A Private Lesson You Wont Forget 04

Another piece inspired by the amazing content of the lovely Scarlet/ 'fortheloveofgloves'.

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Seeing as the dungeon was severely lacking in a clock or any other means to tell how much time had passed, there was no way of knowing just how long the days 'lesson' had truly lasted.

Oh, given how numb your legs had grown, as well as how red your bottom most likely was, let alone how many tears had made their way down your face as you looked through misty eyes at the mirror and your own desperate reflection, it had most certainly been a fair amount of time. But how long, you couldn't quite be certain.

That said, based on the dozen or so mistakes you'd managed to make along the way, as well as the many re-started rounds of spanking those had brought upon you, it had been quite a while. Truth be told, given you could almost feel the heat radiating off your bare bottom, an ache that was almost tangible, there was a fairly good chance you would have been reduced to little more than a blubbering mess when all was said and done had that been the extent of the lesson.

But it wasn't, and you weren't.

Well, not entirely.

Tears had certainly filled your eyes more times than you could count, and your ass cheeks both bore the marks from countless slaps, but there had indeed been a second part to your ordeal. One which had made all the difference when all was said and done.

For alongside the many spankings you'd received from Miss Moore's leather-gloved hand, there had been nearly as many orgasms drawn out from deep within your aching body by Miss Scarlet's. The wicked woman had never once let up for longer than a few seconds- when you'd finished blowing one load, she would coil her leather-clad fingers around your thoroughly spent cock like a hungry serpent and begin stroking it until such time as you exploded once again.

It should have been amazing, or at least enough for you to ignore the pain brought on by the spankings, and you'd be lying if you said you hadn't derived a fair amount of pleasure from the long, sensuous leather-gloved handjobs Miss Scarlet had given you over and over and over again. But with next-to-no time to recover in between them, what had begun as enjoyable had quickly devolved into a completely different kind of pain.

Your cock- and, by extension, the rest of you, simply had no tangible experience dealing with multiple orgasms, let alone ones delivered in such a way, and by the time of your final one, your nether regions ached in a way you never thought was possible.

The best way, in fact, the only way you could possibly describe it, was drained.

You had been thoroughly drained by Miss Scarlet's gloved hands and, exhausted as you were, that, along with your aching behind, made you seriously ponder if it would even be possible for you to move off the bench once you were given the opportunity to do so, or if you would be forced to remain here until you got your strength back.

However, before such a chance could even be offered, Miss Scarlet stood up and generously squirted your otherwise burning cheeks with a lotion of some sort and rubbed them gently with her gloved hand, providing you with a small amount of relief given what you'd just gone through.

"You did rather well today," she whispered, and her words filled you with a comforting sort of warmth. "I'm very proud of you... But, you aren't quite finished, are you?"

Before you could even fathom what she meant by such a question, she finished up, returned to her stool and moved it towards the front of the bench, Miss Moore joining her there on one of her own. And once they were in position, you managed to see through tear-stained eyes just what was expected of you.

The wicked women raised their legs and presented their heels to you, both pairs of shoes practically glistening with the days' accumulated cum. Some had dried while the most recent globs were still quite warm, and much as you had no desire to do such a thing yet again, in your restrained and otherwise exhausted state, you couldn't exactly refuse either.

Slipping your tongue out, you slowly and carefully ran it along the cool black patent leather of each shoe, lapping up every drop, every trace, every last little bit of your juices, until all four heels were shiny and clean from the effort. Your mouth was filled with the salty taste of your cum as well as the sweet flavor of their leather, but once they were seemingly satisfied with your work, Miss Scarlet smiled, stood up, undid your restraints and helped you to your feet.

As you'd expected, it was a bit of a struggle to stand, your legs nearly devoid of any and all strength after the dual assaults of Miss Moore's spankings and Miss Scarlet's milkings, let alone the fact that you'd been restrained for however long you had been. After a few uneasy steps, however, you managed to steady yourself long enough for the Amazonian Goddess that was Miss Scarlet to let go of you without worry of you falling to the floor in a heap.

"There now, that wasn't so bad, was it?" She said with a smirk. "And I do believe Miss Moore learned quite a bit today. Perhaps you did as well."

"I should hope so," Miss Moore added, her gloved hands on her hips as she stared at your struggling form. "Although I do think I'll need a bit more practice to be sure."

You groaned at her words, unsure if you could possibly manage to withstand another lesson like this one before the week was over with. Luckily for you, Miss Scarlet put a stop to that, pushing aside such ideas almost immediately. "We have plenty more for you to learn. If there's time for another spanking then by all means, but until then let us focus on your remaining lessons first."

Miss Moore pouted for a moment, then nodded. If nothing else, you'd seemingly earned a reprieve of sorts, although whether that was a good thing or not remained to be seen. After all, you still had no earthly idea what other lessons Miss Scarlet had in mind, and it was quite possible that they would be just as bad as the spanking you'd received if not worse. You'd have to wait and see.

