Warm and Sweet, Vol. 1

by Jolene Avonn

  “Crawl to me, Mae,” he commanded, and Mae obeyed.

  All part of the process, Mae. You’ve come this far.

  She wobbled on hands and knees toward Teacher’s desk. The fine carpet fibers burned as she slid along the patterned rug.

  As she neared, Teacher opened a drawer and pulled out a thick, wide piece of leather about a foot long, narrowed to a handle at one end. Mae sucked in her breath

  Teacher took a long stride so that he was directly behind Mae. She held still, waiting.

  His hand grasped the back of her left thigh. He was warm, and his grip was firm. He held her for a moment, a tingling sensation slashing across her legs, and then slid his fingers up to tug her skirt over her ass and past her hips.

  Mae had to bite her lip to keep from whimpering. She was tingling – opening for him, ready to be taken, the cool air of the office puffing against her bare sex like pure torture.

  “You do not do anything without a command from me,” Teacher said. Then, a beat later, he grasped the butt plug and began pulling it free. “This was meant as one small test. Did my note say anything about doing more? Did it?”

  “No, Teacher.”

  “Of course not!”

  Teacher pulled the plug out a little too quickly, leaving Mae gasping at the instant void. She sensed Teacher stepping away, and as she anticipated what was coming next, she panicked.

  “No! Don’t hit me!” she blurted out. “I...I don’t want this.”

  A deep sigh from Teacher.

  “It’s not a matter of what you want anymore, Miss Chance,” he said. “You accepted the task. You failed. You will be punished.”

  And then, after a faint rush of air, the leather descended with a vicious Clap! on Mae’s bare flesh.

  “Ohhh!” Mae shrieked. She couldn’t help it. The stinging slap of the leather paddle sparked like a million needles shooting into her ass. Mae leaned her head against the base of Teacher’s desk and tried to catch her breath.

  “Quit your crying,” Teacher said sternly. “Take your punishment as you should: silently. You are an adult, are you not? Crying is for children.”

  Another smack of the leather sent Mae into a quick spasm, her breath catching in her throat. Her ass and thighs shook under the spanking.

  Clap! Clap! Clap!

  Teacher increased his pace, tilting her ass up with one hand, tracing his fingers delicately over her wetness, and then slamming the leather home again and again. Mae wobbled on her hands and knees, tears stinging the corners of her eyes. She couldn’t process the rapid succession of pain-pleasure-pain-pleasure, as Teacher fingered and spanked her faster and faster.

  “I’m sorry, Teacher! I’m sorry!”

  Clap! Clap! Clap!

  She heard Teacher exhaling softly with each blow, remaining calm as he savaged her upturned ass cheeks. The sound of leather against flesh rang in Mae’s ears.

  “Now I want you to count, Mae, starting from the next smack. When you get to ten, I’ll be satisfied with your progress. Say ‘one stroke, Teacher,’ and ‘two strokes, Teacher,’ and so on.”

  Mae nodded frantically, but still stifled every sound she could control.

  Teacher tilted her down until her face was against the carpet and her ass was pointed toward the ceiling. She saw his legs crouch and tense, and then:

  CLAP!

  The hardest blow of them all sent Mae rocking forward, so hard that her cheek burned against the carpet.

  “One,” she whispered. “One stroke, Teacher.”

  CLAP!

  “Two strokes, Teacher.”

  Teacher alternated cheeks, smacking Mae until her ass was raw and her pussy raged with a newfound heat. Every time he adjusted her position he pressed a thumb or index finger right against her sex. By the time she yelped “Ten!” she was half-crazed by both pain and lust.

  Teacher took a deep breath and set the paddle on the desk. He wiped his hands on his pants before reaching into a bag he’d placed by the trash can. Mae couldn’t see what he held, but there was a clink of metal that gave her a hint.

  “Since you seem to have trouble following orders, I’m going to be forced to confine you for the rest of the day,” Teacher said. “Lean back.”

  Mae tilted back on her haunches, still dizzy from the paddling. She flinched when her ass met her heels, her bruised cheeks throbbing. She breathed heavily through her mouth.

