bottom.
Mildred gently tilts her head toward the black underwear in front of her.
Hecate unintentionally lets out a long proclamation, a mix of frenzy and fear
when she feels the nose and the mouth of Mildred on her pubis.
"Oh, Miss, I knew you would smell so good, it's intoxicating…" Mildred smirks.

It's Hecate's downfall. The bottom is unattainable, her fall is eternal. Miss
Hardbroom is dizzy, disorientated, does not manage to accumulate the necessary
strength to stop this madness. Her arms are at either side of herself, her
hands remain opened, flat on the wall behind her, leaving her vulnerable body
to the delectable attention of Mildred. Instinctively, her magnificent pelvis
is dancing towards to the hungry mouth that salivates against her. Mildred's
delicate fingers toss aside the panties to gain access to the delicious river.
Her tongue slips between the labia and suddenly plunges into the wet
accumulation that Hardbroom still tries to deny. Hecate stops breathing, her
heart forgets to pump blood. She feels deliriously good, totally intoxicated by
this astonishing situation, her body shivering under the embraces of the novice
tongue. She tries to resist, but her quick moans are speaking for themselves,
under the slenderness of a mouth so attentive. She still resists, especially
when Mildred closes her lips against her clitoris and begins to suck it
carefully. Instantly, Hecate tries feebly to struggle, her consciousness in
confrontation against her instinctive cravings, the latter seeming to prevail.
Hardbroom manages to hear the slightest sounds produced by her pupil's generous
mouth and she becomes almost hysterical. Her bare legs lose resistance, she
opens them even more, giving Mildred all the access she wants.
"Oh, girl ! ... I, must, not! This, is not, who I am!", Hecate cries between
whimpers of pleasure, not being able to dislodge herself from this submissive
position.

But Mildred refuses to listen to her, prefers to follow the language of her
body, and continues to caress with her whole tongue the swollen lips of her
professor. Her teacher's face often so firm and shadowy becomes intense, ardent
with her mouth half open that never ceases to whimper as her orgasm approaches.
Years, years, years of sexual frustration overtaking her. When Mildred's hands
meet her hips in order to stabilize her, Hardbroom's orgasm occurs at full
speed, running through her body, making her tremble, growl and lament.
When it's over, Mildred steps up, a smile brighter than the sun, and takes the
trembling body of Hecate in her arms, holding her, soothing her in a grateful
protective embrace.

What is happening to her? It feels like all the broken pieces are remodelling
together, but as the same time, she feels like she hit rock-bottom, painfully.
What happened? So devoted to the reputation of the Academy, yet undeniably
dependent of Mildred's care.
What would become of Mildred if this story is revealed? Slowly, her eyelids
blink, trying to reintegrate the reality of this lyrical event. Hecate gently
pushes Mildred away in order to breathe more easily. The smile she sees is
blissfully pure. Hecate re-covers her thighs submerged in lust, replacing the
black fabric of her dress against her legs. Mildred understands the anxiety
that overwhelms Miss Hardbroom and she whispers in her ear.
"I've always wanted to do this, to satisfy you. Thank you for letting me,"
Mildred cups Hecate's cheek, something at the tip of her tongue she wants to
asks.
"Could I wish for more? I ... I wish for your pleasure, again...» Mildred
continues, unashamed of her voracious wants. Mildred smiles, playful and
harmonious.

Astonished and shattered, Hardbroom bursts into a melancholy laugh while
showing Mildred an injured look.
"You have done enough, Mildred Hubble. I'm so sorry, I don't know what to do.
We can't go back, I…I… seem to have lost my mind!" Hecate is holding back
tears. Immediately, Mildred holds Hecate's face, looking directly at her soul.
"Oh, no, please. Don't, don't cry. You want this, probably as much as me. We
can't go back, you said so yourself. Let's take advantage of this, oh please
let us continue. Don't you see my consent? My desires? Don't you feel the
pleasure inside you?" urges Mildred.
Defeated and relieved, Hecate truly sees the consent in Mildred's pleading
eyes.
"You really want this to continue?" asks Hecate. She can't believe she even
phrased that question.
Mildred invites her to continue by laying kisses against her neck, the
wonderful and delicious skin. Hardbroom, perplexed by this prominent arousal,
by its ongoing urge, starts to relax into its feeling. Mildred continues to
spread her kisses to the length of her elegant neck, an affection that
influences Miss Hardbroom to respond to these caresses with moans. Intoxicated
by the rhythm with which Mildred explores her body, Hecate is lost again. This
is when Mildred joins their mouths and sticks her lips against hers, forcing
her tongue inside her wet mouth. Hardbroom grows a gasp of surprise, becomes
confused in hesitations, as if she's daydreaming. The brunette continues her
affectionate pace. Her soft hands stroke Hardbroom's thighs again, sliding her
fingers under the wrinkled dress, finding themselves forming sensual circles on
the warm thighs.

