Becoming The Teachers Pet Ch 04

"9:30? But that's way to early!" Complained the plump blonde, growing increasingly displeased about the rules written out in front of her. "What's this about no pants in the house!? Awe come on that's just mean," she groans, flustered.

"Well tough," Replies Claire sipping her coffee, watching her charge grow redder by the second. "It's not like little girls need modesty anyway," she teases, "who cares if someone sees you running around in just your panties."

Amelia turned scarlet, still unused to being talked down to in such a condescending way her whole body tingled with both excitement and indignation. Just as she was about to argue, Claire beat her to the punch. "Besides, if you're whining over that rule then you're really going to hate the next few," Claire teased, a diabolical grin being hidden by her coffee mug.

Amelia looked down to the next few lines her face to shifting from scarlet to crimson, "OH NO!, no no no no no," squealing, panicked by what's she's seeing. "You were actually serious about that?" Looking up from the sheet of paper to see the giggling face of her tormentor.

"Oh I was dead serious," gloats Claire watching Amelia start to panic at her new reality. "And those hands better stay out of those panties or you'll regret it peanut."

Amelia blushed even harder, her new pet name never failing to make her feel like a little girl. "But Clllaaaaaiiiirrre!" She whines crossing her arms, pouting. "That's not fair."

"Oh is that so?" Muses Claire setting down her coffee mug. "Let's just see about that shall we?"

Getting up, Claire quickly grabs Amelia's chair pulling it away from the table. Before a word of protest is uttered the older woman is roughly shoving her hand down the girl's pyjama bottoms. "Well then why are your little princess parts so excited?" Claire teases while pulling her finger away from Amelia's soaked pussy, licking them clean of the girl's excitement.

Incredibly flustered Amelia could only flounder unable to form a coherent thought. Her entire body is practically on fire thanks to Claire's expert fingers. Snapping the waistband of Amelia's pyjamas Claire gloats, "Now get these off." Her voice sharp, "Not even 9 am and you're already breaking rules." Rolling her eyes faking exasperation.

Before Claire, she would have never dared to be disobedient or bratty. That side of Amelia had always been private, a secret she would sometimes even keep from herself. But with Claire.....there were no secrets she could keep about this. She could be Amy, the brat of her adolescent fantasies. The one who sneaks out to parties on a Friday instead of studying, who smokes with the cool girls in the bathroom instead of being the one who gets a swirly from them, and best of all, The girl who gets punished for it.

Amelia couldn't count the times she masturbated to the fantasy of being hauled into the principal's office, her panties around her ankles, being spanked to tears until she was a contrite young lady. She didn't want to be in control anymore, she wanted it taken from her. Having told Claire all of this (albeit unknowingly at the time) so she wasn't too surprised to wake-up to a list of rules she was now expected to follow. In fact she was thrilled but she wasn't going to tell Claire that. Furrowing her brow Amelia loudly says, "NO! You can't make me!" stomping her foot perhaps a little too hard in the process. Defiance, after all being a new concept for her.

Awwwe look at you pretending you're in charge." Replies Claire her voice brimming with condescension, adding insult to injury by ruffling Amelia's hair in the process.

"I'm being fucking serious!" Amelia shouts before immediately covering her mouth, looking up at Claire with widened eyes "I did-"

But Claire cuts her off immediately, "Upstairs. Bathroom. Now!" her voice practically steel, Amelia sheepishly obeys avoiding Claire's stern gaze.

"How could I be so stupid." She mutters making her way to the master bathroom, few things pushed Claire's buttons, but cursing was definitely one of them. Years of teaching has given her a true disdain for any sort of foul language. 'Manners cost nothing but can buy you almost anything.' was a phrase Amelia had often heard during her school days listening to many errant young teen getting scolded by the usually kind school teacher. But never her. Even she was shocked at what slipped out. Was this Amy finally being let loose? Fear and excitement clouded her thoughts as she climbed the stairs, unable to answer her own question.

Entering the pristine bathroom, Amelia sits on the toilet unsure of what to do, spending several minutes shaking her legs, fidgeting nervously until Claire finally walks in "Claire I'm reall-."but she raises her hand cutting the apology short.

