Teacher's Pet (GrapeTootsiePop and Thorns)
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				Title: <strong>Teacher's Pet (GrapeTootsiePop and Thorns)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ThornsofRose</strong> on <strong>03-07-2010, 02:19:30</strong>
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				Melissa stared at the paper that had been returned.&nbsp; A B-?!&nbsp; How was that even possible.&nbsp; She'd done the research, written a fair paper, managed to avoid her own bias--which was rather difficult in class on Human Sexuality.&nbsp; There was no way this paper deserved anything short of an A-, at the very lowest.<br><br>She was a sophmore, a promising Psych student.&nbsp; Her grades were all As; she was an honor student, and if things continued as they were going she would graduate at the top of her class.&nbsp; Though, so far she was rather frustrated with her other major college goal.<br><br>It was an all girls' school.&nbsp; And Melissa wanted, desperately, to be a slut.&nbsp; She'd had a couple of girlfriends in high school and her Freshman year.&nbsp; Had even talked one or two of them into spanking her and tying her up.&nbsp; However, it never lasted long, and she always found herself frustrated.&nbsp; It could not be that difficult to find a woman who would want a smart and cute willing slave and pain slut.&nbsp; <br><br>Even worse, the biggest crushes she found herself harboring were on the professors, most of whom were women.&nbsp; She pleased them.&nbsp; She could tell by the way they responded to her in classes.&nbsp; Sighing she remained in her seat, despite the fact that class was over, and scanned through the paper.&nbsp; Hopefully the comments or corrections would give her some clue as to why the grade was so low.<br><br>Unfortunately, all she found was a note at the end saying, "Come talk to me about this."&nbsp; She glanced at her watch, thought about her schedule and nodded.&nbsp; There was no time like the present, and she had two hours before her next class.&nbsp; She'd go by the professor's office, and if nothing else, look at her schedule to see when she'd be in.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teacher's Pet (GrapeTootsiePop and Thorns)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>03-07-2010, 04:01:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://[url=http://img9.imageshack.us/img9/8807/21173319.jpg]http://img9.imageshack.us/img9/8807/21173319.jpg[/url])</div>Lydia Packett was not a woman whom anyone wanted to cross. She was one of the best Professors that Rosemary’s All Girl’s School had and she shaped her girls to exceed all expectations. Her class, Human Sexuality was one of the most taken classes in the entire school and all of her students passed. Lydia made damn sure of that.<br><br>As she raised her reading glasses up on her nose, she glanced at the papers she was grading with a small sigh. Her students were smart and most of them entertained her, but Lydia was growing bored. One of the main reasons why she had accepted the role as a Professor was so she would get to enjoy the beautiful females that crossed her doorway. And she did. Very much so. But there was one particular beauty who Lydia liked very much. And the little minx was proving to be quite difficult to catch.<br><br>The moment she had laid eyes on Melissa, the older woman had lusted after her. Every time her student passed by her, Lydia ached to take her and kiss her, forcing her to accept the role of her lover. But she was biding her time. Letting her pretty little student get comfortable and accustomed to Lydia’s kindness before she showed her her true nature. For Lydia was a bit of a dominatrix.<br><br>Pushing those thoughts aside, the Professor crossed her legs, her skin tight black skirt hugging her figure. She brushed her raven locks back and quickly scribbled a few notes on the paper before giving it a B. Her girls were slacking. Which meant that she was going to have to be tougher on all of them. If one suffered…they all suffered.<br><br>Her lips curved into an amused smile and she glanced at the time, noticing that she would have to go get something to eat soon. Perhaps she would invite Professor Kenmore out to eat. Both women were polite, even considered friends to one another and they liked the same things. Especially chit chatting about the beautiful students they had in their classrooms.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teacher's Pet (GrapeTootsiePop and Thorns)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ThornsofRose</strong> on <strong>03-07-2010, 04:14:11</strong>
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				Melissa saw that, according to the schedule, Dr. Packett should be in.&nbsp; Squaring her shoulders, as confronting a professor was not something that she normally liked to do.&nbsp; Hell, she usually fantasized that a professor would take her.&nbsp; She whispered to herself, "Well, fantasies aside, Mel.&nbsp; Time to to be a bit forceful."&nbsp; <br><br>Taking a deep breath she knocked on the woman's door, hoping she'd be in and able to help her.<br><br>Melissa did not dress like an entire slut.&nbsp; She wanted to be one, but showed some discretion.&nbsp; That meant she dressed a bit provocatively, but leaving most to the imagination.&nbsp; Today she wore jeans that rode on her hips and highlighted her tight ass and nice legs without being too tight.&nbsp; Her top was a blue knit shirt that showed her belly and top of her hips slightly if she stretched or raised her arms.&nbsp; Her breasts were highlighted, but not fully displayed, and compared to most of the other girls, she was dressed almost conservatively.&nbsp; Though she completed the outfit with a pair of silver strappy heels.<br><br>Having knocked on the door, she opened it and peeked in, "Professor Packett?&nbsp; You wanted to see me.&nbsp; I kind of wanted to talk to you, too.&nbsp; I don't understand why my grade on this paper is so low."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teacher's Pet (GrapeTootsiePop and Thorns)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>03-07-2010, 04:31:44</strong>
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				Her violet blue eyes rose up from the paper she was grading when she heard the knock at the door. When she saw who it was, her lips curved into a slow smile and she nodded setting aside the papers she was re-reading. She beckoned Melissa into her office, “Shut the door behind you and take a seat.”<br><br>Turning her chair, she reached for the filing cabinet and pulled one of the drawers opened. She began to fiddle through the papers until she came upon Melissa’s and she pulled it out, keeping a copy of all of her students’ papers for the year. She began to speak without turning around, re-rearing Melissa’s paper, her eyes sparkling with wicked pleasure, “Oh yes. So you don’t understand, hm? Well…I think it’s pretty self explanatory. You gave me a paper that I believed didn’t deserve such a high grade. What makes you think this paper is worthy of an A? Because you wrote it?” She turned and placed her hands on her desk, looking at Melissa with a slight smirk.<br><br>Lydia took her glasses off and stared at the student before her. It amazed her how quickly she could get aroused at just the sight of her student. This one…she was Lydia’s prized possession. And she had been trying to find a way to get her under her control and she had finally found a way.<br><br>She leaned back on her chair, arching an eyebrow, “Do you think I made a mistake on the grade?”
