The following morning Andrea woke up around seven o'clock to the sound of her teacher whimpering on the ground next to the bed. As punishment for refusing to lick her fingers clean after playing with herself, poor Ana had been required to sleep on the floor. Andrea had given her two blankets along with a few pillows and said her "pajamas" for bedtime would be nothing but the white thigh-high stockings from her schoolgirl outfit. She was otherwise completely naked.
After getting up and walking around the bed, Andrea found Ana sitting against the bed frame. Her arms were crossed and resting on her knees. Her eyes were puffy and her face was tear-streaked.
"What's wrong, Pet?" Andrea asked. She seemed authentically concerned.
Ana looked up and saw Andrea's scantily clad body for the first time. With some disappointment in herself, she couldn't stop from thinking her student was beautiful. She was only a little over five feet tall and not much more than a hundred pounds. Such a petite feminine body. Her most striking feature to Ana in that moment was her incredibly pale skin. It contrasted beautifully with her dark purple hair, which was hanging over her surprisingly large breasts. Ana had a moment of wondering why she always dressed so conservatively despite having such a great body. To top things off, Andrea was wearing nothing but a light blue bra and thong set, which matched the color of her eyes perfectly.
"I," Ana began to say.
I hate what you've been doing to me. I hate how you've turned my body against me and made me feel like there's some sick part of me that's enjoying all of this.
That was what she wanted to say, but she thought better of it. She was a captive in her own home and Andrea was her captor. "I had a really hard time falling asleep." Andrea adopted a cheerful expression on her face before responding to her teacher.
"Oh, well how about you go pee if you need to and then come up on the bed with me? You were a good girl taking your punishment without any complaint last night," Andrea stated. "And today you get to start with a clean slate."
Good girl.
There were those cursed words again. To Ana's pussy that phrase was more energizing than a morning cup of coffee.
Andrea crawled back onto the spot where she had been sleeping and tossed the covers in Ana's direction, inviting her to come lay next to her. Ana stared forward with a glazed look in her eyes. Was she really considering laying next to her half-naked student? If not for how groggy she was, she would have pondered just how big of an ethics violation that would be with the university. But her sleepy brain decided becoming entangled in the comfort of her own bed was too good an opportunity to pass up. After relieving herself in the bathroom, Ana crawled onto the spot Andrea had beckoned her towards and began slithering under the covers.
"Good girl," Andrea whispered, much to the delight of her teacher's all too easily aroused body.
Ana settled her head on a pillow and faced away from her student, but Andrea began wrapping her body around her teacher's. Within a few seconds the two were spooning, though the size difference of their bodies made it somewhat comical to consider Andrea as a big spoon. It didn't take long for Ana's breathing to become shallow with arousal. She hated to admit how good it felt to have a warm body pressed against hers after a rough night of sleep, even if it was that of a small woman. The feeling of another woman's breasts pressed against her back was oddly soothing. It had been far too long since she had gotten to experience physical closeness like this with someone.
"What were you planning on doing today?" Andrea sleepily whispered into Ana's ear.
Ana thought of her most typical Saturday activities. Three to four hours of focused work in the morning and a trip to the gym in the evening. Those were her main habits every Saturday and Sunday. But how was she supposed to reply with her body becoming more aroused by the second? Andrea had now snaked her bottom arm under Ana's neck. Her other hand was firmly pressed to Ana's hip and threatening to slide lower. Ana took a deep breath to gather herself for a reply.
"I was planning on doing dissertation work in my office most of the morning, Andrea," she softly said. "And then I usually go to the gym in the evening."
"I can work with that," Andrea sleepily said as she tightened her hold on Ana's naked body.
I can work with that?
How long was Andrea's ownership of her daily activities going to last? But that thought was cut short because Andrea's hand did indeed slide down lower. Ever so slowly Andrea let her small delicate fingers slide towards her teacher's vulva and settle on her swollen clit. No rubbing, just gently pressing on her body's most intimate part. Ana involuntarily thrusted her hips towards her student's fingers but quickly found herself shut down.
"None of that. You haven't earned any pleasure yet today," Andrea drowsily said in her quiet tone. "Stay still and we can rest here a bit longer."
Ana's jaw clenched up. Her pussy was aching for a more sensual touch. How was she supposed to rest in such a state? She chose to shut her eyes and take some deep breaths. It was a bizarre situation to be in. Her mind was desperate for more sleep after an incredibly uncomfortable night. But somehow her body had the energy to beg for more attention between her thighs.