"That sort of language is only for sailors and roughnecks young lady, are you either of those?" She scolds,"No? I thought not." The question clearly rhetorical. "I'm going to nip this problem in the bud right here right now," continues Claire, opening the cabinet she pulls out a fresh bar of ivory soap, tossing the empty box in the trash. AS if to taunt her, Claire spends several minutes turning the bar over and over in hot water lathering it up with thick suds.

Amelia's eyes are transfixed on the small white square during the process, the realization of where that soap is going slowly creeps upon her when she blurts, "You're going to wash my mouth out with soap!?" Amelia's legs start shaking at light speed, feeling small and helpless with Claire towering over her scolding her for her mistake. She no longer has to imagine how all her classmates felt when they got in trouble for swearing. A spanking she could do, but a mouth soaping? That's just plain nasty. "Couldn't you just spank me instead?" She begs, looking over at the counter seeing a hairbrush. "I mean the brush is like right there." Not even noticing that's she's arguing with an authority figure, "like a spanking is a much better punishment."

Taking a step forward Claire quickly grabs her earlobe, yanking its owner downward "That. Is the first and last time you ever try to tell me how to punish you, is that understood?" Staring her down with her grey eyes Amelia could only nod quietly, to focused on the pain in her ear to argue any further. Or at least that's what she thought, with one last desperate attempt Amelia reaches up trying to smack Claire's arm away from her ear, next thing she knows her whole body twists around and Claire has her arms pinned painfully to the small of her back in some sort of hold. "As if you're the first brat whose ever tried that before," replies Claire sarcastically, pushing the disobedient girl down on the counter holding her in place while she squirms uncontrollably. "And you're not the first brat who's earned extra punishment for it either."

With her other arm, Claire reaches up into Amelia's golden hair, grabbing a fistful before letting go of her wrist still pinned to her back. Immediately attempting to escape only to instantly regret it, feeling her hair being yanked from her scalp. "Owie Owie Owie lemme go lemme go," wails the struggling young lady.

With total control of her head Claire ignores her pushing her back down towards the sink, her tone softening, picking up the bar of soap. "Amy you are not in control here, I know that's hard for you to accept, but you're not going to win this."

Amelia sees the damp bar inching closer. Immediately, she clamps her mouth shut with a muffled protest "mhhmm mmmm." Attempting to shake her head still trapped in Claire's iron grip.

"Peanut," says Claire, putting the soap down, all the aggression gone from her voice "We can do this the easy way, where you open your mouth and take your punishment like a good girl." she rubs Amelia's back affectionately before sliding her hand to grab the waistband of the panties poking out from her pants."Or we can do it the hard way," Viciously, yanking her panties upwards, driving them deep between Amelia's cheeks. "Where I shove this bar in and make sure to grate it against your teeth so you'll be tasting it for hours afterword." One good final tug on the poor girls panties drives them as deep as they can go.

"Easy way! Easy way! EASY WAY!!!" Answers Amelia dancing on her tip toes, finally giving in to Claire's authority. Looking up their eyes meet and Amelia sees a hint of concern on her caregivers face; she doesn't really have time to contemplate this as she feels the pressure on her bottom lessen.

"Excellent!" Claire proclaims releasing the panties but still keeps a firm grip on her hair, soap once again in hand she holds it up to her reluctant target, "Now open." refusal clearly no longer an option.

It takes a few tries but the subdued little girl awkwardly opens her mouth, clamping her eyes shut tight as if it will somehow hide her from what's about to happen. Feeling Claire's grip tighten she knows its coming. It takes all her will power not to gag when the warm bar of ivory scented hell touches her tongue, flailing her arms uselessly with Claire gripping her hair she has no avenue of escape. Stomping her foot futility in frustration is her only course of action.

Claire holds nothing back, coating her tongue in a thick bitter paste, even taking a few passes around Amelia's gums much to her chagrin. The taste is disgusting, gagging and choking with each pass over her tongue, she's hitting her limit and starts slapping the counter in desperation. Thoroughly satisfied with her paint job Claire says, "Now I do believe someone earned themselves extra punishment, didn't they?" leaving the soap resting in her mouth Claire moves around to her back, swiftly yanking her pyjamas and panties down to her ankles.

The sudden shock of her exposed naked bottom causes Amelia's teeth to sink into the bar slightly "mmmffffrrrggh." Is all she's able to say to this new indignation, a torrent of soap and drool dripping down the front of her shirt as she attempts to keep it from touching her tongue more than it already has.

