My Very Own

Chapter 19. Teenage Rebel of the Week

Katie nibbled her lip and looked furtively around the classroom. No one else had heard the muted chittering of vibration from her bag. The sudden tension relieved just a little but she couldn’t relax. It had to be Lauren. No one else would be texting her during class. She looked nervously to the front of the room. Mr Marinov was still writing on the board, she had time for a quick peek.

Katie was desperate to read the message. Her first day back at school had passed in a grey daze, devoid of memory – the Monday that never was. She knew she was silly, but the weekend had been so wonderful, so beautiful and surreal that she felt as if she had been on holiday in a foreign land, just her and her lover. And then nothing. She had not spoken to Lauren at all and had caught only the smallest glimpses of the pretty teen. Her heart pounded, threatening to buckle under the pressure of emotion, each time she had seen her owner. Absence could fuck right off. Katie wanted Lauren with a desperate, almost frenzied need.

Her phone was in her hand before she even remembered moving. ‘Library, lunch. I owe you one.’ Katie’s hand tightened around the phone and she almost squealed with excitement at the promise in the message. She knew what her owner meant and the thought of the library, their place, had made her belly buzz with excitement.

“That looks interesting Ms Thomas, care to share with the class.”

Katie thrust the phone into her lap, knowing as she did so that it was far too late. She looked at the teacher slowly walking towards her between the long rows of desks. She was trapped and the fear was evident on her startled face. Her eyes darted frantically around the room but there was nothing she could do.

“Well Ms Thomas? Hand it over.”

Katie’s brain finally kicked into gear and she hurriedly locked the phone. Even once her secret was secure she couldn’t bring herself to simply relinquish her only connection with her owner. It was as if she held a little part of Lauren and she could not part with it, not now, not to this teacher.

“You have already earned yourself a detention young lady. It’s no skin off my nose if you would like that tally to double.”

The mention of detention and what that would mean hit her like a physical blow. Reluctantly she handed her phone into the teacher’s waiting hand. She looked one last time at the screen, suddenly terrified that she hadn’t locked it properly, but it had gone dark. What if she had made a mistake? What if Mr Marinov saw what was on there? The video she had shot with Karen Henderson’s pen was still on there.

“You can have it back at the end of the day. For the disrespect you can make your way to the lectern for the duration.”

Katie paled at her teacher’s words. Detention was bad. She didn’t know how she was going to explain it to Lauren. Having her phone confiscated was worse, what if her owner contacted her again, she would have no idea what she might miss. But she dreaded going to the lectern. Mr Marinov was well known for his classroom discipline but she had never even come close to experiencing it.

“Now,” snapped the teacher, voice raised ever so slightly.

Katie jumped from her seat, grabbed her notebook and pen and walked the march of the condemned to the front of the class. The lectern was used for debates but during class, Mr Marinov placed it at the front of the room, turned towards the board. Katie stared at the wooden stand, reticent to finish her approach for she knew what it would mean.

At the start of the semester Eva had been made to stand at the lectern and she had seen the way the boys had looked at her. She had been wearing jeans and some boring shirt and still they had leered. Katie knew what would happen to her. Lauren had chosen her outfit for its sexiness, as had become the norm since Dressing Kitty had been started.

The short skirt showed off her beautifully pale legs and the blouse she wore was even more alluring despite it covering her completely. The stiff white material was pulled tightly across her chest, just a hint of bra able to be seen if she stood just the right way. She couldn’t be accused of showing off, seeing that every single button was closed, but it was this very modesty that made the outfit so tantalising.

Katie placed her notebook on the top of the platform with trembling hands. The classroom was anything but quiet but she couldn’t make out anything specific amongst the oceanic hiss of whispers that filled the room.

“Now as I was saying before we were so rudely interrupted…”

Katie barely heard anything else the teacher said. Her ears were burning but they weren’t the only part of her body afflicted with the feverish heat. Her face blazed with shame and she was glad that no one but the teacher could see. It was some kind of silver lining she guessed. The nervous schoolgirl dutifully copied down everything from the board but none of it really made any sense.

It was more important for her to make sense of the furious whispering from the class. She strained to make out individual words but was frustrated time and again. She was desperate to hear what was being said but at the same time she was afraid to have her fears confirmed.

Katie’s legs trembled as she felt something on the back of her knees.  The touch was so light that she was sure she was imagining it. The sensation did not stop, instead travelling up her legs and across the exposed skin of her thighs. It was like the gentle caress of a soft breeze, barely felt but too real to ignore. What if it was a fly? It was a dildo day and her pussy had been liberally smeared with cream when she had slipped the small red panties over her plump mound before school. What if the fly had been attracted to her scent and was slowly making its way up her skirt? She shuddered again, muscles rippling as she instinctively tried to dislodge the imagined fly.

“…ass.”

Finally Katie had heard something that had been said and she sincerely wished she hadn’t. She was pretty sure that was Todd, who if she remembered correctly, would be sat almost directly behind her. If she had heard it, who else had? She knew what had happened, how the gentle movement of her legs had made her thighs ripple and her ass quiver beneath her skirt.

She was sure she could start a fire with her cheeks as she thought about the entire class staring at her. She stepped her feet together, slowly and as gently as she could, trying to draw the least amount of attention possible. She didn’t know if there had really been any fly or if it had been something else, or even just her imagination. What she did know was that she needed to protect her pussy from anything in the room, real or imagined. If someone saw a fly crawl up her skirt… the thought didn’t bear completing.

Katie was oblivious to the reaction of her shift in position. Her pale, slim legs were now pressed together, from ankle to thigh and they provided a most alluring sight. The room had quieted for a reason and it had nothing to do with the content of the lesson. The eyes of every boy were locked on the young girl’s body, devouring the luscious sight without remorse. It was not often they had the chance to stare, repercussion free, at such a sight. The girls tried studiously to reject the sensual schoolgirl stood in their midst, and equally ignored the boys’ reaction. The label of ‘slut’ reverberated around the room in a silent condemnation that would have brought tears to the young girl’s eyes if she was only to apprehend it.

Katie glanced at the clock, shoulders slumping when she realised there was still 20 minutes of class to go. She noticed, suddenly, that the room had quieted, the only sound the drone of the teacher as he continued with the class, as if Katie’s new position meant nothing. She felt thoroughly humiliated, degraded by being placed at the front of the class as if she was on show. She knew it was meant to embarrass, which did not seem to work on the boys, but for her it was something much more.

Mr Marinov couldn’t know. Maybe the only one who could was Eva, but even then she wasn’t sure. Why had she checked her phone? It had been stupid, so fucking stupid. She couldn’t blame Mr Marinov for her current predicament. It was no-one’s fault but hers. Katie thought of Lauren and how she would react to the news of her detention.

Her owner would not be happy. Her routine would be thrown into chaos. She had been doing so well too. She hadn’t had to make up even one minute yesterday or this morning. She had been well on her way to earning permission to have Miranda as a friend and now she was sure that hope was dashed. And then there was the reward that Lauren had promised her at lunch, one of her remaining kisses.

She imagined meeting Lauren in the library, secreting themselves away in the back of ancient history and kissing passionately. She could almost feel the soft lips of her owner, her slippery tongue as it slid inside her mouth and battled with her own in a sensual war for domination, a war she was happy to lose.

Katie was jolted back to reality by a whispered exclamation from behind. She froze, fear etched on every line of her stricken face. She didn’t need to look down to know what she had done. Her nipples had begun to harden, though through her bra and blouse they would be hard to see, impossible for the class, but she had parted her legs, shuffling her feet apart instinctively as her erotic daydream had unfolded.

She gripped the side of the lectern, feeling the rough woodgrain beneath her whitening fingers, and daintily stepped her feet together, desperate to repair the damage her innate sensuality had caused. She didn’t think that was possible but it was a thought she did her best to banish.

Katie focused on the lesson at hand, hoping it would prevent a repeat of her waking fantasy. Being a slut was problematic at times. She revelled in the knowledge when she was with her owner, embracing the uncontrollable sensations that plagued her, but here in class they were nothing but a liability, something to be curbed at all costs. She was doing a very poor job, however.

Katie froze again. The tickling sensation on the back of her thighs was back. This time she was sure it wasn’t a fly. She tried to ignore it, but as the minutes ticked by the frustration grew to an unbearable level. She couldn’t ignore it for much longer. She tried to tell herself there was nothing there, but each moment she thought of the annoying itch the worse it became.

Her pen slipped in her sweat-slick hand and almost rolled to the floor. She breathed an audible sigh of relief as she caught the rolling cylinder before it reached the edge of the lectern. She couldn’t take it any longer. If she felt that maddening tickle one second longer she would scream like a lunatic. The muscles in her legs rippled as she rubbed her knees back and forth, attempting to remove the sensation that haunted her. She knew what it meant, what reaction it would cause, but what choice did she have?

She had to have another because it did not work. The anxious schoolgirl clenched her teeth, knowing what she had to do. Katie took a deep breath, reached delicately behind her and rubbed the back of her thigh. She knew the hem of her skirt had crept just a little higher as her forearm brushed it aside but the frustrating itch disappeared immediately.

She had only just straightened up when the bell rang. Katie closed her eyes in exasperation at her stupidity. If she had only waited a few seconds she could have avoided any further embarrassment. She heard the sudden chaos of activity behind her and closed her own notebook and started to head back to her seat.

“Remain where you are Ms Thomas. Chapters 11 and 12 by next period people.”

The nervous teen’s pulse quickened at the teacher’s command. How could her ordeal not be over? All she wanted was to be out from behind this damn lectern and out of this class. Lauren would be waiting in the library for her. If she was late to her rendezvous, on top of everything else, she wouldn’t know what to do.

Katie peeked at her classmates as they left, seeking understanding where she knew there would be none. She was sure that no one would even know what she had gone through. Her breath caught when she saw that every single boy that left the room had his bag held in front instead of draped casually across their shoulders as was the norm. She wasn’t such an innocent not to realise what it meant. She spun back round to the front of the room, cheeks blazing with fresh shame, determined not to look until the room was empty.

“What has gotten into you of late Katie?”

“Um nothing Sir,” the young girl answered meekly as she stared at the small black buttons on his shirt, unwilling to meet the tall man’s eye. She cursed her thoughts as a different response sprang to mind, one involving fingers, tongues and… other things.

“You were never the best student, but at least you weren’t a disruption. Collect your things and come to my desk.”

Katie hurried to her desk and threw her books in her bag. It felt good to be moving again after so long standing still. She could have moved as much as she liked, she knew that, but she also knew that it would simply attract more attention and she had already been able to feel the scrutiny of the class as if it was a tangible force pushing against her back.

The schoolgirl trotted to the front of the class and stood by the teacher’s desk as he wrote on a small notepad. After so long being the centre of attention for a whole class of teenagers it felt strange to be ignored now. She stood still, waiting obediently for Mr Marinov to finish, ensuring she did nothing to attract further punishment.

“There,” said Mr Marinov, handing her the small piece of paper. “You can collect your phone after the last period. Next time I see it in my class will mean a week of detentions. Are we clear?”
“Yes Sir,” Katie replied meekly. “Um Sir, what do I do with the note?”

“Have you not had a detention before?”

“No Sir,” the schoolgirl replied, feeling her shame more keenly at the admission.

“Take it to the office and give it to Mrs Bailey. She’ll give you a number that you take to detention and an official note is generated that we can send to your parents if your late return from school will cause any inconvenience.”

“Thank you Sir.”
“Dismissed.”

Katie walked slowly from the room in a bewildered daze. Her parents could get told! Facing Lauren was bad enough but her parents would flip. She didn’t know anything about detention. The very idea filled her with fear.

The teacher leaned back in his chair to stare at the departing teen. He really wasn’t sure what had happened to this young girl over the last few weeks but he wasn’t complaining. He watched her firm buttocks shift under her short skirt, hips sashaying sensually with each step. These current fashions would never get old he mused, smiling indulgently. He watched Katie leave the room with a lust that he would savour and take home to his wife.

 

*

 

Where was she? Katie leaned against the shelves, fidgeting nervously. After receiving her number for detention she had come straight to the library, each step filled with the fear that she had made Lauren wait. She had felt an immediate relief when she had found their spot empty but it had not lasted long. Doubts began to surface, doubts that were worse than her fear. What if she hadn’t read the message right? She had only a second to view it. What if Lauren had already left, given up waiting for her unruly slave? What if she was waiting in the wrong place and Lauren was right this very minute standing impatiently, waiting for her to show up in some other part of the library?

 

She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down. She had to have faith, that was all. Lauren would come. She was probably having her lunch with her friends. Once the thought had occurred, Katie was sure that was where she was. She probably should be there too, though right now she wasn’t really hungry. Her stomach was twisting with the nervous uncertainty of what her coming confrontation with her owner would bring. She had been naughty and she was sure to be punished. She could accept that, she deserved to be punished. But what she did not want to accept was her owner’s disapproval. She didn’t want to see the disappointment mar her lover’s pretty face.

 

She thought back to Mrs Bailey and the look she had given her when she handed over her detention note. Surprise was definitely the dominant emotion, but that terrible disappointment was there as well. She had always been a good girl, a little slack surely but well-behaved. She felt like she had let everyone down and it was a feeling that bored deep into her soul.

