Yesterday was the warm up. This morning the newness had worn thin. Her apprehension evolved into righteous rebellion, possibly instigated in part by the additional information gained second hand about the possible types of punishment offered to offenders as seen thru the eyes of one who wish to leave.<br/><br/>There was a few lines on his arm where her nails dug. He was glad for the high tops of the boots protecting his ankles and shins.  Her aim was true and had he been less prepared the outcome might not have been as quick or as successful in placing her where he wished.<br/><br/>No need to slap her. She had not done anything to deserve it yet. He simply secured her pinch collar to the leash and the leash to the ring on the wall. Staying in close to her body GoodFellow let her kick low so the blows landed against his boots and not higher where she might have done some real damage. He was sure that she would stop soon with the crush of her toes in her tennis shoes against a very solid well padded boot. It had to hurt.<br/><br/>He went about his securing her as though her attacks were water off a ducks back and had no effect. To emphasis the point of her helplessness he hummed lightly as he set the leash on the right. Appearing not to notice her kicking, but he was keeping count for their meeting at 5pm.<br/><br/>"Lets put things in good order," GoodFellow said evenly as he grabbed her hair and pulled her head back.<br/><br/>His other hand gripping the back pocket of her jeans and pressing her against his body. Letting her feel the heat of his cock as he bent and captured her lips in his mouth. No tongue thrusting into her mouth this time. It was not romance. He swept his tongue along her lips tasting the bitter remains of her cigarettes.<br/><br/>He was all about strict discipline and he did enjoy punishment but it was so much more gratifying to punish offenders caught with the smoke stain still on their mouths. It was the case now.  She was busted.<br/><br/>He pulled away from her mouth. A brow cocked like he was surprised as his hands went to her t.  He liked her taste in music already if the t was any sample of it and regretted not listening to her ipod. Moral scruples had gotten in the way.<br/><br/>"Ah, Mangalore Ganesh Beedies. Wonderful fags. Exotic perfume. And so illegal. Well done!!" He said tearing open her T and tucking it behind her back to her elbows.<br/><br/>His hand to the small pocket at his belt. A flick of his wrist and the ever sharp blade caught the light of the fluorescents and mirrored into her eyes. He brushed the flat cold toledo against the flesh of her belly and stroked upward slowly as thought he spread butter to the melon of her breasts.<br/><br/>"Lovely bra, shame really," And then he cut it turning the blade out from her sternum to slice the bra center seam. The cups separated.  He pulled the material, revealing her breasts to his touch. He mouthed her right one and swirled his tongue against her nipple as he pushed the straps down over her shoulders to joint her t at her elbows.<br/><br/>His hands at her jeans, tugging at the top before taking the zipper all the way down. The knife turn to insure there was no contact with her flesh as he worked the huggers off her hips to mid thigh. All the while his mouth attacked her other breast and chewed her nipple.<br/><br/>He moved from her breasts knowing they must be off soon. More for later. For now it was the prelude. Just the first few opening notes to her sonata.<br/><br/>He grinned at her choice of underwear. He had so many options but he chose nude and cut them off her.<br/><br/>He stepped back for a look at his work.  Leash, pincher collar, bare to the thighs. Wrists manacled behind the back complete pieces of her bra and t at her elbow. Her boys brief's sliced laying on the floor, and her jeans at mid her thigh.<br/><br/>"Ahh..." He returned the blade to it's proper place at his belt and retrieve the nipple clips and chain from last night.<br/><br/>In a few moments he would have her ready for the assembly. She would be walking the campus on his leash a short distance to the green where he would hand her over to a teacher well aware she would need supervised until he came for her.<br/><br/><br/>