Author's Note:
It's been a long time since chapter one was published (7 years!) and I'm sorry for anyone who was looking forward to more. For those that have read the original stories when they were first uploaded, it's worth noting that this is an all-new version of the second chapter.
The second chapter I initially wrote didn't turn out how I wanted it to, and revisiting it later on I found that I wasn't happy with it at all. So, I decided to re-do it chapter 2, and I think this redux is a lot better. If anyone wants the old version, get in contact and I may be able to send it over.
Hopefully Chapter 3 will be here soon.
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Harriet awoke on Monday morning, waiting for her alarm to sound so she could start her week. She grabbed her phone from her bedside table to check the time, and was surprised to see it was 6:30 am, and she still had half an hour before she needed to get up and get ready. Moments later she realised that she had more to do this morning than usual, and her school day now started earlier.
She headed to the bathroom, locking the door behind her. She found a small mirror, as well as the razor and shaving foam she used for her legs. She closed the toilet seat and sat down, pulled her pajama shorts down to her ankles, placing the mirror in between her legs.
'That's not too bad', Harriet thought to herself, her pubes were still short from a previous trim, and there wasn't too much hair around her labia. She spread the foam over her pubic area, then lightly applied it further south. Even in a semi-awake state, she found herself shiver when she made contact with her pussy. She then, as delicately as she could, smoothly removed the last traces of hair until she was bald from the head down. She thought it would make her feel uncomfortable, but was surprised by how soft her skin felt.
Before she knew it, she was out of the door and on her way to start her first day as a student under Ms. Cane's reign. She felt a little fear, but it was tied up with feelings of excitement and nervousness to the point where she didn't know what would happen. She knew from the last time they met that her teacher was capable of tenderness and cruelty, and she didn't know which side of her she would be seeing this morning
She eventually found the classroom she was supposed to report to, and on the door a note that read: 'Office - now'. With only a few minutes to go until 8 AM, Harriet rushed across the building to tower B, jogging up the staircase to get there in time.
Despite the rush she was in she stopped at the door, knowing that anything could happen beyond this point. Before she could come to terms with it, she heard a familiar voice from within: "Come in."
Ms. Cane was sat at her desk, staring coldly at the nervous girl in front of her. Silently, she rose, and sauntered over to Harriet. To her great shock, the first words her mistress said to her were:
"How are you?"
Harriet was speechless, as the usually stoic face before her softened slightly. Was this small talk?
"Okay" Harriet forced out, almost inaudibly.
"You look worried." When only silence followed, she continued.
"You are still on board, right?"
Harriet found the courage to speak, softly.
"Yeah."
Her teacher smiled, a micro-gesture, but still more warm than her usual expressions.
"I want you to know, that I do this for you as well as for me. Though I'll admit... mostly for me."
"How... is this for me?" Harriet found a little confidence, "I'm doing this because I have to"
"That may be how you see it now, but I see something in you. It's the way people work. I am dominant, you're submissive. You are inexperienced, and I am experienced. I think you will thank me when this is all over."
"I doubt it."
"Doubt all you want. But be careful not to take a false step and stray from candid to impertinent."
Impertinent. It was a word that a teacher would use to describe a student, but things were much different - weren't they? There was a brief silence between them. Harriet felt a resurgence of confidence, and she started to recognise what this really was - and how the tenderness and brutality of Ms. Cane were reconciled. It was all a game. Her game, to get she wants, and maybe to give me something, and to enjoy the play.
It still wasn't what Harriet wanted, and she would walk out the door if she had the option, but now she felt a little clearer about what was at stake. Ms. Cane would be her mistress until Friday, but until then she would be trying to prove that this is what she wants, what she needs.
'All I need is me' Harriet thought to herself, 'She speaks like she knows me, but she doesn't'.
The silence was broken as Ms. Cane's face shifted back into the stern face Harriet had expected, staring unblinkingly at her as she said:
"I see that you are not wearing a P.E. top. So that narrows things down. Bend over my desk."
The transition back into slave was jarring for Harriet, but she complied, uselessly straightening the waist of her jeans as she got into position.
With her head face-down on the table, she couldn't see much, but felt her nose pressed against the wood, and her mistress placing her hands on her hips. She pulled the student back slightly, so that there was space between her crotch and the edge of the table. Hands unbuttoned her trousers, slowly pulling the zip down. While she was full of inner strength before, now she felt powerless to the whims of this older woman. Her tight jeans were methodically lowered, bit by bit, until they were bunched around her ankles.
Ms. Cane was again blown away by what she saw before her. Her little slave had remembered rule four, and so before her she saw her petite butt, and a hint of the sweetness between her thighs. All of it was her property.
She stood up, and leaned over her, whispering in her ear.
"This is how you will present yourself to me every day..."
As she said this, she pushed her hands between Harriet's pearly-white thighs and stroked her pussy. To her surprise, her subject was already a little wet, and let out an involuntary gasp as Ms. Cane's fingers made contact.
"And every day, I bet you'll be this wet."
Harriet was taken aback by how quickly her body had betrayed her, and she willed it to stop feeling so good, as she knew there would be no satisfaction, only teasing.
"See? You're turned on, just from wearing no panties. Just from bending over and submitting yourself to me."
