Sorry about the long wait for this installment of "The Teacher's Pet", but here it is, and I hope you enjoy it. I have already began work on Chapter 4, so look for it to be posted soon. Thanks to everyone who has sent me feedback, I really do appreciate it, so keep it coming.
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Denise watched her slave struggle against her bonds through a slight haze. The orgasm she had just experienced was one of the strongest she had ever had in her life. She rested on the bed for a moment, trying to gather her composure, trying to slow her breathing to normal.
"You...handled that...well...slut," she said at last, her breathing still a little short.
"Th-th-thank you, Mistress," Amanda said, her own breathing still short from her own orgasm. She was still trying to hold her burning ass high, fighting the urge to just start humping the bed. She was still very horny and wanted desperately to cum again.
"And I think I will...overlook...the fact that you came without my permission. But only this once. You are never to cum unless I allow it. Do you understand that slut?"
"Y-Y-Yes, Mistress," Amanda stammered, fear gripping her heart at the thought of displeasing her Teacher.
"However, I don't think I liked your use of profanity either," Denise said as she looked at the thin line of blood on the young girls ass. She felt her pussy twitch at the thought 'I did that.'
"Therefore, I feel that you should be punished for that," Denise said, rising from the bed.
"Y-Y-Yes, Mistress," Amanda said quietly, fresh tears forming in her eyes at the thought of the leash again.
"Your punishment for the use of such language is that I shall not give you the reward promised for the good job you did in eating my pussy earlier," Denise said as she unlocked the shackles from Amanda's wrists.
"Yes, Mistress," Amanda said, disappointment in her voice. "Thank You, Mistress. I deserve that. I will do better."
"I'm sure you will, slut," Denise replied, unlatching the chains from the collar and attaching the leash. "Get into position, slut."
Amanda moved quickly, kneeling on the bed with her hands behind her neck and her knees apart. Her pussy still itched and she was dieing to finger herself, but dared not to.
"I think we have had a productive night, however," Denise said gazing into Amanda's pale blue eyes. "As long as things continue in this way--you remembering the rules, pleasing me, and so on--then I think you may pass my class after all."
Amanda gazed back into her Mistress's piercing green eyes, a small, loving smile touching her lips. "Thank You, Mistress," she said quietly.
"Now, it is starting to get late, and we don't want to get your mother upset until I have had a chance to talk to her. So, what do we do now, slut?" Denise said, slipping into her "teacher mode."
"It is time to bathe you, Mistress," Amanda said quickly.
"Very good, slut, you remembered. Too bad you can't answer that quickly in class," Denise said tugging on the leash.
"Yes, Mistress. Thank You, Mistress," Amanda replied, crawling off of the bed to follow her Mistress.
Denise led her into what Amanda assumed was the "Mistress's Bedroom."
"Take a good look around, slut. I will expect you to clean the house, top to bottom, on the weekends. This room--IF you continue to please me--may also become a big part of your life. Now, follow me."
Denise led her through a door on the far side of the big room. As they walked through it, Amanda looked around. The bed was at least a queen size, four-poster bed. On either side of the bed stood a nightstand, each with two drawers and a closed door. An elaborate dressing table with a large mirror stood at one wall, next to a large window covered in dark blue drapes. There was the soft sound of music coming from a radio somewhere, but Amanda could not see it, and the sweet smell of potpourri was in the air.
Denise opened the door and led Amanda into a much larger bathroom than the one they were in before.
