Lessons From the Professor

She ducked her head, and he grabbed her chin.

“You are mine to care for, do you understand me?”

“Yes, Professor.”

“Good. I want you to come to me

with any issues you have, Sutton.”

She nodded as she squirmed on his lap.

“You’re uncomfortable.”

“It’s disconcerting baring my soul to you. I feel exposed and vulnerable.”

“That way lies the path to true freedom. You’re beginning to give yourself over to me. Do you trust me to make the proper decisions?”

“Yes, but it’s not… easy to make the transition.”

“I know, but you’re doing quite well.”

“You’re pleased with me.”

“Yes, I’m very proud to be your Dom. Are you ready to take the next step in your training?”

“I think so.”

“Next time we play then. For now I want to hold you.”

He nuzzled her neck as she relaxed against him once more. Next time he would show her how to please him.

“Sutton?”

“Mhmm?”

“If you want this to work, you can’t lie to me like that again.”

“I understand.”

Chapter Eight

Sutton was sitting at her breakfast nook when shame and confusion hit her like a ton of bricks. Sidney had brought her to tears a few nights ago with his spanking. She loved it. What kind of person enjoyed something like that? For the first time since they’d entered their agreement she found herself questioning her new arrangement. If anyone in her family found out what she was doing they’d have her committed. Good girls did not lie over their boyfriend’s lap while he paddled them until they cried and they came close to orgasm. For a moment there she had hit the plateau of sub space Leigh had mentioned. Nothing had mattered but the pleasurable pain that had taken her away from all the stress and drama of reality.

Even now her panties were moist from the thought of being paddled again. She rubbed her thighs together and nibbled on her bottom lip as her core began to throb with need. Sidney had told her not to orgasm until she saw him again. She thought about disobeying him, but knew he’d be able to tell. The man was like a human lie detector. Besides, Sidney was headed over to her place after work tonight. Sutton had danced around the topic of spending time in her condo, until he told her in a frank manner he wouldn’t be anyone’s secret. Carissa had overnight plans with Michelle, so the timing was perfect.

There had been a spark of emotion behind Sidney’s words that made her want to question him about his past. She’d refrained, because the time hadn’t been right, but soon her Professor would have to relinquish some of his mystique and open up. He was an intriguing man. To curb her anxiety she stood from the stool and moved around the house checking last minute details. The rooms were tidy; the wine was chilled; and the lasagna was in the oven, on its way to being a nice golden brown. She had a loaf of garlic bread ready to slice and toast and a salad tossed and resting in the fridge.

The doorbell rang, and she smoothed down her coral pink sheath before she went to answer the door.

“Hi,” she said. Her stomach exploded with butterflies. She still felt like they were going on their first date.

“Hello, love, how was your day?”

“Wonderful, because for once I wasn’t at work.”

Sidney stepped inside, pulled her into his arms and devoured her mouth. Her body became boneless as her legs grew weak, and he supported her weight. Their tongues dueled, and she whimpered as his hand crept up her skirt. His fingers stroked the outside of her folds, before he parted her lips to access the honeypot that overflowed with her excitement.

“Good, you obeyed my rules. Did you touch my pussy over the past few days?”