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				Post by: <strong>ThornsofRose</strong> on <strong>03-07-2010, 04:48:51</strong>
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				"I do.&nbsp; The grammar is immaculate, and the paper presents relevant and recent research showing both sides of the argument and was able to show, I believe conclusively, that not all who are into BDSM are either unhealthy or have a history of being abused."&nbsp; She raised her chin a bit as she spoke, forcing herself to stand up for herself.<br><br>Despite her own strong feelings on the matter--she'd never been abused and did not consider her desires unhealthy--she had managed to keep her own bias out of the paper and focus on research and facts.&nbsp; She <em>knew</em> she deserved an A.<br><br>She suddenly frowned.&nbsp; Perhaps the reason for the grade was that Dr. Packett disagreed with her conclusions.&nbsp; Well, strike another one off the fantasy list.&nbsp; That thought made her sigh.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>03-07-2010, 05:58:38</strong>
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				&nbsp;“Very true,” Lydia nodded as she looked at Melissa. She kept her eyes on her student’s face, not looking away from her eyes. “The grammar was perfect. The thesis done right down to a T. It was a very well done research paper.” She paused for a beat before adding, “But it was...severely lacking.”<br><br>She leaned forward, her eyes darkening as she smiled slowly, “Do you know what it was lacking, Melissa?” Lydia tilted her head slightly as she looked at her, saying softly, her voice dropping to a soft murmur, “Personal experience. The paper was cold, factual but had no personal depth.”<br><br>A soft laugh escaped her as the Professor arched an eyebrow, “Tell me, Melissa, have you ever experienced anything of what you wrote? Do you have any personal experience with the pleasures of BDSM?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teacher's Pet (GrapeTootsiePop and Thorns)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ThornsofRose</strong> on <strong>03-07-2010, 06:03:37</strong>
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				Melissa blushed.&nbsp; She got a B because she'd tried so hard to keep her own bias out!&nbsp; Then she realized what her professor was asking and blushed even deeper.&nbsp; Perhaps there was a real chance.&nbsp; <br><br>She moaned almost involuntarily at the thought that this would be the woman who would turn her into the slut she knew she was at heart.&nbsp; <em>Oh, gods, please!</em>&nbsp; "A bit, Ma'am.&nbsp; Not enough, really."&nbsp; She sighed, not having any desire to hide the answers from this woman, "A couple of girlfriends in the past have tried, but it's never worked out."&nbsp; Usually because she wanted to be a full slave and they wouldn't be ready for that.<br><br>"Um... some spanking mostly."&nbsp; She felt she needed to explain.&nbsp; "A bit of bondage.&nbsp; Like I said, not enough. Ma'am."&nbsp; She hoped the inflection she put on the honorific came through, and even more, she hoped that she had correctly understood the intent of the question.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teacher's Pet (GrapeTootsiePop and Thorns)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>03-07-2010, 18:23:09</strong>
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				She had heard the moan and it made her nipples harden. So...her beautiful little student actually enjoyed the pleasures of BDSM, was it? Lydia slowly stood up and crossed over to make sure the door was closed. And locked. Her hips swayed, her black heels clicking quietly in the tile floor. She came up behind Melissa and simply stood behind her, not touching her. Yet.<br><br>"Spankings? Bondage? That is all?" The Professor chuckled, amused as she shook her head, "No Melissa. That's not BDSM. Did you not hear your own paper? There's so much more than those...light little games. There's flogging, whips, wax, pain...pleasure. So much pleasure." She leaned down, whispering close to Melissa's ear, "There is only living and serving your Master. Or...Mistress." She stood once more and walked around to lean back against her desk, crossing her legs and watching her student, her eyes sparkling with a sort of dark excitement that had never been shown before.<br><br>"So...You don't deserve an A+, Melissa," Lydia said bluntly. "Until you can experience BDSM on your own and know what it takes to be involved in that kind of...sexual environment...you don't get a good grade." She raised her should in a half shrug, smiling, "Don't you agree? Or would you like to continue complaining?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teacher's Pet (GrapeTootsiePop and Thorns)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ThornsofRose</strong> on <strong>03-07-2010, 18:47:40</strong>
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				"I've wanted more!"&nbsp; She sighed and looked down.&nbsp; "Everytime I've had a girlfriend who would be willing to try it, I guess I've always freaked them out.&nbsp; It's my fault.&nbsp; I'm a slut looking for someone to claim me, and I'm not really happy with anything else."&nbsp; Melissa knew full well why it was she was confessing.&nbsp; She was hoping, rather desperately, that her professor could and would provide her what she needed.<br><br>She bit her lip and looked up at her, "Do... do you know anyone who wants a willing slave?&nbsp; I know some prefer ones they have to break, but for years, I've just wanted a Mistress who would control me, make me hers.&nbsp; To stop feeling like a failure as the slut I'm meant to be."<br><br>Melissa knew that the other woman had her horny.&nbsp; Her panties were soaked and it was all she could do not to drop to her knees right then, to slide her panties off and beg that her professor use it to gag her and take her right then and there.
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				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>03-07-2010, 20:28:03</strong>
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				"I might know someone..." Lydia realized that she she wanted most...was within her fingertips. Her lips curved into a slow smile as she heard the way Melissa referred to her as. A slut. Looking to be claimed. If the student only knew that she was serving herself up on a silver platter for the Professor. Everything Lydia was looking for in Melissa...the student was telling her she could have. But Lydia would make her sweat a little bit more.<br><br>She sat down behind her desk, leaning forward so her full breasts offered the student a tantalizing view. "I do not normally do this but...well, for you Melissa I will make an exception." She reached for a piece of paper and quickly scribbled down a website and a log in and password. She pushed it across the desk to the student, her eyes darkening and looking like deep pools of dark purple. "At precisely ten PM tonight, you will log on. There will be someone waiting for you. You will get on webcam and your...Mistress...will see if you are worthy of becoming her slave."<br><br>Lydia slipped on her glasses, glancing at the time time and seeing that she had given herself more than enough time to prepare herself for what she was going to subject Melissa to. She would begin slow...see how far the student would go. And before long, she would have the little slut in her grasp. Oh and the delightful things Lydia would do to her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teacher's Pet (GrapeTootsiePop and Thorns)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ThornsofRose</strong> on <strong>04-07-2010, 04:39:35</strong>
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				Melissa smiled, blushing a bit as she did so as Professor Packett said she knew someone.&nbsp; It was not the answer she was hoping for, but it was hopeful.&nbsp; Melissa would still have some say in who she gave herself to, and if whoever Dr. Packett suggested did not work for her, well, that'd be ok, but an opportunity could not be ignored!<br><br>She licked her lips as she looked at the professor's cleavage, and after a few moments force herself to look up into her eyes and listen to what she was saying.&nbsp; She blushed more as she accepted the paper.&nbsp; She knew full well that there was some danger involved in what was being suggested.&nbsp; After all, the other person could record her "audition" and post it.&nbsp; But even if she decided not to give herself to the potential mistress, there'd be no real harm in that.&nbsp; After all, so what if there was a video of her being a slut on the net.&nbsp; She <em>was</em> a slut.<br><br>"I will.&nbsp; Thank you so very much."&nbsp; She smiled.&nbsp; "I'll do my best not disappoint."&nbsp; She stood, bowing slightly to show respect--some how she thought anything more might be inappropriate since the professor had not offered to take her right there on her desk.&nbsp; However, she tried to focus on feeling hopeful rather than disappointed.<br><br>Melissa had a hard time focusing the rest of the day, though she managed not to masturbate, as she wanted to be deemed worthy.&nbsp; At ten o'clock, she logged onto the site that she'd been given and turned on her webcam.&nbsp; She was thankful to have a single dorm room, though perhaps with the right roommate she'd've been collared by now.<br><br>She set the laptop on her bed and kneeled, naked but legs together to start with, waiting for the potential Mistress to make contact, even as she felt herself getting wet with anticipation.&nbsp; A glance down showed that her nipples were hard, and she smiled, giggling a bit to herself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teacher's Pet (GrapeTootsiePop and Thorns)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>04-07-2010, 06:25:07</strong>
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				The day went by slowly for Lydia but finally at five o'clock, she was able to go home. She only lived a block from the boarding school, so the drive was relatively quick and stress-free. She smiled to herself as she realized what would be happening tonight. Tonight, she would make the first steps in ensuring that Melissa became her little slut. And soon, she would prove to be the slut to all of the other Professors in the Boarding School.<br><br>The first thing she did when she arrived home was go into her study and boot up her computer. She made sure that everything was up and running smoothly before she left to go soak in a hot bubble bath. As she slid in the hot water, she leaned back and closed her eyes, smiling as she wondered how delightful it would be to have a nice slut to wash her body as she soaked and relaxed. Images began to flash in Lydia's head of Melissa kneeling by the bath tub washing her, making sure that her Mistress was all nice and clean before sliding a hand between her legs and bringing her off. The thought was so deliciously nice that Lydia found her own hand reaching down to gently and lazily stroke her slit.<br><br>At the last minute, when she felt her skin flush and her breathing quicken as her orgasm approached, she stopped. The Professor did not want to ruin an orgasm all by herself. It would be so much fun to do it as she watched Melissa degrade herself. That thought was enough to cause the Professor to finish her bubble bath and step out, drying herself and remaining in a silk black robe.<br><br>When it was finally ten o'clock, Lydia made her way to the study with a glass and a bottle of wine. She sat down and quickly logged on the website, her lips curving into a pleased smile when she saw Melissa, naked and kneeling before her on cam. She quickly typed in: <em>Very good, slut. Remember to always greet Me this way and things will go very well for you. Tell your Mistress what your name is - your 'real' name. And tell me what brings you to Me.</em><br><br>She was going to start out by putting Melissa in her place. Feeling her pussy quivering with excitement, Lydia resisted the urge to reach down and touch herself. Before the night was over, she was going to make Melissa cum over and over. And she would be recording every delicious moment.
