"She's just a friend, Ma'am," Jason said as greeting that evening when Dr. Michaels opened the door 22 seconds after Michaels had stomped on the floor.
She poked her head into the hall to look for any onlookers before yanking the pet into her apartment by the scruff of his neck. He began undressing before she locked the door, and continued to gush as the clothes left that taught, obnoxious body.
"Just a friend, Ma'am, I swear. We've known each other since middle school, but nothing has ever happened with us. It couldn't."
Michals knocked Jason's chin, and regarded his naked self in all her righteous, perfumed glory as he sank to his knees, a pair of blue plaid boxers still tangled around one ankle. She paced around him in slow circles, letting the swish of her lavender robe join Jason's nervous pants as the only sounds to penetrate the apartment's stale, cool silence.
She reached out and scratched a nail in a circle around his throat while she walked.
"And so here's the part," she almost whispered, "where I go about making Lindsay my pet, too...Suddenly go lesbian because the passion and opportunity is just too irresistible.."
"Ma'am-" Jason began, but Michaels shut him up with a hard knuckle to to the back of his head.
"Maybe I'll even put her beneath you...a pet for the pet, and all three of us have ourselves some fun." Michaels smacked the boy right across the mouth. "Right...Jase?"
Jason sighed and shook his head. "Of course not. You're the woman, the only woman, I want to be with."
Michaels gave a little groan of her own and stopped pacing. The pet was pathetic in any number of ways, but he was always totally honest with her. If he said he had never fucked Lindsay, and wanted only her, then it was so. There was no reason she shouldn't allow part of her anger to ebb. And she honestly knew that she didn't really have a right to be angry with Jason in the first place when she had never said that he couldn't be with other women.
Yet... she hadn't even imagined the possibility, either. Not until this afternoon when a pretty little blond thing was pawing him and smiling into his eyes. Now she wasn't sure if she was still above making Jason swear loyalty to her.
After all..."What was she doing in your apartment last weekend?"
"Watching a movie and playing video games, Ma'am," Jason said, a tad more dryly than she appreciated. "Nothing more. Her and three others."
Yes, okay. Alright. She was mature enough to let that part of it all go. Michaels had always known—even expected—that part of Jason's private life must involve friends. Yes, of course he had friends. He wasn't that pathetic. He and his friends got together and watched crappy movies and played Fatal Fantasy, or whatever, and good for them. There wasn't s a single thing about that Michaels could rightfully be angry about, or punish Jason for. And she truly wasn't angry about it. Just...upset. Upset in a way she couldn't understand, and that did make her angry. So angry that she growled and slapped Jason several times.
And then something else occurred to her, and her anger grew even hotter. Michales snarled aloud and squatted to tug the boy by his pubes towards the couch. She sat, patted her lap, and barked, "Bend!"
Jason immediately knelt and prostrated himself over her knees, ass raised and submissive. She petted those soft, firm, perfect cheeks with something almost like affection while one hand clawed his face in an iron grip that deformed those pretty features.
"You sent Lindsay to my office, didn't you?" she said, leaning close enough to nip his ear once the words left her lips. "Sicked her on me."
"I didn't think she would come until next week, Ma'am," Jason said, his words slurred by the hand twisting his face. It was the wrong answer, and Michaels gave his ass a hard smack. "I wasn't up to anything, Ma'am!" Smack. "If I'd known she was going to show up when she did, I never would have said anything!" Smack. "I thought you might click once you actually talked to her, Ma'am." That earned three smacks.
"Just what did you say to her?" Michaels demanded, once more petting cheeks that were now hot glowing pink.
"I didn't even bring it up," Jason said, a bit sullen. "Gre—ah, Lindsay has been freaking out about your class all semester, and your grade on her last revision was keeping her up at night. She's really shy, and frankly...well, Ma'am, you kinda scare her. So all I did was mention what a cool teacher you actually are, and that you would totally work with her if she came to office hours. That's what I said, Ma'am."
Dr. Michaels' grip on Jason's face slipped and her hand stopped teasing his ass. That...wasn't the answer she had expected. Not at all what she had wanted to hear, not with Jason bent over her knee. He clearly had to be in the wrong somehow.
'Cool teacher'...? It was true that she had actually had a perfectly pleasant time with Lindsay that evening. The child was ditzy, but not stupid, and together they had polished her piece from a weak C into the inklings of an A-. Within minutes after Jason's departure Lindsay had become just another eager student, and Dr. Michaels was committed—no, wanted—to help any of her students to succeed.
