Christina’s whole demeanor changed. It was if her entire body let out a sigh of relief and she finally relaxed. Selena could almost read her mind. It was telling her to calm down, she wasn’t the only one and she wasn’t being shoved out into the public eye for scrutiny.
“I have to get that video,” she told Selena.
Selena nodded again. The two girls developed a plan.
That night, the two girls arrived at Carl’s place well after dark. The surprise that registered on his face when he opened the door and saw the two of them standing there was priceless, but it quickly turned sour.
“You girls should not be here,” he said, looking around as he stepped outside the door.
“Oh, Carl, you are so silly,” Selena said as she ducked under his arm and into the door. Christina followed her inside and he quickly made his way back in and shut the door.
“I didn’t know the two of you knew each other,” he said.
“Well, we didn’t,” Selena responded. “You could say you introduced us. You know, it’s the funniest thing, but Christina here had no idea she was a movie star. She found it very interesting.”
Selena saw Carl’s jaws tense as he looked from one of them to the other. There seemed to be certain sadness behind his dark brown eyes.
“How many others are there, CARL? How many female students have you tricked into letting you fuck them however you’d like and then ignored afterward? Did you think that it wouldn’t eventually bite you in the ass?” Christina asked. Carl looked genuinely hurt by her comments.
“It’s not like that. There are no other girls, at least not students. What happened with each of you was a fluke and I’m not proud of it. That’s why I’ve not tried to pursue it further. Do you know how much trouble I can get into if the college found out about this?” he said solemnly. He turned his gaze to Selena.
The girls had been prepared to be angry and inflict their wrath on their piece of crap professor, but there was something about his tone that caused them to second guess their condemnation of his actions. They exchanged a glance as he continued.
“Look, I didn’t know who Christina was when I met her online and when she showed up looking like she did, I admit that I just couldn’t help myself. I mean, look at her. I know it’s a weak excuse, but I couldn’t resist her. I had already made arrangements to videotape it. I love watching that video because I knew I couldn’t go back there. I loved every moment I spent with her. She was so open to new experiences and I found it beautiful,” he said.
“Then, when I happened to come across you stranded on the road, well I couldn’t leave you stranded there. Damnit, I tried not to repeat the mistake I made with a previous student, but you wouldn’t back down. You were here and you were standing half naked in my living room. I did what any red-blooded man would do. We had a great weekend, but when it came to an end, that old familiar pang of guilt crept in. I know that I probably went overboard in trying to avoid you. I just couldn’t believe I had done it again,” he said.
“The two of you have no idea how hard it is for me to sit and watch you in my class and know that I can’t touch you again. When I see guys tripping over themselves trying to talk to you, all I can think about is that I can’t be that open with you. They can have you and I can’t. It gets old quickly,” he said.
Christina and Selena didn’t know how to respond. They had been ready to rip him apart and here they were being drawn back in by his vulnerability. He turned and walked toward the DVD player, hit the eject button and picked up the DVD from the tray. He brought it over to Christina and handed it to her.
“I’m sorry Christina. I’m sorry Selena. Now, you know the truth. Do what you feel like you need to do,” he said, sounding defeated.
Christina was the first to speak. “You know, it didn’t have to end. We only needed to be careful. You never gave me a chance to decide that for myself,” she said.
Selena chimed in, “Yes, if you hadn’t just cut us off like you did, we wouldn’t have been so angry about all of this.”
Carl shrugged and hung his head.
Selena laughed a little. “Did we just render a literature professor speechless?” she joked.
“Yeah, I guess you did,” he responded dejectedly.
“Look, we are here and it’s dark. No one knows my vehicle around here. Why don’t we stay for a while and keep you company? That is, if it’s okay with you, Christina,” Selena said, turning toward her new friend.
“No offense, but I think I will have to pass. You are welcome to stay if you want, Selena. I can get a cab home. Don’t worry, I have no intentions of sullying my reputation by reporting anything to the school, but I think I’m done with exploring my wild side,” Christina responded.
Carl nodded solemnly. “I’m sorry, Christina. I never meant for things to be this way. I suppose I should have given your feelings more consideration. Selena, I think it would be best if you went with her until we’ve both had more time to think this through,” he said.
Selena was stunned and felt herself getting angry again, but she refused to let him see. Instead, she turned and walked toward the door. How dare he treat her like she was nothing more than someone he has to worry about reporting him? She drove Christina home in near silence and thanked her for helping her out. Christina smiled weakly and rushed inside, out of the cold.
Selena sat in the car for a moment before deciding what to do next. He wasn’t going to get off so easily with her. She made her way straight back to Carl’s house.
She tried to convince herself that he owed her something, but deep down, she knew that she just wanted more from him. She intended to show him that he was making a mistake by cutting her off.
When she arrived at this front door, it opened before she could even knock. She stepped inside to find Carl standing behind the door, holding it open for her. He gave her a looked that was part amusement and part disapproval from what she could tell. She didn’t let it put a damper on her resolve.
