Submissive Training byHandsOnMaster©

This idea sprang from a reader who is a natural submissive, but has made a series of poor choices. I considered how her nature could be used to re-train her, modify how her nature and cravings interact. She will be molded to be more responsive, more obedient, and ultimately more fulfilled submissive woman.

This doesn't leap immediately into bondage and impact, and it reflects my perspective that a skilled Dominant requires his submissives to exercise self-control as part of their obedience.

That said, the submissive requested that I share this in the hope it help others.

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Evening Dear, I'm pleased that you have undertaken this assignment; it will bring calm, clarity, and with repetition, healing.

First, you should understand the purpose. As we discussed earlier, your nature is stunningly strong, and it itself, appealing. You were made to serve someone worthy. That is not a judgment of me, rather a judgment of your nature, and how it will function best. A worthy man will take great care to wield that power and service with discretion, wisdom, firmness, and insight. You know this.

Your rational mind knows full well what is healthy and what is toxic. You have a strong will that allows you to make rational choices and abide by them.

Your physical cravings, sometimes expressed in slutty behavior, are irrational now that they have been awakened. They can't be reasoned with, and they result in agitation because they want what they want, and refuse to accept your mind's choices. However, they can be wonderfully re-trained.

This will require some visualization, but you will find the story captivates you and carries you along.

You will start by making yourself comfortable and available by disrobing in a feminine fashion. You will accept and embrace the feminine, just as you accept and embrace the exposure and the vulnerability. You are safe, but there is absolute certainty you will serve me as I please.

Lay down before me on your bed, I will take a seat nearby, and direct you. You shiver with anticipation; the sexual energy is electric, but my voice calms you, focuses you.

"We will begin with a simple exercise in obedience. This is contrast fun, soft slow caresses followed by firmer, more demanding touches." Your body tingles at my words.

"With each soft caress, dwell on how being feminine draws a Dom, with each firm touch dwell on the primal response it draws from the nature of the Dom. One brings the other, and cycle repeats with more energy. Sink down into that as your arousal builds."

"Start with a stroke on your breasts, and then twist the nipple as the primal responds. Repeat three times. Begin"

You answer carefully, "Yes Sir". The first time through you are careful, almost tentative. "I am here. Relax and obey Dear." The second time you listen to your breath and you close your eyes. By the end of the third, you are already aroused, so you are slightly startled when you hear me praise you. "Good Girl. Now Five times. Begin"

As you are awash in the energy and arousal, the feminine drawing the out the primal seems as natural and obvious as the tic-toc of a classic walk clock. The tide goes out as you caress, and the energy rushes in with slowly increasingly demanding touches. Your mind is at peace, but your body is on fire.

"Good Girl You have obeyed. Now add a long slow stroke of your pussy with each contrast." You start almost immediately, then halt when you realize you have forgotten to respond properly. "Yes Sir."

"I'm glad you caught yourself, continue Dear." You begin to twist your nipples as part of the primal, and the first stroke of your pussy brings a long, slow moan. The other four cycles fly by in a haze of passion.

You hear me sniff the air, and laugh quietly. "You are horny enough that it appears you are ready for your discipline." You try to stifle the small gasp, but you know that I know you, and that discipline takes you to a whole other level. "Yes Sir, please discipline me." You try to remain calm.

"Why do you deserve my attention in discipline?" You swallow, because you knew this was coming, but the thought that I might leave you here, unfinished, is upsetting. "I have been slutty and not obeyed you Sir."

"This is correct, but how did you disobey? I have not ordered you to abstain from sexual activity." This is the hard part; it is hard to say even though you know the answer. "I have not cared for myself well, and allowed others to misuse me." You shiver because you begin to understand what you really want is possible, it is at hand.

"Good Girl. Now you will continue with the contrast, but now the caresses are loving, valued care, and the primal will border on pain, as it is discipline of someone who cares enough to see you healed. Now 7 cycles. You do not have permission to cum. Begin"

Your pussy is electrified when I tell you don't have permission; I control your orgasm, I control you. You are light-headed with the transfer of power; you feel your mind emptying, I am your world, my words are your lifeline.

