‘Because you seem to have excellent stamina, I’m going to fast forward you to one of our most challenging positions. Lie flat on the desk, please.’
I climbed up and let
my body take up the full length of the desk, smoothing the flimsy apron rather compulsively over the spot Damian had stupidly marked.
‘Now I need you to lift your bottom and put your legs in the air.’
I braced my hands in the small of my back and levered my coccyx up, watching my knees rise above my face. Fortunately, this position caused the little strawberry mark to disappear into the fold of skin it created at the crease of my thigh, even though my apron rode straight up and pooled in my belly.
‘Now spread those legs in a good wide V shape. Show me everything you have there.’
I parted my knees, opening my cunt and, lower down, my anus. I shut my eyes briefly. Would His Lordship be able to tell that certain fingers had been there recently? If he noticed, he said nothing.
‘Now, bend your knees. I want you open to the very fullest extent.’
I strained to bend myself into the required pose, completely and inescapably displayed.
His Lordship made me grip my ankles with my hands and ordered me to hold this pose – which was already telling on my thigh muscles – without moving until the timer went off.
‘We call this Full Display. It’s what you’ll be doing at tonight’s supper party. You’ll be the centrepiece. Of course, it’ll be a little more complicated than this. Penetration of orifices may be involved, and you’ll be available for all the guests to handle and toy with.’
Now I was seriously wet, leaking down into the crack of my arse.
He noticed, and leant over to breathe hot beads of steam into my cunt. I longed for his tongue to dart out and flick my clit, but he wouldn’t do that.
He took a long sniff and stood up, frowning.
‘Very ripe,’ he said. ‘I’d almost think you’d been recently fucked. But of course I know that can’t be the case. Can it?’
‘No, sir.’ But my heart was banging and I momentarily lost grip on one of my ankles, letting it wave wildly in His Lordship’s face.
‘That’s one fail,’ he said calmly. ‘We’ll deal with that at the end of the session.’
To my utter relief, he dropped the subject of the state of my pussy and sat back down, inches away from my rude exposure, and began fiddling about with his android phone.
The pose was much harder to sustain than the kneeling. My thighs and arms began to shake in pretty short order, and hard as I tried to concentrate on breathing, I was soon struggling.
Before the timer went off, His Lordship remarked that I seemed to be having difficulty, but I shouldn’t worry because tonight I would be cuffed into position. He rattled the metalware on the desk in a sinister fashion.
Just as the timer blared, I let my ankles drop with a resounding thud, letting out a gusty sigh.
‘The timer is a signal for me, not for you,’ admonished His Lordship, transporting me eerily back to my classroom again. ‘That’s two fails. Get up, stretch, and then I have some homework for you.’
From a large walk-in cupboard, he dragged an old-fashioned school desk and bench affair, complete with inkwell, slate and chalk.
‘You’ll need your school uniform,’ he noted, dragging out a plaid skirt and white shirt.
‘Oh … no!’ I froze in mid-stretch and shook my head. ‘I can’t do schoolgirl role play. I’m sorry. It’s just too weird for me.’
He stared.
‘Because of my job,’ I explained, though I hadn’t ever told him I was a schoolteacher. ‘It feels too wrong. Too taboo.’
‘That’s a safewording then,’ he said after a stunned pause.
‘Fine. So be it.’
‘You don’t mind sitting at a desk, though?’