Slowly, the three of you made your way out of the dungeon, your legs constantly wobbling but otherwise managing to remain stable all the way up the stairs and back to the main floor. Much as you wanted nothing more than to rest up, your body completely drained of energy after your ordeal, Miss Scarlet instead beckoned you and Miss Moore back to the dining room.

A late lunch awaited you all there, and a clock on the wall showed it was almost three o' clock. You struggled to sit down, as well as to process the fact that you'd apparently been in the basement for nearly six hours, but the aftermath of your lesson made it extremely difficult to manage.

The moment your sore bottom touched the seat you couldn't help but whimper in discomfort, much to Miss Moore's continued enjoyment. She could hardly suppress her giggles, and you hung your head in despair, knowing that, much as it hurt, you had deserved it given how you'd acted in her class.

At first, the meal was silent, the three of you eating quietly even as your mind raced and reeled and your thoughts danced back and forth between hoping that the days lessons were indeed over and done with, and a strange desire for more. More what you couldn't quite articulate, only that a small part of you was clearly craving it.

You got your answers soon enough.

"I think today was a rather good start," Miss Scarlet began, sipping a glass of wine as she did so, her eyes locked on you. "Once we are finished our meal, you are to go upstairs and soak in a cold bath until it's time for dinner. We need you in good condition for tomorrow's lesson."

The thought of a cool bath certainly sounded like Heaven to your sore behind and aching cock, but you couldn't help but be a little curious as to what the next day's lessons could possibly entail.

But Miss Scarlet wasn't quite finished.

"Tomorrow you will learn all about self-control... Miss Moore and I will provide a fair amount of stimulation, both pleasurable and painful, and you will do your best to hold back..." Her smirk returned as she continued her explanation. "However, just as with today, failure will mean we will have to start all over again..."

Vague as her words were, they were more than enough to get the wheels in your head spinning in a dozen different directions.

Stimulation could mean a great many things both good and bad, and the idea of having to hold back... Given how difficult it had been to do so today, you couldn't believe you were expected to do the same thing again. Then again, you didn't have much choice. You'd agreed to this, and there was little else you could do but see it through.

Once the meal was finished, you quickly rose to pull out both women's chairs, without needing a reminder this time. You also held the dining room door open for them so that both Miss Scarlet and Miss Moore could walk out without issue, although Miss Moore cheekily swatted your bottom on her way, causing you to jump.

Following them back into the hallway, you made your way to the staircase and the second floor, although the ladies did not do the same. Instead, they headed back towards the basement door and the dungeon therein, no doubt so they could discuss whatever they had in mind for the following days' lesson.

Curious as you may have been you had been given an order from Miss Scarlet, and you dared not disobey.

Somehow, walking up these stairs was far more difficult than the basement steps had been, your legs more or less jelly after everything you'd gone through. Even so, you managed to reach the second floor as well as the guest room, where you quickly headed for the bathroom and turned on the tap.

The bathtub slowly filled with cool water, and as it did you pulled a towel off a nearby rack and placed it within reach. Then you carefully stepped inside, the chilly temperature sending shivers all throughout your body which quickly turned from uncomfortable to pleasant to refreshing as you submerged and your sore legs and aching bottom began to soak.

As the cool water did its job on your body, your mind continued to try its damnedest to come to grips with everything you'd experienced as well as what was left to experience. Miss Moore's spanking had certainly put the one Miss Scarlet had given you to shame, although the pain from that was nothing compared to the discomfort you could still feel in your cock.

Though you couldn't quite explain it, the milking you'd received was somehow one of the most painful things you'd ever felt, as well as one of the most incredible.

You'd masturbated plenty of times in your life, and had sex a fair amount as well, yet all those memories seemed to pale in comparison to this. Miss Scarlet's gloved hands had somehow overshadowed every last one of those experiences, to the point that, try as you might, you honestly could not conceive of anything ever possibly topping it.

In a word, you were really and truly fucked.

Sure, you'd already felt a strong sense of submission towards your teacher and her gloves, even before that first lesson she'd given you. The sight of her that first day, along with her stern, domineering attitude, had planted a seed in your mind right from the start, one which began to grow the moment she'd seen fit to put you in your place.

But what had begun as simple submission to her had become something else entirely.

You were addicted to Miss Scarlet and her gloves.

They had filled your mind constantly, ever since that first day in her class, and now those thoughts crystallized into something akin to a shrine of outright obedience deep in the core of your mind if not your very being. It wasn't simply that you wanted- no, needed, to submit to her. You needed to obey her, to serve her, and to worship her.