By the end of 7 you are struggling. I make you breathe and come back from the edge, regain control. "Let it carry you close to the edge Dear, abandon yourself to my will." Each time that thought courses through you, the current pulls you deeper, and the lust bears you up.

You make it through a cycle of 9, but your breathing is ragged, and you are having difficulty keeping count. The pain and pleasure blend together like ocean wave action, rocking you and swaying you as they wash over you. "You are close Dear, close to pleasing me and attaining your release. Can you go on ... or should we stop?"

Your eyes shoot open in disbelief as you cry out, your mind frozen in fear. Your vision swims from the arousal, but I am close, just above your face. You see the small smirk, and you resist the urge to lash out; Your body is alive with energy, and I have drawn you to the very edge of your control. "Sir, I am so, soooo close, please allow me to cum for you!" You want it to be a coo, but it comes out in an almost desperate plea.

Something flashes through my eyes, then the smirk fades into a small smile. "try very hard now to keep going, I won't let you fail me." I see the relief in your face, so I add, "The relief is not just that you will cum for me, it is that you want to please me and I will ensure that you succeed. You are freed to concentrate on obedience. Begin"

The flash of fear and loss has you spiked your attention, and now you are struggling to hold back the orgasm that is welling up from deep within. Your "Yes Sir" is shaky as you breathing shallow and your body is covered in a sheen of sweat from your exertions.

Your soft touches are hurried, and the fierce twisting of your nipples brings cries of passion as you arch your back each time. You are lost inside the mounting pleasure, it won't be long now. There is a part of you that wants to pull back, gain control, but the stronger part of you wants the surrender, the completion. It is time for the final lesson of the assignment.

I see that you are close to loosing control, so I interrupt your fevered efforts. "You are close, it is time to complete your discipline. Are you ready to obey me?"

"Yes Sir!, Oh God, I'm so close - I can't stop it Sir, I'm going to cum. PLEASE let me cum ..."

"Ssssh. Stop talking and listen to my voice!" You slow slightly, and I can see you are trying, so I continue, "Why are you being disciplined?"

Your hands don't stop, but they lessen in intensity as your brow wrinkles with thought. "Harder. Twist those nipples to remind yourself why you need discipline!" You twist immediately, and your body arches off the bed in response like it was shocked. "Aaaaah! I, I ... I didn't care for myself Sir!"

"Start rubbing that clit Dear, it is time." Your hands shoots down to start rubbing that hard nub, and you are panting and gasping, intent on obeying by holding that orgasm at bay just a bit longer ...

"You have done well, Cum for ME! Give me ALL of you now, pour out that need and lust, hold nothing back!"

As you feel the orgasms crash over you, I am at the corner of your jaw, whispering, "Such a Good Girl! You have pleased me. Hold onto that tonight Dear, and be proud of your progress. I will allow you to serve me again soon."