“I was expecting that you would be back, Selena. You are quite the stubborn one. I believe that it is time for someone to put you in your place,” he said, closing and locking the door behind her.
He walked over to one of the dining room chairs and sat down in it. Selena noticed a towel lying across the table with several bumps beneath it, hiding something unknown. She looked at him with uncertainty for a moment. Part of her wondered if she was pushing too far and might finally get more than she bargained for, as he had once warned. She took an almost unconscious step backward from him.
“What is the matter, little girl? Are you finally getting scared? You should be. I warned you that I wasn’t one of those little school boys you can lead around by the nose. Get undressed,” he said in an even tone.
Selena did feel a bit frightened, but she also felt an incredible excitement at what he might have in store for her. She did as she was told, stripping down to nothing and standing before him for his approval. His eyes roamed across her young, smooth skin.
Her firm, full breasts were at full attention with her nipples hardened against the slight chill of the kitchen. Her shaved mound gave way to her soft pink folds, already beginning to glisten with moisture at the thought of what he might have planned for her.
Carl stood and placed a kitchen stool near his chair. It was just an ordinary wooden stool with a large round cushion resting atop it with the exception of the bottom. The bottom was capped with what appeared to be heavy gauge, non-skid rubber feet. Selena looked at it blankly, and then looked back at Carl.
“Bend over the stool,” he told her without as much as a hint of amusement.
“Look, I don’t know what sort of game you are playing here, but I don’t think I like it. Perhaps it was a mistake to have returned, after all,” she said, a hint of distaste in her tone.
“Suit yourself, Selena. Just know that if you walk out that door, you should not return again. I told you that I’m not one to be toyed with and yet, you continue to taun
t me. It seems you are only willing to accept those things about me that you deem suitably erotic. There is far more to me than you have seen. If you cannot accept everything I have to offer, you shall partake of nothing,” he told her.
Selena gritted her teeth. She was partially angry and partially aroused. How bad could whatever he had in store for her be? He wasn’t some sort of monster, after all. Without further comment, she walked over to the stool and bent forever, allowing her midriff to rest on the cushioned surface.
“Good girl. Now you are cooperating, but you have still been very naughty today and you must learn what happens when you don’t behave,” he said from behind her.
Selena heard the rattle of the chains in his hand before she felt the cold steel shackles being placed on her wrists, the chain that connected them wound securely through the rungs of the stool. Her heart was beating rapidly as Carl repeated the process with her ankles, so that she was chained into position across the stool.
She felt his hands slowly roam across her backside before sliding one of them between her legs. He slipped two fingers inside of her for a moment and then dragged them down her inner thighs. He dug the tips of them into her tender flesh as he went and she drew in her breath slightly.
Then she heard him rattling other items that she presumed were what had been hidden under the towel on the table, but he had her turned slightly so that he and whatever he was rummaging through was just out of sight. She tried to relax, which was difficult, given her precarious position across the stool.
She was completely caught off guard as she felt the first stinging strike of what seemed like some sort of cane or stick on her ass cheeks. She cried out loudly.
“What the fuck are you doing?” she screeched, feeling the angry red welt already forming on her backside. Instead of a response, she received another swift lick from the object in Carl’s hand.
“Okay, I get it. Let me up. I’m done,” she growled at him.
“No, you aren’t. You want this and I intend to see to it that you receive it,” he said.
“No, no…I don’t,” she said, feeling near tears. She wasn’t sure if it was her ego or her bottom that felt more bruised.
“Yes, you do. It is what you came back here for. You crave the pain. I’ve seen it every time I’ve pushed you to the edge of your pleasure,” he told her softly. Without waiting for a response, he wrapped sharply on the bottom. She yelped and tried to squirm free of her bindings.
“Settle down, Selena,” she heard him say. Then, as if making idle conversation, he said, “Hmmm, this cane makes the loveliest red stripes on your perfect little ass. How do they feel? Does the sting excite you, Selena?”
“No,” barked Selena. “It does not,” she said, her tears surfacing despite her attempt at willing them away. She didn’t want to be a baby. She wanted to be strong and….her thoughts stopped there. And what? She realized that she didn’t want him to stop. She didn’t want to be punished, but she knew that it was something she must accept to move on to whatever he held in store for her.
Carl did not strike her again. “Very well,” he said. “I will release you and you can get on with your boring little school girl life,” he said sarcastically. Selena felt his hands on her ankles and she let out a sigh.
“I’m sorry. Do what you must,” she said quietly, still fighting back tears.
Carl did not respond. Instead, she heard the crop scrap across the table as he picked it back up. She felt another swift strike across her already sore bottom and then several quick raps spanning from where her ass formed at the small of her back, all the way down the backs of her legs. Tears rolled down her face, but she bit her lip to keeping from crying out. She would not give him that satisfaction.