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				Post by: <strong>ThornsofRose</strong> on <strong>04-07-2010, 22:51:19</strong>
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				She licked her lips.&nbsp; Melissa had to admit that it was a bit unnerving to be submitting to someone she could not see, to not even know for whom she was auditioning.&nbsp; "My name is Melissa Campbell.&nbsp; And, I'm here, because..."&nbsp; She took a deep breath, her heart pounding loudly in her ears.<br><br>"A professor of mine said she knew someone who might want to claim me.&nbsp; To own me.&nbsp; I'm a slut... perhaps more of a slut in waiting."&nbsp; She blushed at that phrase and decided that she liked it.&nbsp; "I know what I want.&nbsp; What I am, but I've never had any luck in finding a woman who will claim me.&nbsp; I think I scare off potential mistresses my own age."&nbsp; She knew she was far more ready to commit than most college students.&nbsp; But she just wanted the freedom to be herself, to serve.<br><br>"This slut in waiting is just hoping to find a Mistress, Ma'am."&nbsp; She felt herself get wetter, and made a mental note that she'd have to wash her sheets after this audition.
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				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>05-07-2010, 00:27:38</strong>
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				Lydia shivered as she saw how open Melissa was being. This was going perfectly. She reached down and gently caressed her body before she quickly typed into the computer: <em>Well Melissa Campbell. Lets see if you're a true slut. Or just a little girl trying to act like you're made to serve when you're really not.</em><br><br>She was quick to set the cam to record what Melissa was doing - and after verifying that the cam was in fact taking in everything Melissa was doing, Lydia began. <em>You will begin by examining yourself. I want you to turn around and kneel before the camera. Spread your ass cheeks and pussy lips wide apart and let Me see how excited your cunt is.</em> She could feel her own sex growing wetter, knowing she was about to see her student in positions that no Professor was supposed to. Lydia moaned softly, glad no one could hear her but herself. Soon though, she would have her little slut between her knees, pleasuring her Mistress with her own mouth.<br><br><em>I want you to pinch and pull on your nipples and show Me how excited they are. But you are not to cum, slut. You will be lucky if I allow you the pleasure of cumming for Me.</em>
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				Post by: <strong>ThornsofRose</strong> on <strong>05-07-2010, 17:55:06</strong>
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				After the computer made it clear that her potential mistress was not typing any longer, Melissa did as she'd been told.&nbsp; She turned around on all fours, so that she was kneeling with the computer behind her and then used a pillow to help steady herself as she reached back with her hands to spread her cheeks obediently.<br><br>Resisting the urge to touch herself, as she'd not been ordered to do so.&nbsp; Melissa gasped as she began to pull at her nipples.&nbsp; She had rarely felt so aroused.&nbsp; Not knowing who was ordering her to touch herself and display herself, the idea that maybe finally someone would claim her, and the pleasure she was applying to herself.&nbsp; <br><br>"Thank you, Mistress."&nbsp; She moaned, trying to hold her position steady so that the woman could see what it was she wanted to see, even as she trembled.
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				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>05-07-2010, 18:26:56</strong>
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				Her eyes hungrily took in the view of Melissa's asshole and pussy, seeing how delicious her student look spread out like that for her. The fact that Melissa did not know it was her own Professor was both thrilling and a bit disappointing. Lydia wanted Melissa to know who it was. She wanted the young woman to realize that her Professor was the Mistress she had been searching for. But it was exciting to know that she could make her little slut do whatever it was she wanted and she would do it.<br><br><em>Good</em>, she quickly typed as she saw her teasing her nipples. <em>Now. I want you to grab your hair clips and pinch your nipples with them. Make your nipples stand out at attention. Then I want you to lay on your back and spread your pussy for me. And tease yourself. But. You are not to cum. You cannot cum, slut.</em><br><br>She licked her lips, making sure that she would record in vivid details the way Melissa's pussy was drenched. She quickly typed in, <em>Oh and one more thing. I want you to tell the camera what a nasty little slut you are. And what you want your Mistress to do to you.</em>
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				Post by: <strong>ThornsofRose</strong> on <strong>05-07-2010, 18:48:53</strong>
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				Hearing the ping that indicated there'd been another message, Melissa turned enough to see the screen and read the instructions, all the while pulling at her nipples.&nbsp; She nodded and turned around again, grabbing her clips and pulling at her nipples enough to clip them, groaning as she did so.&nbsp; "Oh, Ma'am.&nbsp; I... I like that.&nbsp; I'd like it more if it were you clipping it though."<br><br>Once that was done, she laid down her back and did as she was instructed, biting her lip to try to keep her focused so that she wouldn't cum.<br><br>"I want my Mistress to tease me, and drip hot was over me.&nbsp; To clamp my nipples, and force me to eat her out while pulling on my hair."&nbsp; She gasped and forced herself to focus so that she didn't let loose yet.&nbsp; "I need Mistress to deny her slut an orgasm, to control her, and then to whip me to the point of orgasm, leaving beautiful prominent welts upon my back that everyone could see if I wore a halter top."<br><br>She lost herself a bit in the fantasy, "To call me up in front of the class and take the BDSM discussion up several notches, to collar me, to choke me, to fist me in front of the whole class."
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				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>06-07-2010, 14:22:20</strong>
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				Lydia couldn't stop herself, her hands went down between her legs and she began to tease and play with her clit and her pussy. Her little slut was turning out to be a bit of an exhibitionist. It was something that she would have to remember for the near future. Something she knew was going to turn into an exciting school year. She slid two fingers inside her pussy as she continued to watch her student, feeling her heart thundering in her chest, her excitement growing.<br><br>Her lips were parted as she watched the way Melissa played with herself, knowing that she was trying her hardest not to orgasm. At the mention of orgasm denial, Lydia couldn't help but chuckle knowing that it was exactly what she was going to keep her student from doing.<br><br><em>You have your Mistress very wet, slut. You've done a good job.</em> The Professor paused before she licked her fingers, moaning at her own delicious taste before continuing to type, <em>Now I want you to pull of the clips and stop rubbing yourself. You're done for the night. I have seen all that I wish to see.</em><br><br>She licked her lips, wondering what Melissa would do if she knew it was her own Professor forcing her to be a slut on video. She continued recording but sent an e-mail to some of her personal friends in the school staff: <strong><em>I have a delicious treat for you all tomorrow.</em></strong><br><br>Getting a brilliant idea, she added to Melissa's instructions: <em>Tomorrow you will wear a short skirt and no panties. You will wear a shirt with no bra and when you sit down for your Human Sexuality class, I want you to keep your legs spread. So Professor Packett can see your beautiful pussy. Understood?</em>
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				Post by: <strong>ThornsofRose</strong> on <strong>06-07-2010, 23:21:43</strong>
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				Melissa felt both exalted and disappointed at the message.&nbsp; She had pleased the potential Mistress--that was good.&nbsp; Actually, that was fantastic.&nbsp; At least, if this relationship even started, both knew exactly how deep the other wanted to go and were, on that account, in synch.&nbsp; However, Melissa had a feeling that command meant exactly what she thought it meant, and she sighed as she removed the clamps and stopped touching herself.<br><br>"Ma'am means for the whole night?&nbsp; I'm not allowed to pleasure myself?"&nbsp; The thought was thrilling, that she'd let someone she couldn't even see dictate that, but extremely frustrating as she had definitely gotten rather hot and bothered.&nbsp; <br><br>She blinked a bit as she read the final instructions.&nbsp; Was that a kind of thank you gift to the Professor?&nbsp; Or could it mean something more?&nbsp; After all, when she expressed her fantasy of being used in that class as a demonstration the woman on the other end did not seem bothered.&nbsp; She nodded, blushing, but smiling.&nbsp; "Yes, Ma'am.&nbsp; Thank you, Ma'am.&nbsp; I look forward to it."&nbsp; <em>Though how am I supposed to sleep tonight?!</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teacher's Pet (GrapeTootsiePop and Thorns)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>07-07-2010, 14:17:54</strong>
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				Lydia couldn't help but laugh at the comment that Melissa had made, hearing the tone in her voice. No no, The Professor did not want Melissa to play with herself tonight. There would be enough time for her to do that when she had earned her orgasm. For now, she would continue to push the student closer to the point of no return. It was going to be quite thrilling and exciting.<br><br><em>Exactly, slut. For the entire night. And to make sure that you do as you're told, I want you to keep the cam on and point it to your bed. If at all during the night you touch yourself, I will punish you severely. You wouldn't want your Mistress to have to punish you, now would you?</em> She chuckled lightly as she continued to finger her own pussy, feeling her excited juices trickling down her inner thighs. She couldn't wait for tomorrow when Melissa was going to offer her a delicious view.<br><br><em>Now go to bed. You have a long day ahead of you.</em> Lydia chuckled and stood up, posting a status that she was no longer at her desk. She would leave the recording on but would cut out the boring parts so her fellow Professor's could have fun. As she made her way upstairs, she shivered, teasing her nipples. Soon...Soon she would have Melissa living with her, and she would force her slut to do everything and anything Lydia commanded.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Teacher's Pet (GrapeTootsiePop and Thorns)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ThornsofRose</strong> on <strong>08-07-2010, 02:35:11</strong>