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The Cinema Visit

Lucy pressed her hands together between her legs wanting to pee very badly, the fact that she was on the verge of coming was exciting and made her legs tremble, there she was, in the cinema watching a horror film, with her sister Jen, she the film so frightened her, that though was dying to pee, she was afraid to go on to the toilet in the dark on her own, and Jen was engrossed in the film and refused to accompany her. Now peeing her self would not have worried her, but there was a problem, she had done it in this very cinema, a number of times, often brought on by being masturbated by Ian her boy friend. Frigging her when she was dying to pee, and no longer able to resist coming, she therefore enjoyed a delightful combination that could only have one outcome she had come, and was unable to resist but letting go and pissing her panties and soaking the seat. But Brenda the attendant had got fed up with people complaining about wet smelly seats. So a trap had been set, she had narrowed the number of suspects down by observation, and was left with a few suspects, of whom Lucy was one. Then noting the seats the regulars used, she had them wired in such a way that should they suddenly become wet, then a red light would flash in the projection box, over the seat number. So that one night when Lucy was sitting in the cinema (this time on her own) siting in her favourite place. Watching a hard sex film. As usual she needed to pee, yet not wanting to miss anything, she held her self between her legs, as she watched couples on the screen fucking and so on it was natural for her to frig her self unobtrusively, of course when she came she could not avoid having a delicious pee through her pants and on to the seat. Unaware that the wired seat caused an illuminated number to light in the projection room alerting the waiting attendant.
Lucy suddenly felt a hand on her shoulder and looked up to see the attendant Brenda, who said please come with me I have some one who wants to see you. Lucy wondering what could have happened, followed Brenda to the manager’s office and was introduced to Wendy the cinema manager, a good-looking woman but quite big and buxom, who said" I am sorry to have to say this, but I have reason to believe that you have been responsible on a number of occasions for urine sodden seats, in fact I am certain you have done so less than ten minuets ago !"Lucy gasped and started to object, but Wendy ignored her, and seized her wrists and pulled her so that she was positioned over the desk, saying to Brenda "lift her skirt lets have a look she won‘t have had time to take them off before you got to her;" There you are" said Brenda" I knew all along, she is absolutely soaked with piss, her pant legs stockings the lot, and so is the seat she has been siting in",Lucy was horrified, Wendy started" do you know it is an offence to abuse public seating and by rights I should report you to the police. However you can choose, you either accept my punishment or I ring the police" Lucy was terrified and Mumbled that she was sorry and she agreed to be punished by Wendy."Good" approved Wendy" but first what causes you to pee your self while you are here."Lucy muttered with a brick red face that she was afraid she got excited, “you bet she gets excited" observed Brenda who still had Lucy’s Skirt held up and had been examining her panties," she has been wanking, the crotch of her panties are caked with come"Lucy’s secret was out she said in a small voice I can‘t help it I can‘t resist peeing when I come"Looking at her with an interested stare Brenda asked" you don‘t want to wee now do you? "Now as a matter of fact Lucy did, the fear and embarrassment and the threatened punishment was making her want to wee very badly, and she was having to cross her legs. Brenda noting this said" I think she is on the edge of doing it now"At this Lucy gave up all pretence and placing her hand beneath her skirt to hold back the threatened pee.

"Wendy suddenly banged the desk and said I know how to punish her and at the same time cure her of the peeing on seats, make her sit on that heavy plastic chair and fasten her wrists and her arms to the arms of the chair " then searching through her desk she produced a roll of thick Sellotape and a long slim vibrator " a good now fold back her skirt and secure her legs apart so she cannot move.

Now I am going to tape this vibrator to your inner thigh just close enough to touch those wet nickers but not allow you sufficient pressure to make you come. The fact that you are almost wetting your self,right now will help teach you a lesson,now when I switch this on it will make you want to come!,And as you have said when you come you pee, but as the position of the vibrator will not allow you to come, so you will have to control yourself for as long as I say.
Should you pee before we release you I will have to think about the police again" and reaching between Lucy’s thighs she switched on the vibrator, At first the presence of the two women watching her repressed the desired effect, but after ten minuets Lucy’s thighs were trembling.
After twenty she was struggling to make contact with the black plastic tormentor, and although she had managed to refrain from letting her bladder go fully, she was trickling wee in to the gusset of her panties.another five minuets passed by and Lucy was pleading with her tormentors, “please let me come, let me wee, I can‘t hold on, please just a little bit harder, I promise not to wet your seats again, oh! Please let me come!!!!". Her mind was so inflamed with the need for release, she had not noticed that Wendy had become excited, until the manager said to Brenda" you can go now I will finish her off.
"As soon as the door closed behind Brenda. Wendy said you have done quite well I am going to release you, but first I would like to see something " and so saying she pushed a large tray beneath Luc’ys Chair and unstrapping the instrument of Lucys torment, thrust the throbbing plastic right in to Lucys cunt, the reaction was spontaneous Lucy felt like a million volts had passed through her whole nervous system her vagina muscles griped the plastic head as in her ecstasy she peed like never before, then through the mist off oblivion she heard Wendy saying" now I calculate that you have peed over seats on eighteen occasions, so that‘s your first lesson in control, I will require you to attend this office for seventeen more acts of self control, do you understand me "Lucy still wriggling said" yes I‘d love to and I will but when "Wendy thought and commanded at least four times per week, now go in to my private bathroom and clean up" Lucy complied taking the tray full of her piss and poured it down the loo, and proceeded to remove her panties and wash her legs, When she had finished she was just about to open the door, when she heard a noise, and quietly opened the door just a crack. There sprawled in her big chair was Wendy dress round her middle, thighs spread apart the vibrator, on full speed thrust up the side of her panties, and lodged into her cunt, she watched for a moment till with a loud cry, and her bum rubbing on the seat Wendy started to climax, bucking to and fro, Lucy could not see all that clearly but she was sure she saw something ruining off the chair and forming a pool on the carpet. She gave Wendy time to recover herself and made her exit. Now two weeks later siting writhing on the very edge of peeing in her pants she again felt a hand on her shoulder as Brenda whispered "I think you are ready for another lesson, come with me" Lucy rose and followed Brenda to the manager’s office for her twenty third visits, yes twenty third visit, you see every time she did not last the full time another one was added. Only it was not always Lucy tied to the chair. But that as they say is another story.