 

Katie looked up, fear etched on her face. She could hear footsteps now and she knew they belonged to her owner. The fact that she could hear the usually stealthy girl approaching make the colour drain from her face. She knew. Lauren knew and she was pissed. Now that the moment had come, her carefully cultivated composure slipped into panic. She tried to stand up straight but her bag slipped from her shoulder, causing her to fumble with the strap, knocking a book from the shelf which she hurriedly replaced. Her plan to greet her owner in position, meek and submissive had been dashed. Anxiety descended like a heavy miasma of dread. The air became thick and cloying, making each breath a chore.

 

Lauren rounded the corner of the aisle and slapped the waiting girl, the sharp smack audible throughout the section. Katie felt the tears spring into her eyes as much from the pain of the blow as the terrible look on her lover’s face.

 

“Panties,” snapped Lauren, holding out her hand, her steely gaze locking onto the frightened young girl like a bird of prey.

 

Katie let her bag fall to the floor and immediately reached up under her skirt, face still stinging. She slipped her panties down her legs and stepped quickly out of the tiny garment. She folded them neatly, covering the damp crotch, before handing them over. This was not how she wanted her first contact with Lauren to play out. She had envisioned a sweet smile, a recognition of the love they shared, a tender embrace, a passionate kiss. She had ruined everything. How could Lauren forgive her?

 

“What are you trying to do, Kitty? Are you trying to send me a message, hmmm? Are you trying to force my hand?”

“No Miss,” Katie mumbled meekly, shaking her head, perplexed by her owner’s comment. She didn’t understand what she was saying, but she knew she wasn’t doing those things.

“You march right back to Marinov and get him to change your detention. You have a routine to keep Kitty, not to mention work. What do you think Jean would say if she knew you couldn’t make your shift because you were a naughty little bitch?”

“I d-“

“Go to the teacher’s lounge, wait outside for Mr Marinov and beg him to change your detention. Ask him to change it to three lunchtime detentions instead. Well?”

“Sorry Miss, I…”

“Before you go, here is your bus fare for work.”

“Um Miss, my dad gave me five dollars this morning for-“

“Kitty! You know better, what has gotten into you? Well, hand it over.”

“Sorry Miss,” Katie stammered as she scratched in her bag for her purse. She pulled out the small bag, feeling the hard shaft of her dildo inside and meekly handed the money to her owner.”

“Well? Don’t tell me you’re waiting for a kiss! Kitty, really?

“No, it’s-“

“Go.”

 

It wasn’t fair. Lauren wasn’t giving her a chance to explain. She hadn’t really been naughty. She had been trying to be good and check the message from her owner quickly. Even as she trudged morosely through the library, she knew this wasn’t true. She had checked her phone because she couldn’t wait to hear from her owner. It had nothing to do with being good. She was actually really lucky she hadn’t been stupid enough to blurt that out. Lauren would have seen through it in a second.

 

She hadn’t received the kiss she had so desperately been waiting for but the reception had been even worse that she had expected. Lauren was mad, but the more Katie thought on the problem, fighting back the tears as she headed towards the teacher’s lounge, the more she thought she understood. Lauren wasn’t mad that she had misbehaved, after all checking her phone in class wasn’t really that bad, everyone did it. Lauren was mad because getting a detention meant that her training would be affected and more than that, Mrs Farrell might think differently towards her. Lauren had set up the job for her and her behaviour and performance reflected on her owner. She paled at the thought of letting her lover down, of making her look bad.

 

The dazed teen reached the teacher’s lounge in no time, but the door was closed. Should she knock? The very idea make her shiver. The thought of the door opening, a room full of teachers staring at her, judging her, made her shrivel against the wall. She would wait. The teachers had to leave the lounge before the bell to reach their classes on time. She would have a few minutes to plead her case. She didn’t even want to think about what would happen if Mr Marinov wouldn’t budge.

 

The wait was interminable, her growling stomach becoming louder with each passing minute. She hadn’t eaten her lunch yet and now she wouldn’t get a chance. Should she tell Lauren? She would get in more trouble, she was sure, and she couldn’t bear to see that look on her owner’s face again. The door to the teacher’s lounge opened and Katie instantly stood up straight, looking expectantly for the appearance of Mr Marinov, but she couldn’t make him out in the crowd. The door closed again without the exodus that she had expected. It mustn’t be close enough to the end of lunch after all.

 

“Can I help you?”

“Um, could I. May I see Mr Marinov please Ma’am?”

“Wait here and I’ll see if he’s available.”

 

Yeah thanks for that, like I wasn’t already waiting. Why did people always tell you to do what you were already doing? Katie quickly checked herself, knowing she was just antsy with waiting and frustrated at the way her day had turned into a nightmare, and all from one tiny mistake. She almost went back to lounging against the wall but thought twice about such laziness. She needed to be respectful and waiting patiently when the teacher emerged, not slouching like some dodgy skank on a street corner. She jumped a little as the door opened, eyes lighting up as Mr Marinov stepped through, eyebrow raised, puzzled by her presence.

 

“Hi Mr Marinov. May I speak to you for a moment please?”

“Katie, if it’s about your phone… You can have it back at the end of the day and not before. You really need to learn some responsibility. Actions have consequences young lady.”

“No Sir, not that. I, um, I wanted to talk ask about my detention.”

“It is set Ms Thomas. There will be no shirking and tardiness will simply earn you an additional detention.”

“No Sir, it’s just. I have work after school on Tuesdays and Thursdays and I was wondering if, um, if I could not have an afterschool detention but instead have one at lunchtime. Three at lunchtime,” Katie added in a rush, remembering her owner’s words. She hoped the prospect of asking for extra detentions and her willingness to do her time would work in her favour. She nervously nibbled her lip as she waited for the teacher’s response.

“That’s an unusual request. Why should I give up my lunchtime to oversee your detention when you can simply report to the official room at the appointed time?”

“Um, I’m just really sorry Mr Marinov. I won’t ever do it again. I don’t even know why I did it this time,” Katie said sheepishly, looking at her feet as she told the lie. “I don’t want to disappoint anyone Sir and I just know my boss would be upset if I can’t make my shift and I can’t call her because I don’t have my phone and I promise to be good in your class from now on, in all my classes. I promise.”

 

Katie stopped abruptly, aware she had started babbling and suddenly self-conscious. She shuffled nervously under the teacher’s stern gaze, acutely aware that she was being judged. She didn’t need to feign her meek, obsequiousness, she felt it deeply. The seconds passed and the young girl began to squirm under the silent scrutiny. She finally looked up shyly.

 

“Starting tomorrow. Report to my classroom. Tell Mrs Bailey to rescind your detention but for the request to remain pending. Is that all?”

“Yes Sir, thank you Sir.”

 

Mr Marinov turned his back on the young girl and disappeared back into the teacher’s lounge. Katie didn’t know whether to jump up and down or slump against the wall. The tension she had lived with since meeting with her owner finally eased. Her routine would not be interrupted, though she would lose her lunchbreak for the next three days. That was ok though. Now that she had no real friends, she didn’t do much with it anyway. Lauren was off with her own group and even Miranda seemed to disappear somewhere with her own friends. What was wrong with her?

 

*

 

“Hi Katie.”

“Oh hey Todd.”

“I heard about what happened with Marinov, the guy’s a dick.”

“Um, he’s ok,” Katie replied diplomatically as she retrieved her book for the next class.

“You look really nice today.”

“Um, thanks,” Katie said, blushing, put a little off-balance by  the quick change of topic.

“I mean you always look pretty you know, but today you look even prettier.”

 

Katie realised that he hadn’t thought that compliment all the way through and she saw Todd hadn’t either. He grinned inanely at her and she couldn’t help but smile back. She self-consciously straightened out her skirt as she realised he had obviously been checking her out. She liked Todd. He was handsome in a studious kind of way and he had always seemed really smart and nice. She had spent more than one class imagining what it would be like to kiss him or feel his hands on her, but he had always had a girlfriend. A different one each time but she couldn’t remember a time when he had been single. How weird was that? How had she found boys attractive when she was a lesbian? She hadn’t known any better, she guessed. Did lesbians still find boys handsome? Lauren thought that the big blond vampire in True Blood was gorgeous so maybe it was normal.

 

“Would you like to see a movie sometime?”

“Oh. Um, sorry Todd, but I’m not allowed to date boys,” Katie said, sincere in her remorse. If he had asked her a few weeks ago she would have been giddy at the prospect, but her life was different now. She belonged to another now and she was in love.

“Oh, well, if that, um, changes… See you round.”

 

“Well that was all a little sad.”

 

Katie spun around, smiling happily at Miranda. She needed to talk to someone so desperately. Lauren was angry with her and she felt so alone without her owner. Looking at Miranda now, her innocent smile without guile or ulterior motive, Katie vowed she would not miss one minute of her routine. She had a perfect record so far this week and she needed to earn permission for Miranda to be her friend. She needed it almost as much as she needed to see Lauren’s smile or hear a kind word from her. The first words she had heard from her owner since they parted on Sunday had been ones of anger. She would never forgive herself for that.

 

“Since when aren’t you allowed to date? Didn’t your parents know about Pete?”

“It’s a little more complicated than that,” Katie said truthfully, wanting to unburden herself, but knowing full well it could never be.

“I don’t know what’s worse, having all the boys after you and not being able to do anything or not even being noticed.”

“What do you mean? All the boys aren’t after me?”

“Oh, Katie Thomas. I see how they all look at you. I mean look at the way you’re dressed, how could anyone resist that.”

 

It was said with a smile, and she knew that Miranda didn’t mean anything by it but she didn’t choose her clothes. She didn’t choose anything about the way she looked. She wasn’t complaining. She had never felt so attractive, so full of life and yet so self-conscious at the same time. She liked her new look, but it was often a little too sexy for her liking. And yet they were all her clothes, nice clothes. She had chosen them in the first place. It wasn’t like she was dressed like a slut.

 

“Well I think you’re the prettiest girl in school.”

“Thanks Miranda, I don’t know about that though,” Katie giggled, sure that Miranda was teasing her but she felt a sudden kinship with this homely girl, a deepening of the friendship she was so desperate to cultivate. She wouldn’t ask Lauren for permission to be friends with Miranda until she had proven herself, and especially not after the morning she had just had, but she was confident it would happen.

The next class was almost upon them and the two schoolgirls had to part ways. Katie wished she could be in more of Miranda’s classes, not only to be with her friend but she knew Lauren took them too. To be in all her owner’s classes… The mere thought was divine and it buoyed her spirits slightly as she headed to class.

She was only halfway down the hall when she saw Louise round the corner. They had been in the same school for years and she had barely seen her, let alone spoken to the athletic teen. She was one of the sporty girls, more so even than Lauren, playing lacrosse, soccer, tennis and who knew what other sports. She smiled meekly at she approached the tall schoolgirl, blushing as their eyes met, able now to think of her in only one way.

Katie remembered the slim teen as she had made her way into the showers, naked but for a towel draped over one shoulder. Her eyes had been drawn to the thick black triangle that peeked between the trimly toned legs, thoughts of the carefully manicured bush now flooding her mind.  Most of the girls had been bare, some had small strips and a few had sparse patches of hair on their mons, but it had been Louise that had captivated her.

She remembered her own bush that she had been so proud of for so long. She loved her smooth look, loved the way it felt and she knew Lauren liked it, which was the most important thing, but there was a little lamentation at the knowledge that she may never experience this ever again. As she walked to class she daydreamed about how she used to watch tv and play with her curls, running her fingers along the skin, sliding through the thicket of silky hair, twirling the curls in her fingers. She smiled as the memory of how she would pass the time by pulling them away from her skin and letting them spring back into position. She did kind of miss them. But it was much nicer to have her lips clean, that was for sure. She couldn’t imagine what it would be like to have the amount of cream she produced always matting the sparse hair on her lips.

An entire period had passed before she realised she was still thinking about her pussy. What the fuck was wrong with her. She had vowed to pay attention, to make sure she didn’t get in trouble for the rest of the day and here she was daydreaming of pubic hair and how nice it was to have a clean, smooth pussy.

She did have to admit though, the feeling of sliding her tongue over her owner’s bare sex was amazing. Once Lauren was a little wet the sensation as her fingers slid along the slim lips was so nice. The denuded labia were perfectly smooth, in a delicious contrast to the rougher ridges and folds that lay hidden between.

Fuck! She was still doing it. She had just scolded herself for thinking about sex and she was straight back at it. This time it was worse. When she had been thinking about her own puss, it had been ok, that was just a bit of fun, but as she had fantasised about her owner she knew her arousal had grown. She could feel the heat beneath her skirt, the realisation duplicating the rise in temperature in her face. She knew from experience that her cheeks would already be a mottled pink.

She couldn’t quite tell yet, but she knew, she just knew, that she was wet.  How wet she couldn’t tell just yet but anything was bad. Her only protection now was the thin material of her skirt and she was scared of marking it. She had the entire afternoon to go. She had to stop now before it was too late.

Katie thanked the stars when the bell rang. She sprang out of her chair, eager to be on the move. Sitting down was her enemy now, it placed her creamy pussy directly against her skirt. She had two classes to go and what was the alternative? As she walked to her next class she contemplated sitting directly on the seat, making sure her skirt wasn’t under her, but rather settled over the chair.

