Learning to Yield (Power Exchange Academy - Submissive Center/Master's School) (8 page)

Ashley heard her own sharp intake of breath as he pinched her nipples, first one then the other. Already hard, they tightened even more, until they were sharp painful points on her breasts.

He amused himself playing with her for what seemed like ages - tugging the nipples until her breasts were pulled to points, rasping them with his thumbs, squeezing her breasts in his hands.

Once or twice, she made a whimper of pain, but he ignored it. Her skin was hot and pink, ultra-sensitive by the time he'd had enough. Warmth had spread throughout her body, wetness coated her inner thighs.

"Good." He said, taking his hands off her and stepping back.

Ashley was so focused on his attentions on her breasts that took her a moment to come up from her heady daze. For a moment she swayed unsteadily. Then she recovered her senses.

"Now turn around," said Master Phillip. "Lift your skirt so I can take a look at your ass."

She turned away from him, and raised the back of her skirt, bunching the fabric in her fingers. A quick sideways glance in the mirror confirmed her face was as pink as her tender breasts. She looked away and focused on the floor.

Somehow, standing here with her skirt hitched up in the back was almost worse than if she'd just taken it off completely. It dawned on her why this was. He was drawing out her humiliation. Getting a good look at each new part revealed, making sure she knew everyone was watching her.

Knowing it didn't help.

He stared at her for a minute, letting her squirm a little in her discomfort. Then she felt his hand on her ass. He gave it the same treatment as her breasts, squeezing handfuls of her flesh, pinching and mauling. He slapped her gently, laughing to himself as she jumped in surprise.

"Take it off." He said. "Leave it on the floor."

She closed her eyes for a moment as she slowly unzipped the skirt. It didn't come straight off - she had to wiggle her hips to pull the skirt down over them. It fell and pooled around her feet.

He came up close and for a moment she thought he would touch her again. Longed for it - even if that touch came with pain.

But he only murmured in her ear. "Now bend over."

"Yes, Sir." She breathed without thinking.

"
Master.
"

"Yes, Master."

With mingled shame and arousal, Ashley did as he asked. She bent from the waist and put her hands on her knees. When he told her to spread her legs wider, she did.

Her ass was up in the air, her legs open wide and her pussy exposed. She could only imagine the view he was getting - and everyone else too. Were the other subs watching her with as much pleasure as she had watched them? What about... what about Mr. Morgan?

The thought of him seeing her in this position was mortifying, yet satisfying in some strange way. Was he turned on, watching her? Was he looking at her as closely as Master Phillip was, perhaps wondering what he would do if he was in Phillip's place?

The dom's first touch at the base of her tailbone made her jump.

"Keep still." He scolded, swatting her on the ass just hard enough to sting.

His warm fingers traced down along the cleft between her cheeks. He brushed over the tight pucker there, causing her to tense - and he chuckled at her. Then he took his hand away, reached underneath her.

As he ran his fingers along her slit, she shivered. She could feel how slick she was, almost dripping.

"Oh, you're really enjoying this, aren't you?" He said.

"Y... yes, Master." She whispered, having trouble forming words.

"In fact, I think the whole room can see what a slut you are."

His words her like a slap in the face. She'd never much liked that term. She couldn't deny that right here, right now though, it sent a funny thrill through her. That only added to her shame. Luckily, it seemed like something she didn't have to answer, so she was silent.

Phillip explored her with his fingers, taking his time. He spread her open, looking closely. He pulled on her swollen outer lips and pinched her clit, making her bite her lip and moan aloud.

After he had explored every inch of her mound and her lips, he delved a finger inside her, slipping easily into her wetness.

She groaned again, clenching around him. It felt so good.

Master Phillip hummed in appreciation. He withdrew his fingers, and Ashley whimpered, willing him to put them back. She wanted - needed - for him to keep touching her.

She squirmed, shifting in her awkward, spread position, waiting. She suddenly heard moist sounds and recognized that he must be licking his fingers.