Yes, Professor byriversong96©

Professor Channer heavily sighed at the paper in front of him. He was to have a very full year, all his classes were of beginners in the subjects and he had tons of lectures to prepare. His only rejoice was the thought of his new TA, Paige Johnson. She had been in all his classes since her first year of college, a very hard-working, passionate student. She could help a great deal with grading. He smiled fondly at the thought of the plump, curly-haired girl with glasses he would have in his office every day. She was easy to talk to, and very attentive, it would make the evenings less dull.

The bell rang for the first class to enter, and a crowd of youngsters flew in for their first meeting with philosophy. In the middle of them, a young woman approached his desk hurriedly and with no hesitation placed her bag on it.

"I'm really sorry professor, my car broke down this morning, I had to take the train, which is nowhere near my house, or the campus..." she trailed off at his lost expression. "Is everything okay professor?" she asked genuinely confused.

"Excuse me, Miss...?" he inquired. 

"Johnson, Paige Johnson. I was told you'd be expecting me... I received your e-mail."

Professor Channer shook his head slightly. This was Paige? She must have lost... 30 pounds? Lost the glasses, done the hair, sure changed her wardrobe... he was sure, he had never seen her wearing such a low cut blouse, or so tight jeans... but then... she had a lot to put on show now.

"Miss Johnson! Of course! I'm really sorry I... didn't..." he was at a loss of words, embarrassed. But she took him out of his pain.

She grinned. "You didn't recognize me. It's ok, no one did today." She was aware of her new stunning looks. "Anyway, sorry I arrived at the last moment, as I was saying, my car broke down."

"No problem, Miss Johnson, we can just start class now, I believe you got my notes too."

"I did, and please, Paige, you always called me so."

He blinked, realizing her new look brought him to realize he was talking to a young woman and not a child anymore. "Paige." He smiled.

"Okay class..." he begun the first lecture of the term.



The morning unraveled quickly. Paige did a great job taking on the second class that morning, and he only needed to add a few detail at the end of her presentation. She had a gift for this. They left for lunch chatting.

"You did a marvelous job Paige, I can't believe it's your first experience as a TA."

She smiled, accepting the compliment. "I've helped a few classmates with homework, but that's about as far as I got teaching. It was enough to know it's what I want to do."

"Couldn't be more proud of my student." The professor smiled.

"Thank you, professor." She gave him a cheeky smile. "I'm glad I can work for you this year, always thought you were a... worthy teacher." Her malicious stare tore unbidden at his guts. 

Professor Channer ignored his cock coming back to life unbidden and invited her to sit with him, wondering what had happened to the shy girl in his class. "Please, Paige, you're flattering an old man."

"Old?" she giggled as she sat on her chair in front of him. "Professor you can't be a day over thirty." She blatantly stared.

