Welcome back to any followers I had who might still be around after all this time, and welcome to everyone who takes the time to read this regardless of whether you've read my first little chapter. Speaking of which, I'm not going to say you need to read it for this to make sense, but I will say that if you enjoyed this, you might enjoy Chapter One: Extra Credit as well. Plenty of kinky lesbian sex and other naughtiness there as well. Just a note, I skimmed but didn't truly proofread this. I'm always too impatient to wait to post a story once it's finished. Please forgive any typos. If I find anything too egregious later, I'll try to come back and edit. Comments appreciated as well as ratings! Anyway, without further ado, on with the smut!
"Cathy, do you have a moment, or do you need to get to your next class right away?"
The effect of such a simple question was gratifying, if not surprising. The slim, blonde beauty stopped immediately in her tracks as she and the rest of Professor O'Neil's students were filing out of her classroom at the end of class, clutching her backpack just a bit tighter in her hands and biting her lower lip as it seems she did when she was nervous. She moved closer to Angela's lectern to get out of the way of the class as they exited, answering quietly, "No..." she hesitated momentarily over what to call her teacher for just a moment. "Ms O'Neil. I don't have another class until this afternoon. I was just going to the library to study."
Angela smiled, just slightly teasingly. "In that case, could I see you in my office?"
The effect her words had on Cathy were obvious. She grinned and practically bounced as Ms. O'Neil gathered her papers in her attache, following one step back and just to the side upstairs to her tiny office. As she got her things settled, she said over her shoulder, "Please close the door. And lock it, if you would. This isn't regular office hours and I'd rather not be disturbed."
Doing as she was told, Cathy replied with unmistakable eagerness, "Should I take off my clothes?"
Angela snorted, but smiled as she sat down to face her student in her desk chair. "That won't be necessary. Please, have a seat." She gestured to her tiny office's only other chair. "We need to talk. And no need for such a look of terror, my dear. This isn't a bad talk. I just feel like there are a few things that need to be said and understood on both sides, and the sooner they're said, the better." Seeing Cathy still hadn't moved from where she was frozen by the door, she raised an eyebrow and said, "If it will help to make it an order, fine. Sit DOWN."
This prompted an immediate response from the pretty student, taking the single step required before sitting in the chair, clutching her backpack to her chest tightly with both arms wrapped around it, legs held tightly together, eyes wide, staring at her teacher.
Angela smiled once again, leaning backing her chair in a relaxed posture, legs crossed in her black, knee-length, conservative skirt. "I swear to you, Cathy, this is not a cause for fear or even concern. Relax." Raising an eyebrow, she said the words she knew were most likely to have the greatest impact on the submissive girl. "Do you trust me?"
The effect these words had on Cathy was immediate. "Yes, of course I trust you!" Still looking nervous, she attempted to comply, setting down her backpack at the side of the desk, after which she obviously had trouble deciding what to do with her hands and arms, first crossing them tightly under her breasts before settling on firmly grasping the sides of her straight-backed chair's seat, since it didn't have armrests, knees still held tightly together, still staring slightly wide-eyed.
Angela sighed, but kept her features friendly and relaxed. "Now, I have a few things I need to say to you, and I'd prefer to say them without interruptions. So if you'll allow me, I'll go through them point by point, and I'll allow you to respond to them both after each one and again when I'm finished. Does that sound fair?" Cathy nodded, still obviously not completely at ease, but not interrupting. "Now, first, I want to make it absolutely clear that I had an amazing time last night, and I hope you did too. It was a wonderful way to relieve the stress I've been under, and I had no idea how much stress I was under until you relieved it for me. Thank you so much for that." At this she offered her warmest smile, leaning forward for a moment to put a hand on Cathy's knee and giving a little squeeze. At this, Cathy visibly gulped, biting her bottom lip once again, but then smiled.
"Great! Now, after last night, I've been doing a lot of thinking. So, when I say what I'm going to tell you next, I have a feeling you'll be very tempted to interrupt me and, again, I ask you not to do that. I promise I'll explain myself immediately and then allow you an opportunity to respond. Are we still on the same page?"
"Oh yes, Ms. O'Neil, I promise. I won't interrupt."
"Angela smiled again. "Good girl." She stood to make her point, immediately regretting it because the tiny size of her office made her feel clumsy, even in her sensible shoes, as if she was looming over the poor, frightened girl, but she carried on. "Okay, there's not really an easy way to say this, so I'll just press on. I fear I may not be the type of domme you're looking for."
She paused to look at Cathy, thinking that despite her promise, she might very well jump in at this point, but she merely looked anguished.