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				Melissa whimpered as she read the confirmation of what she was afraid of, as well as the Mistress' intention to keep a watch on her as she slept.&nbsp; "I don't know, some punishment is fun."&nbsp; She smiled a bit, but knew that it wasn't really punishment if you enjoyed it.&nbsp; "All right."&nbsp; She nodded.<br><br>Deciding that the order had not dictated how exactly she was to sleep, she went to her lingerie drawer, which had quite a selection, especially for a single college kid.&nbsp; Picking out a piece that she'd bought because it was sweet and innocent, but also very very revealing, a blue piece that did not quite fall down to her ass, had a pink tie right under her breasts and lace that highlighted them.<br><br>Since it was warm, she left the top sheet and blankets off to the side, making sure to lie down in a way that would have her the most revealed to the camera.&nbsp; "Night, Ma'am."<br><br>Melissa managed to sleep with only a few involuntary sleep-led brushes against herself, and when she woke, she wondered how well she'd done, since she had not done enough to wake herself.<br><br>She showered, forcing herself not to do anything other than thoroughly cleansing herself and dressed according to the instructions--a short purple skirt, no panties, and a tight blue halter top.&nbsp; She admired herself in the mirror, completing the outfit with the same strappy silver heels from the previous day.<br><br>When she entered the class room, she moved straight to her desk.&nbsp; She'd arrived early enough to be the first one.&nbsp; Her desk was on the third row of the lecture hall, but in the center.&nbsp; With the way that desks were set up, the students in front of her would not block the professor's view, and she felt herself getting wet just thinking about it.&nbsp; Smiling, she took a seat and opened her legs just a bit--she'd open them more fully once the Professor Packett entered.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Teacher's Pet (GrapeTootsiePop and Thorns)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>10-07-2010, 00:55:42</strong>
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				When morning came, Lydia was more than ready to go to class. She did her normal morning routine; exercised for half an hour before she went to take a shower and prepare for her day ahead. While she was dressing, she replayed the night's events and was pleased to see that true to her request, Melissa had not touched herself. "Good," She murmured softly as she finished dressing in a long tight black skirt and a white button up shirt. It was her 'uniform' on most days.<br><br>Today would be a good day no matter what. Last night had shown the Professor just how needy Melissa was, but she wanted to continue to push the girl. To break her and humiliate her in private before humiliating her in public. The mere idea of forcing Melissa to submit to her during class made her pussy quiver with excitement. She wasn't even out of the house and her nipples were hard and her slit was glistening with eager arousal. Happily, she got in her car and drove the short distance to the Boarding School.<br><br>She was walking into her classroom when the bell rang. She smiled as she sat down behind her desk, looking up and immediately catching view of Melissa's spread legs. Lydia licked her lips slowly, calling out loudly, "Good Morning, ladies. We are going to continue with the lessons that we have been going over in the category of: Sexual Arousal and Response." She stood up and walked in front of the students, flashing them a small wicked smile. "I want you each to write down five things that arouse you. Things that as soon as they come to play turn you on." She arched an eyebrow, adding, "For the virgins...think of possible things. possible scenarios."<br><br>Lydia paused right in front of where Melissa's desk was and she blatantly stared at her pussy, licking her lips as she saw how glistening wet it was. She didn't even have to be close to know that her student was quite turned on. Oh this was going to be a great class lesson!
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Teacher's Pet (GrapeTootsiePop and Thorns)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ThornsofRose</strong> on <strong>12-07-2010, 03:23:18</strong>
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				Melissa squirmed slightly in her seat, blushing even as she smiled when she realized where the professor's attention was.&nbsp; She licked her own lips and mouthed the word, "Mistress" with a raised eyebrow to show that it was meant as a question.&nbsp; She had let the other girls catch a glimpse, but had only fully opened her eyes when Professor Packett entered the room.<br><br>She looked at her a moment longer, loving the hungry and appreciative way that the older woman was appraising her, before writing down her answers to the question.<br><br><em>1--The sound of a whip.<br>2--Spanking.<br>3--Being called a slut.<br>4--Having my hair pulled.<br>5--Being humiliated.</em><br><br>There were others.&nbsp; Melissa knew she could easily go to twenty, but these were the first five which came to mind.<br><br>Smirking she wrote a note.&nbsp; <em>I could go on...</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Teacher's Pet (GrapeTootsiePop and Thorns)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>12-07-2010, 22:55:18</strong>
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				Keeping things professional, Lydia walked back and forth as she answered questions from her students and chuckled as she saw more than a few of her students cheeks turning red. Arching an eyebrow, her eyes continued to stray towards Melissa. When she had mouthed the word <em>Mistress</em>, Lydia had made sure to turn her eyes elsewhere, not wanting her student to know just who she was just yet. The Professor clearly enjoyed the game she was forcing her student to play.<br><br>"Now," The Professor goes to her desk and sits down on the hard surface, crossing her legs. She chuckles as she says firmly, "Set your pens and pencils down. In fact, hide them from plain sight because this is going to be a bit...frightening for some." She waited until all of the girls put away their pens and pencils before she continued, "When I call your name, you're going to stand next to your desk and read to me what you have on your piece of paper."<br><br>A collective gasp could be heard from the innocent girls and some murmurs of conversations began to flutter around the room. With a quick crack of the ruler on her desk, the Professor said firmly, "No one will change their answers. And no one will laugh at what is read."<br><br>As soon as there was silence in her classroom, Lydia's eyes flashed to Melissa's and she smiled slowly, a seductive smile, "Melissa. You first."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Teacher's Pet (GrapeTootsiePop and Thorns)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ThornsofRose</strong> on <strong>13-07-2010, 01:47:20</strong>
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				Melissa swallowed, but smiled at the professor.&nbsp; It was a scary thought, that she should have to read exactly what she wrote down, but she'd never been ashamed of her own tendencies.&nbsp; Thwarted in reaching her goals perhaps, frustrated, but never ashamed.&nbsp; <br><br>She stood gracefully and read her list, keeping her eyes on the Professor the whole time as she did so.&nbsp; She blushed slightly, but her voice was strong and even proud.&nbsp; If any of the other girls did laugh, she did not notice it.<br><br>When she reached the last item on her list, she continued on, "Being chained, a&nbsp; collar, knowing that my orgasm belongs to my mistress not to me."&nbsp; She would go on until she was told to stop.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Teacher's Pet (GrapeTootsiePop and Thorns)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>16-07-2010, 16:15:18</strong>
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				Lydia raised her hand up to make Melissa stop. It wasn't because she wanted to per se, but it was mostly because of her student. They had started off snickering and some of them laughing under their breaths but now all of them were silent, realizing how honest Melissa was being.<br><br>"Very good," Lydia murmured, her voice a bit husky as she tried not to let her student's desires affect her. But it was a bit different than any of her other student. There was something about the willingness of Melissa, the forward way she was that was just a bit too seductive. She chuckled lightly, "Go ahead and sit down. Penelope, you are next."<br><br>As the shy girl stood up, her cheeks red in humiliation, the Professor continued to walk around back and forth. She kept her eyes on Melissa, wondering if she would spread her legs and if she would get to see her deliciously dripping wet pussy. Perhaps it was time the Professor let her student know just who was her Mistress.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Teacher's Pet (GrapeTootsiePop and Thorns)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ThornsofRose</strong> on <strong>17-07-2010, 03:52:55</strong>