"I'm afraid I am. Thirty-five to be exact."

She gasped lightly and chuckled nonetheless. "You sure look younger professor." Her stare didn't falter for a second.

Clearing his throat, professor Channer nodded, taking in the compliment. She was forward, no doubt.

Starting on her food, she lowered her gaze letting him breathe for a while. He passed a hand through his short coppery hair.

"So everything good at home?" he asked remembering her being a bit shaken about her parent's divorce last year.

She shrugged. "My parents are officially divorced. Not that it affects me, it was silly of me to be so involved with it."

"Don't judge yourself too harshly, it is natural to care for your parents' marriage." He smiled.

"Still, I have my own place now, my mom and little sister live together, and my dad has moved out of state." 

"I'm sorry Paige." His tone sincere.

She shrugged the whole thing off with a smile. "I appreciate it. But what about you professor? How come you're not wearing your wedding ring anymore?"

Oh she noticed, maybe that was what made her so forward all of a sudden. "My wife and I split too, we had married too early."

"Sorry to hear that, professor." She cast her eyes down. He had a feeling she wasn't surprised by the news, and wasn't sorry at all.

The lunch went on with a lot of giggling on her part and a bit of embarrassment on his. His imagination was now running freely on everything he would gladly do to this student of his, but his professional ethic dragged him back on his track, forcing him to reconsider every word he would say.

Even the afternoon lectures went on without a glitch. Paige seemed to carry the weight of late hours lectures way better than him. Her young age paid off, he thought, internally smiling at her comment on his age. Was she really hitting on him? Or was he fooling himself, eager as he was to have her?

The last bell rang, he dismissed the class and turned to Paige sitting at his desk and taking notes. Her look filed away all his doubts. 

She was mindlessly biting her lip, and a look of fake guilt sprung on her face as he caught her ogling. He was aware of his own looks, which had been the reason of many adventures in his youth, but he never imagined younger students falling for him. He passed a hand through his hair and sighed. He had no idea what to do with her, and tried to delay the decision to a moment when his lower head didn't have the control.

"Everything good Paige?" he asked sitting down beside her.

"Sure professor, great lecture, as always." She smirked. "I always learn something from you."

An actual shiver ran down his spine as she said that. "Yes... well... thank you. Do you mind staying for a while and go through the syllabus?" he already knew she would stay, and deep down he knew the moral thing to do was discourage her in any way in her flirting, sending her home now for once. He just couldn't send her away though.

"Of course not!" she beamed. "Anything you need, professor." She grinned again.

She really was a good TA, as soon as she got the hang of it, she started splitting the syllabuses in lectures on her own, seriously taking away loads of work.

It was night nonetheless when they finished. Surely, he worked slower than usual, distracted. Her fingers kept brushing his, little heated glances following every touch, her crossing and uncrossing legs under the table grazed on his more than once, and finally, the top button of her blouse seemed to have come undone.

"I don't know what to say Paige, you've been a great help. I really owe you this night's sleep, we are only finished because of your hard work." He spoke lowly, trying to hide the husk in his voice. The little minx knew how to get a man's attention.

"You're too kind professor. I'm only doing my job."

He shook his head. "No contract could make you stay this late. I'll drive you home, no way I'll let you take the train at this hour."

She gasped. "There's no need to..." she said politely, but it was evident she really looked forward to it.

"Chivalry would truly be dead if I didn't, come on, grab your things."

She quickly gathered her supplies and hurried up to his side. "Thank you so much professor, I dreaded taking the train this late."

He frowned. "Not a good place for a young woman alone, am I right?"

"You are, professor, I've only recently been aware of that. You know, no one would look before..." she said coyly, searching his face for a reaction. 

He blushed and stumbled on his words, unsure of how she would react if he acknowledged her previous looks "I really... can't say..."

She giggled. "No need to be nervous about it, professor. I know how I looked, and how I look now." Her tone clearly changed in the last part, low and deliberately flirty.

"I'm not sure it's my place to comment Paige."