  Before she knew what happened, Teacher had looped a collar around her neck. Mae snapped her head up in surprise, but she couldn’t move more than a few inches while Teacher held the smooth leather in his grip. He fastened a leash and began walking away.

  “There,” he said. “Perfect. Follow.”

  “But – ”

  The leash tugged at Mae’s neck and she had no choice but to crawl after Teacher. Her shoes slipped off and her skirt was all twisted and her blouse hung low and loose; if Teacher had deigned to look at her, he surely would have seen her breasts swaying as she crawled.

  Mae worked hard to steady her pulse.

  This is his plan. Trust him. Trust him. Don’t turn back now.

  “Now crawl into your new home,” Teacher said. Mae tilted her head up and saw that he was pointing at the large metal cage in the corner opposite from the plant.

  Her eyes opened wide. It wasn’t for puppy training at all.

  Or was it?

  “Now,” Teacher said. “Move.”

  Teacher opened the small wire door and shoved her lightly with his foot. She eased through the entrance and squatted on the small blue pad waiting for her.

  Teacher slammed the door shut and clicked a small padlock closed.

  “Not one noise, pet,” he said, returning to his desk and shuffling a stack of essays. “Not. One. Noise.”

  ~~~

  Mae slowly crept around the small blue pad until she could sit somewhat comfortably on folded legs. The cage was about four feet tall by six feet wide – enough room that she wasn’t touching the wire walls. The pad covered most of the wire bottom but the thin lines pushed up at her through the cheap foam. Her knees and thighs ached within minutes. Her ass still stung like crazy. Sitting on the cage certainly didn’t help.

  Maybe he wants me to show some initiative. Fight!

  A tinge of panic set in. Mae rattled the cage, kicking at it with her bare foot and then yelping in pain as the wires slipped between her toes and gouged the soft flesh there.

  Fuck!

  No matter what Mae tried, the professor didn’t respond. She yanked on the small padlock to no avail. She pushed as hard as she could with her legs braced at the corners of the frame.

  Nothing worked.

  Okay, think, Mae. What does he want?

  Teacher had said she needed to learn “the arts of management.” To submit. To submit to what? To him? To the work?

  Mae sighed and turned her eyes toward Teacher.

  What now?

  She pleaded with him silently. If he noticed, he didn’t show it.

  Just tell me what to do!

  Mae leaned back against the back of the crate and stretched her legs out as best she could. Her ass hurt something fierce. She rolled on to her left hip to alleviate the pressure. The collar was just tight enough to be noticeable. Every single breath reminded her: She was a captive. The leash was still attached, dangling over her breasts and trailing toward the door of the cage.

  Teacher’s hands had been so hard gripping her legs and hips. Such efficient power with the leather strap. The blows stung like white-hot fire, but left her cheeks swollen and tingling in a strangely sensual way. Blood rushing to her inner thighs, her pussy, her ass. Throbbing. Throbbing. Throbbing. Heat. Pain and pleasure. She was getting wet again, too tired to stop herself. She wanted his heavy hand somewhere else – lower, covering her pussy and then penetrating it and then...when would he finally fuck her?

  Her head nodded forward. She caressed her right hip. Pushed tentatively on her bottom, and then pulled back with a soft cry.

/>   Teacher hadn’t held back. She’d been very bad.

  As the sunlight shifted to golden evening warmth, Mae shifted from hip to hip trying to wait out her mentor.

  My captor. My master.

  Finally, as her stomach growled for dinner, Teacher set down his pen and addressed her.

  “Would you like to come out, pet?”

  Mae nodded, afraid to speak.

  “Have you learned your lesson? You certainly kicked at the cage a lot. Why did you stop?”

  Mae waited, considering her reply carefully, and said, “Because I wasn’t supposed to be doing that. I was in the cage because I was bad.”

  Teacher smiled.

  “Exactly. You are to do exactly as you are told, and nothing more. If I’d wanted you to try to break out of the cage, I would have told you. Just like I would have told you if I wanted you to come with your ass all filled up with my favorite toy.”

  He slid a small key toward one edge of his desk and then walked over to the cage, arms behind his back as if concealing a prize.

  “You can have that key if you complete one more task,” he said. He revealed his present, a large red dildo that was the most massive member Mae had ever seen. “This one should be more pleasurable.”