It might work, but it was terribly dangerous. Her pussy was leaking, she knew it now, maybe not too much but enough. What would happen when she had to get up and she had left some moisture on the seat? Maybe if she was the last to leave she could get away with quickly wiping it away. It was risky but the alternative was something she had already experienced. The memory of the moment she had realised she had spotted her skirt with her own juice decided her.

Despite her preoccupation she had made it quickly to her next class and was able to slip inside and grab a desk at the back. She was so thankful that few teachers stuck to the assigned seating. She did get a few weird looks, especially from those who usually sat at the back but the anxious schoolgirl buried her face in her text, feigning interest in the coming class. She was lucky she had the book the right way round as her mind was far from the lesson plan.

She had taken great care when she sat down, flipping her skirt out delicately behind her so it fanned out around the plastic seat. She had to smooth it out twice, forcing it through the tiny window in the back of the seat. She wasn’t satisfied with the way skirt sat and she began immediately to rethink her decision. The soft material bunched up around the thin pole that elevated the back from the seat revealing a little more skin that she had anticipated. She was sure no one could really see anything but she tried her best not to move at all.

Her legs were spread ever so slightly, as she had been taught, but for the wrong reasons she knew. Katie had contemplated keeping them together, confident that Lauren would never know, but she decided the worst thing she could do was to smother her sex. She needed air to move across her lips. She was confident that if she closed her legs, the heat in her crotch would intensify her scent and that would be yet another problem she had to deal with.

She could smell her pussy but it was very faint. She hoped and prayed that it was just her and that by airing her sex she could prevent the musky scent from being noticed by all. For the remainder of the class, she constantly checked the lie of her skirt, adjusting it slightly every few minutes. She would never do this again. It had been stupid. All she had done was opened herself up to even more scrutiny, as if she wasn’t self-conscious enough.

When the bell rang, after what felt like five hours, the apprehensive teen pretended to write a few more notes, while surreptitiously watching the rest of the class. She packed her books up as slowly as she possibly could, but even still two girls had stayed back to speak to the teacher. Leigh was fine, it was Audrey that was the problem. She was a friend of Dana’s though not in the immediate group. Katie was sure she had been told some stories about her by now.

She couldn’t wait any longer. Any more delay and she would achieve the opposite of her desire. The suddenly skittish teen stood up slowly, lifting herself off the seat with the least movement she could arrange. She immediately looked down at the seat, mortified by what greeted her.

A small dark smear was clearly visible in the centre of the chair. A thin line of moisture, two inches long, glistened in the bright lights of the classroom. Her cheeks were no longer a mottled pink, her vision was almost tinged red from the rosy glow radiating from her. A great pressure compressed her chest, constricting her breathing  and making her heart pump madly. Katie was sure she could hear her blood rushing in her ears.

After a second of paniced indecision, she placed her bag on the chair in an attempt to wipe away the smear of pussyjuice. She couldn’t think of anything else to do and she could hear the next class ready to come in. She had to go, her last period was English and it was a class she had with Lauren. She needed to get there.

Katie lifted her bag from the seat and took one last look, desperate to see a clean, dry surface. The debilitating sinking feeling in her belly intensified but she was out of time. The seat was not dry or clean. All she had managed to do was make the mark larger. She was out. She could hear the next class already pushing their way into the room. Katie turned to hurry out, but froze when she noticed Audrey standing in the doorway watching her. The terrified teen lowered her eyes guiltily and hurried from the room.

Audrey slipped from the room just before she reached the door and Katie risked one last glance back. It was a mistake. She saw a young girl standing next to her chair, looking down at the seat quizzically. No one in the next class could have known it was her sitting at that particular desk and besides they were two grades lower and none of them would know her.

The feeble justifications didn’t even make an impression. Evidence of her arousal had been noticed. Anyone who saw that would know a slut had sat at that desk and who was the last to leave the room, slinking away like a thief in the night? Katie Thomas, the senior slut. She tried to focus on getting to class, almost running down the nearly deserted halls.

Mr Sinclair was already standing at the front of the class, getting ready to teach the class of already seated and silent students. She paused at the door for just a second, noticing the only desk available was one in the very middle of the room. She caught Lauren’s eye as she glanced around the room, paling at the stern visage that greeted her.

“Yes Ms Thomas?”

“Um,” Katie stammered, no clue as to what her response should be. “Yes.”

“Yes?”

“Um…” Katie didn’t have a clue what was going on. All she wanted to do was slink into her seat.

“Um?”

Katie looked at the teacher pleadingly, begging to be let I on the rules of the game. She could hear the sniggers from the class. She knew she was being stupid but she still could not banish the sight of her juice smeared on the seat at her last class, nor the look on the young girl’s face that had seen her sluttishness.

“Let’s break it down shall we? Setting: highschool classroom. Players: a class of students, teacher and tardy student. Opening scene: tardy student enters the classroom. First line of dialogue…  Marissa.”

“Excuse me Sir. I apologise for my tardy arrival to your class.”

“And, action.”

Katie looked around the class at the leering faces, waiting expectantly for her to embarrass herself even further. She had compounded her lateness with disrespect and stupidity and now the whole class was laughing at her. She dared not look at Lauren, she couldn’t bear to see her owner laughing at her as well.

“Excuse me Sir, I apologise for my tardy arrival to your class.”

“A round of applause for the star player. A shaky start but see how much easier everything is with a script. Take a bow Ms Thomas and then take your seat.”

Katie blushed furiously as she bowed shallowly to the applause from the class. For a moment she forgot all about her previous troubles. Every instinct told her to run from the room and hide somewhere dark and safe. Instead she made her way to the only desk available and silently took her seat. Today had to be the worst of her young life. She glanced at her owner as she took her books from her bag but Lauren wasn’t looking her way. She was intent upon the teacher.  Katie knew that Lauren had chosen this elective specifically, and only partly because of the book.

Katie opened her book and tried to follow the lesson but her eyes were constantly drawn to her owner. She had sat two rows behind once removed, a position that ironically ould give her the best view of her lover. She tried not to stare, but her eyes were drawn to her owner. The very presence of the girl to whom she had given herself undid all her good work in one fell swoop.

She felt the familiar tingling between her legs, the soft pulse along the walls of her vagina and she knew that she would not be able to prevent her full cream now. English was a class she usually enjoyed immensely, but she was enjoying it now for very different reasons. Her care evaporated as she watched Lauren play absently with her hair, twirling the ends around her fingers as she listened to Mr Sinclair.

Katie loved it when Lauren played with her hair. It was so intimate and yet so casual and she was sure the pretty teen had no idea how gorgeous she was. Katie could almost feel her owner’s hands on her, sliding through her straight black hair, remembering the sensual grooming she had received. She caught herself mimicking her lover’s motions and stopped abruptly. She looked nervously around the room but no one seemed to have noticed.

Whether she had been seen or not, the result had been the same. Katie could feel the flow from her sex increase. She had quickly discovered that, apart from everything else, that on dildo days she was always wetter, always more prone to producing cream. The sensation of the hard glass shaft penetrating her pussy stayed with her for the entire day. She could almost feel it now, her vagina tensing as if she truly was filled.

“Oh Ms Thomas.”

Katie looked up at Mr Sinclair, staring at her. How many times had he called her name. She was sure she could recall it more than once, but she had been lost in a world where nothing existed but her owner and her.

“Yes Sir?”

“Oh glad of you to join us once again. Page 14, from the top. And stand up, project for the entire class.”
“Yes Sir.”

Katie scolded herself as she stood and flipped to page 14. This had to stop. She was losing it. She couldn’t stop thinking about sex. Everything turned to sex for her now. She was being so… Well she was being too much a slut now. She had to learn to control herself. She wasn’t usually like this. She wasn’t like this. This really wasn’t her.

With one deep breath, Katie began reading. She did her best to project her voice, to read clearly but not too slowly, not wanting anyone to think she was a slow reader. She knew from other classes that some of the guys didn’t read too well, often stopping after one paragraph. She didn’t think this would happen in this class though, Mr Sinclair had a reputation and you wouldn’t choose his class lightly. Katie’s voice grew in strength and confidence as she read, following the words and the story and forgetting, for just a little while, the horrible day she had been having.

“Here we see the satirical undertones that Huxley subtly weaves throughout the entire text. The seemingly dry scientific achievements being explained mask darker and deeper-ranging concepts. Can anyone tell me what the process being described reminds you of?”

 

Katie stopped reading abruptly at Mr Sinclair interruption. She looked up at the teacher as he walked casually about the classroom. Lauren had chosen this class as much for the teacher as the material being studied. Katie had never had Mr Sinclair before and this wasn’t the best introduction to his class. She knew she had made a poor first impression and would have to work hard to make it up to him. She needed to have one of Lauren’s favourite teacher’s like her. There simply wasn’t an alternative. Her time in the spotlight over, Katie closed her book and started to take her seat.

 

“No Miss Thomas, you can stay where you are. You’re doing a great job and we’ll have need of you again in a moment.”

 

Katie’s shoulders slumped as she straightened her body. She had been halfway to her seat and keenly felt every eye in the room boring into her. She knew she was still being punished for her tardiness but she really didn’t think it was fair. It was her fault, that wasn’t in question, but she had already been humiliated, wasn’t that enough. The young girl stood straight, legs solidly together, more aware than ever of her lack of panties. Her senses were heightened as she focus on the sounds of the room. She strained to hear the sound of a pen’s fall, knowing what that innocent rattle would mean. She knew she was being paranoid, but that didn’t mean she was wrong. She knew the boys had been known to do such things. She was relieved that Gavin was not in the class, but some of his friends were. She could not afford another slip.

 

“Not quite Troy. Anyone else? Yes, Lauren.”

“An assembly line in a factory,” she said with confidence.

“Correct Miss Harper, very good. An assembly line, mass production. But here we are talking about human beings, made to order and produced for a pre-destined role. Continue Miss Thomas.”

 

Katie was buoyed at the teacher’s praise for her owner. Lauren was so smart and she felt the joy for the recognition her lover had earned. She wanted to turn and smile at Lauren, to let her know that she knew she was smart too. The eyes of the class were on her however and all she could do was turn to the book once more and continue reading. She knew that her classmates were watching her instead of reading along in their own books. She couldn’t even check the time, having instead to focus on the pages before her. She tried to follow what she was reading, knowing that if she was asked a question and could not answer, she would not only look foolish but draw the ire of her teacher and the disappointment of her owner. She wanted Mr Sinclair to think she was smart too, but most of all she wanted Lauren to know she was a good girl.

 

She was interrupted twice more as Mr Sinclair sought to highlight a particular aspect of the story and Katie remained standing, awaiting permission to take her seat this time. Whatever anyone could say, Katie thought, she couldn’t be accused of being a slow learner. She thought back to the training her owner had put her through on the weekend. She had learnt all her positions really well, only having to be corrected over small things. She knew Lauren had been proud of her. Katie felt her cheeks redden at the sudden pulse between her legs. Focus, she silently screamed at herself. She couldn’t drift off like that, not here, not now.

 

It was the last class of the day. Just a few more minutes and she would be out of here. She couldn’t start creaming again. She wouldn’t. Mr Sinclair nodded at her to continue and she began to read once more, her eyes never leaving the page, following the tiny text with an intensity that bordered on the manic. Her uncovered sex was mere inches away from Tracy’s head. If she gave in to her lust, the girl was sure to know. Katie occasionally caught faint traces of her musk  and knew that while it stayed at this level, she would be safe, the smell of her arousal easily lost amongst the background odours of a full classroom. If she couldn’t stop thinking about… If she couldn’t control her thoughts and stop herself… She couldn’t finish the thoughts.

“Ok everyone, that’s it for today. For out next class, everyone should have read the first five chapters. We’ll discuss the tone of Huxley’s work and how technology, when written in an abstract, provides a timeless medium for social commentary. Thank you Miss Thomas, I’d like to see you at my desk.”

 

Katie glanced quickly at Lauren at the teacher’s order. The frown on her owner’s face made the anxious schoolgirl’s belly flip as if she had just looped-de-looped on the most ferocious of rollercoasters. Please let this be an end to her trouble. Maybe he just wanted to say she was a good reader and… Please don’t let him want me to read for every class. Katie pleaded over and over again as she walked slowly towards the teacher’s desk, this one tiny mistake couldn’t ruin this entire class for the rest of the semester. She begged whoever she was listening for forgiveness. The class was empty by the time she stood silently in front of Mr ** desk. She felt like a tiny baby animal, tied down and placed in front of a hungry lion. She slipped her slick palms across her bottom, terrified of what was to happen.

 

“Miss Thomas, I don’t care to know what trysts made you late for my class. What I do care about is what happens within these four walls when the bell rings. I have been allotted this time to teach, to try and impart some knowledge of the English language, of the world and of our part in it. Each and every one of us Miss Thomas. Impact upon this time again and you will be studying another book during this elective. Are we clear?”

“Yes Sir,” Katie replied, voice quivering with emotion.

“Excellent. Oh Katie, before you go. Mind telling me why you chose this elective?”