As you continued to soak in the tub, those thoughts soaked into your already exhausted mind, and before long, it felt as if they had always been there. A metaphorical collar had been snapped around you and, much like the physical one still around your neck, it didn't seem likely it would ever truly be gone.

Serene as you felt, the silence of the second floor was quickly upended by the sound of heels on marble tile, and though for a moment you worried that you'd been in the bath too long and were now late for dinner, such worries were quickly dashed when you heard the door to the room beside you open and close, the heels move around inside for a moment.

Miss Scarlet and Miss Moore were in there, and as quietly as you could, you pressed your ear to the wall, intent on hearing what, if anything was going to be said. A naughty action perhaps, and one which could lead to further punishment if you were caught, but your curiosity was insatiable, and you longed to know if they were going to discuss tomorrow's lessons.

Unfortunately, no such discussion occurred. But that did not mean what you heard was any less intriguing.

"We talked about this," Miss Scarlet began, her tone strict as ever, and you could almost imagine her standing with her gloved hands on her hips and glaring, just as she'd done to you on more than one occasion.

But the only person she could be doing that to was Miss Moore.

And she was.

"I know," the other woman began, her voice soft and- submissive? Yes. It reminded you of your own. "I just... I just got carried away is all."

You imagined Miss Moore sitting down- perhaps on a bed or a chair, and looking up at Miss Scarlet like a disobedient student. That simple image brought a small smile to your face- the idea that even someone who had so thoroughly punished you could also be put in their place just as easily as you had was even more soothing than the bath.

"Indeed you did... And you could have easily done real damage. I told you to remain focused on the lesson, not on your feelings. What if you'd hurt him? What then?"

Miss Scarlet's obvious concern made you feel warm even in the cold water of the bath, and you continued to listen in to their conversation.

"It's not as if he's going to tell anymore," Miss Moore countered, seemingly trying to sound confident even though her tone remained as soft as it had been at the start. Much as you didn't want to admit it though, she was right. Regardless of your predicament, the very idea of telling a soul about it never even crossed your mind. The humiliation it would garner would make the sort you'd already gone through seem like child's play in comparison.

That said, if you'd expected Miss Scarlet to agree, you were quickly proven wrong. The next thing you heard was not a response, but a command.

One you were rather familiar with.

"Bend over. Now."

Your eyes widened, and before the realization could fully come together in your mind, the first smack of her gloved hand rang out in the room beside you, followed by a cried out 'ONE' from Miss Moore. And once you heard that something else became crystal clear to you. Something you hadn't even considered.

Miss Scarlet had said Miss Moore was here to learn. You'd assumed the lessons she was learning from were the ones being done to you.

The truth was, Miss Moore was not all that different than you. She too had things she needed to be taught. And it seemed she was in the midst of learning one right now.

More cries echoed out, Miss Moore counting along with each one, and though you could not see her, you could almost hear the tears streaking down her face. And easy as it would have been to take a little joy in this- in her experiencing the very same thing she'd done to you, you didn't feel happy. In truth, you felt almost sympathetic.

Because it was clear that, like your own lessons, hers were also your doing.

You had mouthed off in Miss Moore's class. You were the reason she'd sought Miss Scarlet out. And though at first glance it seemed like the end result was simply another punishment doled out to you, it was plain to see that wasn't all that had happened.

Miss Moore had made a deal with the proverbial devil, and though it meant she would learn to control her unruly students much the same way as Miss Scarlet did, it also meant she would need to go through the same things they did.

Just as she was now.

Your mind began to wander, to wonder what else she'd endured since she'd first been taken under Miss Scarlet's wing. The water around you grew warmer and less comforting on your aching body, but you didn't notice. Your mind was elsewhere, and only when you noticed no more numbers being called out did you turn your attention back to the room beside yours.

It wasn't quite silent, but in the place of a seemingly thoroughly deserved spanking were the soft gentle whispers of Miss Scarlet, and the low, desperate moans of Miss Moore.

"There there, that's a good girl," Miss Scarlet said. "Now what do we say?"

Miss Moore groaned, and your mind immediately conjured up the image of Miss Scarlet's gloved hand rubbing the other woman's pussy much as it had done to your cock after your own lessons. Something which was quickly proven to be true when Miss Moore finally managed to answer her.

"Thank.... Thank you, Miss Scarlet..."

Her groans grew louder and louder, turning to cries of pure pleasure as her orgasm filled the air. And then, just as she'd done with you in the dungeon, Miss Scarlet started the whole thing up again.

"Let's see if you can be as good a student as my little assistant," she said, and you smiled as you sank beneath the now-warm water.

You didn't know what awaited you in the morning, not really. But after hearing what you just had, you weren't nearly as worried. After all, Miss Moore wasn't likely to be as rough, and if she was, the odds were she would need to reap precisely what she'd sown.

Which meant whatever the next lesson entailed, you would happily face it head-on.