Chapter Three: Harmony Is Punished
It was a peaceful Sunday evening at Sweltings. I was sitting at my desk finishing up some paperwork in preparation for Monday. The week ahead appeared to be fairly free of complications with no new arrivals to train and only two regular appointments with the students. I couldn't help smirking as I thought back to Friday's appointment with Harmony Adair. The girl arrived at the school only two months ago, and I had been pleased to discover a sexually adventurous girl lurking beneath her prim exterior. On Friday she had begged me to fuck her tits, and eyed my cock with such obvious hunger that I had almost rammed it down her throat before she could beg for it. But this is not how my school is run. Our sessions feed upon unachieved desires, so I had decided to let her stew for a few more months before finally ramming my rod between those pouty red lips that kept cropping up in my fantasies. Unless, of course, something happened to force me to punish her with it. I swallowed. I could imagine the force with which I would take her virgin mouth in that scenario and the shock and desire that would radiate from those naive indigo eyes.
My fantasy was interrupted when my radio erupted with a message from the security guard that they had apprehended what they referred to as a "cookie burglar." That is, someone whose hand had been caught in the cookie jar-- or more literally, a girl who had been masturbating. I smiled to myself as I indicated to the guard that my schedule was clear for the next two hours, which would be sufficient time to punish the perpetrator. At 9:00, I had an appointment with Aubrey, Harmony's roommate, but until then, I was free. I gladly pushed my paperwork aside and wondered who the culprit could be.
My face betrayed no flicker of surprise when the two guards escorted a flushed Harmony Adair into his office. This was mainly because I was not at all surprised. Given her facial expression when I had explained the rule at her interview, I had a feeling this would eventually happen. Her long blonde hair fell around her like a curtain, brushing the skin of her arms exposed by her white camisole. The camisole was low enough to hint at the voluptuous breasts I had fucked just two days ago. The shirt was so tight and the fabric so sheer that I could see the rosy aureoles. Her nipples were hard, but I hardly saw them any other way. Though she appeared embarrassed and frightened, those taut buds told me that she was still very aroused, and it was her constant arousal that interested me more than anything else about her. She was also wearing gray pajama pants that were low-waisted, showing off her toned, tanned midriff. . I regarded her over the tops of his glasses-- glasses which I do not particularly need. The girls always squirm more when I use them as a prop, however. Miss Adair was no exception to this rule; she was looking at her feet and squirming most delightfully.
The time had come to break the silence. "Miss Adair, would you kindly explain to me what you were doing that caused these two gentlemen to have to interrupt their evening routines?"
She looked up hesitantly and spoke in the voice of a chastened child, "Sir, I was a naughty girl."
"Yes, obviously, but tell me what you did," I coaxed. "Come now, my dear, after all the talks we have had, I would think you would be able to confide in me." Not that we had done much talking during our sessions. I merely intended to remind her subtly that not two days ago, she had been on her hands and knees begging me to fuck her harder. She gasped softly in her characteristic signal of arousal, so I knew she understood.
"Sir, Aubrey has been away all weekend, and I became aroused. I was in my bed after I had finished my homework, and I kept hoping Aubrey would be home any minute. But she didn't come home, and..." her voice trailed off into embarrassed silence, and she looked pleadingly at me.
"Yes, Miss Adair?" I prodded, stepping closer to her. She didn't respond, so I placed my index finger under her chin and gently tilted it up so she could look into my eyes. For some reason, the girls always found this comforting. "What did you do then?" I asked softly.
Her eyes were melting into mine with an intensity I did not usually experience, but I showed no sign of it. She finally confessed, "I started massaging my breasts." It seemed she was finished, and I felt immeasurably disappointed. Breast stimulation had a much less interesting punishment than finger-fucking. One of the guards coughed pointedly, however, and she added, "And then I started playing with my clit." I raised my eyebrow, and she added one more sentence, "And then I started finger fucking myself."
I asked gravely, "Miss Adair, did you bring yourself to orgasm?"
A flush rose in her cheeks as she admitted, "Yes, sir." Thank God. If I hadn't been so immersed in my role as disciplinarian, I would have danced with happiness. One of my fantasies about this girl was about to come true.
"Did you do it while these guards were watching you?" I asked sternly, watching her nipples tighten harder beneath her shirt in reaction to my voice.
She was panting so softly that only I noticed it, but she tremulously replied, "Yes, sir, but I didn't know they were there."
"Would that have stopped you?" I asked almost cruelly, and was rewarded with a soft, erotic moan. She obviously loved it when I talked to her this way. With visible effort, she gathered herself to respond to my question.
"I don't know, sir," she responded with honesty. Refreshing honesty.
"I see." I released her chin and took several authoritative steps to my desk, gesturing the guards to guide Harmony to the seat in front of me. I gazed across the desk at her troubled yet aroused face and asked, "Miss Adair, do you know why masturbation is forbidden at Sweltings?"
She blinked. "No, sir," she responded. "Because it's repulsive and immoral?"