  Teacher guided the rubber cock through a gap in the cage’s side wall and Mae took it in both hands. The dildo weighed heavily and surprised her with its firmness. She waited for her instructions as her pulse began to thump in her chest, a sense of anticipation warming her considerably.

  “Take the cock in its entirety. Do not come. Then you can leave for the night. Understood?”

  Teacher dragged the metal chair to a spot near the cage and sat down. Mae nodded at him, but inside she was filled with turmoil.

  First, how to take such a huge object inside her? Second, she was already on the verge of climaxing. How could she manage to contain herself...with him watching?

  “Oh, and one more thing, Miss Chance,” Teacher said slyly. He glanced at his watch. “You have five minutes to complete this task.”

  Mae let her breath out in a rush. There was only one thing to do: Submit.

  She leaned back and planted her feet squarely on the crate’s floor, inches from the padlocked entrance and in Teacher’s direct view. She closed her eyes. It was better that way, more like she was all alone. She pulled her skirt up until the waist was near her midsection. She opened her legs, tilting her knees wide until they met the cool metal on each side.

  Teacher hadn’t provided any more lubricant, and Mae was afraid to ask. She was already so wet that she wasn’t too worried – she only had to take her time.

  Well, what time she had.

  Mae hefted the giant dildo and slowly slid it between her legs. The rubber warmed quickly as she stroked her inner thighs, trying to work up her nerve. Its surface was slick and a little sticky, so she improvised: tentatively, at first, she eased the cock against her trembling lips and slid it up and down against her surging wetness. Up and down, up and down, twisting the ridged rubber now and then to make sure it was thoroughly covered. Her outer lips swelled and opened slightly, welcoming the first direct stimulation since Teacher’s fingers had grazed over them. Up and down again, then a twist, then up and down. The cock was slick with her juices in no time.

  “Three minutes, Mae,” Teacher whispered.

  Mae opened her eyes for a moment and saw Teacher staring at her intently, elbows on his knees, hands under his chin. Before she closed her eyes again, she studied the wide head of the cock.

  This is going to be tough.

  Mae pressed the tip against herself and slowly pushed in, moaning as she stretched to accept the warm and slippery rubber. It forced her apart until there were tiny bursts of sharp pain, and then she eased it further, biting down on her tongue and beginning her own steady count.

  “One, two, three,” she whispered, each number corresponding with a light push on the base of the dildo. Then a pause, then “One, two, three” again with three more pushes. She still had her entire hand wrapped around the far end of the cock. She knew she wasn’t going fast enough.

  Mae opened her eyes. A third of the cock was inside. She stared down at the shimmery-wet cock parting her pink lips and slipping deeper with each pulse.

  “One, two, three,” she whispered a little louder, pushing harder. “Ohhhhhh.”

  The sensation of being filled so completely made Mae dizzy. She barely noticed Teacher there, framed by her widened legs. Every nerve in her depths seemed to be exploding as she reached the halfway point.

  “Ninety seconds, Mae,” Teacher whispered.

  “Ohhh fuck,” Mae gasped. She began to twist the dildo, its ridges rubbing against her in ways that made her vision go white-red. She struggled to control her breathing, panting like an animal in heat. “One, two, three!” A full two inches at once and Mae thought she felt the dildo’s head push in as far as it could. Maybe a quarter of the wondrous toy left to go.

  Mae had to gamble. With less than a minute left, she worried there was no more room. She was completely stuffed. She’d have to retreat, relax, and try again. She eased the cock back until its wide head pulled at her outer folds. Then, after three deep breaths, she pulled it home.

  “Ooohhh-ahhhh!” Mae cried out as the cock slipped inside, wet and loud with the sounds of suction. She was almost there. Almost there. “One, two, three,” again, and she opened her eyes to see the base of the dildo firmly planted against her pussy.

  “Oh my God,” she moaned. Her belly quivered and her abdomen looked slightly distended, she was so full and so taut. All she wanted to do now was release herself to the blinding heat pulsing between her legs. How glorious it would be to let her pussy clench around such a huge, firm object. How intense it would be to hold it deep as she spasmed and grasped at the cage in desperate search for release. Her thighs trembled and there she was, right on the edge of that huge jump – like leaping off a cliff and losing one’s self to a few fleeting moments of bliss.

