Physical Education (14 page)

Lucy felt her voice stick in her throat. For someone always so self-assured, she felt awfully not in control at the moment. Maybe it was because Clarissa had caught her in a weakened moment, asleep and unaware.

“Nooo,” she barely got out.

“Good, because I wasn’t planning on going anywhere.”

Clarissa’s light fingers brushed against her nipples as she kissed the back of Lucy’s neck. With each long lash of Claire’s tongue, Lucy moaned. At the vocal encouragement, Clarissa twisted one nipple between her thumb and finger, rolling it along the soft pads. At the same time, she bit down on the back of Lucy’s shoulder, sucking the sensitive spot. Claire rubbed her pelvis against Lucy’s ass.

“Like that, do you, headmistress?”

“Oh, yes,” Lucy said. She turned her head, catching Claire’s mouth with hers. Their hungry tongues mingling, searching, getting to know the rhythm and taste of each other. Claire tasted sweet, as if she’d been eating licorice before falling asleep.

The knee between Lucy’s legs pressed up, splaying her legs further apart. Clarissa reached down and petted her on the outside of her panties. “What color?” she asked?

“What?”

“What color are your underwear tonight?”

“A pale pink.”

Lucy could literally feel Clarissa’s fingers hovering over her private area, as if she was processing the information that she had just provided. Yes, she may wear black leather and lace at almost all times on the outside, that simply was part of her persona, her “dress code.” Underneath it all, she often chose to go frilly.

“Not exactly what I suspected,” Claire said, “but I like. I’ll have to see you in them later.”

Lucy wasn’t quite sure where Clarissa was getting her strength from at the moment, but the woman in bed with her was drastically different than the one she had seen in her waiting area earlier this evening. Damn, she was different than the one that had been walking around campus like the undead this session. She’d possessed no fire. Now…

“Whoa, hold on,” Lucy said, as Claire sunk two fingers under the waistband of her underwear and found that slick sensitive spot between her legs.

“What’s the plan here?” she asked, trying to re-gain some semblance of control. Did she want to make love with Clarissa? Would she be taking advantage of her? Lucy was the older woman. Lucy was the authority figure. Yet, it seemed like Clarissa held the proverbial reigns.

“When’s the last time that you were spanked, Ms. Lucy?” Claire asked with an obvious growing excitement in her voice.

As Lucy thought about the question, the wetness between her legs increased. In truth, it had been a long, long time since she had relinquished absolute control.

* * * *

As Ms. Lucy went stiff in her arms and started stammering protests, Clarissa’s desire flared up further. Something told her that it was time for the teacher to learn a lesson.

Without waiting for the headmistress to respond, Clarissa grabbed a few pillows from the top of the bed and positioned them beneath Ms. Lucy’s hips. In the darkness, she ran her hand along the arched curve of Ms. Lucy’s ass. If she was going to do this right, she needed some light to see. She took a guess and reached over to the bedside lamp next to her side and switched on the light. A warm rose-tinted light infused the room, and she took in the deep mauve and amber-toned color scheme, which created a rich and inviting atmosphere.

Turning back to her mission, Clarissa took in the sight before her. Ms. Lucy had not dared move from her raised position. Her muscular ass raised higher than her head, a deep blush complimented Ms. Lucy’s complexion. Her lush waves of red hair cascaded over the light mauve sheets, and Claire couldn’t imagine a sight more delicate and attractive. Her pulse quickened with an attraction she’d never felt with her fiancé Mario. This beauty. This dominance. That’s what she truly craved. Not a man or family that dictated her own desires.

She slid back over the silky covers and slipped her fingers beneath the corners of Ms. Lucy’s light pink underwear – such a contrast to the woman’s strong outside persona – and pulled them over and off.

“First of all, these need to go,” she said.

Slipping a hand beneath her captive, she felt the woman’s arousal. “So wet. Is this for me?”

When Ms. Lucy did not respond, Clarissa brought an open hand down on her ass. A loud
smack
broke the silence of the room, and Ms. Lucy bucked against the pillows.

“When I ask you a question, you will answer me,” she said, punctuating her statement with another smack. “Do you understand me?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?” she said, continuing with the etiquette spanking lesson.

“Yes, ma’am.”

Clarissa set the stage for what was to come. That evening, Ms. Lucy was going to learn a lesson that she most likely soon wouldn’t forget.