“Um,” Katie hesitated. She could hardly tell him the real reason, that she chose it because her owner had. “Everyone says you’re an excellent teacher Sir and I haven’t had you before so…” Katie’s trailed off into silence, her cheeks flushing with heat as she realised what she had said. Now he would either think she was some kind of slutty tease or a complete idiot. She just really wanted to go home and try and forget about this Tuesday from hell.

“It’s just that you didn’t seem to be particularly interested in the material.”

“No Sir, it’s not that. I just don’t really know anything any of it is all.”

“Well Miss Thomas, it means we have a clean slate. I will be watching you over the coming weeks. I hope you will impress me.”
“Yes Sir I will, I promise,” Katie gushed, relieved the interrogation was finally over.

 

She rushed from the room at a nod from the teacher, frantic to get to the bus. It would be just perfect if she missed the bus and had to run home, which would mean she would miss the bus to the mall and be late for work. Such tiny things had such massive repercussions. The panting teen thought on how much easier everything was when she behaved. It was simple really and she knew Lauren had been trying to teach her that very lesson. Simple obedience just made everything easier. Lauren had set her the rules, that was the hard part she knew. All she had to do was follow them.

 

Katie flew through the corridors, weaving in and out of the chaotic crush of students all eager to leave now that the school day had finished. She had to get to the bus but she had to collect her phone first. It would be tight, but the prospect of missing a call from her owner left her in a cold sweat. She needed the phone. She skipped around once last corner and stopped outside Mr Marinov’s door. Deep breath, Katie said to herself, straightening down her blouse that had twisted in her mad rush. She reached up and knocked politely on the door before opening it slowly. She knew the false air of serenity she tried to adopt was a feeble one, her heaving chest and flushed face giving away her true state.

 

“Um, Mr Marinov. I, um, may I have my phone please Sir?”

“Ah Miss Thomas, I was wondering if you were going to turn up at all. Here.”

 

Katie watched eagle-eyed as the teacher reached into the drawer of his desk and withdrew her phone. Katie reached out and almost cried when it was cruelly snatched away just as it touched her palm.

 

“I see this again, you lose it for good. Through a gross lack of wisdom by the board, we can’t ban phones at school but special dispensation is always an avenue. I hope you understand because I shan’t warn you again. These devices are not meant for the classroom, a fact you so spectacularly proved this morning.”
“Yes Sir, I know.  I’m really sorry, I promise that you won’t ever see it again,” Katie said, her eyes following the waving phone like a kitten with a piece of string.

“Right, I’ll see you here at lunch tomorrow.”

“Yes Sir, thank you Sir.”

 

Her entire body sagged with relief as the phone finally rested in her hand. She allowed herself one brief moment of solace before she turned to leave. The moment the door closed behind her she was off, running through the nearly deserted corridors, praying the bus had not left. She skidded around a corner, smashed through a final set of doors and spotted the large yellow vehicle waiting by the curb. She jumped the small row of steps, conscious of the fact her skirt had flipped up at the sudden descent but ignoring it, focusing on the rumbling throb from the idling bus. The drive had to have seen her, he couldn’t leave now.

 

She sprinted the last few yards and jumped aboard, smiling wanly at the driver. She wanted to apologise but thought it best to allow him to do his job. Katie fell into the only seat available, her heart constricting at the smiling face that greeted her.

 

“Hi Katie.”

“Hello,” the young girl responded without a trace of the happiness the young boy exhibited. Could this day get any worse?

“Wow you almost missed the bus.”

No shit Sherlock, Katie hissed to herself, the kid was a deadset fuckwit but she couldn’t afford to be mean. “Yeah, almost.”

“I was hoping you’d make it. You didn’t have to run so hard though, he saw you come out.”

“Yeah.”

“I saw you too.”

 

The blood in her veins turned to ice-water. Katie looked at Pierre, shivering at the smarmy smile on his face. No it wasn’t a smile, it was a leer. Her skirt had flipped up as she jumped down the steps. She knew it had, but she’d hoped it had been only just a little. She shouldn’t have been so stupid. Just for a moment her focus had been only on one thing, making it to the bus on time. She had forgot she wasn’t wearing panties, something she couldn’t afford to do. But it was only Pierre right. He was a little perv anyway, everyone knew it. What could he even have seen from that distance? A split-second blur? He couldn’t really have known anything at all, his little pervert mind would be spinning a mile a minute, making up whatever little stories he wanted to anyway. The real problem was who else on the bus had seen what Pierre saw. The thought haunted her as the bus bumped and shuddered , taking her ever closer to home and the end of her schoolday.

*

Katie stepped carefully from the bus, her small purse in one hand, the other pressed against her thigh, trapping her dress against her leg. The repercussions of her morning indiscretion had continued well into the afternoon. She had not been allowed panties to work and the nervous teen wondered how long she would be punished in this way.

The dress Lauren had chosen for her was one of her favourites, and for once it was an outfit that she did wear regularly. A pretty one piece of deep-forest green, finished with a thick brown belt with an ivy pattern embossed along its length. It was her Robin Hood outfit and she enjoyed wearing it. The addition of her heels only made her like the ensemble even more. She wore her pretty, black-lace bra which cupped her breasts beautifully, providing them with a support she was grateful to experience.

It was only the lack of panties that spoiled a perfect outfit. The thick belt did cinch the dress tightly around her waist, but it caused the material to stiffen a little and push away from her body. She didn’t usually bother, the hem wasn’t that short, coming half-way to her knee, but with the dress pushed away from her body, she could feel the air waft across her buttocks and smooth vulva. It made her feel far more exposed that she truly was and it worried her as she headed to work.

She simply could not shake the feeling that the secret of her lack of underwear was somehow evident to the people she passed. What if Mrs Farrell noticed? She worked in a clothing store. Would it be easier for her to tell she had come to work without panties? Could she get fired for that?

Mrs Farrell was busy with a customer when Katie arrived at the store. She smiled sheepishly at her boss before hurrying to the back room. She slid her purse into drawer, wondering briefly if she should check her phone. Maybe Lauren had left a message? Katie knew she had not but she had a hard time banishing the thought. She didn’t have time to check anyway.

“Hello Ma’am, sorry I’m late,” Katie said, shuffling her feet nervously.

“Hi Katie. Late? Oh,” replied Mrs Farrell, checking her watch, “never mind that. You saw those boxes out back?”
“Um no Ma’am, sorry.”

“Well we got some new stock. It’s pretty exciting. I’ve been doing a little research,” the older woman said with a little conspiratorial smile. “Some of them will probably look a little familiar but AA can’t have all the fun. Sort them out into style and size and put them on the floor. I’ve marked the space.”

“Yes Ma’am,” Katie replied, eager to get to work and made up for her tardiness. She had only been a minute late but late was late. She owed it to Mrs Farrell to do better.

“Oh and Katie,” Mrs Farrell said, calling the young girl back, “you look absolutely adorable tonight.”
“Um, thank you Ma’am,” Katie said shyly, still not used to receiving complements from her boss.

Katie hurried into the back room and began diligently sorting through the boxes of new stock. How she had missed the pile of brown boxes stacked against the wall she would never know. It would take her some time to sort everything into style and size and she set to her task without delay.

Katie could not shake the uncomfortable feeling in the pit of her stomach. Mrs Farrell came in once to check on her and the apprehensive schoolgirl’s chest tightened under the scrutiny of her boss. She couldn’t hold it in any longer. When she took the first armful of clothes into the store, she couldn’t help but glance surreptitiously at her boss. The moment the last dress was on the rack, Katie steeled herself and went up to the main counter.

Mrs Farrell was not her owner, but she was her boss and Katie was unsure if she should disturb her or simply wait to be acknowledged. She knew what she wanted to do, feeling the familiar tingling tightness in her belly, but she was being paid to work.

“Excuse me Ma’am?”
“Mmmm,” Mrs Farrell said, looking up from the papers she was reading.

“Ma’am, um, I had a detention at school today and I almost wasn’t able to come tonight.”

“Oh really? That doesn’t sound like you at all Katie. I thought something was bothering you. But you made it ok. How did you get out of that?”

“I didn’t really Ma’am, I asked if I could have lunch time detentions instead of an afterschool one and Mr Sinclair said yes so…”

“Well that was good thinking, but why on earth did you get a detention in the first place?”

“I used my phone during class. I know I shouldn’t,” Katie gushed at the frown on the older woman’s face, “and I’ll never do it again and I’d never do it at work.”

“I’m glad to hear that. Now you get back to work, all that stock needs to be out tonight.”

“Yes Ma’am,” replied Katie, blushing at the unspoken admonishment. She had wasted enough time already.

“And Katie? You’re a good girl for telling me, most wouldn’t you know.”

Katie blushed at the praise and rushed into the backroom, not wanting her boss to see how her words had affected her. Mrs Farrell was so wonderful. Instead of being mad, she had been really nice and understanding. She felt immense relief at having unburdened herself. A soft thrill trilled through her, sending a little shiver into her chest as she remembered being called a good girl. She didn’t feel like one, in fact she felt the exact opposite, but hearing those words made her think of Lauren and reminded her what she was.

The pretty schoolgirl sang softly to herself as she organised the remaining new stock. Her mood had improved greatly since her confession and it was a lesson she would not forget. She would do everything she could to behave but when she was bad she would confess her failures. She just knew Lauren would be as impressed with her as Mrs Farrell. Katie smiled as she thought of her owner’s happiness.

She didn’t really know what her boss had meant by AA but the clothes she was sorting were quite sexy, simple but sexy: tight, one-piece dresses of a stretch material she knew would hug her every curve, shorts and leggings of the same material that she knew Lauren would like to see her wear, but most of all she liked the range of loose blouses that felt almost like gauze, a delicate billowy material that reminded her of a harem. She was dying to try them on, but the pricetag she placed no each item halted any dreams she had of wearing them.

Katie had no idea how much Mrs Farrell was actually paying her. Lauren received her wage and it was up to her owner to decide how it was spent. She thought of her purse, empty but for her phone and dildo, and wondered why her owner’s complete control over her finances didn’t seem to bother her. Lauren made sure she had everything she needed, she had been given her bus money to get her to work. What did she really need it for anyway? It was better that Lauren controlled their money, she was so much smarter and would make sure it was used properly.

The thought of her purse reminded Katie of the other item she had placed in the drawer. Her belly grumbled at the thought of the small container of salad she had brought with her. She glanced at the clock on the wall and realised it was much later than she had thought. She was hungry but maybe she should forget dinner an just keep working. She knew that was wrong. She hadn’t had lunch and if she missed dinner Lauren would not be impressed.

“Excuse me Ma’am, may I have a break for dinner? I won’t be long.”

“Oh, sure. You should have said something earlier. Be a dear and bring me back a coffee.”

“Yes Ma’am,” Katie replied as she made straight for the backroom. She was grateful for the break and wanted to make it as quick as possible.

*

Katie looked down at the open container and wrinkled her nose. The salad she hadn’t eaten at lunch had gone all soggy. She pushed the contents around with the small plastic fork. She couldn’t waste time though, there was nothing wrong with the salad, it just looked a little unappetising. She stabbed the a piece of limp lettuce and began eating.

Katie sat alone in the bustling foodcourt, watching the mall patrons as she consumed her evening meal. Everywhere she looked she was reminded of her lover. Couples holding hands or sitting together laughing, made her all the more aware of her own solitary state. The lonely schoolgirl put down her fork and as secretly as she could opened her purse in her lap and took out her phone, quickly closing the zip to hide the bulbous glass shaft within.

No messages. Katie’s heart ached but what had she expected. She hoped Lauren was not made at her and toyed with the idea of writing her an apology. Would that be alright or would it only make it worse? She really didn’t have the time right now. She put her phone down on the table and returned to her meagre meal.

Again and again her eyes were drawn to the dark screen of the phone, willing it to light up. She finished her meal without another pause, eating as quickly as she could.

*

“Come in.”

Katie opened the door and hesitantly stepped into the room, her apprehension written clearly on her pretty face. She had never been alone in a classroom with a teacher, especially not during a lunch period, when every other student was supposed to be enjoying a break from lessons. She counted herself lucky though. Mr Marinov didn’t have to accept her proposal. Three lunchtime detentions in exchange for one after school may have sounded like a bad deal to someone else, but to her it was a lifesaver.

The nervous schoolgirl paused just over the threshold and surveyed the deathly quiet classroom. Mr Marinov sat behind his desk at the front of the classroom, busily grading papers. Katie glanced at the empty desks, wondering if she should take her seat.

“Um, I’m here for my detention, Sir,” Katie said meekly, once she had worked up the courage to break the imposing silence. She watched in trepidation as the teacher looked at his watch before acknowledging her.

“First detention Miss Thomas. Now I have allowed these because of your extra-curricular activities and in the hope that this one-time display of leniency will be something which will spur a change in behaviour. I won’t have any student missing the midday meal so you have 30 minutes in which to fulfil your detention, after which time you will be able to have your lunch. Do you understand?”
“Yes Sir, thank you Sir.”

“The first line I have completed for you. One hundred lines are to be completed.  When you fill the board, alert me. You are to copy the line exactly. Hopefully this exercise will impart a sense of decorum, respect and focus. Begin.”