  “Remember, Mae,” Teacher said. “Don’t come.”

  “Unnnnhhhhhh ohhhhkay,” Mae groaned. “Oh, fuck fuck fuck!” Her pussy spasmed once, and Mae held every muscle in her lower body tight, pleading with herself to fight off the explosion.

  Teacher had risen. He was right next to the cage. Mae opened her eyes and blinked hard, her face twisted into a mask of lust and despair. He had unzipped his pants. His semi-hard cock hung tantalizingly close to the cage.

  “Please, Teacher,” she said. She was mesmerized by his penis. It was all she wanted. She knew the rubber dildo was responsible for penetrating her, but seeing Teacher’s swelling girth at the same time made it feel like he was the one fucking her.

  “Now, now Mae. These are the rules,” he said, slowly lifting his cock toward her. “I just wanted you to see what you might get a chance at later, if you really do well on your tests. Now, please assume a kneeling position for inspection.”

  Mae couldn’t believe what she was hearing. She slowly twisted on to her side, hand firmly against her dildo-filled sex, and then rose clumsily to her knees.

  Teacher reached through the wire wall and picked up the leash. He tugged it until it was taught, pulling Mae’s head down right near the entrance. When she was tilted forward uncomfortably, face inches from the mat, he tied off the leash and moved to the other side of the cage.

  Mae’s pussy was on full display. Teacher reached through the cage and brushed her hand away from the dildo. He held the toy firm, then pushed and pulled to judge its depth.

  “Good, good,” he murmured. “How does that feel?”

  “Good,” Mae whimpered. She was burning up, still right on the edge. Her eyes spilled frustrated tears and her legs trembled like mad. It really truly felt like Teacher’s cock inside her now.

  Teacher slowly pulled the dildo back. Cruelly. Turning it so the head massaged Mae’s tunnel, and then pushing it back in.

  “Ohhhhhh, please,” Mae groaned again. She arched back un
til the leash jerked her head back down.

  “Would you like a real cock, Miss Chance?”

  “Yes, oh please, Teacher,” Mae gasped.

  “There, there now,” he said. “Don’t get too excited.”

  Teacher repeated the motion – slowly fucking her with the dildo. It was a diabolically deliberate in and out dance. He fucked her with its full length ten times over three torturous minutes, but Mae held on. She squeezed her eyes shut and tried to think of anything but the pleasure coursing over her body and the man so close to her. Tests to grade, annoying office hours, her cramped apartment, math problems, insurance headaches. All while somewhere in the back of her mind all she could think about was the giant warm presence fucking her from behind.

  Finally, Teacher tugged the dildo free and moved to the front of the cage. He loosened the leash and pressed the cock through the front entrance.

  “Clean it, my pet,” he whispered. His eyes, for the first time, betrayed his own lust. They shone with appreciation. With desire. His lips were moist, his cheeks flushed.

  Mae’s hopes surged.

  Finally, a sign!

  Mae took the head of the dildo into her eager mouth, tasting her own wetness and lavishing the giant member with sloppy licks and hard sucks. She wanted it all, and she wanted to please Teacher. She licked all along the shaft until he was satisfied. She prayed that his own cock would be next to cross her lips.

  Gasping and lust-drunk, Mae remained on her hands and knees when Teacher stood abruptly and returned to his desk. She heard his zipper zip up. He picked up his briefcase and the key to the cage, dropping the latter right near Mae as he headed for the door.

  “Tomorrow,” he said sharply. “Tomorrow will be your initiation. Ten p.m., lecture hall 201. Don’t be late. And no relief tonight, Mae. You know what I mean. I’ll know. Do. Not. Come. Not without my permission.”

  And then he was gone.

  Mae could just reach the key if she stretched. It took her several tries. Once she’d unlocked the padlock, she crawled from the cage slowly and stood up, her knees and hips stiff and her head throbbing with all the pent-up sensations Teacher had cruelly left her with. Her hair was twisted into a mess; one breast had popped free of her bra and her stiff nipple pressed tight against her blouse; her skirt was on sideways; and her panties were nowhere to be seen.