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				Melissa heard the snickers, but she ignored them.&nbsp; She felt worse for Amanda, actually.&nbsp; Their break up had not exactly been quiet, and now, she figured, that most of the class had a good idea of what exactly the problem was.&nbsp; She wondered how many of the other young women would be asking her how she could have let such a wanton whore go.&nbsp; She also wondered if she'd be getting some offers.<br><br>She smirked as she sat down and immediately spread her legs open.&nbsp; The fact of the matter was that she was even wetter than before.&nbsp; In fact, she was hot and flushed.&nbsp; Her hands clenched the edge of her desk to keep herself from touching herself.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Teacher's Pet (GrapeTootsiePop and Thorns)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>18-07-2010, 00:48:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The rest of the class went just as planned, Lydia learned who her wanton little sluts were and who were her innocent virgins. And there there was Melissa who was in a category all on her own. She was the only one who had the makings of being a student slut. The mere idea of taking her in the middle of the classroom like she had discussed the night before made the Professor tighten her legs in excitement. It was almost too good to be true. And the view that she was enjoying was making her a little bit more hornier than she expected.<br><br>When the bell rang, Lydia spoke up, "Good job ladies. You have done a marvelous job." Glancing over at Melissa, she winked before she made her way behind her desk, "Go to your next classes. Enjoy your day." She didn't say anything, but she hoped her little slut would stay. She was quite eager to spend a few moments alone with her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Teacher's Pet (GrapeTootsiePop and Thorns)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ThornsofRose</strong> on <strong>21-07-2010, 00:20:01</strong>
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				Melissa's next class period was free, so while she did gather her things, leaning over so that the professor could easily see down her shirt, she made no move towards the door.&nbsp; However, she could not help but chuckle as a couple of phone numbers got dropped on her desk.&nbsp; Too bad she had hope that she had found a real mistress.<br><br>When the rest of the class filed out, snickering or lingering glances, she set her packed book bag on her seat and moved towards the gorgeous woman she desperately hope was her new Mistress.&nbsp; At the very least, she hoped she'd been set up with someone as attractive and domineering as she was.<br><br>"I'm sorry if I was out of line today."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Teacher's Pet (GrapeTootsiePop and Thorns)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>25-07-2010, 18:26:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"No you're not," Lydia said as she watched Melissa coming towards her. A slightly mocking smile crossed over her features as she looked at her student, refusing to lick her lips and show that she hungered for her. She leaned her hip on her desk and simply watched Melissa for a few moments until her student was close enough for her to touch. Then, she reached out and ran her fingertip down the exposed skin of her chest.<br><br>"Did you want to shock your classmates? Or offer me an enticing list of everything I could do to you?" The Professor's eyes began to darken as she boldly moved her hand down and cupped Melissa, touching her heated and wet sex. She purred softly, "You're dripping wet, slut. Did you like showing me your pussy that much?"<br><br>Lydia began to grin slowly, licking her lips as she manhandled Melissa's crotch, grinding and rubbing her hand against her student's wetness, getting her hand drenched in her juices.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Teacher's Pet (GrapeTootsiePop and Thorns)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ThornsofRose</strong> on <strong>26-07-2010, 01:55:50</strong>
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				Melissa laughed as the professor called her on the apology.&nbsp; She was right, there was not a bit of regret in her, but then, she'd not done anything wrong.<br><br>She groaned as Lydia ground against her pussy, teasing and exciting her even more than she already was.&nbsp; Her voice was husky as she answered her questions.&nbsp; "Both.&nbsp; After all, there's nothing for me to be ashamed of."&nbsp; Melissa gasped a bit, rubbing herself against her hand, groaning as she did so.<br><br>"I did...I do... ungh... Ma'am... please, I... wasn't allowed... last night... please..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Teacher's Pet (GrapeTootsiePop and Thorns)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>28-07-2010, 18:16:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Oh she knew she hadn't been allowed to orgasm last night, but Melissa didn't know she was her Mistress. Not yet anyway. Arching an eyebrow in confusion, Lydia continued to grind her palm against Melissa's dripping wet pussy, asking curiously, "You weren't....allowed what last night, dear?"<br><br>Her eyes twinkled wickedly, showing that she was enjoying this a bit too much. Slowly, her index finger pushed past her student's swollen pussy lips and ran up and down her slit, her fingernail catching and gently scratching her clit. Lydia licked her lips, feeling her hot and wet her pretty little slave was. But she wasn't going to make her cum. Not yet.<br><br>"Oh...well then I guess we must stop. Your Mistress doesn't want you to....you know..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Teacher's Pet (GrapeTootsiePop and Thorns)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ThornsofRose</strong> on <strong>29-07-2010, 00:45:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Melissa groaned a bit when Lydia said they had to stop.&nbsp; She had been so excited and the idea of stopping and being denied longer was almost painful.&nbsp; "Mmm... she hasn't claimed me yet."&nbsp; She turned a playful pout at her professor as she rubbed against her hand.<br><br>"Besides, I get to chose to whom I give myself."&nbsp; She smiled a bit flirtatiously.&nbsp; "And there's a gorgeous woman at whose feet I want to kneel.&nbsp; If... if she doesn't want me, and the Mistress wants to meet me and see if this works, then I will.&nbsp; But, only if know the Mistress I'd chose doesn't want me."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Teacher's Pet (GrapeTootsiePop and Thorns)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>02-08-2010, 16:32:07</strong>
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				Arching an eyebrow, Lydia looked at Melissa and before she realized what she was doing, her fingers had closed firmly around Melissa’s clit and she was pinching hard, “Are you saying that the Mistress I provided to you last night was not good enough? You selfish, spoiled little brat!”<br><br>Reaching into her desk, she pulled out a ruler, bent Melissa over her desk and jerked her skirt up. Without hesitation, she began to swat her ass hard with the metal ruler, “You will learn to appreciate just what I give to you, you little slut.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Teacher's Pet (GrapeTootsiePop and Thorns)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ThornsofRose</strong> on <strong>08-08-2010, 19:51:47</strong>
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				Melissa grimaced, though it turned into a surprised squeak of pain as her clit was pinched.&nbsp; It was not an unpleasant sensation, though perhaps not the kind of pain she would have begged for, but the tone and the intensity had caught her off guard.<br><br>Before she could explain, her professor had her bent over, exposed, and was swatting her with a wonderfully painful ruler.&nbsp; All thoughts of an explanation escaped her head as she did, in fact, enjoy exactly what Lydia was giving her right then.<br><br>"Yes, Ma'am!&nbsp; Thank you, Ma'am!"&nbsp; She squirmed against the desk--though she'd've preferred being over the woman's lap, allowing the friction to stimulate her as the pain shot through her body in beautiful beautiful bursts of pleasure.&nbsp; "Please, don't stop, Ma'am!"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Teacher's Pet (GrapeTootsiePop and Thorns)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>11-08-2010, 18:19:12</strong>
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				"Please don't stop?" Lydia sneered as she continued to swat her student in the ass with the ruler. She alternated cheeks and also made sure to slap the back of her thighs and close to her dripping pussy. The Professor could smell her arousal and it drove her mad with desire. Here was a little slut for her to play with and to tease and torment. Her school year was going to be magnificent!<br><br>"Nasty little slut, enjoying the pain that others give you," Lydia smirked, stopping and rubbing the ruler between Melissa's folds, sliding it up and down slowly. She leaned down and whispered against her student's ear, "Do you want to cum for me? Even though I'm not your Mistress? What will you tell your true Mistress when she asks you if you came like a bad little cunt?"<br><br>Walking behind her, she kicked out Melissa's feet, spreading her wider apart for her own sick pleasure. Reaching down, she began to lightly swat the ruler on her student's pussy, hearing the wet sounds of her juices. Lydia purred, "You're a nasty little cunt, aren't you? What are you going to tell your Mistress when she sees your red and swollen cunny?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Teacher's Pet (GrapeTootsiePop and Thorns)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ThornsofRose</strong> on <strong>11-08-2010, 18:42:30</strong>
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				Melissa whimpered as Lydia tortured her by reminding her that she was not her mistress.&nbsp; She felt tears of pleasure and frustration roll down her cheeks as she nodded.&nbsp; The fact of the matter was that she did not care about disappointing her "true mistress" as much as she wanted this woman right here to claim her and make her her own.&nbsp; <br><br>She gasped as her feet were forced further apart, though it turned into a scream of pain and pleasure when the metal ruler landed hard against her very wet pussy.&nbsp; Licking her lips and forcing herself to breath enough to answer the question, "That... I... want you..."&nbsp; She swallowed, hungering for more of the punishment and humiliation.&nbsp; "I want you to claim me.&nbsp; I want to be yours."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Teacher's Pet (GrapeTootsiePop and Thorns)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>11-08-2010, 18:47:32</strong>
