The Drive Home
My pet knew I was upset with her and I felt her stirring occasionally beneath my desk. "Mistress Alison?" she asked. "May I be allowed to clean your leg and foot?"
I smiled softly. "Yes," I answered, "But only clean, pet, nothing else. You are in enough trouble as it is!" I felt her soft tongue start to lick her juice from my leg and then from my foot, where it had run down between my toes. I wiggled them as she licked between them, and soon she was satisfied that she had cleaned all her cum from me. I sensed her lay down again and curl up, waiting for me to finish.
I entered the last mark in my list, closed my book and pushed my chair back from the desk. I looked down at my pet. "OK pet," I told her "I am all finished now. Get up and put away the blanket and cushions in their cupboard."
"Yes Mistress," she replied "Right away." She climbed from under the desk, shook the blanket to get rid of any dust and dirt it may have picked up, then started to fold it, each edge perfectly straight, each fold crisp and neat. When she was finished she carried it to the cupboard with the cushions and put them on the shelves inside, locking it up when she was done.
As she clicked the lock on the cupboard, I turned from the window where I had been watching the last of the training athletes leaving the sports field. I moved to pet's clothes where they lay on the floor and started to pick them up. As I folded them and put them into my bag, I told pet to go and wait for me by the car. She looked at me, startled momentarily. "Like this Mistress?" She glanced down at herself, her naked tits and mound, her stockings and garter belt.
"You look perfectly fine to me, pet." I replied.
I watched as she hesitated a moment, blushing slightly, then she turned and headed for the door. As she unlocked it, I saw her shoulders go back and her head straighten up, and I knew she was going to show me how much she loved me by doing as I asked.
I finished putting her clothes in my bag and walked to the door. As I opened it, I could see pet walking along the hallway. The janitor's cart was outside one of the classrooms, but he was nowhere to be seen. Pet's red, "fuck-me" high heels rang as she walked along the hall, but she never even hesitated as she reached the room where the janitor must be working, the only other one with a light still burning. She walked confidently on, her pace steady. She probably knew I was watching because the swing of her hips became a little more pronounced as she walked.
I stepped from my room as she entered the stair well, and I walked along quickly to follow her down the stairs. My pet was already leaving the building and starting across the car park to my car. I could see the security guards in their car at the end of the building, just turning out of sight as I reached the outside door. Mine is the only car left on the lot, and I watch my pet before I leave. She does as she has been instructed, waiting at the driver's side door for me. Standing there and looking at her, it crossed my mind that I am so lucky to be loved as devotedly by someone so beautiful.
I realise suddenly that the security guards in their car have toured the outside of the building and I can see their headlights at the far end of the car park. I exit quickly, locking the door behind me, and walk across to my pet. I hand her my bags and keys and she opens the door for me and shuts it again when I am settled, then moves to put my bags in the trunk. All this time the guards are getting closer, but fortunately they are concentrating on the building, not on us. Still, I know that if they shine their lights on us we will be caught out, and pet seems to be taking an eternity packing the bags away.
At last! She is done and opening her door and sliding into the car. I can hear the guards' car accelerating towards us and reach behind pet's seat and hand her a summer dress. "Quickly," I hiss, "Put this on, as quick as you can!"
Pet is just straightening the dress as I hear the car door slam and one of the guards appears by our car and opens pet's door. "Were you nude, Miss?" he asks in an astonished voice. "Were you walking around nude?" The dress is really quite thin and I give pet a stern look as she tries to cover herself, her hands dropping to her lap. The guard let his eyes wander up and down pet's body and I could sense her embarrassment. I leaned across her, my hand on her thigh and said to the guard "Does she look naked to you? Do you need an eye test?" With that I started the car and prepared to drive off. "Shut the door, pet." I said, and she did, the guard just moving in time to not get caught. We left him standing watching us as we drove away.
"Do you realise what happened there, pet?" I asked her. "You were moving so slowly, I was sure they would catch us. Is that what you wanted? For me, a teacher, to get caught with a naked woman in my car?"
