Kate closes the term with a new submissive recruit
Author's note: I have been writing adult stories for about 10 years so have a big backlog to share. But the recent Gothic story challenge brought out this story from me that had to be written. Readers should enjoy each of the four parts. I will publish subsequent sections about every fortnight. Constructive comments are welcome. Otherwise just stay in your mother's basement and stay off the computer.
Sexual acts depicted in the story are committed by adults over eighteen years old. It is an erotic horror story and includes described scenes of graphic sex including punishment, anal and incest. I wrote this NOT as a BDSM story. It is predominantly girl on girl because our heroine loves women. If that is not what you are looking for don't read on. Kate takes until Chapter 4 to vanquish the specters from her past and claim the Estate. But she gets a taste of the erotic horror that is to come throughout at first through dreams.
My name is Kate and I teach English Literature at a prestigious private associate college for women. I am of advanced intelligence and sped through high school and college so I am just a few years older than my students. My sexual orientation is fluid as I have had male and female lovers; mostly my own age or younger but a few mature lovers have graced my bed. Being an all female college with boarding required I'm sure has opened the eyes and thighs of my special eighteen year old students.
My area of expertise is the Romantic Period (1785-1832). I have a concentration in the Gothic Period that concerned itself with elaborate tales of mystery, suspense, and superstition. Most Gothic villains are powerful males who prey on young, virginal women. The stories create tension and appeal deeply to my young women students. They identify particularly with the innocent and helpless heroine being overwhelmed by the evil males and outrageously evil male clergy.
My elective class is very popular as word and whispers get around. However I am very selective of the women I allow to sign up. I require then to be at least eighteen and take a personality test and follow-up private interview with each student. I am somewhat ashamed to say I fill my class with the most attractive students and the most 'open' to new experiences. Advance studies for essays and term papers and independent studies are held at my campus residence. Sometimes 'studying' goes way into the night where my students have been known to spend the night investigating their professor.
When my students read aloud from the Gothic novels there is a heavy sexual tension in the room. The panic, terror, and other emotions often told through the eyes of the heroine can make the characters and settings seem wild and out of control. Most of my students have led very controlled lives of privilege but loose themselves in the stories, especially when the evil males force themselves on the heroine. I have introduced erotic gothic literature to the second year's taking independent study. The female scent gets very strong in my den during our book reading circles.
The college requires the young women wear uniforms which I think were chosen by the all male Board of Directors. White blouses, pleated short skirts with suspenders and knee socks are daily wear. When lost in the reading or listening to the adventures of the heroine my students disregard proper seating decorum and I often stare into various colored moist panties or from my special students trimmed or waxed moist labia are on display.
Interested in this time period and my heritage I did one of those ancestry tests. I got my results and had very high Celtic blood percentages going back hundreds of years. I allowed my DNA to be added to the registry especially since I was now an 'orphan,' per se, as such as my parents had died and I did not know of any uncles or aunts. The school term was coming to the end when an official letter was delivered by currier to my residence one Saturday. I had to sign for the official document then took it to the kitchen.
It was from a Solicitor in Ireland. He had detailed that my DNA and name had identified me as the only surviving heir to a large estate; manor house, lands and accounts. The property was being maintained but would soon revert to the Interior Ministry if unclaimed. I had to appear in his office in Dublin within a few weeks if I wished to pursue a claim. I checked my personal papers and made sure my passport was valid.
On Monday I called him very early from my college office when I got a moment from grading term papers, finalizing grades and turning in required end of term documents. Eoghan Mac Gabhann told me all of it was quite real and if I could fax then bring my passport, my notarized birth certificate and my father's death certificate he would finalize the turning over the entire estate.
When I ended my call there was a tiny tap on my office door. I said come in and in walked one of my first year students. She was very shy and struggled with expressing herself in class and working in teams for class projects. Although she was an eighteen year old freshman, she was very mousy but was one of the hottest looking students in my class. Emma had long black hair and deep blue eyes. Her body could 'launch a thousand ships' but she didn't feel confident enough to use it to her advantage.
She was 'stacked like a brick shit-house' as the men would say; Emma was easily a DD and the white uniform blouse had trouble keeping them contained. Her full hips and ass kept the pleated skirt moving when she walked the hall. However like I said she was very mousy. She stood in front of my desk with her eyes downward and waited.
I asked her what she wanted. "I know I didn't do well in this class and I was wondering if there was anything I could do today to help pull my final grade up."
"Well Emma I calculated your final grade and it hovers between a C and a B and since you did not engage me in class I'm leaning towards a C," I challenged her.
"Oh no, Miss Kate I really need that B for my GPA. My daddy will be so mad at me with that C. He will discipline me for not applying my best. I'll do anything to help my grade!" she started to blubber.
"Anything?" I asked strongly. - "Yes anything," she whispered drying her tears. "I heard the rumors Mistress Kathrynne," she said hesitantly keeping her eyes downcast. She used the title certain of my girls are required to call me in private.
"Oh really?" I asked. - "Yes Mistress Kathrynne, your second year girls told me what I would have to do to improve my grade," Emma said quietly.
"And what is it that you will have to do Emma?" I asked strongly.
"Anything. Anything you tell me to, Mistress Kathrynne," Emma whispered so low I hardly heard her.
"Emma, go lock the door!" I said strongly and moved my rolling chair out from behind my desk to watch her.