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				"Naughty little girl," she said huskily, the excitement of having Melissa over her desk driving her to continue slapping her pussy. She felt a tremor of pleasure when she heard her student cry out in pleasure and pain and she wanted to cause the little slut to do it again. Pulling the ruler from between her legs, she showed the glistening metal to Melissa, mocking, "Look at that. It's dripping wet with your juices. You really want to cum, don't you, whore?"<br><br>Setting the ruler in front of Melissa, Lydia slid a manicured finger inside of Melissa's pussy, starting to finger fuck her. Leaning down, she licked her student's ear and whispered with a cruel laugh, "But you better not cum, little cunt. Because I'm not your Mistress. You need to show me you can handle me being your Mistress. Do you think you can do that? Or are you just all talk and you just need a good cum?" As she spoke, her finger continued to drive deep inside of Melissa, relentlessly seeking to make the girl loose control.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Teacher's Pet (GrapeTootsiePop and Thorns)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ThornsofRose</strong> on <strong>11-08-2010, 19:00:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She just nodded, a slight whimper escaping her lips as she tightened her hold on the desk.&nbsp; She would not remotely mind cumming for Lydia, even if it lost her the mysterious mistress she'd performed for the night before.&nbsp; Feeling a bit bold, she leaned forward a bit and licked a bit of her juices off the metal, looking at the professor full in the eyes as she did so.<br><br>She was about to give herself over to the pleasure when she heard the cruel laugh and words.&nbsp; Her hands tightened on the table and she fought herself, even as she felt the relentless wonderful sensations that Lydia's fingers were given her.&nbsp; This was what she wanted, and Melissa would fight as hard as she could to deny herself that climax if it meant that Lydia would slip a collar around her neck.&nbsp; More tears rolled down her cheeks at the effort, but she desperately wanted to prove herself. <br><br>"I... can..."&nbsp; She gasped and forced herself not to give in.&nbsp; "Try, Ma'am."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Teacher's Pet (GrapeTootsiePop and Thorns)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>11-08-2010, 19:06:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"You can try?" Lydia laughed softly, almost mocking as she looked down at Melissa. The truth was, her student was doing remarkably well. She had been punished and was now being teased and she was forcing herself not to cum. As much as Melissa tried to deny it, she couldn't help but feel a measure of admiration and respect. She slowly slipped two fingers inside of her student and her thumb began to caress her clit.<br><br>"Hey Lydia I was wonder-" The words got stuck in Professor Kenmore's throat as she walked in to find her Professor and friend fingering one of their students. Her eyes widened as she smelled the obvious scent of arousal.<br><br>"Professor Kenmore," Lydia said smoothly, a smile crossing her features. Her fingers did not still from moving in and out of Melissa's pussy or keep her thumb from rubbing and teasing her student's clit. "Come in. Come in. I'm just exploring one of my student's turn ons." Licking her lips, Lydia looked down and couldn't help but chuckle, "She's trying so hard not to cum on my fingers, aren't you, darling?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Teacher's Pet (GrapeTootsiePop and Thorns)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ThornsofRose</strong> on <strong>11-08-2010, 19:14:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She nodded, even though she heard the mocking in the words.&nbsp; Melissa bit her lip, not wanting this to stop, needing desperately to prove herself, and at the same time needing very much to be allowed to orgasm.&nbsp; Briefly she wondered if the professor had any idea just how difficult it was, how just hearing her voice made her wet, having her actually inside of her and not allowed to cum was driving her nuts.<br><br>The fact of the matter was that Melissa was not that experienced in denial and did not know how much longer she could hold out, especially when they had an audience.&nbsp; There was nothing more amazing than being used and objectified while someone else watched--at least nothing that Melissa could imagine.<br><br>It was even worse that she had Kenmore for a class, too.&nbsp; "Yes, ma'am... ma'am... please.... I can't... much long... please."&nbsp; Tears ran down her cheeks harder.&nbsp; She did not want to lose the opportunity to belong to Professor Packett, but she was not sure she had any control left.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Teacher's Pet (GrapeTootsiePop and Thorns)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>11-08-2010, 19:29:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ah such a pity, your pussy is so wet and hot that I would have enjoyed playing with you a little bit more," With a disappointed sigh, Lydia removed her fingers and pulled down Melissa's skirt. Showing Professor Kenmore her fingers, which were glistening with her students juices and excitement, she winked, "It seems that our little slut here enjoyed it a little bit too much. Too bad I'm not your Mistress or I would have let you cum, my pretty little pet."<br><br>"W-What," Professor Kenmore cleared her throat, her cheeks flushed as she watched the juices on Lydia's hand. She had heard rumors of Professors taking liberties with their female students but she had never walked in on one doing so. And she had to admit the show had been...wonderfully erotic. "What do you plan to do with her now, Lydia? Surely you're not going to leave the poor child without cumming? It is a horrible torture."<br><br>The Professor glanced down at Melissa as she caressed her head, almost as if she were petting an animal. "Oh she will be fine. I'm sure that by the time she gets to your class she'll be back to normal." Sliding her fingers inside Melissa's mouth, she ordered, "Lick them clean, cunt, I don't want my other class to smell your pussy on my fingers. Once you're done, be a good girl and leave."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Teacher's Pet (GrapeTootsiePop and Thorns)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ThornsofRose</strong> on <strong>11-08-2010, 19:41:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She whimpered as Lydia once again confirmed that she was not her mistress, and quietly used one hand to wipe the tears from her face.&nbsp; Had she not done well, fought against her very body to prove herself worthy?&nbsp; Biting her lip again she looked down, listening to the conversation between the two professors.<br><br>Despite feeling rejected, when the professor pet her head, she leaned into it, taking a bit of comfort from it.&nbsp; So what if she looked like a pleased cat or dog accepting attention?&nbsp; <br><br>Her lips were forced apart as Lydia slipped her fingers into her mouth to clean, and at the instruction, she smiled a bit around them.&nbsp; She would take her time suckling and licking them clean, especially since she had to leave once she finished.&nbsp; There had been no instructions on how long she could take.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Teacher's Pet (GrapeTootsiePop and Thorns)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>11-08-2010, 19:50:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The feel of Melissa's tongue playing with her fingers and licking them clean sent a delicious tremor of pleasure down Lydia's spine. It landed and throbbed right in her pussy, making her sigh with soft pleasure. She knew her student was lingering but she did not really mind. After all, she didn't have another class coming in yet and Melissa did not have to be in her class yet. She would allow her this small amount of satisfaction.<br><br>"She's obedient," Rachel Kenmore said, her eyes darkening as she watched Melissa licking and cleaning Lydia's fingers like a pro. She wondered just how good her student's tongue would feel and a blush crossed her face. She had never thought of her students in any kind of sexual manner. She was not about to start now.<br><br>"Of course she's obedient," Lydia said with an amused laugh. "She's trying to win my affections so that my hands will keep playing with her pussy. What she doesn't realize is that I'm a very demanding Mistress. Who knows if pretty little Melissa can handle my demands on her body?" Slowly pulling her fingers from her student's mouth, she slapped her ass, cupping and squeezing the globes before she ordered, "Go now, cunt. Be a good and don't disappoint." Even though Lydia had not admitted that she would be Melissa's Mistress, she was already treating her as if she was. She demanded obedience, even if she did not give Melissa what she want. Her collar.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Teacher's Pet (GrapeTootsiePop and Thorns)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ThornsofRose</strong> on <strong>11-08-2010, 20:04:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She jumped a bit as her ruler-abused ass was smacked, though it caused her to smile.&nbsp; Melissa was still hopeful, so she left as told.&nbsp; At the door, however, she turned back and smiled to both of the professors, "I prefer demanding, Ma'am.&nbsp; Just as in my school work, I like to be challenged and pushed to be the best."<br><br>Once she left the room, she took a deep breath and headed back to her dorm room.&nbsp; She would need to take another shower, careful not to touch herself or cum, and then get ready for her next class.&nbsp; With a professor who had just seen that she was a willing slut who wanted her colleague to claim her.&nbsp; Not to mention the fact that her class was sure to have shared her own revelations with the whole school by now.<br><br>So, she was a slut and everyone knew.&nbsp; She smiled as she held her head high and went to her room to freshen up.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Teacher's Pet (GrapeTootsiePop and Thorns)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>16-08-2010, 03:03:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As soon as Melissa left, Professor Kenmore looked at Lydia in shocked surprise. She let out a quick burst of laughter and shook her head, "I should have known that your class would be more interesting than my English class, Lydia. How am I supposed to look at her in class and not see you bending her over and spanking her with a ruler?" Even though the question was there in her eyes, the lust and the desire to do the same to Melissa was there. She asked curiously, "Who is her Mistress?"