Celia nodded miserably. "Yes Mistress". She knew she had just made an utter fool of herself. And worse, this would probably be all over the campus by tomorrow. And, knowing her luck, Mistress would come out of it squeaky clean and Celia would lose her job! Not that she wanted it the other way.<em>And why the fuck not? It should be the other way. She should be the one about to lose her job, not me!</em><br/><br/>And then the tip of the cane poked her clit and Mistress yanked at the chain on her nipples and she squealed softly.<em>Oh god that feels good it fucking hurts!</em><br/><br/>At Mistress' admonition to not make another sound, she widened her eyes and nodded, then forced herself to breath in sharply through her nose, suppressing the gasp of pleasure.<em>Oh god oh god oh god, what is she going to do to me? She's going to make me cum and she know's I'm always noisy when I cum. O shit shit shit!</em><br/><br/>Celia had finally realised, albeit a little late, that trying to earn greater punishments by disobedience was actually counter productive. There was a limit to how much pain Mistress could inflict on her after all. Instead, she realised that the greater pain was emotional and was to be had by trying to obey the most humiliating commands. So, as Mistress flicked at her clit, she squirmed slightly, keeping her legs as wide open as possible, and bit hard onto her tongue. This would have been so much easier if Mistress had simply gagged her!<em>Oh jeze, now you want her to gag you? take away your only way out? You are pathetic!</em><br/><br/>Her juices began flowing steadily, making a sticky puddle on Mistress' desk. She could feel the hot, wetness trickling past her anus and down her cheeks. She wondered if Mistress would make her clean it up and how... And this thought simply made her even wetter.<br/><br/>She tried to concentrate on something else.<em>Home work... Next week's home work assignments. Let's see... Integrating logarithms... OOOOH gods, that's so good, mustn't make a sound....</em>