"No one's is going to know, but I'd like your honest opinion." She inquired.

"Paige I..."

"You like my new blouse?" She asked slyly. 

He swallowed hard, trying not to look at her while they walked to his car.

"It's lovely." He tried to calm down, swallowing.

"Hum... wasn't aiming for lovely..." she mumbled.

"What were you aiming for?" he found himself asking.

"Hum... sexy, teasing maybe." She grinned. "Did I succeed?" she asked while walking around the car and sitting in the passenger seat.

In the car, in a closed space, the mood seemed to heat up considerably. "Did I professor?"

"Definitely." He admitted through gritted teeth, daring to look at that damned teasing blouse, and finding her eyes right there to meet his. He couldn't help but grin a little, before going back to normal and pushing it all down.

"Thanks." She smirked. "It means a lot from you." She made herself comfortable in the seat, her legs stretching out. He swallowed while following her curves on her thin figure. He was caught staring by her probing eyes. "Like the new me professor?"

"I'm sorry I..."

She chuckled. "No worries. If I hadn't wanted you to look I wouldn't have dressed like this." She smirked. And he lost it.

He groaned out loud and let his head fall back on the headrest. "Paige, you are killing me." Her behavior was making it difficult for him to file away the inappropriate thoughts he had about his TA. His erection was sure visible under his pants by now.

A giggle came from his right. "Well professor, that was the point."

"You teased me all day" he closed his eyes. "But it'd be completely immoral for me to..."

"To do what professor?" she whispered huskily. "What do you want to do?"

"This is not appropriate..." he straightened his head. "Tell me where you live."

When she didn't answer he turned to her, only to find her mischievously biting her lip, and shaking her head.

"Paige, I need your address to take you home."

"I don't want you to take me home." 

"Jesus..." he groaned. "Where should I take you then?"

"Your house could be good." She grinned shamelessly.

"Paige I can't..." he never finished. His mouth dropped when she boldly undid the second button of her blouse, the first already being open, her breasts, young and firm, were now easy to see, held by a lacy white bra he could make out little of. 

"Yes, professor?" she scooted closer. "You can, I'm an adult, you are an adult, I find you hot, I've dreaming this since day one in freshman year."

This jolted his eyes back to her face. "Have you?" it was his turn to grin. This student wasn't so innocent like she appeared. "But I'm older."

"Only turns me on more." She admitted blatantly. "You're my teacher... could teach me lots of things..." she bit her lip, again.

He sighed heavily. "I'm so going to regret this..." he mumbled, but started the car and made for his house. 

She laughed, whole heartedly, and he found it such a nice sound he couldn't help but grin.



As he pulled in in his driveway, professor Channer couldn't help but take a long look at the young, grinning woman beside him.

"You sure about this Paige?" 

"Never been so sure in my life."

"Let me open your door then." He briskly walked to her side.

"So gallant, professor." 

"William, please." He said offering her his hand to climb off the car.

She grinned wickedly. "I like that you are my teacher, William, I like calling you professor." 

He smirked. "And I was fooled by your innocent looks all these years... but I'm not your teacher anymore."

"Then no one can blame you..." she licked her lower lip.

He felt his cock harden when he saw that. "I'm past caring for that" he closed the distance between them with a single step, her face lifting to meet his. But he left her lips hanging, and swept his arms under her instead. "You've teased me way too much, my turn." He almost growled.

She carelessly wrapped her arms around his neck, and he could feel her heart hammer. 

Was she nervous?

He carried her through the whole house hurriedly, straight to the bedroom. Halfway through he caught her lips with his. "Tour later." He groaned.

She grinned in the kiss. 

He let her on her feet once in the bedroom, and closed the door behind them. The light was dim in the room. 

"Now Paige..." he caught her hip with a hand and her head with the other. "Were you having fun teasing me?"

"Yes..." she moaned, feeling his erection pressed on her pelvis. "I always wanted you to see me like a woman and not a child..."