<br><br>"She is a Mystery to us all," Lydia said vaguely not wanting to tell her friend and have her slip up in front of Melissa. "Soon, she will be exposed. And Melissa will be ours to have so much fun with. Why can we not share her? She will be the School Slut but only for her Teachers. She doesn't need to worry about the other students, I'm sure they diddle with themselves enough." Lydia was feeling a bit aroused from having played and teased Melissa and so, testing her boundaries with Professor Kenmore she stepped close to her and winked, pressing her pussy scented fingers against Rachel's nose so she could smell Melissa's scent, "Here. So you will now what your naughty little student smells like."<br><br>Rachel gasped, taking a deep breath and smelling Melissa. With a groan, she shook her head, mumbling with a blush, "I need to get to class." Turning she fled, not wanting to admit that she found the smell arousing.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Teacher's Pet (GrapeTootsiePop and Thorns)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ThornsofRose</strong> on <strong>16-08-2010, 17:46:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Having washed herself, and forced herself not to masturbate, she put on a fresh outfit--still without any underwear and walked to her next class with her head held high.&nbsp; The whispers only made her smile, and she could not help but flirt with some of the girls staring at her.<br><br>When she reached the English class she took a seat, blushing as she thought about the fact that Professor Kenmore had seen her serving Lydia--as much as the other woman would permit anyway.&nbsp; Deciding that since the Professor did not seem upset by what she'd witnessed, she would sit with her legs open in here as well.&nbsp; After all, there could be no harm in allowing the woman to see.<br><br>As the other students filed in, she heard the twitters of laughter, some nervous some bold.&nbsp; She smirked as a particularly butch woman leaned in and offered to help her if that's what was needed.&nbsp; Melissa smiled up to her, "I'll be getting collared soon, but thank you."&nbsp; She winked at the attractive student, but realized she really did need someone a bit older than her, an authority figure.<br><br>She got her stuff out for the class and doodled whips and chains and collars while she waited.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Teacher's Pet (GrapeTootsiePop and Thorns)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>25-08-2010, 17:07:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				In a school like theirs, it wasn't long before Lydia began to hear the rumors of a 'real slut' in one of the classes and the giggles and whispers. For the Professor as soon as she heard the giggles, she would give the girls a warning look and they would quiet down. While Lydia did not care too much if they mocked and made fun of Melissa, she would not tolerate whispers about herself. So as she watched her other class file in, she started the same class lecture with them.<br><br>For Professor Kenmore, having Melissa in her classroom was proving to be more distracting than she would have realized. Every time she sat down at her desk, she was offered a perfect view of the student's spread legs and her glistening sex. A few times, she caught herself licking her lips almost hungry with the idea of tasting Melissa's pussy. Needless to say, her cheeks were flushing the entire class period. But she made sure not to let the girls make fun of Melissa. After all, it was a class and Melissa had answered honestly.<br><br>"Melissa," Rachel said after clearing her throat, "Did you finish your English assignment?" The Professor was walking up and down the aisles taking the paperwork that she had assigned to them the night before. As she stopped by Melissa's desk, she looked down, her eyes hungrily taking in her students cleavage.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Teacher's Pet (GrapeTootsiePop and Thorns)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ThornsofRose</strong> on <strong>30-08-2010, 00:17:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Melissa blushed slightly as she handed in the paper, "Yes, Ma'am."&nbsp; She knew that it was decent, but it was not her absolute best work, as she had rather been preoccupied the night before as she looked forward to performing for her potential mistress.&nbsp; It was good, but it was not quite the level of work that she knew her professors had come to expect out of her.<br><br>She smiled up at the professor, having noticed throughout the class and now where exactly her eyes were drawn.&nbsp; Slightly arching her back, she allowed the woman a fuller view, though it would be subtle enough that she did not believe the other students would suspect that Professor Kenmore knew anything about her yet--she suspected by the end of the day that every student and professor would know exactly who and what she was.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Teacher's Pet (GrapeTootsiePop and Thorns)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>02-09-2010, 19:43:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Seeing the slight arch, Professor Kenmore glanced up at Melissa in shock before her eyes flew back down to the student's cleavage. It was too tempting to resist. Swallowing hard, Rachel took the paper and commented huskily, "Thank you. Perhaps the next assignment you will turn it in on your own and you don't have me coming after you." Turning swiftly, she made her way back to her desk, her cheeks flushed. She knew it was wrong but...she was being tempted by the student!<br><br>The rest of the class passed by with minimal problems, though Professor Kenmore tried her best at ignoring one particular student. Her voice trembled as she bell sounded and she called out, "Very good, class. Now tomorrow we're going back to reading in groups, so please bring your books and your materials." Watching as some of the girls filed out, Rachel stood and made her way into her office, shutting the door before she embarrassed herself by watching her student longingly. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Teacher's Pet (GrapeTootsiePop and Thorns)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ThornsofRose</strong> on <strong>15-09-2010, 22:19:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Melissa could not help but giggle as she filed past Rachel as the class left.&nbsp; It had been clear that she had had an affect on this professor as well.&nbsp; She blushed slightly as she wondered exactly how many professors she could affect.&nbsp; Could it be that whoever her Mistress was--she still hoped it would be Lydia--that the woman would share her with colleagues?<br><br>When she returned to her room, ignoring taunts, wriggling her ass for catcalls, she turned on her computer and stripped down, turning on her webcam.&nbsp; She hoped that the Mistress would be on, but decided, she'd do a bit of studying as she waited.&nbsp; She laid on her stomach, her back arched and her breasts prominent as she set herself up on her elbows in order to read.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Teacher's Pet (GrapeTootsiePop and Thorns)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>16-09-2010, 03:46:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The rest of the day went by uneventful for Lydia. Most of the students blushed when they saw her, remembering their moment in her classroom. Lydia simply smirked and waved to a few of them. It was entertaining to see the girls in her classroom be so flustered over the questions of turn ons and arousals. It was a valid question that as a Teacher in her position, she had to ask.<br><br>As she arrived home, she undressed and relaxed with a glass of wine. Noticing that it was seven o'clock, she signed on to the computer and felt a smile come to her lips when she saw Melissa already online. She sent her a message, <em>"Ready and waiting for your Mistress, are you, my little pet?"</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Teacher's Pet (GrapeTootsiePop and Thorns)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ThornsofRose</strong> on <strong>17-09-2010, 00:38:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Melissa had not been sure what her Mistress' schedule was.&nbsp; So when she'd run to get dinner and meet with a couple of friends, she'd turn off the camera.&nbsp; The dinner had been fun.&nbsp; They'd teased her a bit about the big revelation--though they both had known why she'd broken up with Amanda, and at least one was interested in the same kinds of thing.&nbsp; She did not tell them about her own possibility, because she was not entirely sure she was allowed to.<br><br>She returned to her dorm around 6:30, stripped back down, turned the camera back on, and sat with her legs well spread as she worked on doing her reading for the next day.<br><br>"Yes, Ma'am."&nbsp; Melissa put her book aside and smiled towards the camera, imagining that she could see the woman she was addressing.&nbsp; She did not know whether Lydia had told her about her "transgression" and boldness earlier in the day, and did not want to seem ungrateful.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Teacher's Pet (GrapeTootsiePop and Thorns)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>17-09-2010, 18:16:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The view of Melissa, naked and ready aroused Lydia much more than it should have. It was time that her student found out who would be her new Mistress. But first...she would have a bit of fun with her. She typed quickly: <em>"I hear that you were quite the entertainment for Professor Packett. But...she said you told her you wanted her to be your Mistress. Is that?"</em><br><br>Memories of the way Melissa's pussy had felt on her hand, and how wet she had gotten came back to her. Licking her lips she typed, "I think it's time we met, slut. I think it's time your learned who your true Mistress is."<br><br>She thought for a moment before smirking, <em>"On Friday you are to wear a dress to school, no bra and panties. And I want you to put a butt plug inside your ass. You're to go all day wearing the butt plug and NOT remove it. Once class is over, you will go to the Alleyway behind the Professor's housing unit and you will enter the back of the brick house. Once inside the house, you will go directly into the room across from there. It's a guest bedroom. There you will wait for me. Naked, with your body on display by the window for everyone to see when they pass by."