Synopsis: Sayali, a beautiful but undisciplined Indian teenager, encounters a personal tutor who is interested in taming her spirit for his own purposes, rather than to please her mother, who also has designs on him.
My luck was good and Ms Kanan Jorsay agreed to meet with me later in the morning. In fact she even accepted my invitation to have lunch, if her schedule permitted. I arrived a few minutes before our meeting, having found my way to the room with little difficulty. Her directions had been terse but easy to follow. This young woman was obviously an orderly, well organized person based on this and the information I had gleaned from Neleema.
In person this short, slim, dark skinned woman acted as if she was at least twenty centimeters taller and perhaps twenty kilograms heavier. She extended her tiny, bony hand in greeting and I took it, surprised at its coolness. Her grasp was quick and amazingly firm for a woman of her size. Kanan's face was almost skeletal, her skin stretched in sharp planes over the bony ridges of her cheeks and eye sockets. Her jaw was a clenched line that gave her the appearance of some bird of prey that had long since become extinct. Her eyes were hidden behind the tinted lenses of her glasses, their design narrowing her face even more. There was no way that she could be described as pretty or passable, but her face was unlike any I had ever seen. This was an exotic creature from our primordial past come to judge her descendants.
For some reason my penis was hardening; I could not believe how my body and portions of my mind were reacting to this birdlike creature. Later my now strange behavior would become routine whenever I was in her presence, and I would no longer be anything but thrilled over my response to whatever that small, ball of angry flesh was radiating from somewhere deep within her.
She immediately took control of our meeting, asking me a series of rapid fire questions, each one tied securely to its predecessor. Within minutes she knew quite a bit about me while keeping herself nearly a complete stranger. My erection was still intruding into my attempts to gain some control of our discussion. After being assured that I was indeed a member of the teaching profession, and had some knowledge about certain flaws that Sayali possessed, she paused. I foolishly thought she was allowing me an opportunity to make some queries of my own. But before the first words could come from my mouth she delivered the first of many devastating blows aimed at my young pupil.
"There are times that I am firmly convinced that she is the reincarnation of some evil creature from the past. In my more charitable moments I believe her to be spoiled and in need of guidance and extremely firm discipline. She is not untalented when she applies herself, which is infrequent, but sufficient enough to totally frustrate me as a teacher. The new ways of our country have made it impossible to use the type of approach that I often experienced when growing up and even while I was at university." It was becoming very difficult to contain myself, to continue to act the part of a disinterested servant just wanting to know the easiest path to success with Sayali. I began to realize that here was a kindred spirit of sorts. I began to fantasize her as my assistant, an eager helpmate in the taming of this little imp. Kanan must have read some of these thoughts from my face. For the first time that stern configuration of skin and clenched muscle broke into something resembling a smile. To be honest it looked at first as if it were a grimace of discomfort, until I noted the relaxing of certain portions of her dark face. I pressed on with a more comfortable feeling about this matter.
I decided that I had to draw this young lady out further, and this was not the proper venue for it. I suggested we discuss the matter of discipline with respect to Sayali over an early lunch. Her smile grew tighter as she nodded her head. Kanan took the lead, and within minutes we were in a small, dark restaurant. We were seated, at her request, well away from the main flow of traffic to the elaborate buffet of Indian dishes that were simmering over the small candles keeping them warm. To my surprise she ordered a cocktail. In my experience few Indian women drank, and the thought of her returning to teach with liquor on her breath seemed to be the height of arrogance on her part. I had much to learn about Kanan, and I was about to have my first lesson.
She leaned forward once the waiter had disappeared into the darkness and said in a low voice tinged with venom, "I have had fantasies about beating that one bloody." I was utterly stunned. I could do nothing but try to accustom myself to the dimness and search for her face to see if perchance she had just made a joke. Even before I could start reading her features she confirmed the sincerity of her initial comment. "In my mind, I've turned those bouncing breasts into strips of raw bleeding meat on more than one occasion as she spitefully ignored my instructions or feigned ignorance concerning what they meant." I could feel her mirrored eyes drilling a hole into my deepest recesses, and at the same time I began to detect the faintest of scents emanating from her. I felt like an animal picking up the smell of another of my kind. I grew excited; my penis once more unsheathed at the prospect of becoming one with this exotic young woman. She was turning into something beyond my most optimistic expectations or fantasies.
It was time to reveal my true intentions to Kanan; failure to do so might alienate us before we even had a chance to bond. With a deep breath I told her briefly of what had happened the previous evening, presenting the highlights and trying to conceal as much as I could about how I felt as I tore into Sayali's firm breasts and that yawning crevice of a cunt. She reached across the table and once more I was treated to the sensation of her small bony hand transmitting another one of her unspoken thoughts to me. The arrival of the waiter with her cocktail and my iced tea broke the spell momentarily. She took a long sip from the chilled contents of her glass and then started to tell me the brief story of her life. I hung on every word.