That Saturday evening, after the scarves had been untied and they had held each other while the emotions subsided, Alex and Richard agreed to spend the Sunday together. The more immediate decision, though, was for Alex to be taken back to her halls of residence.
Without having to say anything, they both recognized that sleeping together at this juncture would be too vanilla – too ordinary and tame and a blunting of the D/s edge they were exploring.
In his Morgan, they were both quiet; comfortable with each other yet lost in the swirl of memories of the evening - the sounds of the spanking, the scent of the joss-stick, the warmth of the skin, the released of shared sex.
When they finally arrived at the halls, Richard leaned over and kissed Alex on the lips.
"Until tomorrow morning - at 8:00."
She smiled back, a conspiratorial glint in her eye.
"Until tomorrow – o teacher of mine."
Another kiss – longer and more intimate and then a quick movement as she opened the car door slid out and ran swiftly up the steps to the double doors of the building's entrance. She twisted the Yale key in the lock, pausing only to wave briefly before slipping inside and closing the door gently behind her.
That evening, Richard spent a good hour sitting in the dark of his garden, lulled by the hum of the London traffic and watching the moths dancing around the light on the patio. He knew that this relationship was turning serious, and that it was breaking most, if not all, of the rules in the book. Not just the rules about student/teacher contact, but also his rules about the way he felt about his students, whether they ended up in his bed or not.
It wasn't just about the physical attraction either. He had slept with girls just as attractive as Alex before, and he didn't favor a particular look.
It was more the emotional/intellectual understanding and connection. Somehow he knew that he saw her more clearly than anyone else had done before. She may have toyed with spanking and domination games, but he sensed that so far they had only been minor aspects in her previous relationships. This time, though, these elements were key – they defined the power plays going on, and they were the core of her sexual response. He really was treading virgin ground, and he felt an overwhelming sense of honor – and responsibility. Her submission was a precious gift, something to be commanded, not demanded. He closed his eyes and breathed a solemn vow that he would strive to be the Master she needed and desired – training her to find even more intense fulfillment in her obedience. And if/when she eventually moved on to other relationships, he would make every effort to let her go for her sake, happier and more fulfilled than when they had met.
When Richard finally turned out the lights and settled down to sleep, he would have been heartened by the coincidence that Alex was doing exactly the same thing in her room. She too had been thinking – pondering the mystery that had led her to be so open and wanton with a man more than old enough to be her father. And yet, that age and experience was necessary. She had placed herself in the most vulnerable of positions, and experienced the most amazing sensations. Like a dance where both partners lead and follow, they had explored their darker desires – but to their mutual fulfillment. Only a man who really knew what he was doing, and could listen to both himself and to her was capable of opening her up like that. For the moment, therefore, she would seize the opportunity of learning from him – and seek to please him in return.
On the dot of eight the next morning, Richard pulled up at the bus stop around the corner from Alex's residence. They had agreed that although Sunday morning would find most – if not all the other students still asleep in bed, there was no point in tempting fate. She could wait at a bus-stop on the way in to college without arousing suspicion, and her tutor would naturally give her a lift if he happened to be driving to the same destination.
Alex was dressed in tight blue jeans and open sandals. A white cotton blouse was tucked into the waistband, the top three buttons un-done. She had gone for simple white knickers that morning, to emphasize the virginal and innocent look, although the lack of a bra was suggestive of other things. Over her shoulder she had slung a small rucksack, with a collection of some of her favorite toys (for private consumption only!).
Richard had the top down on the car, his cherished Morgan being one of the few luxuries he allowed himself. His parents would have called it a Hoover – used for picking up bits of fluff. Well, there was definitely something more than fluffy about his companion in arms this morning – apparently brash and confident in her sexuality – yet a wonderfully submissive and slutty partner underneath.
Richard negotiated the early morning traffic without difficulty, setting them on course to a large wood he knew on the northern outskirts, a bit too far off the beaten track to be popular with Sunday picnickers. By nine they were pulling into the deserted car park, just a simple earthen clearing dappled by the sunlight filtering through the ancient trees.
He opened the boot and retrieved his rucksack packed with a rug, some food and a bottle of wine, along with a few extras for the day. Alex took the opportunity to stow her bag in the boot – the contents being more appropriate for later that evening.
Like any new couple away from the gaze of others, they relaxed and held hands as they walked along the soft paths deeper into the woods. The absence of other human sounds helped them to lose their own inhibitions with each other. At one point, crossing a small stream on an old wooden bridge, Richard put his hands on Alex's hips and pulled her towards him. He kissed her upturned lips and gazed into her laughing eyes.
"You do realize that as your tutor, I am never off duty – and that I plan to use this day to help continue your education?"
She put one hand on his chest, feeling his heart thumping through the fabric of the shirt. With a pleasant shock she suddenly realized that he was as nervous as her .
She smiled half shyly at him.
"Of course sir, I am always ready to be taught by you and to learn whatever pleases you."
His look of delighted happiness was all she needed, and she leant up on tip toe and kissed him.
"I mean it – I want you to teach me everything."
They set off again, heading to a small secluded clearing that Richard had discovered by accident the year before, away from the main tracks.
The clearing was no more than 8 foot across, and almost completely circular. Across one side were the remains of a large tree trunk of about 2 foot diameter. Newer trees stood around the circumference, one of which had a long bough stretched low across part of the clear ground. It was under this shade that they stopped and Richard set down his pack. He turned to Alex and drew her into his arms. Gently at first, but with increasing passion, they kissed, caressing each other through the fabric of their clothes. Their only sound was the murmurs and gasps of passion and desire. His hands roamed over her back and down to squeeze the tightly encased bottom, pulling her roughly to him, rubbing her crotch into his engorged prick. She wrapped her arms around his neck, molding her body to his, rubbing herself like a contented cat against his hardness.
He broke away, panting, and looked at her thoughtfully.
"Before we go any further, I think we need to talk about safe words."
She looked up at him quizzically.
He smiled at her understandable ignorance – he was the one with the real experience.
"I recognize that I might not always do something that you are happy with, and sometimes you might want to act as if you want me to stop, but actually carry on. So, we need a set of code words that you can use to tell me that I do need to slow down, or to stop completely."
He smiled wickedly.
"That way you can protest all you like and pretend that I should stop punishing you, but know that I will not stop for real unless you use a certain word or phrase."
