Obedience Lesson

 Obedience Lesson

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

It's the first lesson of the New Term for Miss Bellini.

Summary

It's the first lesson of the New Term for Miss Bellini.

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Submitted: March 04, 2016

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Submitted: March 04, 2016

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It’s the first lesson of the new term. I look out at the class. Mixed ages, no doubt mixed abilities. There weren’t many, some had dropped out after the first introductory class. Granted what I was asking them to do wouldn’t be everyone’s cup of tea.  I was willing to whip them into shape, literally if I had to. There were understandably first day nerves, embarrassment. Not knowing each other. I do nothing to put them at ease.

Sorry I should introduce myself.  I’m Miss Bellini. Miss B or just Miss if you’re particularly struggling. I know it can be hard to form words when you’re being pushed to the extremes of pleasure.

I’m dressed elegantly. A plain fitted dress that zips up at the back. He kneels in front of my shoes. Shoes I have to say are my thing – each new term I get a new pair. Special. ‘Not for walking in’ as my best friend says. I don’t walk in them at all. I stand at the front of the class. Teaching or ordering if you like. I bought an old tiny village school and run, how shall we say, special classes from it. I’ve redone some of the furniture- still looks a bit like a school with desks all facing mine. They’re specially made desks though, like old school ones but bigger for adults to sit at. The floor slopes so I can see exactly what is going on under each of the desks. Behind my desk there’s a cushioned platform.  

Where were we? Oh yes- I admire the class and then turn my attention to the man kneeling at my feet. At the same time I take in his lithe body. He’s nude. Sorry, forgot to say. They all are.

“Introduce yourself then I want you to remove my knickers and hand them to me” I instruct and eager to please his hands dart up my dress whilst grinning like a loon.

“I’m Simon, I’m thirty five and from Grimsby”

“Slow down, don’t be so fucking eager.”  I slap my crop against my desk. The crack shocks everyone upright.

He looks hurt, drops his eyes and hands. It’s a delicious picture, makes me wonder if I should take pictures or film these lessons. It seems a glaring oversight.

Starting from my ankle he traces a couple of fingers up looping high around my thigh. Thumbs dig in massaging the underside of my arse cheeks, hooking a finger slowly inside my lacy knickers.

“Oh yes! That’s perfect”

His confidence bolstered he starts to tug.

“Nooo Simon. Take them off slowly”

He leans in and puts his nose between my thighs smelling me. He looks up longingly as he does and hovers his head carefully so he doesn’t get too far and overstep the mark. He is very good.

They tug down over my bottom. It feels delicious. He leaves them above my knees. It’s a nice touch. This one will go far. He looks up for further instruction. I ignore his gaze. He hasn’t finished my first instruction yet. He leans forward and runs a tongue up between my thighs, pushing my dress up as his hands slide up. His mouth hovering over my sex. Open. Expectant. His cock tall and proud. I feel his breath as if he’s gasping over my clit. My cunt clenches.

I stare down. He reads my gaze and removes the knickers slightly more. They’re visible now to the rest of the class peeping under my dress. He hooks his arms up around my waist and lowers his lips to the back of my knee. French kissing it. My legs buckle briefly. Fucking hell top of the class already for him.

He gazes up again. Lust and longing in his eyes. I meet it with a steely gaze although the glistening between my legs is sending a much different message to him. His tiny smirk tells me he sees it.

“Are you enjoying this?” I stare at his hardness and raise an eyebrow at him.

“Yes thank you Miss Bellini” he meets my eyes as he says it. Dark lust filled eyes and he hooks my knickers under his thumbs as he lowers them further. They are in a little puddle round my ankles. I’m not lifting my feet so I watch him as he wonders what to do next. Will he dare ask me, Miss, to do something?

I let him think as I survey the class. Predictably they’re all hard under their desks.

“Can I borrow your scissors please Miss B?” he asks.

I slide my desk drawer open and rummage through it and hand him a pair. First day and he’s going to cut the pants off me? Fucking hell.

There you go Simon. I hand them to him. And sure enough he does two quick snips one on the left and one on the right and hands me my knickers and then the scissors back.

“Thank you Miss Bellini.”

Thank you Simon very good work. I make a mark in my book next to Simon’s name, not like I’m going to forget that in a hurry though. I think you need to come for detention after class, for now back to your seat please.

I should fill you in about detention. At school it was for bad behavior and I suppose in a way it still is here but it’s seen more of a reward for when you’ve been good at being bad. I’ve got a team of teachers at the school, there are some very specialist areas and I don’t profess to be an expert in everything and besides I haven’t got the energy to keep up with all of them. I do however always take detention regardless of which class you got it in – and I was definitely going to be taking Simons detention later...

 

His knock on the door after break startles me. I stand by my desk.

“Come in please”

He enters and stands in front of my desk.

“Now Simon you know why you’re here don’t you.”

He nods and smiles naturally and says “Yes Miss B”

“Come here please.”
He walks towards me and I start to remove his clothes, quickly and efficiently from the top down, his trousers tent immediately. I shiver with anticipation. I still have my dress on but obviously no knickers.

“Now I’m going to fuck you Simon but I don’t want you to talk. Go and lie on the bed please”

He wanders off and I follow him as he lies down on the bed and I kneel between his legs.

“Use me Miss.”

“I said no talking.” I raise my eyebrow at him as I say it.

I lift the skirt of my dress and lower myself onto him. We both gasp. I start to move my body over him, slowly fucking his delicious cock.

“Ride me hard Miss”

I stop immediately. Get up and head over to the classroom bin to retrieve my cut knickers.

I ball them up and pop them in his mouth

“I don’t want to hear your noise.” God but I want his hard cock. And I am going to use him and make myself come. “No more noise and don’t come until I say.”

He presses himself up and I press down and we grind together slowly. I pick up the pace but prolong it as much as I can to enjoy his rock hard dick until I feel myself about to lose control. He spits the knickers out soaked now in his saliva.

“Sorry Miss my cock is going to explode with the pressure.”

I forget he’s new to this.

“OK. Come but quietly”

He doesn’t.

He sits up and growls deeply, grips my waist. My own orgasm just about to take flight as he tenses and roars from the back of his throat, his judders setting me off again as my pleasure tingles through my thighs and clenches my teeth. Heads together as we come. Breathing in time. Mouths open next to each other. Gasping the last throes.

I collect myself immediately. Stern faced.

“I said quietly and I said no talking. You need taking in hand and possibly extra tutoring. I’ll draw up a schedule and discuss it with you first thing tomorrow.”

“Thank you Miss”

I sit down at my desk, remove a small silver hip flask and swig the fiery whisky.

All in all, I thought, a very pleasant first day of term.

 

 

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Nina X


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