As the opening chapter of this story closes, I'd like to thank my volunteer editor, adelante39, for her assistance. Aside from some glaring mistakes, she helped me breathe some life into the story as well as providing some direction for where it goes next, if it does.
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Her head was still spinning as she left the classroom and school. It was a cold but beautiful afternoon with the sun shining, though she hardly noticed. The after effects of the spanking she received still tingled across her ass. Sonia's pussy was aching for release and needed more. She'd be home soon with a couple of hours before she needed to leave: plenty of time for a little satisfaction before the night ahead.
Almost as though he was reading her mind, her phone rang.
"Hello," Sonia answered to the unfamiliar number.
"Miss Chase, one more thing. Do NOT touch yourself before you come over tonight."
Click.
How did he get my number? How dare he try to control me like that!
She sighed in resignation.
I may not have said it to him, but I called him master: I will obey. Hmmmmm, but I can play that game, too.
She arrived home, energized by a new plan. It wasn't grand, just something to test the sweet dynamic she craved.
The girl in her was dying to spill her guts. She texted Carol.
"I have a date tonight."
It seemed like she had barely pressed "send" when she got a reply back.
"Daddy's girl gonna get a spanking? :-P"
"I'm not telling...maybe,' Sonia replied.
She opened her books, trying to decompress from the delicious assault she experienced. The frustration faded, if not the anticipation, as she enjoyed a sandwich and a large glass of juice with the hope that she'd need it. Then, after making her way to her bedroom, she stripped off her blouse in front of a mirror, enjoying the site that so enthralled Mr. Hunter.
It's amazing what those stockings do to my legs. And the way my skirt barely conceals them? mmmmmmmm
Standing almost naked, she ran her hands over her body, imagining the caress - and correction - she had already received and further anticipated.
After a shower and a shave, her mind went back to just how she could defy her master. Rummaging through her dresser, she pulled out a black bustier, lace thong and a new package of hose.
Don't change, is it? Well, Mr. Hunter, let's see what you do about this.
Sonia pulled on the bustier, adjusting her tits in the cups. She pulled the thong up her legs, with an erotic exaggeration intended to draw out her sensuality. The whole time, she kept checking herself in the mirror and enjoying it. Then, unwrapping the hose, she put on the almost nude fishnet tights, rolling up the legs and carefully pulling them up her calves, then her thighs.
Ohmigod... I am soooo bad. He's going to have to work to get at my pussy this time. He's gonna flip.
"Forget about him, I'm gonna flip," Sonia thought, delighted with how she was shaping up. Feeling deliciously slutty, she sat at her vanity doing her makeup.
She checked the clock. It was almost time to leave. She completed her ensemble with her school blouse, tie, and skirt, before slipping into some black stiletto pumps.
"Fuuuuuuuuck..." Sonia was very satisfied, admiring herself in the mirror.
She grabbed her books, purse and coat and made her way to Mr. Hunter's house.
The anticipation built as she drove. She even noticed her panties getting wet as she got out of her car. Walking from the sidewalk, she imagined all the things that might unfold tonight.
Dave greeted her at the door after she rang the bell. Sonia noticed a slight frown come over his face as he glanced over her body at the entrance.
"Come in Miss Chase. Would you like something to drink before we start?"
"Thank you, sir. I might like some water later if that is alright."
"Alright. You brought your books: good. Come into my office and we'll go over the lecture from today. It will be good for your final exam."
They spent 45 minutes reviewing material and going over some questions Sonia had.
He's always been a good teacher, but it's amazing how much more I get from him one-on-one.
Bringing the tutoring session to a close, Dave closed his books and told her, "Miss Chase, I am very disappointed with you. You changed. I was very clear that you shouldn't do that. Also, in the future, please be a bit more discreet at how you present yourself here. Wear a long coat, next time. If there is a next time."
Oh. My. God. I didn't know he might take it that far.
A little concerned but still coy, she managed to reply, "But Mr. Hunter, I needed to freshen up and I wanted to please you. Don't you like how I look? It really turned me on seeing myself. Honest, I only wanted to please you. Plus, you wouldn't let me touch myself. I did obey that."
She is so fucking hot. She really knows how to get me going. Who's really in control here?
"Miss Chase, when I give instructions, I expect them to be followed. Otherwise, there will be correction."
"Otherwise, there will be correction." Was that itself an instruction? Fuck... this man knows what he's doing.
"Unfortunately, I cannot let this go. Come here. Bend over my desk."
As she came to the other side of the desk and turned around, she saw a wide floor-to-ceiling mirror on the opposite wall.
Holy shit! I get to watch???
Sonia hadn't noticed that the desk was open on the bottom. Seeing the two of them in the mirror made her giddy. It made this seem more real, witnessing him over her bent form, her legs spread under the desk for stability.
"Your sluttiness is exquisite, Miss Chase. But don't forget, you are my slut now. You must follow my instruction." Dave was really getting into this role. "Thank you, Vanessa," he thought.
She felt his hand firmly against the back of her knee, riding up the soft texture of the fishnet against her thigh. She felt a slight coolness as his hand reached her skirt, lifting it from her bottom.