Over the course of the next thirty minutes Ana continued taking deep breaths and eventually settled into a nice relaxed state. She could have done without needing to keep her hips tense to prevent herself from lewdly thrusting into Andrea's fingers. But aside from that she was appreciative of the comfort the warm bed covers provided her. And she appreciated getting to have a warm body cuddled against her, even if it was someone as morally corrupt as Andrea.
When it was nearing time to get up and start the day, Andrea stirred from her extra sleep. She withdrew her fingers from between Ana's legs, which Ana immediately felt grateful for. It was nice to finally be able to relax her hips.
Without saying anything, Andrea stepped off of the bed and went over to the dresser, where she had placed her clothes from yesterday. The first item of clothing she put on was her tight-fitting yoga pants, which required her to shake her hips a bit to fully slide up her legs. Ana, who had now sat a bit more upright at her spot in the bed, caught herself lustfully staring at Andrea's large breasts as they bounced back and forth. She quickly made herself look away. What was this? Some form Stockholm Syndrome where you found your captor sexually attractive? Or perhaps being in a perpetual state of arousal since yesterday afternoon was making her go insane. Ana chose to get off the bed as well, which prompted Andrea to speak to her.
"You may put on whatever clothes you'd like, no bra or panties though," she said with quiet authority.
Ana sighed. Of course she wouldn't be allowed to wear any underwear. She had a moment of wondering what other basic items in her everyday life she would be deprived of.
"Yes Andrea," she said with hidden irritation.
Ana sauntered over to her spacious walk-in closet. What items of clothing did she own that would be good to wear without underwear, if any? Loose pants, that was a given. She considered herself lucky that walking around in yesterday's tight-fitting jeans hadn't resulted in a visible wet spot on her crotch. Next she needed a top. Thin material was out of the question seeing as the stiffness of her nipples wouldn't be subsiding anytime soon. A black cotton shirt would have to do. After sliding off her thigh-highs she began getting dressed, and not long after that she exited the closet. Andrea felt the need to comment on her teacher's choice of clothing once she was back out in the bedroom.
"I liked the schoolgirl outfit a lot more, too bad we can't take you out in public like that," she said. Ana got a sinking feeling in her chest. She had zero doubt Andrea would make her dress like a slut in public if she had the option. "Do you usually eat breakfast before working?"
"No Andrea. Just coffee."
"Coffee sounds nice. Is there anything else you need to do before leaving?" Andrea asked. That prompted Ana to wonder if there would have been anything unique about today if not for being blackmailed by her student.
"No Andrea, I like leaving for the office shortly after waking up," she meekly replied.
"Fair enough," Andrea stated. "I like one tablespoon of creamer in my coffee, go make us some. I'll keep hanging out here." She hopped back up on the bed now that she was fully clothed. Meanwhile Ana left for the kitchen without another word.
Once Ana was standing in front of her coffee maker, a realization that she was oddly calm came over her. Perhaps hearing Andrea state that she was starting the day with a clean slate had alleviated some of her anxiety. She reflected on how moments to herself had been so fleeting since Andrea had approached her in the office yesterday. It felt like a lifetime had passed since then, but in reality it hadn't been much longer than twelve hours. If not for being so exhausted, her psychologist's mind might have thought a bit deeper on why her perception of time was so distorted. Instead she just focused on the task of making two cups of coffee.
It didn't take long for the coffee to finish, and soon Ana was back in the bedroom with a cup for Andrea. Something that immediately stood out was her student had made the bed. For some reason that caught Ana off guard. What reason did Andrea have to be kind enough to tidy the bed for her? Perhaps it didn't matter though. The task at hand right now was drinking her coffee and leaving for the office.
"Thank you, Pet," Andrea cheerfully said as she accepted her coffee.
Pet.
Ana nervously wondered if there were any other arousing buzzwords they had yet to discover. Andrea patiently sipped her coffee while Ana wasted no time drinking all of the contents of her cup. She didn't mind the extreme heat of the coffee on her tongue if it meant being perked up just a little bit after such a rough night of sleep. Not long after Andrea finished her coffee, the odd pair found themselves in the common area of Ana's apartment as they got ready to leave.
"Almost ready?" Andrea asked.
Ana surveyed her belongings to make sure she was ready to go to her office. Laptop, water bottle, purse, keys. It was safe to say she was ready to leave, but knowing she would be accompanied by Andrea was making her nervous. Would she get to write in solitude like she always preferred? That was the whole premise of her accepting the teaching job this semester.
"Yes Andrea. I'm ready," Ana said.