“Good. Now, are you in charge of the safety and well-being of the students at San Francisco Sex University?”

“Yes.”

“Would you say that you were negligent with my safety, and that of others, which resulted in our kidnapping?”

With her hand against Ms. Lucy skin, she could feel the hesitation before the woman answered. Clarissa wondered what the headmistress was thinking.

“Yes, I was,” she admitted.

“And for your actions, or in-actions, would you agree that you need to be punished?” Clarissa continued.

“Yes, ma’am.”

That was all that Claire needed before setting off on a spanking spree. In her S&M classes, they had studied the fine art of a bare handed spanking. The key was a few quick successive smacks in one spot, bringing an almost instant redness to Ms. Lucy’s fine skin, and then switching to the other side. She targeted her efforts to the plump little curve and could only imagine Ms. Lucy sitting the next day, remembering the events of the previous night.

With each spanking, Ms. Lucy’s pelvic area ground into the pillows beneath her, and soon they were both breathing heavily. Clarissa sensed Ms. Lucy’s growing abandonment as she lost herself in the feeling.

Clarissa stopped the spanking, and rubbed her hand along the ridge of Ms. Lucy’s ass, feeling the enticing heat.

“Now, I don’t want to hear you coming before I give you permission. Do you hear me?” Claire asked, taking the dominant role the even further.

Ms. Lucy simply whimpered her understanding.

“For some reason, I have the feeling that you might have a few toys in here. Where are they?”

Ms. Lucy’s eyes went to the drawer of her nightstand. Opening it showed off a treasure trove of vibrators, lubricants, a few spanking tools and some dildos. “Quite an assortment you have here,” she said in a teasing manner. “This is kind of what I was hoping for.”

She held up a double-headed dildo. One that she could slide into herself, and then it would allow her to royally fuck Lucy. Clarissa had never actually used one of the devices, but the concept alone excited her. Tonight, she fully understood what it meant and felt like to be in control. It was a lesson that the S&M instructors tried to drill into her and, finally, she got it.

Although they were both plenty wet, Claire reached back in the drawer for some lubricant. The K-Y Warming solution probably would add a nice touch, she thought, rubbing it over her end of the dildo.

She slowly inserted the dildo into her own pussy, relishing the feeling of fullness and the power she felt with the light purple fem-cock jutting out from between her legs.

“Next time I might fuck you from behind,” she said, climbing back onto the bed, “but tonight, I want to see you come face to face.”

* * * *

Claire removed the pillows from beneath her hips, and then she rolled Lucy over onto her back. Lucy’s face felt flush from the excitement. As her sore ass rubbed against the sheets, she moaned. She opened her eyes and drank in the stance of Claire kneeling above her. She looked so confident and sure of herself. Her eyes shone bright with strength and passion. Her blonde hair hung in a disheveled mess from her previous exertions. Lucy realized that she could very well love this young woman. She longed to suck on the nubs of her breasts, but Claire was running this show.

“I’d like you to suck my cock. Get it good and wet before I fuck you,” Claire ordered. She moved closer to Lucy’s mouth, nudging her lips with the dildo. Lucy opened her mouth, taking in the plastic until her lips barely touched Claire’s sex. She could smell her arousal, and Lucy longed to instead be licking Clarissa’s pussy. Lucy pulled back and licked up the side of the dildo, juicing up the synthetic cock. When she reached the base where it entered Claire, Lucy flicked her tongue up and over, targeting the younger woman’s clit. She found the succulent button and puckered her lips around it, flicking her tongue quickly over the hard pebble.

As Clarissa reached down, winding her hands through Lucy’s hair and holding her steady, Lucy smiled internally. Past the point of being turned on, the woman bucked beneath the ministrations of her mouth. Not ready to relinquish her control quite yet, Clarissa retreated, bringing Lucy’s head up to her level and kissed her deeply.

Claire then maneuvered Lucy back, bringing up one of Lucy’s knees, and positioning the dildo at the opening of her pussy. “Are you ready for me?” she asked.

“Oh, yes,” Lucy replied. As the woman pushed her faux-cock inside of her, she sighed at the pleasant fullness. Each penetrated, their bodies met in the middle. Claire began to grind her own pelvis against Lucy’s: Clit against clit. The dildo wasn’t firm enough to thrust into each other. Instead, the soft, pliant material supplied the feeling of being stretched open and added to the sexual pressure as the rhythm increased.