"You taste delightful." He told her. Then he pressed up against her, leaning over her so that he could bring his fingers to her face. "Taste." He demanded.

It brought back memories of the one other time she had been made to do this. She had found it intensely erotic then, and it still was.

Ashley opened her mouth and he quickly pushed his fingers in. She obediently licked them, cleaning them of her own juices as he looked down at her.

His erection pressed against her hip, a hot, hard bulge. The thought of her affect on him - the enjoyment he got out of dominating her - only added to her torment.

She moaned around his fingers, absently tonguing them. Suddenly, she felt his free hand stroke her ass.

He moved it back down to her aching pussy. His fingers - two of them - entered her,  even as she still licked his other hand.

Ashley  moaned, and he took the fingers from her mouth, grabbed her by the jaw and held her there.

"You like this, don't you?"

"Yes Master," she answered fervently.

His fingers pushed deeper inside her, withdrew, roughly stroked her clit for a moment. She whined, her pleasure building. She didn't know how much longer she could stand it, but even if she were able to form the words to express this, suspected it would only encourage him to tease her more.

"What are you?"

She paused, mouth open, for a moment as she processed the question. The hand around her jaw squeezed just a little harder, urging her on. He roughly pumped his fingers inside her, stroking her inner walls.

"I'm a slut." She answered, squeezing her eyes closed.

"Look at me when you say it."

Ashley furrowed her brow, angry and ashamed that he could do this to her - but she opened her eyes.

He was bending over her, his handsome face just visible. His fingers skillfully toyed with her, making it hard to concentrate. She was panting. Out of breath. Her legs shook, and she tried desperately to hold back the climax she knew was coming.

"I'm a slut." She repeated while looking at him, unable to keep the frustration out of her tone.

A slow smile spread over his face. He let go of her jaw, and her head sagged, hair falling in a curtain around her face.

He grabbed her hip, holding her firm. Bent over her back as he thrust his fingers in and out. In a voice too low for anyone but Ashley to hear, dripping with lust and pleasure, he spoke. "If I could... I would take you right here."

It was too much.

She tensed and squirmed, trying to get away. Then helplessly cried out. It was too late. She couldn't hold it back. Frustrated, embarrassed tears stung her eyes, and she shuddered and moaned loudly as her orgasm hit.

Extra Credit

Five minutes later, Ashley was waiting outside Mr. Morgan's office.

Still warm with the glow of release after her embarrassing yet satisfying climax, she tried in vain to calm her racing heart.

This was it - she would finally get some time alone with Mr. Morgan. Pity it was under such circumstances. Had she really envied Vanessa's trip to his office yesterday?

She'd been an idiot. He was going to punish her, and it would probably be as humiliating as the inspection had been. And despite being curious about certain kinks, Ashley had never understood how pain could be sexy.

She'd been shown the way by Juliette, who had orders not to talk to her. A quick smile was all the assistant offered in the way of comfort, before walking away, heels tapping on the floor.

If Ashley thought she was nervous before, this was far worse. She was still naked - except for her shoes which they had made her put back on, and as instructed, she was kneeling in the wait position, legs parted and head down with her hands behind her neck.

She was out in the hallway where anyone could see. All she could do was hope no one came by. As well as a couple of dungeon-like rooms, they had passed a few closed doors on the way here. She didn't know if other classes or people shared the building, but she suspected they did.

Minutes crawled by, and Ashley shifted uncomfortably. Her knees were aching, her face red and her eyes stinging with unshed tears. Was the class over yet? Karen was the only one left, and surely she'd finished her inspection by now. Was he making her wait just to add to the punishment?

Leisurely footsteps were coming down the corridor. Ashley resisted the urge to look up, even though she desperately wanted to.

It was him. His worn leather boots stopped right in front of her. Even as frustrated and anxious as she was, she was relieved to see him.

After a moment's pause where she could feel him looking down at her, Mr. Morgan opened the office door, holding it wide.

"Come in, Ashley."

She started to get up.

He growled a reprimand, and she briefly glanced at him he held out a hand to stop her. "Did I tell you to stand?"

