Author's Note:
For those that have read the original stories when they were first uploaded years ago, it's worth noting that the previous chapter is an all-new version uploaded late 2017 to replace the original second chapter. This of course follows on directly from that, so if you missed it please give it a read.
Sorry this one has taken so long, but I started and finished another series in that time, and always feel like I need to spend a lot longer with Harriet's story...
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'Today will be different,' Harriet thought to herself, as she took her morning walk to Ridgemont on Tuesday. 'I won't let her beat me'.
Harriet felt like she had gone through a lot of changes in just a few days of her contract with Ms. Cane, far more than she should have in less than four days. She'd been spanked for the first time in her life, she'd been touched in a way she never had been, and she'd found out what it was like to give another person pleasure with her mouth.
When it was put that way - even with the spanking involved - it sounded far more pleasant. Harriet had been curious about a lot of things for a long time that she was beginning to discover, and the idea that this was all happening with another woman brought a new level of confusion. She'd spent her life assuming she was straight, but now she was starting to reconsider things - surely she wouldn't feel anything at all, if she wasn't interested?
Regardless, It was a little hard to look on the bright side of it all, when it was all wrapped up in a blackmail plot. Her teacher had a way to get under her skin, not just in the tasks she made her perform, and the orgasm she kept just out of reach, but in the way she spoke to her, the way she surprised her - but not today.
Harriet's new attitude was to go with the flow, do as she's told with some strong boundaries, and get through one more day of her week-long pact to get her teacher to grade and mark her coursework. Whatever humiliations she has planned, she can deal with them, and she knew she'd make it far worse for herself by resisting.
So Harriet, struggling not to become overwhelmed with the unique situation, planned her day ahead. There were a few classes, but knew that they were revision sessions that needed little preparation. The other, secret side to her sixth form life, was quite different.
She would meet Ms. Cane before the start of the day in her office, where the teacher would check she's wearing panties, maybe tease her a little bit, then send her on her way. At break and lunch it would be more teasing, maybe a little spanking, topped off by a session at the end of the day with even more teasing and spanking, and an order to crawl between her teacher's legs and finish her off.
Knowing the routine beforehand made it far easier to psyche herself up for getting through the next few hours, but that confidence turned into nervous energy by the time Harriet turned up at the door to Cane's office.
Hesitating for a moment, she collected her new plan of action, then knocked before she could over-think it.
"Come in."
Harriet took a deep breath, opened the door, and entered the room. Striding across the room to the desk, she wasted no time in assuming her morning position. Cane watched with a curious expression as Harriet bent over the desk in front of her, placing her hands on the desk and keeping her head down against the desk before she needed to be asked.
This was her small victory, surprising the woman who had tricked and blindsided her before in this very office. 'I don't need to be pushed around, I know what you want from me,' she thought.
However, the first word spoken after she had entered the room cut any internal celebration short. It wasn't what was said that caused Harriet's eyes to widen, but the fact that it didn't come from the woman in front of her.
"Wow," Harriet heard from her right hand side.
After a moment of panic, Harriet shot back upright, turning around to see a complete stranger sat on a chair by the window.
"You weren't kidding," the woman said, her face showing a gleeful surprise as her eyes shifted from Harriet to Cane. Harriet had no clue what to do with herself, too overcome by the shock to offer any believable excuse as to why she had just bent over the desk and stuck her ass in the air.
"Harriet, this is Naomi," Ms. Cane said, her voice unchanging even as she smiled.
"She's a very close friend of mine."
Not knowing what exactly to do, Harriet awkwardly held out her hand and said, "nice to meet you," hoping to forget about this moment as soon as possible. Naomi took her hand in hers, the softness of her dark brown skin at her fingertips distracting the student from the situation for a blissful moment.
Harriet's brain was on fire trying to think of a reason for why she would have done that. There was no excuse that made any sense, but both of the women seemed too relaxed - did Ms. Cane break their deal by telling this woman about what was between them?
Despite the situation she was in, she couldn't help but look Naomi up and down, trying to take in who this woman was before she made any move. She was black, a little taller than both her and her teacher, and dressed a little less elegantly than Cane. She wore a pair of jeans and a cream jumper, with a grey bomber jacket on top. Her curvaceous hips, beautiful face, and piercing green eyes rooted Harriet to the spot.
Eventually tearing her eyes away from Naomi, who had begun to look amused, she turned back to Ms. Cane. Harriet leaned in slightly, knowing full well the panic and fear she was showing as she wordlessly implored her teacher for help. She reminded herself that this, like most things she had faced these last few days, was likely a trap set for her, she found her voice.
"Ms. Cane..."
"Yes, Harriet?"
"What's going on?"
Harriet tried to ignore the woman behind her as she chuckled, instead focusing on the one woman who had got her into this situation - and possibly the one to get her out of it. To think that she had thought she'd gain some control back this morning... it was already a distant wish.
"Well," Ms. Cane responded, leaning closer to her, resting her elbows on her desktop, "You were doing quite well before you got spooked."
Harriet responded with a quizzical look.
"Assume the position again. I won't say it a second time."
Harriet's heart sank. She had thought that if Cane shared their situation with someone else, it would be a break in the contract and she'd cancel the whole thing. Yet now she was here, Harriet knew she still didn't have a choice.
She was tempted to bring up the rule broken by her mistress, but instead accepted the command. For all her attempts to figure a way out of this situation, she knew she was at a disadvantage.
Slowly, Harriet took a step back and resumed her position, bending over the desk in front of her teacher. As she pressed her breasts against the wood, she felt incredibly self-conscious, knowing that this stranger was stood behind her as she presented her ass.