The fervor of their kisses increased, and Lucy quickly felt her own orgasm coming on. She’d held it off for so long, she didn’t think she could last much longer. Claire’s own cries had increased, and then Lucy felt her stiffen within her embrace. To push Claire’s release even further, Lucy grabbed onto the woman’s ass and thrust up. That final moment sent her over the edge, too, and her climax rocked her body and freed her mind. Each of their movements continued to send the other aftershocks of pleasure, until they both lay still and sated.

Clarissa pulled off Lucy and slowly drew the dildo out of her own body. Then, she settled behind Lucy and turned off the light. The warmth of Claire’s body pressed up against her back.

With a self-satisfied sigh, Claire said, “From now on, I think I’ll be sleeping with you.”

Ms. Lucy relaxed into the young woman’s arms.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Amanda woke up in her bunk to a babble of excitement and the weight of someone sitting on her mattress. For a moment, panic set in, and she didn’t know where she was or how she had gotten there. She knew children often fell asleep and could be transported from one place to another – her niece Kayla was like that – but she had no memory of returning to her bed. Must have been pure exhaustion. And then she focused on the reassuring smile of her tribe mate Monica.

“Hey, look who’s back and awake,” Monica said. “We’ve missed you.”

She reached out and grabbed Mandi’s hand, giving it a gentle squeeze and holding on.

“We were worried about you.”

“Thanks,” Amanda said, sitting up and looking around. “It’s good to be back.”

Heading toward them was Yvette, and leaning against the hallway stood Clyde. To describe the look he was giving her, she could only think of “glowering,” and then he flashed a half-hearted smile and walked off shaking his head. Some sort of connection flittered through her mind and then was gone.

Wearing a brilliant purple summer dress with a ruby-red scarf tied around her waist as a belt, Yvette literally brought color to the room.

“Ms. Wilkinson, I hope you slept well. You’ve got a bit of catching up to do,” she said, in lieu of a greeting.

Amanda had been a bit concerned how everyone was going to treat her. Shit, forget about that. She wondered what everyone knew about her situation. But, it seemed like she’d gone on a brief vacay and was now back. If that’s how they wanted to play the game, that was be fine by her. She didn’t really want to dwell on the events of the past week. Or rehash them with every person she talked to.

“Ready to get to work,” she told Yvette. She swung her legs over the side of the bed and stood up quickly. A bit too quickly. The room swayed, and everything lost its vibrancy. Slender yet strong arms wrapped around her, and she took in the smell of spring-fresh apple orchards.

“Steady there,” Yvette said. “Don’t rush yourself too much.”

She helped her sit down on the bed and brushed the hair back from her eyes. As she made eye contact, Amanda took in that Yvette did know what had happened. She was simply letting her set the pace.

“Thanks,” Amanda said, taking in a few deep breathes. “Maybe I’ll try that standing up thing again, but more slowly this time,” she joked.

“If you like, I can bring you back something for breakfast,” Monica offered.

“I’ve had enough solitary confinement to last a while,” Amanda said. “Just give me a moment, and I’ll be ready to go.”

Monica took that statement as a gesture to leave. “I’ll save you a spot in the dining hall,” she added before going.

Now that they were alone, and the other tribe mates had started leaving for their day’s activities, Yvette took a more serious note. “I was told that Claire and most of the others chose not to come back. Are you sure you’re ready to be here?” she asked.

“Where else would I go?” Amanda returned. It wasn’t like she was destitute or homeless, but she also didn’t have a brilliant job and life waiting for her return. “Plus, I started something here, and I’d like to be able to finish it.”

Sizing up her determination, Yvette seemed to take Amanda at her word. With a simple nod of her head, the matter was settled.

“If you feel uncomfortable with any of the lessons, or need more time for something, you know that you can come talk to me or Ms. Lucy,” she said. “We don’t want to put you in a position where you don’t want to do something.”

She’d barely gotten out of bed, and already Amanda was being coddled. What happened to the tough, kick-ass instructors who had started off the summer with her? Now, she was being treated like she was some sort of breakable virgin.

“I’m sure I can handle whatever you’ve got,” she said.