It was his usual smooth deep voice, calm rather than angry. Still, Ashley flinched, moving doubtfully back into her kneeling pose.

"Um, sorry Sir, I -" She spluttered, looking at his feet.

"You may crawl."

She paused. That, she hadn't been expecting. But she was desperate to please him, so she dropped to her hands and knees and began to crawl through the open door.

She had to bite her lip against the discomfort it caused her knees, and when she saw the thick red rug in his office she wanted to shout with happiness. As soon as she put her knees on it she felt instant relief, and let out a sigh of pleasure.

"Kneel in front of my chair." He told her.

There was a red upholstered chair to one side, at the edge of the rug. Ashley made her way there and knelt, sitting on her calves and putting her hands behind her back.

He moved about the office for a minute. She heard cupboards opening and closing and papers shuffling. Finally, he walked in front of her and sat down, crossing his ankles in front of Ashley's eyes.

"I want you to look at me from now on." He said.

She raised her eyes, pleased to have the chance to look at him. He was leaning forward in the chair, elbows resting on his knees and fingers laced in front of him.

Since he was just looking at her, she felt free to admire him for a moment. His broad, prominent cheekbones, his strong jaw. She hadn't seen him up close very often - certainly not
this
close.

She noticed stubble on his jaw that hadn't been there yesterday, and could see the color of his eyes. They were pale brown, with flecks of gold, and they stared at her as though trying to read her thoughts, as though he could see right through her.

"So what do you have to say for yourself?" He asked.

Ashley thought for a moment, trying to sort through her racing thoughts, to figure out what he wanted her to say.

"It's an easy question." He said. "Answer me."

"I didn't know I wasn't supposed to."

"But you had some idea."

She thought about it for a second. "Yes, Sir," she admitted, her lower lip trembling. "I suppose I did."

"And yet you did not ask for permission to come. Did not tell your dom it was about to happen."

"I'm sorry, Sir." And she really did feel guilty.

He held up a hand in a gesture of silence. "You will have a chance to apologize properly in a moment."

She nodded and was silent, wondering what came next with a mixture of dread and anticipation.

"Did you notice your dom was a bit more forceful in his inspection than the others?"

Her brow furrowed as she considered this. "No... Sir, I wasn't thinking about anything other than the moment."

He nodded. "Fair enough. The fact is, you indicated you are a bit of an exhibitionist. This session was intended to push the students' boundaries just a little. So we had to take that into account and go a bit further with you."

Thinking about it, she could see his point. "I understand."

"I must say you performed well, despite your inhibitions about your body and your initial reluctance to repeat certain words."

If it had been possible to blush any more than she already was, Ashley would have done it. She looked down at the floor, her heart swelling at the compliment and a secret smile on her lips. "Thank you, Sir."

"If you look away from me again," he said mildly, "I will have you blindfolded for your next classes. Believe me when I say it will make things
much
harder."

She made herself look at him, forced herself to keep eye contact.

"Your dom rated you quite well." Mr. Morgan continued mildly. "He enjoyed the way you reacted to the humiliation."

She nodded.

"However, that doesn't excuse your infraction. It's something that simply must be made an example of. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Sir."

"I'm glad we are in agreement. What do you think I should do about it, then?"

"Whatever pleases you, Sir." She answered, feeling quite proud of herself for her phrasing.

He chuckled. "Good answer, but I want to hear your thoughts."

"I..." Ashley sighed. "I deserve punishment, Sir." She knew it was the answer he wanted to hear. Anyway, perhaps it would be enough to help her have some self-discipline in the future.

"My thoughts exactly." He sat up, and leaned back in the chair. "Go to the cupboard over there. Since you were honest about your need for punishment, I will let you choose the instrument."

She was about to get up, but remembered in time that he hadn't instructed her to. So she crawled around his desk to the cupboard up against the wall.

It was glass-doored, as high as her shoulder while she knelt, and held a rack of hanging instruments of punishment. Her hands started to tremble as she carefully opened the doors.