Katie had stood perfectly still during her instructions, hanging on the teacher’s every word. She looked up at the board to see a line at the very top of the tall blackboard written in an immaculate script: I must learn to assess priorities. During class I have but one.

One hundred times! The worried schoolgirl had no idea how long that would take to write, but she was sure there was no way it could be achieved during thirty minutes. Katie quickly dropped her bag by the door and walked to the board.

“No. Place your bag at your desk.”

Katie blushed at the casual chastisement, knowing that Mr Marinov was right to scold her. Lauren had taught her that there was always a proper place for her things and it was rarely by a doorway. She gathered her bag and put it gently by her desk.

“Before we begin, bring your phone and place it on my desk. Until I am confident you have learned your lesson, I feel it best the object of temptation be removed.”

Katie paused for just a second before scrabbling in her bag for her phone. Before she pulled it from her bag she checked to make sure it was locked. She still hadn’t been able to remove the offending material from it, something she must remember to ask Lauren the very next chance she had.

She stalked to the front of the class and hesitated a moment before she placed the phone on the paper-strewn desk. Her hand trembled as she held the small phone above the desk, a shock of fear striking her heart when it finally left her hand. She didn’t have the time to waste and now that it was beyond her reach, the apprehensive schoolgirl hurried to the board.

Katie picked up the piece of chalk in the metal gutter at the bottom of the board and looked up at the imposing black surface, it’s emptiness a challenge, a silent taunt that she was desperate to quell. The butterflies in her stomach fluttered frenetically as she placed chalk to board for the first time.

I must learn to assess my priorities. During class I have but one. With the first line completed she felt a little better, but a new worry plagued her already tortured mind. The skirt she wore wasn’t too short, it was actually one of the more modest Lauren had allowed her to keep, falling just a little over halfway down her thigh. She had to stand on tiptoes to reach the top of the board and her skirt moved a little, but it was the blouse she wore that made her face flush with the familiar, frustrating heat.

Lauren had chosen a pretty blouse of plain white, the thick material was stiff and contoured in the slim-fit she had liked but often avoided. It hugged her curves, stiffening around her full bosom, but it was the length of the blouse that was the cause of her sudden concern. When she was standing still, she felt more than comfortable, she was glad of the modest cut of the top, the thick material completely opaque, never betraying a hint of the bra beneath.

Now however, she was obliged to reach above her, well above if she was to utilise the entire board. The short, tight sleeves pulled the blouse up as she stretched, lifting the hem above her skirt, baring her belly and side. She had tried to pull it down once but quickly realised how foolish a proposition that was. There wasn’t really anyone to see her. Mr Marinov was the only one in the room and he was busy grading papers.

“No Katie. I provided that line as a guide. You were instructed to copy it exactly. Clean that off and start again.”

Katie had jumped at the sudden correction. He chalk fell to the floor, bouncing noisily from the small metal shelf at the board’s base. She had been sure the teacher had not been watching her. She felt the heat of her humiliation spread across her chest and neck as she imagined the flesh she would expose each time she wrote on the board: her smooth belly, the soft skin of her hip and even the tiny dimples in the small of her bag, visible just above the line of her low-slung skirt.

The blushing schoolgirl bent to pick up the fallen chalk, lowering her entire body in a demure squat, conscious now of the possible scrutiny and not willing to provide Mr Marinov with any further fuel with which to form a less than flattering opinion of her. She did like him, her was always fair, a little stern but she had never had any trouble with him before. She was adamant this would be a one-time experience.

Abashed by the failure of her very first try, Katie wiped away her line. She knew what she had done wrong: her text had only been half the size of the teacher’s example. She set to her task with renewed vigour, wanting to ensure no more wasted time or effort. There was nothing she could do about the flesh she bared, she just had to do her best to push it to the back of her mind and focus. It wasn’t as if she was showing anything really, more of her body could be seen during her morning run but alone in a classroom with a teacher, the few scant inches of skin made her feel as if she was doing the detention in her underwear.

The tension that wracked her body eased a little as she completed each line, progressing further down the board, allowing her to write each successive line closer to her own height. She knew she would have to start again at the top very soon, but for now, she would take accept any minor victory, no matter how transient.

“Excuse me Sir, I have filled the board,” Katie ventured timidly, turning to the busy teacher for guidance. She watched as he turned and surveyed her work.

“Line six contains a spelling error, line eleven lacks punctuation. So that is only 18 lines. I suggest you quit daydreaming and focus. You are here to learn a lesson, not simply to occupy my time. I can assure you that I have better things to do with my lunch hours than to spend them in a classroom.”

“Sorry Sir,” Katie replied, intently studying her shoes.

“Well clean the board and continue,” the teacher said, his obvious exasperation creeping into his tone.

“Yes Sir.”

How could she have made those errors? And now she had made Mr Marinov angry. She risked a glance at the clock and realised almost ten minutes had passed. Eighteen lines in ten minutes. Even if she made no more mistakes she would only be just over halfway done in the time she had been given. Now she really began to worry. She had to forget everything else and just write, fast.

She had only completed four lines when she heard a familiar skittering sound from her left.  A cold void formed in the pit of her stomach as the terrible sound of her phone vibrating across the teacher’s desk resounded around the still room like the bells from a church. The terrified schoolgirl paused for just a moment, her trembling hand poised above the board in mid-sentence.

Write, Katie screamed at herself. If she reacted now, to the very same distraction that had placed her in this predicament she would surely end up with further detentions. She forced her hand to move, sliding the chalk across the rough black surface. She cringed as the white stick squealed on the board. Once she regained her rhythm she completed the line, shoulders slumping as the vibrating stopped. It had only been a text. Thank god for small mercies, Katie thought.

The tiny hairs on the back of her neck suddenly stood on end. She had to resist the urge to turn around, able to feel her teacher’s intense scrutiny as she worked. Katie imagined the frown of disapproval and tensed once again, more conscious than ever of the movement of her blouse, waiting for the reprimand she knew she deserved. She should have turned the phone off entirely. She was so stupid but she hadn’t even thought about it.

“Excuse me Sir, I have finished again.”

The young girl’s shoulders slumped as she turned to her see her teacher sat at his desk, reading a book. She had finished the last set of lines convinced that he had been staring at her, waiting for her to slip up. She had expected a correction at any moment, when the truth was that he wasn’t paying any attention to her at all. After a brief moment of scrutiny, Mr Marinov waved her one, giving her permission to continue.

Katie immediately set to cleaning the board before starting another set. She had completed 40 lines and her time was almost up. She couldn’t really fit anymore in, not only due to time but also to space. She dared not try and write any smaller, she had been told to copy exactly and after those first few errors she had been determined not to waste a single line.

As Katie copied out what she knew would be her last set, she thought about what she was writing. She would make sure that she kept her priorities straight in future. She knew the lesson Mr Marinov wanted her to learn and she was determined not to let this opportunity go to waste. Her only priority in class was to listen and do well. This was what Lauren wanted her to do as well. She knew her grades weren’t good enough. She wasn’t as smart as Lauren so the only way she would improve was to pay attention and work hard.

Before she had become Lauren’s property she had ben lazy and inattentive, they had been the reasons for her poor grades. She wanted to do well and she wasn’t lazy anymore, that was for sure, but she couldn’t deny she was still inattentive. It was just that her mind wandered, no matter how hard she tried to keep it focused on the lesson.  Her owner was in her thoughts always. The smallest thing would start her thinking of her lover and she would soon find herself daydreaming of the time they had spent together.

It had been worse the last few days. She had spent a magical weekend with her owner, two days which she looked back upon as the happiest of her life. She imagined spending her life with Lauren, living together openly as a couple. She imagined waking up each morning next to her owner, gently exploring her soft body before they each had to get ready for work.

With a start, Katie realised she had been doing it again. The repetitive task had allowed her mind to wander. She could feel her nipples stiffening and tried desperately to fight her rising arousal. She needed to see Lauren and if she was going to be completely honest, she needed to come. She wasn’t designed for these periods of prolonged periods without an orgasm. She was a slut, so Lauren had taught her, and she really needed the release. Her thoughts were haunted by sex, her ability to cope lessening with each passing day that climax was denied her.

“That will do Miss Thomas. Finish that line”

Katie was startled by the sudden comment, wrapped up as she was in her own sensual torment. She quickly finished the line and glanced down at her chest as she placed the chalk on the shelf. Despite her best efforts, her nipples had hardened, the tiny buds just visible beneath her bra and blouse. She felt the heat between her legs but was sure she hadn’t begun to cream. For that at least she was grateful. Her pussy seemed almost perpetually wet these days. She had become used to peeling her panties off when she got home and licking her discharge from the crotch of the tiny garment so her mother did not discover her secret.

“A rather poor showing Katie. You are only 60% complete. I would have expected much more from someone who was focused on their priorities. You will complete the task in your own time. One hundred lines which you will present to me tomorrow.”

“But…”

“Yes Miss Thomas? You have something to say?”
“No Sir, I mean it’s just… I, well but I did 60,” Katie mumbled, quickly wishing she had never opened her mouth.

“You were set a task. You failed to complete it so you must begin again. If someone fails to finish a marathon, they don’t start halfway the next time do they?”
“No Sir.”

“One hundred lines to be presented at your second detention tomorrow. You may now take your seat and eat your lunch.”

“Um?”

“Yes, your detention is for the lunch period. A detention is not only to impart valuable lessons but it is also a punishment and part of that punishment is to be parted from your friends. Life is all about rules Katie. We all have rules to follow and they all have rewards and repercussions. You may feel very hard done by right now, but it is a lesson best learnt early. Once you have finished your lunch you may sit in silence and contemplate the reason for why you are here.”

“Yes Sir, thank you Sir.”

Katie blushed as she thanked the teacher for her punishment. She didn’t know why she had said it. She had immediately felt it was the wrong thing to say. She felt a nervous tightening in her chest as she sat at her desk and took her small salad from her bag. She glanced briefly at the teacher and looked quickly away when she saw his quizzical gaze. Did he think she was being a smartass? Having the teacher think she was making fun of him was the last thing in the world she wanted.

The young girl kept her head lowered as she quickly ate her meagre salad. She enjoyed her midday meal. She hadn’t at first, and she still missed the hot dogs and pizza and spaghetti the other students consumed so eagerly, but she had grown to like the salad she made for herself each morning. Her owner had set down the general ingredients for her to use but Katie took pleasure from changing the mixture ever so slightly each day.

As she ate she thought about what Mr Marinov had said. She knew all about rules, she had far more to follow than the average teenager. How many other girls were property? How many other sixteen year old’s belonged to someone else? Did her intimate knowledge of the importance of following rules it make her poor behaviour even worse? Lauren’s rules weren’t always easy to follow but the rewards for when she did were…

Stop, Katie screamed at herself as she started to think about Lauren’s hot mouth on her wet pussy. The seated schoolgirl felt her cunt spasm and she looked sheepishly towards the front of the room. Mr Marinov wasn’t watching her, luckily. Lauren was not here to see her, but she had automatically sat as she had been taught, legs straight knees an inch apart. She didn’t know exactly what could be seen from the front of the class. She was sure she was fine, but the very possibility that the secrets that lay beneath her skirt could be seen made her belly flutter.

The last small leaf of lettuce now in her mouth, Katie packed up her lunch container and sat silently, awaiting the bell. She risked a glance at the clock on the side wall and smiled a short, relieved smile as she saw there was only five minutes to go. Sitting in the empty classroom was the perfect fuel for her daydreams. The muted sounds of the school felt as if they belonged to another world. Katie made a conscious effort to think about her detention, wondering just when she would be able to get all the extra lines finished.

The bell rang, finally, but Katie stayed in her seat, waiting for permission to leave. She felt strangely vulnerable, sitting alone at her desk at the end of her first detention. She knew she deserved the detention and she knew her owner probably wouldn’t let it end at that but somehow she still felt bad about being here. She knew Mr Marinov was just a teacher and you had to respect them, but there was something else, something more. She didn’t want this teacher, or any teacher, to think badly of her. She wanted to impress them with her good behaviour and she knew so far she was failing. The realisation made her cringe inwardly, knowing she was letting everyone down.

“Tomorrow same time, same place Miss Thomas.”
“Yes Sir.”
“You may go.”

“Thank you Sir.” Katie grabbed her bag and scurried for the door eager to be out of the stifling classroom.

“Miss Thomas?”

Katie stopped in her tracks and turned to look at her teacher. He was still sat at his desk, holding up her phone. How could she have forgotten that? She walked back to the desk and meekly reached for her phone aware of the teacher’s judgemental look.

“Thank you Sir.”

Mr Marinov simply shook his head and Katie wasted no more time in exiting the room. She had other classes to get to, each one as important as the next and each one requiring her full attention.

*

Finally she was home. The afternoon had been a difficult one. She had done her best to focus on her lessons, and she had managed to curb her erotic imaginings, but her shoulders had begun to ache and she couldn’t help but spend time thinking about the dull pain in her back instead of the lessons she was being taught.

She had her exercises and she had to walk Max, but soon she would have a little time to relax. She needed just a few minutes to wind down. She had been working so hard at her routine these last few days and it had paid off. She hadn’t lost a minute all week. She was so close to being allowed to have Miranda as a friend.