Hecate groans strongly, an electric shock passes through her body again.
Quietly, their bodies are guided in the direction of the bed, prompting Mildred
to stretch under her. With a knowing look, permission granted, Hecate focuses
on their bodies working together. She stares at Mildred, who relentlessly
wishes for Hecate's mouth, approaches, opens her mouth and lets herself be
devoured by Mildred's. Here she is, wildly frightened yet aroused to the point
of madness, in bed with a pupil. Hecate Hardbroom becomes insane, out of
control.
"You have me damned! Since the beginning, you've been part of my thoughts,
invading, never wanting to listen to me, driving me insane. Now you are leading
me to this, to sleeping with you, to lose my mind…" Hecate goes on and on,
being vocal about her foolishness, knowing in a way that it’s pleasuring
Mildred.

Enclosed, the bodies dance, they kiss skin and sweat. Mildred kindly pulls
away, takes Hecate's hands and slides them over her own body, urging her to
caress everywhere she can have access to. Following Mildred's orders, delighted
with this proposal and, in her madness, she carefully slips a hand down and
begins to stroke Mildred's soaked lips. The student's hips move on their own,
following every single burning touch. Hardbroom buries her face in the crook of
Mildred's neck while Mildred takes one of Hecate's breast in the palm of her
hand, stroking and embracing. Mildred moans and smiles, happy with this
affection, opening more and more her legs, offering access to her teacher.
Hardbroom chokes when she comes in contact with the damp heat, all the wetness.

In response, Mildred spreads her legs and guides the generous hand to her
opening, helping her to enter two fingers at her preferred rhythm, Hecate being
passive and a spectator of what her hand is creating between Mildred's legs.
Mildred pushes two of Hardbroom's fingers slowly and softly inside herself, who
begs to be filled. Hecate opens her mouth to breathe, but she is not able to
recognize anything in life other than Mildred's pleasure. So lost, so fallen,
so delusional. To Mildred's demand, the fingers adopts a faster rhythm. The
sounds it creates, wet and vibrant and jubilant…Mildred's dance gets quicker,
harder, Hecate's pounding steadier, and Mildred comes hard, as her hips move
forward and back against the fingers that come in and out of her sex. Feeling
the orgasms filling Mildred with all its energy, Hecate utters a deep cry of
sympathy, her pace is slowing down. Waiting until Mildred's breathing is slowly
back to normal, Hecate carefully withdraws her slender fingers and presses her
forehead against the exhausted stomach of her student.

"Thank you, thank you so much..." Mildred whispers, happily and drowsily,
almost falling asleep, a content smile on her lips.
A surge of tears confuses her thoughts, invades her eyes. Small convulsions run
through Hecate's body, confused with pleasure and anxiety.  
"Is everything alright Miss Hardbroom?" questions the half naked student.

Hecate awkwardly snorts, tries to shake off the fatal images of the bottom of
the abyss that comes to mind. She embraces the worried woman with her long
arms. Against her forehead, she gives a protective kiss.

Can Hecate really answer that question? What is right? What is wrong?
What does this young woman know, this student who constantly succeeds in
avoiding getting expelled. This student who escapes punishment, always
forgiven. This student who saves the school from all tragedies. Mildred will be
forgiven for this excess of passion, she will be forgiven. This thought itself
reassures Hecate. For once, she absolutely does not want Mildred to be punished
for this. She isn't the one to blame, isn't she? Is there blaming to be done
towards the teacher? The figure of authority, the person in charge who
advocated control, standards, discipline, failed in her own system. Hardbroom
denatured, in contradiction, in transgression.
Mildred, not receiving any answers from Hecate, who seemed frozen in place,
sleepily leans up to kiss her teacher's cheek. This seems to bring Hecate back
to the present.

"Actually, what is more important, is how you are feeling, Mildred. Is
everything alright?" Hecate inquires, being gently stroked by Mildred's hand.
"Oh, yes, definitely, and you look so sublime..." Mildred's last words are
mumbled, as she has fallen asleep peacefully.
Straightening up on her feet, Hardbroom tranquilly gets off the bed. She
readjusts her tight dress, staring at the floor, the shadows of her silhouette
seemingly overwhelmed and exhausted. All at once, Hecate Hardbroom wants to ask
for forgiveness, for a time turner, for absolution, for also for reiteration.
Admiring Mildred's sleeping body, she makes sure the covers are replaced to
keep her warm. Hecate draws a weaken smile and disappears to her own room.  

She falls to her knees, touching the cold floor with her guilty hands. The void
is mortifying. With Mildred's persistence, Hardbroom is falling. Casual and
carefree, Mildred Hubble continues to occupy her existence, her mind, her body.
She bursts into uncontrollable tears and collapses into her bed. But she dreams
of Mildred, of smiles and warmth, and hopeful tomorrows.
 
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