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a story written for my Teacher -
I haven’t been obedient. I know what to expect when I see you. It’s been a long time, and I know you’ll make up for what was lost. I hesitate, wondering if I want to subject myself…… But, I know you’re waiting for me. I can’t resist, even knowing you will hurt me. I can’t stay away. You have a power over me that I am hopeless to resist. Even when you aren’t around, I know what you expect and I obey. Usually…… This time was different. This time, I listened to mixed signals and I chose the wrong one. It’s not the first time I will be punished for making the wrong choice. But this time…. This time, I know you want to make me feel pain. And yet….I come to you. I know your punishments well. I’ve felt them time and again. Even asked for them, on occasion. I know what you’re capable of and I know where you are mentally. I know I will cry. I just keep thinking about after….. after your rage has died, after you’ve punished me, after I’ve cried…. You’ll hold me. You’ll kiss me. You’ll lay me in your arms and take me to the heights of ecstasy. But first, I have to step through the door. I have to let you know that I’m here, I’m ready…. Am I?
I send the message, my heart racing as I wait for your reply telling me to come to the door. I hope you will be pleased with me. I’ve come prepared for what I know you will want to do. As the door opens I have to force my feet to move. Reminding myself that I love you, that I want to please you, that the punishment won’t last forever. I glance at your face quickly before looking down again. Your eyes are smoldering with the fire I knew would be there. Not quite a smile, more a smirk of pleasure. I know you’re anticipating what will happen when I’m in your office. There’s no one else there. No one expected for hours. No one to hear my cries but you. Trembling, I walk to your office and wait for you to close the door and lock it. You tell me to look at you. Ask if I know what is going to happen. I shudder in fear and anticipation. Yes, I know. I watch your hands move towards me. One moves to my waist and gently pulls me forward then the other grasps my hair pulling my head back so you can reach my lips. You take possession of me brutally, kissing and biting my lips, cheek, neck. Your other hand has my hands trapped behind my back. My neck aches from the angle and your attack. And I want more. I want to be able to wrap my arms around you. I want to press my body closer to you. I want to give you access to every part of me. But all I can do is moan and wait for you. I’m completely helpless in your arms and I know this is just the beginning.
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