Katie hurried up the stairs eager to 

“Hello Kitty.”

 

Katie fell to the floor with a strangled gurgle, one hand clutching her chest, the other thrust out before her as if to fend off an unwanted blow. Holy fuck! Her heart hammered in her chest with machine-gun haste. The young girl lay on the floor, slackjawed and wide-eyed, her nudity not even registering through the sudden shock. Lauren was here, in her room. How? Lauren was here. Her owner was here. The thought finally penetrated the haze of her fright: her owner was here.

 

Katie scrambled to her knees and crawled forward to kiss the top of Lauren’s sneakers. She moved back and knelt as she had been taught, a joyous smile brightening her pretty face. She still felt as if some giant hand had squeezed her heart but the initial scare was wearing off. Her owner was here. The realisation kept rolling around and around her brain like a huge snowball, absorbing any stray thought that got in its way. She couldn’t wipe the inane grin from her face but she still wondered just how Lauren had come to be in her room.

 

“Don’t just sit there pussywhistle, you have exercises to finish,” Lauren said, patting her on the head as she made her way to Katie’s bed.

 

Katie sprang to her feet and threw herself into the remainder of her exercises. She made sure to count each rep out loud, sneaking looks at her owner just to make sure she was really there. Lauren had obviously run from school. She was dressed in the small shorts and t-shirt that she always ran in. But how had she got inside the house. Katie was sure she had locked the door behind her. Redvelvetlines had not been logged in when she turned on her computer and started her cam, but that happened every now and then. She now thought back to all those times and wondered if those absences meant anything.

 

Katie hurried through the final set eager to get to her owner. Lauren had laid across her bed, propped up on her elbows, legs dangling over the edge. She still had her shoes on and their presence haunted the young girl. She knew they needed to be removed. A slight twinge spiked between her shoulders as she raised herself from the floor. She gasped out her ‘Kitty wants to please’ and plunged back into the final rep. The sharp pinch in her back was there again and she was glad her exercises were over.

The moment she finished her last exercise, Katie knelt as gracefully as she could before the pretty girl upon whom her very existence now revolved.

 

“May I remove your shoes, Miss?”

“Good girl,” came the soft sigh of response from the reclining girl.

 

Katie took that as permission to proceed and gently unlaced each sneaker before tenderly slipping Lauren’s feet from the sweaty confines of each well-worn shoe. She removed the small ankle socks, rolling each one and placing it neatly in the discarded shoe before covering each moist foot in tiny kisses, her soft lips absorbing the radiating warmth as they pressing lovingly against her owner’s flesh. She could taste the sweat with each kiss, the salty flavour causing her lips to tingle. She was still short of breath from her exercises but she tried her best to control her breathing and serve her owner as she deserved. She was sure her owner didn’t want her puffing all over her.

 

Lauren lay back on the bed, settling in amongst the soft, downy coverlet. She smiled indulgently as Katie’s tongue snuck between her parted lips, tasting her skin. This girl was something special. The look on her face had been priceless, and she giggled again at the memory. She had stood in the doorway for more than a minute watching her girl diligently progress through her afternoon exercises. She had removed her school clothes and sat placed them carefully on the bed, folded even though they were destined for the washing basket. Lauren reached over and picked up the small baby-blue panties Katie had worn that day and inspected the crotch. She could see the evidence of the schoolgirl’s arousal, despite Katie’s attempts to clean them. It wasn’t something she had specifically told the young girl to do and Lauren was fascinated by her attempts to erase any sign of her sexual discharge. Lauren was sure that the fact that she seemed to love the taste of her own pussy played no small part.

 

Still, her fear of discovery was charming. Lauren knew Katie felt conflicted, she could see it in her body language, in the adorable blushes that coloured her cheeks at the slightest of provocations. They had talked about her being a slut, and she knew that her girl had been sincere in her acceptance, after all her own body reinforced what Lauren had guessed. She accepted and yet she couldn’t reconcile who she was with who she thought she was. Katie was fascinating: her ready submission, her adorable ignorance of the world, her charming naivety, her passion was quick to rise and slow to fall. Most of all though, Lauren was taken by the look of utter devotion that she occasionally caught flashing across the young girl’s face. It was not something she had expected and she wasn’t sure how to feel about it. The thrill of excitement she felt each time she saw it sent a surge of warmth through her chest and between her legs.

 

Right now though the warmth she felt was for a different reason. Her gentle moan had been the only prompt Katie had needed and Lauren now fought to remain still as the naked schoolgirl’s tongue slid along the arch of her foot. Katie was bathing her feet, licking every surface, removing the sweat from her recent run. This was something she could so very easily get used to, and, if she had her way, she would. As much as she wanted to stay here all afternoon, languishing in the sensual attention of her slave, she had organised this surprise visit for a purpose. Her girl needed looking after too.

 

“Enough, my sexy little slut. You like licking my feet don’t you?”
“Yes Miss,” Katie said, still somewhat breathlessly.

“So how did your detention go today?”

“Um okay, I… um,” Katie said, struggling to string the words together. The carefully prepared speech she had devised on the bus ride home, deserted her now.

“Kitty,” Lauren said, leaning forward, a sudden menace in her tone.

 

Katie bit her lip and looked up at her owner, knowing that she needed to compose herself. She wasn’t doing it on purpose, she just got so flustered sometimes, especially when she had to talk about being naughty. She looked into Lauren’s eyes, the pale-blue orbs penetrating into the very depths  of her. She felt oddly calm as she braced for the slap she expected to come. Katie was surprised as, instead of the sharp sting in her cheek, she felt her lover’s lips press gently against her forehead.

 

“Kitty, tell me about your detention.”

“I had to write lines, one hundred lines, on the blackboard, in chalk,” Katie began, quickly realising she was sounding inane. She took a deep breath, focusing on the lingering caress of her lover’s lips. “I only wrote down 60 lines so I have to do them all again tonight. All one hundred.”

“And your shoulders are a little sore?”

“Yeah, how did…”

“Nevermind Kitty. Go and get a towel and lay it down on the bed. Hurry up now,” Lauren urged, sending the nude teen on her way with a playful smack on her bottom.     

Katie hurried from the room in a state of confusion. She was ecstatic at seeing her owner, the joy she felt barely able to be contained in her petite frame, but why was she here? How was she here? She had run there, that much was obvious but still, Katie couldn’t understand the presence of the person she most wanted to see in the world. It was like a dream come true, as cliché as that sounded.

She hurried into the hall and retrieved a towel, oblivious to the reason. She was beyond thinking now. Lauren had told her what to do and she obeyed. She would do anything to please her owner, anything to keep her here. Towel in hand Katie scurried back into her bedroom. She stopped in her tracks in the doorway, the white towel hugged to her chest.

Lauren was naked, her clothes strewn on the floor. Almost without thought, Katie moved collect the discarded clothes but her need to be with her owner was stronger. She walked past the hastily strewn shorts and presented the towel, sinking to her knees as she had been taught. Lauren smiled at the gesture, proud of her slave for remembering her training.

Katie watched intently as Lauren took the towel and shook it out over the bed. Her hungry eyes roved across Lauren’s body unwilling to miss a second of beauty that mesmerised her. She yearned to reach out and cup those small breasts, longed to run her thumb across the tiny pink nipples.  So absorbed was the young girl in her visual feast that she almost missed Lauren’s cue.

Her owner had snapped her fingers and flicked her hand towards the bed. Katie moved forward obediently, crawling onto the bed and situating herself in the centre of the spread towel. She remained on her hands and knees, waiting for Lauren to tell her what to do. She was aware of her position and she begged to feel her lover’s caress.

“Lie down pussywhistle. On your front, I know what you want, cheeky. But I know what you need too. Now you hush and let your owner make it all better.”

Katie lay down as instructed, allowing Lauren to position her arms by her sides. She blushed a little as her legs were pushed together, a gentle smack on her bottom letting her know that her owner knew what she had been doing. Obviously her pussy wasn’t to be the focus of whatever it was that was about to happen. She couldn’t hide her disappointment, not from herself, and it seemed not from her owner. She was, however, simply glad that Lauren was here. She still couldn’t quite believe it but she wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth.

“A little drink before we start. Head this way Kitty.”

Katie turned her head to face into the room and was greeted by her bottle inches from her face. She parted her lips and accepted the small plastic nipple into her mouth, wasting no time in drawing forth the liquid from her bottle. She looked into Lauren’s eyes as she drank, pressing down on the nipple with her lips to open the tiny break in the tip. She couldn’t help the surge of heat that blazed in her cheeks. She never could, but especially not now. There was something strangely comforting about being fed like this but at the same time it made her feel so small. She felt the gentle thrill in her belly as she saw Lauren’s crooked smile. She was pleasing her owner and Lauren’s happiness meant everything to her.

“Good girl,” Lauren said, pushing the young girl’s beautiful black hair behind her ear. Katie’s eyes sparkled at her owner’s words, her subservience keenly felt as she suckled at her lover’s hand. “Let’s see if we can’t work some of those kinks out my little slut.”

Lauren removed the bottle from Katie’s mouth and climbed up on the bed, straddling the prone schoolgirl. Katie felt the heat of her lover’s sex press against her buttocks and sighed at the sensation. She tensed at the first, cool touch but immediately relaxed as Lauren’s hands began to slide across her back. She could smell the oil that coated her owner’s hands and moaned in delight as the massage commenced.

Katie was soon lost in a world of sensual relaxation, a world in which she was happy to lose herself, if only for a short while. Lauren’s hands worked deftly across her back, kneading the tired muscles in her shoulders. Katie was soon moaning at her lover’s touch, the aches caused by her detention slowly draining away. She had never had a massage before and had never imagined they could feel this way.

She could feel her muscles unknotting, relaxing a little more with each insistent motion. She groaned loudly when Lauren changed tack and began pressing her thumbs forcefully into the muscles. Katie felt as if she was melting under her owner’s strong hands. She could feel her hard nipples pressed into the rough towel beneath, her body responding to the attention of her lover.

Katie knew her pussy had started creaming long ago. She could feel the familiar pulsing deep inside her, her pussy forcing her thick cream down her wet canal. Could she orgasm from a massage? She would have to make sure she didn’t get carried away. Lauren was here to look after her, to make sure her property was in good condition. Her owner wasn’t here so she could indulge herself.

Katie sighed into the bed and allowed every last remnant of the tension she felt, flow from her body. Lauren sensed it too, keenly away of the reactions of the body beneath her. She raised herself to her knees and moved to one side, sliding her hands into the small of Katie’s back, pressing her thumbs along her spine, her fingers fanned out to either side, rubbing the soft skin of the young girl’s flank.

With each downward motion Lauren moved her hands a little lower, pressing all the way to Katie’s neck and back again. She had soon passed the tiny dimples in the small of her back and was gently caressing the tops of her buttocks. Katie trapped her fingers under her body, doing what she could to resist the urges that her owner’s experienced hands created within her.

Her pussy felt as if it was on fire, the heat of her passion trapped by her tightly closed legs. A number of times Lauren had gently eased them closed after they had begun to slide apart. Katie was surprised each time, complying under her owner’s touch. She had not moved her legs on purpose, she couldn’t help it. Just as she couldn’t stop the lust she felt welling inside her, she could not stop her body from seeking the pleasure her nature demanded.

Lauren’s hands slid lower, kneading the oiled schoolgirl’s firm buttocks as if they were two large mounds of dough. She pushed them together, marvelling at the way the slippery flesh moved at her touch.

“Oh my.”

Lauren pushed again, captivated by the surge of thick white liquid that pushed up between Katie’s malleable mounds. She slid her hands between each cheek and pulled them apart. Her oily fingers slipped but she had seen enough from the one brief glimpse. The slut was pumping out cream like a little dairy. The motion of her massage had forced the thick white ooze upwards. Lauren smiled as she continued to knead the bare buttocks, marvelling as more cream was drawn to the surface.

“Don’t move Kitty. You’re being a very good girl.”

Lauren did not have her camera but she had the next best thing, Katie phone. She quickly grabbed it from the schoolgirl’s bag and snapped off a few shots of the cream-filled buttocks. Katie lay still, wondering just what was going on. What had Lauren’s exclamation meant? What was going on back there that was so interesting?

Pictures were fine, but what she really needed was some video. She had countless hours of her slave on webcam but it wasn’t enough. She needed something more. She couldn’t wait to spend the money Katie was making for her.

“How do you feel now pussywhistle?”

“Wonderful Miss, I… I’m so relaxed. Thank you so much, you’re amazing.”

“Oh Kitty, you’re so adorable. Flattery will get you nowhere but don’t ever stop trying. Ok into the shower with you before your mother comes home.”

Katie oozed from the bed, glad to be led by the hand into the bathroom. Her movements were languid and liquid and grinned merrily as she squeezed her owner’s hand. This had really happened. Lauren was really here and she had just received her first massage. She would have liked to return the favour but she knew she didn’t have the skill. She wanted to do something for Lauren though.

“Kitty, hot water, silly.”

“Sorry Miss.”