Then he stopped. Selena could hear the sound of his belt as he unfastened it. It was followed by his zipper coming down and the sound of his pants dropping. She felt his hands on her ass, seemingly taking a tour of the streaks he had left there. She had no doubt that the sadistic bastard was admiring his handiwork.
Then he was inside her. His hands were on either side of her waist, steadying her as he fucked her like a jackrabbit in heat. There was nothing soft or sweet about what he was doing to her. He was just punishing her with a different kind of crop as his pummeled her with his huge erection. She could feel how turned on he was and she wondered what it was about causing her pain that excited him so much.
He caught her off guard as he pulled out and suddenly slammed forward again into her tiny asshole, sending pain shattering outward. She cried out again, despite trying to hold it back and she felt the tears continue to roll down her face. He was fucking her. He had punished her and now he was fucking her like she didn’t matter. He was putting her in her place and it hurt far more than just the physical pain of it.
The worst part of it all was that in some way that she couldn’t quite grasp, she was enjoying it. She liked the way he was using her. She liked the way he was taking charge and forcing her to embrace her fear of the unknown, but she was having difficulty reconciling that with the anger and hurt that she also felt. She felt confused as she lay there helpless, letting him take from her what wasn’t his…giving it to him freely.
After what felt like an eternity, he pulled out, spraying his thick load all over her ass. She lay there quietly as he rubbed it into her skin, anointing her in some bizarre sadomasochistic ritual that only he could understand, she was sure. When he stopped, she heard him zip his pants and fasten his belt before unlocking the shackles that held her in place across his little torture stool.
He helped her stand and looked at her, gauging her face for a reaction. Selena gave him a blank, emotionless stare. She wondered what he saw there. She wondered if he saw the look she intended for him to see or the true feelings that lay beneath the surface. It was if he had somehow claimed her and there was no turning back. By punishing her, he had asserted his ownership over her and part of her welcomed it.
He walked her to the shower and started the water for her. Neither spoke as he undressed and directed her to get in the shower, where he joined her. He took his time washing her from head to toe. It was if she was now a prized possession to be maintained for his enjoyment. He washed her hair and then instructed her to wash him in return. She did as she was told wordlessly and the two of them climbed into bed together, naked. He curled up behind her and fell fast asleep.
Selena did not fall fast asleep. She laid there in the darkness, contemplating what all of this meant and where it would lead them. Her emotions ran the gamut from blind acceptance to outright humiliation, from some sick form of love or lust to loathing. She finally drifted off to sleep, only to be awakened hours later at the brink of dawn.
She slipped out of bed, dressed and left wordlessly while Carl slept. She had a lot to think about as the sun crested the surrounding snow laden hills on her way home. Mainly, she had to decide if she would ever see Carl Sansom outside of class again, but she wasn’t sure if she could make that choice today.
THE END
AND TO BE CONTINUED…
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HIS NEED, HER DESIRE
By Malia Mallory
Tabitha wrestled to stake a claim on her armrest with her elbow and once again failed. Being on a plane bored her. Tabitha liked the actual flying,
the sensation of being in the air and the beautiful views out the window. However, being trapped in a too tight seat with stale air was not her idea of fun. She'd prepared by bringing food, books, and music, but none of it held her attention. As a last resort, Tabitha attempted to sleep so she could arrive rested. So far, no such luck.
It wasn't noisy passengers or a child kicking her seat; it was the anticipation of her first trip to Hawaii. In addition, this was one of the longest flights she'd ever experienced. She'd changed planes in Chicago, and the Chicago to Hawaii leg was nine hours long. Even going to Europe, she hadn't been on a plane ride that lengthy with no respite.
Fidgeting in her seat, Tabitha searched for a comfortable position. Could they make these things any smaller? She didn't feel she was that tall at 5'9", but her knees were jammed into the back of the seat in front of her. She wasn't a twig. She considered herself average. Still, her hips touched the armrests on both sides of her.
Tabitha shifted in her seat again and the seam of her pants rubbed against her clit, sending a pleasurable zing through her body. Wow, that felt good. She glanced around at her fellow passengers. Some were napping and a few were still trying to watch the in-flight movie. The man next to her had his face buried in a newspaper and his elbow on the armrest. Do I dare continue? Perhaps the restroom would be better. Once the thought crossed her mind, she immediately rejected it. She'd been in the lavatory an hour earlier, and it had been absolutely filthy. Membership in the mile high club must be lagging. Maybe it was best if she flew solo.
The light was dim in the cabin, and Tabitha didn't think anyone noticed her movements. She tentatively shifted again. The fabric bunched in just the right spot. She couldn't resist, and frankly, she didn't intend to. She shifted her hips side to side very slowly, almost imperceptibly. Her clit swelled with arousal. Should I do it? At home, she’d always used a vibrator, but she hadn't brought it with her, fearful that an airport TSA agent might start waving it around. Besides, she would be sharing a room with her friend, Barbara, and didn't expect to have time for such private things.
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