"Now reach back and spread those cheeks for me peanut," says Claire giving her chubby cheeks a gentle swat."Its inspection time."her voice brimming with glee. Amelia's entire body flushed red, her rather cavernous bottom has always been a source of embarrassment, but to spread her cheeks exposing her most private of places is too much. To say nothing of what will happen once she does she looks back, her misty eyes lock with Claire's begging for this one small mercy, to be met with none at all. "Now peanut I won't ask again."

Amelia grabs her bottom with shaky hands, slowly pulling them apart, exposing her little rosebud for the very first time is a level of humiliation she can hardly endure, her whole body is burning and her head is swimming, she can do nothing but grin and bear it.

Claire on the other hand is enjoying herself immensely letting out a long wolf whistle before saying, "God damn now that is an adorable little tush." Crouching down she pinches a cheek with each hand before groping and squeezing the voluptuous bottom. "And look at that little rosebud." she gushes, "It's so cute, I bet nothing has ever been up there before." Giving Amelia's cheeks a particularly hard pinch. "Well have to fix that soon now won't we?"

Her eyes still squeezed shut an image of Claire riding on top of her, plowing her virgin bottom floods Amelia's mind, her feelings of humiliation soaring through the roof. Still holding her cheeks apart she uncontrollably squirms before attempting to press her knees together. But a sharp slap to her thigh immediately stops that. "Nu uh none of that now." Taking her hand she gently slides it between Amelia's thighs, "Now what are you trying to hide I wonder?" Pulling out two dripping fingers she clucks her tongue disapprovingly before standing up and holding her pussy slick fingers right to her face, if Amy was wet before she's drenched now.

"Now I thought this was supposed to be a punishment?" She purrs taunting Amelia with her own excitement, with the slickened fingers she gently removes the soap from her mouth. "You wouldn't be enjoying this now would you?" Each question more humiliating then the last.

Through spit and soap Amelia is unable to admit the truth out loud despite the overwhelming evidence. The humiliation she can endure is almost at its limit and admitting that would send her over the edge entirely. But looking at the bar in Claire's hand makes her want to gag, she would do anything to stop the soapy sentence that is being dished out. Spitting out some soap she sputters, "I-I-I-"but words fail. Her lower lip begins to wobble and she starts sobbing uncontrollably, overwhelmed by everything she can't stop herself from crying like a child, having never felt so small.

Quickly tossing the soap aside Claire pulls the distraught young woman up into her arms, holding her tight as she soothes, "Shhh baby girl let it all out I'm here." Rubbing the space between her shoulders softly to soothe her. Giving her all the time she needs, protected in her warm embrace.

Amelia can feel a headache coming on from crying so hard, nuzzling against Claire's chest makes her feel so safe it only takes a few minutes for her to calm down, breathing in deep the smell of her lavender soap. "Water, please" she quietly whispers. Claire turns on the tap where she spends several minutes washing the ivory paste from her tongue. But she couldn't relax completely, there was a single nagging thought preventing it. Looking up she quietly asks,"D-d-do y-you forgive me?" Despite knowing the answer she felt a deep terror at her response. She needed to hear it said.

"Oh sweetie Of course I do," replies Claire as she softly brushes the hair out of her face. "That's what...." but she stops abruptly, her mask of confidence dropping only for a second before starting again, "That's what's Mummies do after all." her smile so wide it could fill a room.

Amelia felt immense relief only comprehending what she said about ten seconds later, shocked she asks, "Are you sure?......We can wait, I mean....After Rachel......." Knowing Claire's former little and what she did, is a soft spot she doesn't ever touch.

"I'm done letting her ruin things for me," she says quietly holding a palm to Amelia's cheek. "I'm your Mommy." As if to reaffirm it to herself as well as Amelia before smiling "If you'll have me."

With a smile to match Amelia wraps her arms around Claire and buries her face in her chest, her enthusiasm all the answer Claire needed. Removing her face from her Amelia asks, "Mummy, what would you do if I cussed again?" A mischievous grin failing to be hid.

"Oh I'm positive I could think of a way to take you to task for it peanut," She says with a look of equal mischief.

Looking Claire straight in the eye Amy says "Well.......fuck me then."

End of chapter 4