Katie hadn’t been thinking, maybe she was a little too relaxed. She had only turned on the cold water, which was her normal routine. She was going to have a lovely hot shower. She couldn’t wait to feel that soft, warm rain fall upon her body. She wasn’t so relaxed that she forgot her place however. Once the temperature was right, she knelt on the floor outside the shower, waiting upon her owner’s pleasure.

Lauren grabbed her hair as she walked past and led the crawling schoolgirl into the shower. It was a gentle, insistent pressure that sent a thrill down her spine. Gooseflesh rippled across her body as the first drops fell upon her and she closed her eyes, luxuriating in the sensation. Katie remembered her training and took her position in the far corner, pressing her body against the still cool tiles and spreading her legs widely. She enjoyed watching Lauren turn under the falling water, her tight skin glistening as the water ran down her body in shining rivulets.

“Up Kitty. Now you know you have been a little naughty these last few days,” Lauren began softly, drawing the young girl towards her and embracing her tightly.

“Sorry Miss,” Katie breathed into her owner’s ear. She felt bad about her behaviour but right now all she could think about was the delicious feel of Lauren’s body. She couldn’t help herself, her owner’s presence was intoxicating.

“Sorry is just a word though pussywhistle. Actions are important. You haven’t missed a minute for almost a week now. Just tomorrow and you’ll be there.”

“Thank you Miss.”

“What for?”

“Um, for your training, I wouldn’t have been able to be so good without it.”

“You’re just the sweetest slave there ever was Kitty. The fact that you are right doesn’t change that. If you are a good girl tomorrow, what are you going to do?”
“Um, be friends with Miranda?”
“Aren’t you already her friend?”
“Yeah but…  I mean I’ll be a better friend and be allowed to help her with looking prettier and stuff.”

“Tomorrow night you can write a plan for me of what you would like to do for your new friend and we can go over it together.”
“Ok Miss.”
“I wasn’t asking for your agreement Kitty. Don’t go getting all uppity with me. I’m allowing this because I think it will be good for you. The moment I feel that it’s affecting training and it ends.”

“Sorry Miss, I didn’t m-“

“Wash me Kitty.”

Katie closed her mouth and set immediately to bathing her owner’s body. She was gentle and attentive, washing the taut body with relish. When Lauren was satisfied she stood back and watched her slave wash herself, smiling as Katie tried to make the act as sensual as she could. Lauren knew what she was trying to do, the little minx still trying to get her pussy seen to. She was oblivious to the cream that filled the crease between her buttocks and she imagined how the young girl would react when she saw the pictures.

“Ok my little sex kitten, time we were finished. You’ve still got your homework to do and your lines. If you manage to finish everything there might just be time for a different kind of homework.”

Katie felt a tingle in her belly at her owner’s innuendo. You didn’t have to be a genius to guess what that homework might be. She slipped from the shower and collected a towel for her owner. She knelt on the floor and held it out as Lauren dripping form stepped into it. She diligently dried her lover, lingering on the most intimate parts of her body. She knew she should just be drying her, but she couldn’t help herself.

“Spend much more time there Kitty and you’ll only make it wetter.”

Katie blushed and slipped the towel from her lover’s trim and finished drying her legs and feet. She was incorrigible. The young girl smiled at the word she had learned from her owner. She didn’t know why she blushed, she wished she didn’t. She wanted to make Lauren wet, she wanted to know that her service, her touch, her kiss, made her lover happy. She wanted to feel her, taste her. She wanted Lauren.

*

“Feel better, Kitty?”

“Yes Miss, thank. I feel great.”

“Well you’re a pleasure to work on,” Lauren smiled.

“Miss I, could you teach me to do that. To massage I mean.”
“I can and will pussywhistle. It is already part of your homework for tonight.”

“Katie?”

Katie looked wide-eyed at her classmate. Lauren was already dressed in skirt and shirt, but she was still naked, well not totally. Lauren had ordered her to put on the pair of knee-high pink socks she had bought for her. She thought they were super-cute  but they somehow made her feel even more naked.

“Pink panties, black skirt, pink singlet.”

Katie flew into motion, finding the clothes and donning them in record time. The system that Lauren had devised for her wardrobe really was brilliant. There was no way she could have ever dressed this quickly in the chaos in which she lived before. Lauren had changed her life in so many ways. Even before she had finished pulling her singlet over her head Lauren was out the door and down the stairs.

“Yeah she needed a hand with some stuff so I came over to help.”
“You’ve done amazing things with her dear. She’s like a different girl now. She’s the same old Katie but just, I don’t know more.”
“It’s all a matter of training Emma.”

Katie came into the kitchen as her mother and Lauren were laughing together. She had just caught the tail-end of their conversation and it made her belly twist and turn at the implications. She’d been over this a hundred times but she was hopeless. She didn’t know if she would ever shake those fearful shades of paranoia that occasionally clouded her judgement.

“Speak of the devil.”

“Hi Mom,” Katie smiled, forcing herself to forget about what she had just heard.

“You’ll stay for tea?”

“If it’s ok with you.”

“Of course dear, your parents had Katie all weekend, it’s the least we can do.”

“That’s something I wanted to talk to you about Emma. It’s my Auntie’s fiftieth this weekend and there’s a party at Lake Crawford. It’s not going to be huge or anything but most of my family will be there and I was wondering if Kitty could come.”

This was the first Katie had heard of it and she couldn’t really focus on it now. She was distracted by Lauren calling her Kitty right to her mother’s face. She knew her mother had heard the nickname before but never this openly. She was worried about what she would think.

“If it’s only going to be family…”

“Well mostly, but people will be bringing their partners and there won’t be many people my age so it would be really good if Kitty could come.”

“And this is alright with your parents?”

“Yeah for sure. You can call them if you like.”

“Well I’ll see what Greg says,” Katie’s mom said with a conspiratorial wink.

Katie knew what that meant. She would be spending the weekend with Lauren at a lake. She couldn’t contain the joy she felt at the unexpected event. She bounced gently on her toes and looked at her owner. Lauren was looking at her, eyes twinkling, the crooked grin that Katie loved so much twisting her lips.

“You girls run along now, it’s time I started dinner.”

Katie followed her owner back up to her bedroom a little bewildered at what had just happened. She couldn’t get past the fact that she was going to be with Lauren again on the weekend, for the whole weekend, at a lake. It was like one of her daydreams but she knew, from the tingling surge of excitement in her chest, that this was the real thing.

“Now little Miss Naughty, get that top off and sit at your desk. First thing we need done is your lines. Pop in to your little hidey hole,” Lauren said with a giggle, “and fetch me some pegs. I think you need a little aid to concentration.”

Katie looked at her owner, an unspoken question in her eyes. She knew she couldn’t change Lauren’s mind but she couldn’t see how pegs on her nipples would make it any easier to finish her lines. She didn’t think they would help her to concentrate but as she knelt down on the floor before her desk, she doubted that concentration was their real purpose.

Her owner was adding her own punishment to that of the teacher and that was something she would not even attempt to deny. The draw safely back in her desk, Katie knelt as she had been taught, the pegs offered in one of her upturned palms.

“How many pegs are in there Kitty?”

“Um eight Miss.”

“Then why are you only holding two?”

“I, ah, I thought that you wanted me-“

“Did I tell you to think slave?”

“No Miss,” Katie said, hanging her head against the force of her owner’s disappointment.

Lauren reached down her small breasts brushing the kneeling teen’s face and lifted the black singlet up and over the young girl’s head. Katie raised her arms to allow the singlet to be removed, complying with her owner’s wishes without a word needing to be said. Her top was thrown onto the bed and she used the time to quickly move her arms back into position, placing them perfectly along her spread thighs, each upturned palm resting above a knee.

Katie tensed as Lauren retrieved the two small pegs from her hand, lined them up with the tiny, hard tips of her breasts and simultaneously closed the small clamps. The submissive schoolgirl gazed into her lover’s eyes as the pain spiked into her breasts.

“Now what are you going to do pussywhistle?”

“Get the other-“

“No slave, what are you going to do now?” Lauren reiterated, leaning close, her nose almost touching the confused teen’s. Katie tried to think but the closeness of her owner, the warm breath that caressed her lips, made her brain feel like mush. After a second that felt like an age, her epiphany struck.

“I’m going to do as I’m told Miss.”

“Good girl,” Lauren said happily, patting Katie on the head. “Now fetch all your pegs and present them to me. “

“Yes Miss.”

The rapid confusion of emotions that surged through the subservient teen flashed across her face. She was joyous at the praise but demeaned by the manner in which it was given. She cherished any touch of Lauren’s but the pat on the head, as if she was a dog made her feel her submission all the keener. She knew Lauren was better than her in every way but at times like this she questioned why Lauren wanted her. She wasn’t worthy of her owner’s love, she simply wasn’t good enough for her.

Katie was back in position, pegs in hand in no time. She looked meekly up at Lauren, basking in the slim teen’s beauty. The pain in her nipples had never left her but somehow the sight of her lover made it more bearable. Now that her ordeal was set, all she wanted was for it to be over. She wanted the pegs on her breasts, to be sat at her desk and writing her lines.

She did not have long to wait for her wish to be fulfilled. Without a word, Lauren took the offered pegs and, one by one, closed them over the soft meat of the young girl’s breasts. Katie grunted as the wooden teeth pinched her sensitive flesh. Her eyes never left the face of her owner, a spike of pleasure matching the pain each time Lauren deigned to look at her and their eyes met. She counted as the pegs were applied, looking down only when all eight were firmly clasped on her tender mounds.

“Up,” Lauren commanded indicating the chair in front of her desk. Katie obeyed, moaning as the pegs shook and rattled as she moved. The clatter of the wooden clamps was loud in the quiet room, each noise heralding a fresh pinch of pain. The clamps were arrayed chaotically around her nipples, the lions share being reserved for the gentle curves underneath the small pink buds.

“Pen. Paper,” Lauren said, placing each object on the table before her. One hundred lines before dinner, if you haven’t completed them by then. We will have to start over. Begin.”

Katie wasted no time, pen to paper and the first line finished in no time. She would need to keep up a good speed if she was to make the deadline she knew Lauren would enforce. She was writing fast, but she was being careful too. The pegs hurt a little more with each passing moment and she needed them to come off as soon as possible. It was much easier to write on paper than on the blackboard and she thought, as she completed her tenth line, that she was sure to please her owner.

Soon after, she was startled by a gentle touch. She had been conscious of the presence of her lover, it was not something she could ever forget, but she had been trying to focus all her attention on the task. Her mind had drifted once or twice, wondering what Lauren was doing but the start of a new sentence always brought her back.

Katie continued to write but leaned her head back into the touch. Lauren gathered the young girl’s ebony locks and began to run her fingers through her hair, from scalp to tip. Katie nibbled her lip as the pleasure of her owner’s action flowed through her body. The sharp pain in her breasts continued to mount but she no longer thought about it, focusing instead on wonderful sensation her lover provided.

The petite teen’s body and mind were under assault, pain and pleasure mingling as she tried desperately to keep her attention on the job at hand. She had to remember that the pain she was feeling was a punishment for her poor behaviour and the pleasure she was feeling was simply a byproduct of an activity that Lauren enjoyed. She knew her owner loved to play with her hair and was not surprised when, after a momentary pause, she felt her brush scrape against her scalp.

She had filled a page but had lost count of what she had accomplished. A quick count revealed 32 lines to a page. A quick glance at the clock on the computer revealed that she was on track to make her owner happy.

“Up, Kitty.”

Katie put down the pen and stood up, unsure what Lauren had in mind. She had been doing so well, if she had kept going at the same pace she would have finished with time to spare. She couldn’t get frustrated though, this was her owner’s will. That was easier said than done though. She knew she shouldn’t put she couldn’t help the feeling from creeping in.

“Step out a little, now bend over. At the waist, that’s right, good girl. Keep those legs straight, a little wider. That’s my pretty Kitty. Now to your lines.”

Katie rested her left elbow on the table and picked up exactly where she had left off. Her hair cascaded to either side of her face like a thin black curtain, creating a border around the white page upon which she wrote. It was silly but she felt terribly vulnerable in this position. She was wearing panties but somehow that didn’t seem to matter. The pegs hung from her pendant breasts, jiggling slightly as she wrote each line. She couldn’t wait until they were removed, even though she knew that would be terribly painful, moreso than anything she was currently feeling.

Lauren sat back on Katie’s chair and looked between the young girl’s legs. A prominent line of darker material indicated the slut’s arousal. The panties hadn’t been on that long and she had already wet them, her sexual discharge always able to be relied upon. Lauren smiled, amazed by the sensual slut that stood before her. Even standing like this, her entire focus on writing her lines as quickly and accurately as she could, the pretty teen exuded sexuality.

She knew she should let the poor girl see to her task, but Lauren could not resist the delectable display on offer before her. She owned this girl, she was hers to do with as she pleased. If she failed it would be through no fault but her own, she had lessons to learn and they wouldn’t always be easy.

Katie’s fingers tensed around the pen at the sudden touch between her legs but she did not stop writing. Lauren pressed two fingers gently against the panty-clad mound, sliding them slowly along the dark pink line of dampness until she reached her goal. She pushed with her fingertips, smiling as the material sank inward, the wet mark deepening instantly. That was the cream the little slut produced in such copious amounts. Lauren would never tire of it, especially as it was a source for much of Katie’s sexual self-consciousness.