Despite her studiedly strict appearance, she truly had no desire to cause this sweet girl distress, and she took the opportunity to drop to her knees in front of Cathy, taking her right hand from where it was clutching the chair seat and squeezing it between her own as she looked up into Cathy's eyes. "I just mean that you seemed to expect, even WANT me to be much more harsh with you than I was willing or even able to be. Yes, I'm a nearly pure domme, but my focus tends to be much more on pleasure than pain and much more on reward than punishment. Now, I realize that a bit of pain can be a reward in itself and I'm no stranger to giving a spanking, even a hard one, but my hope is that it will mostly serve to increase my girl's arousal and make it easier to get her off." She smiled again, almost a smirk. "It certainly seemed to work with you last night, am I right?"
Cathy's anguish faded as Angela spoke, and she even gave a little giggle at the end, taking the question as an opportunity to finally speak. "There's no point in denying it. I've never had an orgasm like that before."
Angela didn't speak immediately, just smiling up at Cathy for a moment as she squeezed her hand tightly, then releasing it and rising in what she assumed was a not terribly graceful maneuver, sitting back down in her chair before continuing. "I'm glad, but it does bring us back to my point. You wanted me to be harsh. You wanted me to punish. You wanted me to use you. But as much as I enjoyed spanking your pretty bottom, what I REALLY enjoyed was sucking that amazing little clit of yours until you bonked your head against the wall when you came." She grinned at Cathy's blush, but went on, "All I'm saying is that there are women out there who would love to have a sub like you and be every bit as harsh as you seem to want, and there are safe ways of meeting them and determining who would be right for you. Ways I'm familiar with and would be happy to help you navigate. Do you understand? Anyway, I told you I'd let you respond to my points and that was a biggie. Go ahead, and I won't interrupt you just as you offered me the same courtesy."
Cathy was silent for a bit, gathering her thoughts. Angela merely watched and waited. Finally Cathy took a deep breath and began. "I don't doubt you can predict my first words and you may be prepared to dismiss them outright, but I'm going to say them anyway because I think it's important you understand how important they are to me." At this she made full eye contact with a serious expression. "All I want is you. I told you last night how I had been obsessed with you since the moment I laid eyes on you, but that was just pure physical attraction. I loved your raven-black hair always pulled back into a tight bun, I loved your glasses that gave your brown eyes such a serious, eagle gaze that missed nothing. I loved your clothing, always mostly black, always tight but never revealing, not expensive but always worn with style and grace..."
She shook her head before she got too carried away. "Like I say, physical attraction. If I had artistic talent, I'm sure I'd have notebooks filled with sketches of you, mostly with big hearts drawn around them like a high school girl with a crush. But I've been in your class. I've seen your intellect and your passion for your subject and I ADMIRE you. Now, as you've probably realized, I've been doing what I hope is decent work in your class, but Philosophy isn't really my main area of interest. I guess right now I'm more interested in History, but that's neither here nor there. Ever since I can remember, I've had good teachers and bad teachers, but I've never had a teacher like you. You expect a lot from your students and, believe me, some of them hate you for it." She giggled as Angela rolled her eyes but didn't interrupt. "Anyway, even though I don't plan on making Philosophy my Major, you are the best teacher I've ever had and the first one who truly inspired me with her brilliant mind and her passion, and I want you to know that regardless of whatever might happen.
"Now, maybe you were right last night and I've read too many stories on the internet about D/s relationships and how they're supposed to work and maybe..." she paused, obviously considering. "Maybe there are certain things in my past that I'm not ready to talk about yet, not even with you, that make me crave punishment and humiliation more than is really healthy." She pause once again, reestablishing eye contact she had lost while talking. "All I can do is repeat that all I want is you. I don't want some stranger who will be harsher than you and treat me in the way the internet has taught me to expect and perhaps crave a little. I just want what you can give me, whatever that may be. Now, if that's not enough for you, or if you've decided that having a relationship with a student who will be gone from your class and probably department at the end of the term is an ethical line you can't cross, then I understand. I'd be crushed, but I understand. I just think that... maybe you're lonely too, and maybe I'd be able to offer you something too, even if it's not as much as you'll be offering me."
With that, she merely looked at Ms. O'Neil patiently, clearly turning the floor over to her. Angela noted, though, that she appeared perfectly calm now. Not relaxed, exactly, but at peace with herself and the situation, hands folded neatly in her lap.
Now it was Ms. O'Neil's turn to pause and collect her thoughts, taking a deep breath of her own. "Well, that was quite a response. I honestly didn't expect such kind words about a woman you clearly hope will punish you harshly. Also, I have to tell you that I admire that mind of yours as well. A purely emotional appeal would've been more expected, with tears and begging or even threatening. Your awareness and self-reflection are both admirable and convincing.
