<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4c/Jules.png)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: Juliette De La Montagne (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=215726.msg10601375#msg10601375) aka Kajun Kitten<br/><strong>Who:</strong>Professor Shaw<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Room #3<br/><strong>When: </strong>Monday<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Something along the lines of this (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-thing?.out=jpg&size=l&tid=67260387)<br/><strong>Musical Inspiration:</strong>Kelis - In Public (http://grooveshark.com/#!/s/In+Public+feat+Nas/2WnckC?src=5)<br/><hr/>At the stern tone of his voice, Juliette dropped her eyes away from the man to look at the floor in front of her, doing her best to feign some sort of repentance as he replied to her. It was actually fairly easy to slip into the act since it wasn't really anything new to her. So many times in the past she had acted out and when she thought it beneficial she would show whatever authority figure whatever it was they wished to see. The only difference now was the underlying tension in this particular scene. Fuck she wanted him. Wanted to be his bad little Kitten for a night...<br/><br/>In fact, she was so caught up in the pure<em>want</em>rushing through her veins that she was caught off guard by the sound of her own name leaving his lips!<br/><br/>It was hard not to jerk in response but playing it cool despite the way her heartbeat had sprung to life was second nature to her by now. A peek upward revealed a lack of any sort of knowing look on his features so she had to figure it was merely coincidence. After all, why would a teacher opt to play out a school scene here if not as a way to deal with some sort of RL temptation? It wasn't unheard of and since no further comment on her actual identity followed, she considered herself safe for the moment.<br/><br/>Then again, safe was a relative term. A fact that she was reminded of as she felt the heavy grip on her ponytail. "But Professor, I didn't mean--" Gasping, Juliette's words cut off, her body obeying the forceful demands made using her hair while her eyes widened behind the mask. She bit her lip as she was made to meet the man's intense gaze, her own eyes flashing with the defiance he might otherwise recognize were it not for the mask.<br/><br/>It was possible the Kitten could have resisted the next tug on her ponytail just to be difficult, she generally wasn't one to submit to anything willingly unless it worked in her favor, but honestly she was a bit shocked by her Professor's actions, his threat having made her wet. Her body was bent over the desk, and upon coming into contact with the smooth, cool surface she shivered. She felt her skirt lift and the the sudden cooler air moving over her ass led her to attempt to tease him by wiggling it just a little--at least until the first smack landed and surprised a low sound from her. The second jolted her and made her hiss slightly, her back arching as the nerve endings in her body seemed to wake up.<em>Shit.</em><br/><br/>"Gee, I don't know what games, you mean Professor. I said I was sorry. I'll be good, I promise. I'll make it up to you however you want, just tell me what to do." Her voice was possibly a little breathy but didn't sound the least bit sorry. Her hands gripped the edge of the desk as she tried to look over her shoulder at him but damn if just that little taste didn't already have her squirming to feel more.