Lauren left her girl to complete her lines in silence, taking in the rest of the petite schoolgirl’s body. The position she was in, made her thighs smooth and taught. Lauren ran her fingers slowly upwards from the knee, smiling widely as the young girl’s body quivered beneath her touch.

“How many lines Kitty?”

“Sixty-one, Miss,” Katie whispered, her voice breathy and filled with lust.

“Be good while I’m gone. If you finish before I get back, you can start your maths homework.”
“Yes Miss.”

Katie heard Lauren leave the room, closing the door behind her. A sickening sensation began to grow in the pit of her stomach. The door could not be locked from the outside. Lauren had left and now the door was unlocked while she was wearing nothing but a pair of small pink panties and eight pegs clamped to her breasts. She knew her mother was home, but she would at least be busy with dinner, but her father was sure to be home by now as well.

She had to stop writing for a moment, to collect herself and combat the fear that was threatening to debilitate her. No one was going to come in. Lauren would keep them busy, she wouldn’t let her be seen this way. There was nothing she could do but finish her lines. She was momentarily thankful for the pegs and the pain they brought her. It helped to get her mind back on track and her focus where it should be.

Ninety-nine. One hundred. The bent schoolgirl took a hurried minute to double-check her work, hunting for mistakes, those tiny missteps that could lead to disaster. Confident there were none, a tiny flush of pride at the discovery, Katie put the pages aside and wondered briefly what she should do. The pegs on her breasts had become terribly painful, each tiny movement sending fresh spikes of torment through her chest.

How long was Lauren going to be? Every second that passed left her more vulnerable. She was wearing only panties and the infernal wooden clamps. There was no way that she could do anything but be caught out if the door was opened. She was too far from any cover and there was no chance of her hiding the bondage in which her owner had placed her.

Lauren had instructed her to continue with her homework so that was all she could do. She walked carefully to her school bag and retrieved her notepad and texts. She tried to step with as little force as she could, steeping toe first, almost prancing to the other side of the room, trying desperately to keep her breasts still. She was mostly successful though the pegs still wobbled. She was sure even Lauren’s cat-like grace would not have helped.

Maths homework first, she thought. It was something she had to really think about and hopefully it would help take her mind off the pain in her breasts. It wasn’t all that bad, she admitted, it was just that it was constant. She wasn’t sure when it would end, but she knew that when it did the pain would only get worse before it got better. Maybe only for a moment, but she remembered the intense spike of agony the removal of any kind of clamp brought.

Her next big decision: should she sit or remain standing, bent over her desk in the position Lauren had left her. Was it really a decision at all? Katie spread out her books on her desk and shuffled backwards, getting into position once more. She bent at the waist, shifting her legs a little wider, sticking her ass out into the room. It wasn’t the most comfortable of positions but it wasn’t too bad. She rested her elbow carefully on the desktop, making sure she didn’t accidentally brush against the pegs poking out from the tender mounds that hung like ripe fruit from her chest.

She had only completed two problems when she heard a noise at the door. Every muscle in her body tensed and her heart hammered in her chest. She looked back at the door, the rest of her body remaining in position. If it wasn’t her owner, she was finished anyway. She held her breath and squeezed her pen in a vice-like grip.

Lauren walked through the door and, without a word, Katie went back to her homework, the amazing, liberating sensation of relief flooding through her body. She had never been happier to see her owner and she smiled crazily as she worked on her next math problem. She pushed her bottom out a little more when she felt a warm caress slide teasingly across her panty covered mound. The spike of desire that shot into her belly made her weak at the knees and it was all she could do to stay standing.

“Finished your lines then Kitty?”
“Yes Miss.”

“Well, let’s see them. Keep working. Dinner will be ready soon and you have a lot to do and little time to do it.”

Lauren took the offered sheets of paper and sat down behind Katie, observing the growing patch of dark, damp material in the crotch of the young girl’s panties. Her lips twisted in an indulgent smile, revelling once more in the beauty of her toy. The girl was amazing, there wasn’t any other word for it. She was hard on her, she knew, but it was for her own good. And just look at the results!

Lines, she had her job to do as well. Owning a slave and keeping her in check was a lot of work, especially if you wanted to train her right. Lauren had no intention of taking Katie’s training anything less than 100% seriously. She only expected the same commitment from her property.

“Good girl, Kitty. One hundred lines completed. Would you like those pegs off those pretty titties now?

“Yes please Miss, if you think I deserve to,” Katie replied, her answer well prepared for the question she had expected.

“Ok cuteness, come over here. Kneel. Hands up and out, good girl.”

Katie lifted her hands high, keeping her palms up to receive each peg as it was removed. She tried not to tense but she knew what was coming. She winced, but did not close her eyes, as Lauren’s hand reached for the first peg. She switched her gaze from her lover’s hand to her face, wanting the distraction of her classmate’s beauty to help distract her from the coming pain.

The kneeling teen gasped as the first peg was removed, its sharp wooden teeth leaving behind a dark purple imprint on the soft meat of her breast. She let out her breath in a slowly, a high-pitched squeal accompanying the exhalation. She hissed through clenched teeth as the second peg was removed. A peg was placed in each hand, allowing Lauren to begin removing the second pair.

As the wicked clamps were removed, Katie found it harder and harder to curb the agony that radiated from her abused flesh. She was soon grunting with each removal, a deep, guttural sound. She looked intently at her owner, staring deeply into the incredibly pale blue eyes. A small jolt of electricity, separate from any sensation of pain she was feeling, shot through her body each time her eyes met those of her owner.

Soon all eight pegs rested in two neat lines in her upturned palms. She wanted desperately to touch her breasts, to gently knead the painful flesh. Instead she remained obediently in position, watching Lauren pleadingly, willing her silent wish to her owner.

“Kitty, you know why you wore the pegs don’t you?”
“Yes Miss.”
“You know that you had to wear them don’t you?

“Yes Miss.”

“Good girl. You know I can’t have a misbehaving slave. I don’t want to punish you Kitty.”

“I know Miss, I’m sorry. I won’t do it again.”

“You know it’s not just that you have to be punished for being naughty, but it means that the rewards that a good girl might earn simply aren’t allowed. It would be nice for you to eat my pussy but you just haven’t earned that reward.”

Katie eyes widened. She hadn’t realised that her punishments could be like this. Her behaviour was affecting her owner in ways she hadn’t expected. She knew Lauren loved having her pussy eaten and because of her she had to be denied that pleasure. Katie understood but she found it hard to accept. She tried to blink away the tears, wanting to be strong, but she couldn’t stop the emotions that overwhelmed her.

“Now Kitty, it’s not a time for tears, as pretty as they are. You simply have to work harder to improve. That’s only right isn’t it?”
“Yes Miss, I’ll work harder.”

“I know you will. Now come and give me a kiss.”

Katie raised herself on her knees and tilted her face upwards. Lauren placed her hands around her neck and kissed away her tears before finding her eagerly parted lips. Katie tasted the salty moisture on her lover’s lips, closing her eyes and losing herself in the tender kiss. This wasn’t a reward, she didn’t deserve one, it was just Lauren showing her love, letting her know that she might be naughty but she was still Lauren’s.

“My, just look at that,” Lauren remarked, sitting back to look over the half-naked schoolgirl. “Let’s see if I can’t do something about that before you get back to work.”

Katie grimaced ever-so-slightly as her owner reached towards her chest. Each tender mound was gently cupped in one of her lover’s warm hands. Lauren began to knead the sensitive flesh of her breasts, slowly and tenderly, her fingers working over the tiny indentations left by the pegs. Katie moaned under the attention of her owner, the experienced hands knowing when and where to touch.

This was exactly what she had wanted. Lauren was amazing. It was as if she had read her mind. Katie closed her eyes as the pain at first intensified but soon ebbed as her owner’s loving touch eased the hurt in her firm flesh.

“Ok my little sex kitten, singlet on and back to work. What did you start on?”

“Maths Miss.”

“What else do you have?”

“The chapters for English are due tomorrow and I have an economics assignment but it isn’t due until next week.”

“If you finish your maths before dinner we’ll have a break. They all have to be right though Kitty. You know I won’t have a slave with poor grades. I know how smart you are so I see you working below your potential and there’ll be trouble. Do you know why my little slut?”
“Um, because it’s disrespectful for a slave not to do their best for their owner?”

“Good girl,” Lauren said, her face lighting up with a joy-filled smile.

Katie’s body felt charged with energy. She smiled back at her owner, the bliss that rushed through her making her feel as if she was about to float to the ceiling. She loved Lauren more in that moment than anything else in the world. The power of the emotion scared her a little, but the sparkle in those hauntingly pale eyes comforted her.  Lauren had so many smiles but it was this one, filled with unrestrained joy, that affected her the most. And it had been because of her. She had to do more, she had to make her owner smile like that again. She needed it like a drug.

“Move it, Kitty.”

Katie scrambled to her feet, still grinning madly. She quickly pulled the small singlet over her head and covered her breasts, still showing the aftereffects of her recent punishment. She hurriedly leant over the desk and resumed her maths homework, aware that her owner was sat behind her with a perfect view of her bottom and pussy.

Lauren sat and simply watched the plump mound that her slave presented. She had been about to order her to sit, knowing it would be easier to complete her homework if she was a little more comfortable, but this was a sight she simply could not pass up. She stared at the taut thighs, the firm buttocks and the prominent labia that filled out the tiny panties so enticingly.

Katie’s pussy was something incredibly special. She couldn’t have hoped for something so different, so perfect. Her slave’s pussy was everything hers was not and she wouldn’t change a thing. She ached to see those fat lips, the sticky white liquid she knew would be oozing between them. Even the delicate pink colour of the pretty schoolgirl’s vulva was perfect, a beautiful contrast to the alabaster surrounds. And now that crazy thicket had been removed… She couldn’t ask for anything more.

Right now, though, was not the time. She had no need to rush anything with this girl. She had no plans to relinquish her property. She had spent so long and so much effort to obtain her, even more to train her. She had only just begun.

*

“Miss I have finished.”

“Well aren’t you the fast worker. Start reading your chapters while I check your work. Over here Kitty. Sit right here,” Lauren ordered, indicating the space between her legs.

Katie grabbed her maths work and her book and crawled as sensuously as she could to her owner. She handed over her maths homework and looked at her owner’s barely parted legs. She couldn’t fit between them as they were. What exactly was she supposed to do?

Been good though, miranda

6:00am Wake and rise

6:01am Warm-up exercises

6:30am Morning run

7.00am Cooldown – Attention

7:10am Shower

7:15am Pussy - Clit

7:20am Dress

7:25am Breakfast

7:35am Ready for school

7:45am School Bus

8:10am Arrive at School

8:15am Report to locker

8:30am Begin school

SCHOOL

3:00pm School Bus

3:30pm Warm-up exercises

4:00pm Pussy – Clit

4:05pm Walk Max

4:45pm Report dinner – School homework until dinner prep

7:00pm Blog

7:30pm Homework Task 1

8:30pm Homework Task 2

9:00pm Shower

9:05pm Bed

Sees Louise in the hallway on the way to class and the memory of the weekend practice and the thick black triangle covering her sex flooded her mind.

 

She thought about her bare sex, exposed under the short skirt she wore, open to the air. The freedom was exciting but it was tinged with fear, an unsettling conflict that kept her thoughts in constant motion.

 

She finds the bus fare in her locker, Lauren must have slipped it through the vent.

 

Work – jean notices something is wrong and asks, talks to jean about detention, sorry for letting her down, gets upset. Jean says she is being silly, really is very sweet. She eats her salad from lunchtime, it is soggy and not very appetising but she wolfs it down in the few minutes she is allowed in the food court. She’d love a coke to add a little flavour but doesn’t have any money so just drinks from a fountain instead. Feels lonely eating alone, thinks of Lauren, heart constricts. Can’t resist and sends a text to her owner, saying how sorry she is, please don’t be made with me. I know I should be punished. Waits expectantly for an answer but none comes. Donut boys watching her, dreads closing time.

 

Home – really busy night at the shop and didn’t have a chance to pee, wanted to work hard to make it up to jean. Needs to go when she gets home but it is outside the permitted time so she dons the shirt she has kept hidden beneath her bottom drawer. Tight shirt, yellow and far too small. It doesn’t even cover her breasts fully stretching across them, the curve of their underside visible beneath. The words may I pee are stencilled in thick, black letters across the front of the shirt and Katie must sit in the chair naked but for the tiny garment and wait. She sits as still as she can, waiting for Lauren to acknowledge her. She doesn’t even know if lauren is home, but the rules are clear. After ten minutes she thinks it would have been better just to go, Lauren wouldn’t have known. It was too late now though.

 

After twenty minutes of silence, she becomes emotional, sure that lauren is still angry and is punishing her. Tears form and she allows them to run down her cheeks, fearful of breaking position. Minutes later her father knocks on the door to see if she wanted a drink or anything before bed. Katie looks at the baby bottle on her desk but does not respond, wondering if she was allowed to do so. Her father asks again and she decides she has to answer. Almost on cue, Lauren gives her permission to pee. She hurriedly takes the small shirt off, hides it, dresses and rushes to the bathroom.

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