He grinned and lowered his eyes, from where he was he could see all the way down her chest. "I see a beautiful woman." His hand deftly undid the remaining buttons of her blouse, then brushed it away from her shoulders, leaving her bra-clothed breasts exposed.

He grabbed hold of both of them and felt their firmness, enjoying her little squeal. One hand pressed her close on her back, then rode up her spine, unclipped the bra in the way and fisted in the back of her hair, pulling her head behind.

He kissed her, his tongue invading her mouth. God did she taste good! Her hands flew over his neck and pulled at his hair, moaning into the kiss. Her hand shakily moved to his chest to undo his shirt, while he held her close and bit on her neck tenderly.

"I have a feeling you are nervous, Paige." he murmured in the crook of her neck.

She blushed. "You were like my high school crush professor... only in college. This feels unreal"

He grinned, squeezing her backside and grinding on her hips. "Feels real to me."

She smiled, but her breathing picked up. "You were the one I always fantasized about, you know... while masturbating." He couldn't believe she just said that.

The thought of her laying on the bed, legs spread, a hand fondling herself, moaning his name was just too much. "Oh for fuck's sake..." he groaned and crushed her lips with his. His hands pressed her behind against him, making her moan when his erection pressed on the apex of her thighs.

"Please..." she whispered. "Touch me..."

He grinned and gladly undid her jeans, his hands sliding over her hips while slipping them off. Astonished, he found a see through thong matching the bra underneath, and she was shaved.

He picked her up and laid her on the bed, she was panting, her eyes fixed on his.

"You are beautiful, you know that right?"

A sheer grin found its way on her lips. "Thank you." She did know, she made sure of it.

He didn't break eye contact, and dragged his nails down her thighs, then up again, up to those teasing panties...

"You made me crazy today...." He smirked, pulling the almost transparent cloth down her smooth legs, feeling wetness on it. He groaned. "I wanted to fuck you right on my desk... hearing you moan my name in the empty classroom.

"I could see it... in your eyes, while we worked. I tried to tempt you, to make you touch me, but you were so controlled. I wanted this for so long. I waited..." She murmured, then looked shocked over to him, who was inhaling on her panties.

"God, you're wet." 

"It's your fault... I was wet all day thinking of this." he dragged a finger on her smooth, slick folds. She groaned.

Teasing her clit with gentle touches, he tentatively probed her tongue around her slit, making her moan. "Oh god... please..."

"So eager...Miss Johnson." He grinned before working her nub with the flat of his tongue, his fingers getting easier access every second at her soaked entrance.

"If only you knew William..." she whispered so lowly he wasn't sure she said it for real. "Oh professor! Yes..." She groaned as his fingers finally slipped in, her tight walls engulfing them.

"Soon miss Johnson, soon... you're so tight." He was amazed at this beautiful girl unraveling before his eyes. 

"Yeah it's... been a while." She said softly, ragged moans coming out of her parted lips.

As he nibbled on her clit, she came shuttering on his hand, grinding on it, riding her orgasm.

He took the chance to remove his hand and discard his own clothes. Left in his boxers, he climbed on the bed beside her.

She rolled over on him and taking hold of the waistband. "I want to taste you..." she whispered, meeting his eyes with a sly look on her face. Her slender fingers dragged his boxers down and slowly exposed his erect cock. She gawked shamelessly.

"You alright?" he chuckled.

"I just hope it's gonna fit." She blushed at the comment that escaped her mouth.

He smiled and actually chuckled. 

She grinned at him and wrapped her hand around him, making him groan at the contact with her warm fingers.

He grinned, laid back and enjoyed her hand rubbing him, letting out groans of excitement. He actually growled when her warm mouth wrapped around his head. "Whoa... Paige..." he panted as he bobbed her head and worked her tongue over him. She pushed as far as she could, gagging on him, making him twitch, close to the point of no return, groaning herself when his hand pressed her head down. 

"Paige... Oh God... stop." He lifted her by her arms, laying her on her back.

She grinned and relaxed her arms above her head "I'm on the pill by the way."

