The bell rang, signalling the end of the day's last lesson. I watched the students file out of the room, and, as the door closed behind the last I leant back in my chair and breathed out a long sigh. I looked at the pile of test sheets on the desk in front of me, gathering up the energy to start marking them. I had sprung a surprise spot test on my last class of the day, based on the work they should have done at home. The test was fairly easy, provided they had done the research and read the chapter I had set, and now I would find those who had and those who had not done the work.
I pulled the piles of answer sheets to me and made a start on them. I knew I had plenty of time, so made no effort to rush, reading each answer carefully and giving marks accordingly. Time passed quickly and I paid little heed to the odd interruptions. A student looking for a colleague, who had already left, the cleaners sweeping and polishing the floors and emptying the bins, they barely registered as I stuck to my task. I was halfway through the pile when I glanced at the clock and realised the time was approaching 5-30. I sighed again and smiled as I realised that she would be here shortly.
I stood up from my chair and walked over to the cupboard beneath the window. I looked out and down at the playing fields, watching the students there still working on their sports training in the evening sunshine. Opening the cupboard I removed the blanket and cushions inside and returned to my chair. I spread the blanket out on the floor under the desk and the cushions on top of the blanket. Then I returned to marking the test papers.
Less than ten minutes later, the door opened and she stepped inside, smiling as she saw me. I smiled back at her and slid my chair back away from the desk. My heart started beating a little quicker, the way it always does when I see her. She looked around the room as she closed the door behind her, and, seeing that we were alone, I heard the lock fasten the door shut as she turned the bolt.
I watched her as she stood back to the door for a moment. She is really a stunning beauty and she always takes my breath away. Brownish-blonde hair framing her face, a slim, firm body with large breasts and long legs that I sometimes think never end. I smile again as she moves towards me in that graceful, feline way she has. As she reaches the desk, she slides down and kneels at my feet, her face reddening slightly because she knows I was looking closely at her and have not yet spoken. I watch her breasts rise and fall beneath her blouse, then reach out and caress her cheek with my hand.
"Hello pet," I whisper to her "Have you done all your work?" I know that since the end of the last class she will have been in the library, preparing for tomorrows classes and watching the clock until it was time to join me.
"Yes Mistress," she replies, smiling happily and pressing her cheek against my palm "All done."
"Good," I say and smile at her. "Now pet, I still have some work to finish, but I have prepared your place ready for you to wait for me." I lean forward and kiss her lips softly, the tip of my tongue tracing their outline. A quiet moan escapes from her as we kiss.
My hands move to her blouse and start to unfasten the buttons. She stays in her kneeling position, her eyes watching my hands as they move down, button by button, until they are all undone. I slide my hands inside the blouse and along the sides of her body up to her breasts, straining at her bra to be free. I cup my hands under them and squeeze softly, causing her to gasp a little, then slide my hands up to her shoulders and push her blouse off and down her arms. My hands reach round her and unfasten the hooks of her bra. I take the shoulder straps in my fingers and pull the bra down her arms, releasing her tits to swing free, her nipples already hard.
The temptation is too much for me and I bend and suck her left nipple into my lips. Sucking on it, I lick across the tip with the point of my tongue, flicking from side to side. She arches her back for me, pushing her breast to my lips, and I hear her breathing quicken as she starts to pant.
Leaning back, I lick my lips and look into her eyes, her eyes that are now filled with lust from my touch. "Stand up, pet," I order. I watch as she stands and moves slightly closer to me. Reaching out, I find the zipper at the side of her skirt and move it down, allowing the skirt to fall to the floor. My pet stands before me wearing only her stockings and garter belt. I do not allow her to wear panties anymore, one of my rules that my pet seems to enjoy most of all. I let my hand wander up her left thigh and across to her mound. At the touch of my hand my pet leans back against my desk and spreads her legs a little, giving my hand access to her cunt. She has a beautiful cunt, and I rub my hand against her softly, feeling the smoothness of her freshly shaven mound. Then I let my fingers stroke the soft, swollen folds of skin between her thighs, feeling the dampness there. I smile up at her, knowing that she was wet when she walked into the room, and is wetter still now.
"I have to finish these papers before we leave pet, so be patient."
"Yes Mistress," she replies and bends to move under my desk and curl up on the blanket and cushions I placed there ready for her. Pulling my chair back close to the desk, I start to mark test papers again.