</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Teacher's Pet (GrapeTootsiePop and Thorns)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ThornsofRose</strong> on <strong>18-09-2010, 01:25:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Melissa blushed at the question, not moving to touch herself or do anything to perform for her Mistress, since she was not told to do so.&nbsp; Instead she simply nodded.&nbsp; There was no point in lying.&nbsp; <br><br>The idea of going to class with a butt plug made her blush.&nbsp; She had one, but it was by no means the largest, more of a starter, but I had one.&nbsp; That could have been used against her, but the fact of the matter was that entire school now knew how much of wanton slut she was and wanted to be.&nbsp; There was no point in trying to pretend like this was not who she was or being embarrassed by it.<br><br>Though she had no doubt that she'd remember the instructions, but she wrote it down, bending over a note pad as she did so that her boobies were clearly displayed for the other woman.&nbsp; <br><br>"I look forward it to it, Ma'am!"<br><br>She blushed, thinking about it.<br><br>(If you don't want me to jump ahead, let me know and I can delete this part:)<br><br>Perhaps it was the fact that she'd be soon meeting her mistress, or even that she'd meet the woman at Lydia's home, but she found herself less torn about the woman.&nbsp; She did not seem mad about her confession, and she hoped, if she was not Lydia herself, that she'd share her with the Professor.&nbsp; But she enjoyed that evening even more than the previous ones, and found the time brief between then and Friday evening, even with their evenings "together".<br><br>Come Friday, she dressed as she was told, wearing a short barely acceptable dress, working really hard not to squirm as&nbsp; she sat in her desk with the butt plug.&nbsp; The day was difficult to get through, as the plug was a constant reminder of what was waiting for her.<br><br>The moment class was over she made a beeline to the professor's house.&nbsp; She had taken a minimum with her so that she would not have to take much to the Professor's.&nbsp; <br><br>When she got there, she went straight to the instructed bedroom, put her small bag in the corner, stripped and neatly folded her dress, putting it in the bag.&nbsp; She then moved to the window, and chewed her lip.&nbsp; Back to the window, so the butt plug was visible, or front?&nbsp; After a moment's indecision, she decided to stand with her back to the window so that her Mistress would open the door and see her breasts and waxed pussy.&nbsp; Her legs were spread a bit and her back arched to show her breasts to good effect.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Teacher's Pet (GrapeTootsiePop and Thorns)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>21-09-2010, 05:01:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It had been a pretty intense rest of the week for Lydia. Even though she was the Mistress, the realization that she was going to have Melissa be her little slut pet was enough to cause a big enough distraction. When she had her in her class, she ignored her completely; as if she was punishing her for the behavior which led to this point. But during the night, when she was her Mysterious Mistress, she made the girl abuse her pussy and her body for her pleasure.<br><br>Now, she simply sat in front of her house, waiting until she saw the signs of someone entering her home. Sure enough, she saw the door to the guest bedroom open and soon Melissa was naked and her back was exposed for everyone who walked on by. It was thrilling. It was quite arousing.<br><br>As she drove around to the back, she parked her vehicle and got out, entering the house the same way she had made Melissa enter.&nbsp; Shutting the door, she locked it and slowly walked towards the guest bedroom.<br><br>"Melissa," Lydia said with a slight purr. She arched an eyebrow as she looked at the naked student, chuckling, "This is a surprise. Did you come to make nice with your Professor?" She leaned against the doorway and simply watched her, her eyes taking in her nudity.<br><br>She would make her beg before Lydia touched her in any way.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Teacher's Pet (GrapeTootsiePop and Thorns)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ThornsofRose</strong> on <strong>22-09-2010, 05:32:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Melissa blushed a bit, trying to keep from appearing disappointed when Lydia seemed surprised to see her there.&nbsp; With the appointment of the location, she had hoped that was a bit of confirmation.&nbsp; Forcing herself to stamp down on the disappointment, she smiled as she shook her head.&nbsp; "No, Mistress ordered this, Ma'am.&nbsp; She said she would meet me here."<br><br>She did not move, though she arched her back a bit more and shifted her weight a bit.<br><br>"I suppose she wanted to let you watch or share with you, Ma'am."&nbsp; She'd rather just be owned by Lydia, but either of the other two options could be good too.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Teacher's Pet (GrapeTootsiePop and Thorns)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>23-09-2010, 00:35:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Share you?" The Professor said with a slightly mocking smile. She walked further into the room and tilted her head, her voice soft and a bit dangerous, "Oh but I don't want to share you. I want to have you all to myself." She sat down at the edge of the guest bed and crossed her legs, simply watching her.<br><br>"Tell me, Melissa, if your Mistress was here right now...who would you choose between?" It was a trick question. If Melissa stated she wanted Lydia then it showed how fickle she was, if she said her mysterious Mistress, then she was denying Lydia. A smile of anticipation crossed over Lydia's face; It was amusing to hide from her the truth.<br><br>"Now...be a good girl and don't lie," She said quietly. "I need to know that you're an obedient little cunt."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Teacher's Pet (GrapeTootsiePop and Thorns)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ThornsofRose</strong> on <strong>29-09-2010, 19:07:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Melissa licked her lips, watching the professor.&nbsp; She knew there was a trap in the question, but she had already made that answer clear, too.&nbsp; "I've already answered that question, Professor.&nbsp; I am very thankful to you for finding my Mistress for me, but from the very beginning I've wanted you to be that Mistress.&nbsp; That hasn't changed.&nbsp; I would chose you."<br><br>She knew that she was taking a significant risk, but she wanted whatever relationship might be started in this room this evening to start with honesty.<br><br>"But you've made it clear that you're not."&nbsp; She frowned and looked down, "But if I had a choice as to whom would own me, whose collar I would wear, then I would choose you, Professor.&nbsp; That hasn't changed."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Teacher's Pet (GrapeTootsiePop and Thorns)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>30-09-2010, 15:37:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You're a bit rude in your response, Melissa," Lydia snapped with an angry glare. She walked over to the girl and grabbed her by her hair, dragging her to the bed and pushing the top half on the mattress. Placing her hand on the small of her back, she began to spank her hard, the palm of her hand landing squarely on each cheek over and over.<br><br>"Saying that you want to be my slave," The Professor sneered as she continued to spank her hard, making sure to keep her body to the side so if anyone walked by the front of the house, they could look in the bedroom window and see what was going on. Clear as day.<br><br>"You don't deserve to be my slave. Or her slave," She taunted as she continued to spank her hard, wanting her cheeks red and blistering. "You're a wanna be, Melissa. A needy little slut who just needs cock, not a Mistress. Is that what you are?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Teacher's Pet (GrapeTootsiePop and Thorns)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ThornsofRose</strong> on <strong>30-09-2010, 21:22:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Melissa frowned at Lydia's response, squeaking as she was dragged over to the bed.&nbsp; Once the spanking began, she moaned into it, though it stopped when Lydia made the claim that she was in need of a cock.&nbsp; She closed her eyes and shook her head.<br><br>"No.&nbsp; No.&nbsp; Please, no."&nbsp; She frowned, "I'm sorry.&nbsp; I just wanted to tell you the truth.&nbsp; You deserve that, as does my Mistress."&nbsp; Tears streamed down her face.&nbsp; "Once I'm owned, I'll be fully faithful, but no, I need a Mistress."<br><br>Normally, I enjoyed a good spanking, and I was enjoying this one, but with her claim that I was in need of a cock that kept me from fully enjoying it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Teacher's Pet (GrapeTootsiePop and Thorns)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>01-10-2010, 06:19:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She continued to spank her, chuckling as she heard the frown in her voice. She had hit a nerve then? Lydia smacked her ass one more time before she grasped a hold of Melissa's hair and began to drag her out of the bedroom. "Well then, lets take care of that right now."<br><br>Lydia was uncaring if she hurt her as she dragged her down the hall and into the Master bedroom. As soon as she was in the room, she slammed the door closed and dropped Melissa on the floor. With an evil little smile, Lydia walked to the dresser and jerked the drawer open.<br><br>"Mmm ah! Here we are!" Reaching for a thick, black flogger she walked over to Melissa and smacked her hard on her back. "With every stroke, you're going to beg me to claim you." Without waiting on any confirmation, Lydia reached back and began to swat Melissa all over her back and her ass.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Teacher's Pet (GrapeTootsiePop and Thorns)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>02-12-2010, 22:49:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div align="center"><strong>~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Ended ~*~*~*~*~*~*~</strong></div>
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