But still. Still! Jason had done something wrong...hadn't he? Overstepped some boundary. Of course he had. His very existence in her life was a violation. A fundamental betrayal. Why else would the sight of his shaggy hair, toned back, and miraculous ass make her so furious? Jason! Always playing some game! Always trying to put fingers in her personal life! Such a child! Such an immature, ignorant, obnoxious child!
Dr. Michaels was spanking the boy once more before she even realized it. Swatting him like a toddler caught with a finger in his nose. Firm, but not fierce, and almost mechanically rhythmic. Smack, smack, smack. Jason only grunted at the strikes for awhile, but soon began to yelp as his abused ass glowed ever brighter. After a minute, Michaels' palm grew numb. After several minutes, Michaels had no feeling below her elbow, yet the mere sound of the continual snap of her deadened hand against Jason's red ass drove her on.
Michaels finally forced herself to stop, and even gently stroked her pet's burning behind for a short time. He was drooped heavy over her knees, eyes slightly glazed over, and sweating hard enough to drench Michaels' robe halfway up her thighs. Michals had no pity. The kid loved it. Why else would his aggressive prick be rock hard and smearing disgusting boylube up and down her calf with every eager pulse?
Michales stretched out her arm, leaned in close to Jason's ear, and hissed, "Bad boy!" as she gave his his ass one more thunderous smack.
"Thank you, Ma'am..." Jason breathed. "Sorry, Ma'am."
Michaels slammed her pet's dazed head hard beneath the chin, and the naked boy sprang upright as best he could. His legs were spread, and his knees bowed, yet Jason tried to stand as straight as he could given how much pain his ass must have been in. Michaels couldn't help but cackle at him for a moment.
She slinked down from the couch onto her knees, her head at Jason's waist. Her middle finger slowly slipped inside her cunt as her lungs took in the musky, pleasantly sour scent of Jason's arousal. Michales gripped her pet's dribbling cock and gave it several violent pumps while staring up into his eyes. At last, she worked the hard cock towards her face, parted her lips...and spat with utter contempt onto Jason's erection.
"Ha!" she laughed up towards his face. "Not tonight, Jason! Not ever. No, no, not even if I was poisoned and dying, and your disgusting prick held the only antidote—no, not even then would I ever put this vile thing in my mouth."
Michaels shoved aside Jason's wet cock and instead concentrated on a patch of his hip, barely an inch from the outer fringe of his robust (if trimmed) pubic hair. It was an arbitrary place on the boy's body, notable only for the proximity to his crotch, a patch of thin, sensitive skin that Michaels licked at with a few quick swirls, earning a deep, guttural moan from Jason. She gripped the top of Jason's thigh hard, kissed several times at the wet patch she had made...
And sank her teeth into his flesh.
Jason's entire body tensed and began to tremble. He smacked his hands over his mouth and gasped several times before slowly, reluctantly crying out in eye-watering agony.
Michaels was only inspired to bite harder, and harder, teeth sinking into skin and muscle that seemed ever more deliciously fragile with every minute tightening of her jaw.
Finally, Michales pulled back to confront the most hideous bruise she had ever seen. There were her teeth, every one of them pressed so hard into Jason's body in blue, black, and red that it would be months before the proof of her faded from his skin. A half dozen tiny beads of blood began to well in the wound she had inflicted, and Dr. Michaels giggled—giggled!-in satisfaction. It was perfect. Jason was marked, and it was perfect.
Dr. Michaels' minds mind was suddenely a blank inferno of want. She sprung to her feet and began pushing Jason, shove after hard shove, towards the bedroom. Once inside, she yanked him around by the shoulders, slapped him, and slammed him atop the bed hard enough to wind him, and scrambled up herself while he wheezed. The bedroom was cool and dark, but the window above her bed always let in enough moonlight to work by. Tonight, Dr. Michaels wanted no foreplay, no banter, no games. She simply twisted atop Jason, her back to his face, grabbed that chubby cock hard, and stabbed it inside her body with a relieved growl.
Michaels massaged her clit and clawed at her own breasts as she ground on the pet's satisfying member. She seldom rode him reverse cowgirl—slapping, spitting, yanking, and tweaking the other side of his body was just too satisfying, and inevitably gave her the quickest, hardest orgasms. Yet sometimes...sometimes it was just more comfortable to pleasure herself with his body without looking at his face. And in any case, it was fun to feel the boy's dick rubbing against different parts of her pusssy with the altered angle.
