Celia let out her breath in a soft hiss, reluctant to relinquish that soft, invading tongue. The tug on her lower lip sent a tingle of pleasure down her. She had seen something in Mistress' face, something that was a reflection of her own feelings and it sent a surge of joy thjrough her. It was gone in an instant, but for that one moment Mistress had let her guard down and Celia knew.<br/><br/>The complement was not lost and she nodded mutely, raising her eyebrows in a question. Mistress had not told her she could talk again and, quite honestly, she was enjoying being as obedient as possible.<br/><br/>Dragged off the desk, she shook her head briefly, not in a negative, but to ease the burning pain of her scalp that threatened to overwhelm her now the tension on her hair was gone.<br/><br/>As she spun around and was forced to bend over the desk, she couldn't help but smile. She looked at Mistress and mouthed silently<em>Yes Mistress</em>, then began lapping earnestly at the polished wooden surface, licking her juices off it, supremely thankful that the headmistress had a nice, new desk and not one like her own which was marked, and splintered and graffitied on!<br/><br/>She did as thorough a job as she could, moving herself to clean up the puddle where her bottom had been, then tracing the smears left by her cheeks as she was dragged off the desk. She pushed back against the retraining hand, looking to see if she'd missed any. Yes, that spot. she leaned forward again to lap it up.