He grinned, glad he got to feel her around him with no barriers. "Straight A student as always." He hovered over her slim body and kissed her lips. "Ready Miss Johnson?" 

"Have been for years, professor..." she breathed.

Steadily, he pushed in her, giving her time to adjust to his size. 

But he soon encountered a barrier, and realized what her worries had meant, her tightness.

"Paige... why didn't you tell me?"

"Tell you..."

"That you're a virgin." He stilled, only an inch inside her, and lowered his face to her. "Why didn't you tell me?"

She closed her eyes and sighed. "I... feared it would be a problem... you're so experienced, you've been married and everything, and until this last summer no one would look at me..." she was frantically letting it all out, and he could see a tear slide down her cheek from her closed eyelid.

He interrupted her rant with a passionate kiss, one hand holding her face as his thumb dried to tear away.

"Paige. I don't mind. I actually feared the little innocent student had disappeared."

She sadly smiled. "I fear she's always here somehow, even under the stylish clothes and fit body... I had never gotten this far with anyone." She looked away.

William brushed his lips softly on her collarbone. "I am honored Paige, to be your first. That is if you are still sure about this."

"I am! Please William... Professor." She bored her eyes into his, and he groaned.

"Fuck." He buried his face in the crook of her neck. "I'm sorry this is going to hurt baby." He pushed forward and felt the barrier giving way, just as it did, she let out a sharp cry, and he swiftly silenced it with a kiss. He kept moving forward, slowly, ever so slowly and so torturing for him.

Her tightness threatened to make him explode every second.

"You alright?" he breathed in her ear.

"I think so..." she groaned, half in pain, half welcoming the new sensation. "Move Professor, please."

His cock twitched inside her, and he retreated a little, only to thrust back in, grunting. "I can't say no to anything if you ask me that way." 

She moaned, her back arching off the bed, hips meeting his. "Professor..."

He practically growled, and finally drove into her at full force, making her gasp. His eyes shot her a worried gaze, but she only answered with a deep moan and rolled her eyes back.

She let out moans at each thrust, mixing with own groans and growls.

She moaned a inch from his lips "I feel so... full."

He smirked ad bit her lower lip while retreating a few inches, then pushing back in at full force. 

"Oh God... she groaned."
But William slid out of her making both wince. "Turn around baby, on your stomach."

She complied, and shot him a glance over her shoulder.

He laid back on top of her, his elbows holding him up. "Spread your legs."

He was soon between her thighs again, his tip teasing her entrance as she moaned, burying her face in the sheets.

"Oh please..."

"Please what?"

"Please... fuck me, Professor." She added coyly, knowing his reaction would be what she wanted.

He groaned. "Such dirty language with your Professor, Miss Johnson, maybe you do deserve a lesson." He smirked and rammed in her all at once.

She screamed in the mattress, something that resembled his name. he was buried in her to the hilt, and started fucking her furiously, taking his revenge for all that teasing, her ass pressing on his stomach.

"Oh God... Professor I..." she broke off, ragged breaths exiting her mouth.

He growled, biting the flesh behind her neck. "Cum for me baby, I'm so ready."

"Professor... William!" she screamed as her wall clenched tightly on his cock, and he let out a final grunt, spilling himself inside her, his arms holding her figure underneath him.

When they recovered their breaths, William rolled off her and laid on his back next to her.

"You said you live alone now Paige?"

"I have a roommate" she turned to him. "But I don't live with my parents anymore. Why?"

"Would your roommate mind if you spent the night?" he pulled her closer, her face nuzzling in his chest. He felt her grin.

"I don't think so, I'll just text her to tell her I'm not coming home." She placed a kiss on his chest. "Thank you, Professor. It's kind of you to let me stay."

He chuckled. "No, it's very selfish of me." He propped himself up on an elbow. "I like having you in my bed. Would you object staying here more often?"

The smile that lit up her face told him everything he needed to know. She did say she had had a crush on him for years...

He planted a kiss on her lips. "Great, it's settled, consider this your house." He grinned at her astonished face. "Sleep baby, you'll need it."