Page 78 of Taming His Teacher

I hand her one of the clean bandanas that’s also kept in the drawer and loop her leash around her neck so it won’t make her stumble. “You know what to do. On your knees, go.”

“Yes, Zach.”

She sinks prettily to the floor and takes the folded square of cloth between her teeth, returning a minute later with the damp cloth in her mouth.

“Kneel down.”

She sits back on her heels, hands resting on her knees. This is familiar and she’s settled into the routine, the expectations. I reach for the cloth and she lets it go, tonguing a drop that had settled by her mouth. From that tiny act, I’m hard as hell for her. Not that I haven’t been throbbing with want for her since she came in, but goddamn, hermouth. I hadn’t been sure how I was going to have her after this, but her lips wrapped around my cock is going to be a good start.

I shake out the damp cloth and then roll it into a ball, telling her to open up. When she does, I press it between her teeth.

“Okay?”

She nods and her fingers flex on her knees. I take another bandana and knot it in the middle, laying it over her mouth and tying it snug behind her head. She leans into my hand as I stroke her cheek when it’s in place.

Show time. Her shoulders have settled down and though her fingers are curled on her knees, she’s not panicky. Until I reach for my belt.

It’s like I’ve turned headlights on a deer in a driveway. Her eyes go big, her chest collapses and her fingers dig into her thighs. I’ve unclasped the buckle and as I slide the leather through the loops, her eyes follow every inch, getting wider until the end slips through the last loop. But she hasn’t cried out, there aren’t any tears, and she hasn’t moved an inch to make her safe signal. Such a sweet little obedient thing.

I unwrap the leash from around her neck and tug her toward the bed.

“Bend over.”

She stands and drapes herself over the side, toes grazing the floor, arms framing her head as she’s been taught. I direct her to lift her head and place a pillow under it. She hugs it gratefully. Someday she’ll be able to take a strapping without it, her palms and fingers resting flat on the duvet, the chair arm, the dining room table, wherever she’s being punished. For now I’ll give her this comfort. I drape the leash so she can see it and she squirms, earning a slap to her flank I don’t have to explain.

When she’s settled I run my fingers over her back, making my strokes firmer until she’s calm, supple under my hands.

“You’re going to get half a dozen strokes, Erin. You were supposed to apply to be the Chair. We decided together and you broke that promise. I take the commitments I make to you very seriously and I expect you to do the same. When you don’t keep your word, it tells me you disrespect me, that I can’t trust you. I’m disappointed in you.”

Tears are leaking from her eyes. She’s had enough. I want to make a point; I don’t want to crush her.

“You’ll take your punishment, you’ll finish your application and send it in. Then this will be over. Are you ready?”

A nod shakes a tear off the track running down her cheek and the first blow falls. I warm her up with a light spanking and she settles while her skin pinks up and my palm starts to tingle. The tears have stopped and her eyes are glossy. The tears aren’t far away, but this is soothing, not scary. When I’ve got her ass a nice, even shade, I run the leather of the belt over her cheeks and she shivers, clutching the pillow tight under her head.

“Hold on, lamb.”

I press a hand into the small of her back before I step away, wrap the clasp end of the belt into my palm and lay into her. The first crack of the leather makes her jump and shriek behind the gag, but she doesn’t let go and she doesn’t use her signal. Another stripe with the same result and she closes her eyes. By the time I’m done, her rib cage is heaving. If that pillow were alive when I started, she would’ve crushed the life out of it.

Her ass is the nicest shade of red. I hope I’ve hit her hard enough to leave an unpleasant sting on her cheeks while she’s finishing her application but not so hard there’ll be much bruising. I’ve got a good measure for these things but I haven’t used a belt on her before and her skin is so sensitive.

“That’s six, love. You’re done.” I run my hands over the wide welts and then up her back, soothing her. I untie her gag and pull the wadding from between her teeth. When it’s out, I can feel and hear her sobbing. I climb up onto the bed, lean against some pillows, and tug at her leash. She double-times it into my lap, straddling me, throwing her arms around my neck. Then she buries her face between my neck and shoulder, the wetness of her tears hot on my skin, which is flushed with a small amount of effort but mostly desire.

I talk to her while she cries. I don’t tell her to hush—she needs to get it out, that catharsis she’s never been allowed—but I comfort her, let her know I’m here, tell her how well she did while I massage her jaw that must be sore from having been gagged. When the storm raging inside her has blown itself out, her sobs turn to sniffles, and I pet her hair.

“Better?”

There’s a beat of silence and she stiffens under my hands before she holds me tighter. “Yes, Zach.”

“I know.”

That’s when she rocks against me. The motion is like the striking of a match and my blood is gasoline. My body goes up in flames for her. The second press of her pussy spread wide against my cock, even through two layers of fabric, is hot. I can’t take it anymore.

I disentangle her from around me and order her to the floor. She hasn’t wiped her tears away and her face is flushed and wet when she settles back on her heels and looks up. “What do you want, lamb?”

“I want… I want…”

“Speak up, love.” I toy with her leash while she works up the nerve to say it out loud, every passing second making me harder for her.She’s going to say it. She’s going to say it for me.

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