The Master's Lessons

by Isadora Rose

  No sooner had that disturbing fact nestled into her mind than he bent low to deliver a gentle kiss to the small of her back, his lips like velvet against her skin; a glorious contrast to the tickle of his moustache. Amelia was powerless to stop herself from imagining that juxtapose somewhere far more erotic and sensitive instead. That dark image of his mouth assaulting her cunt tantalised her, sending a rush of wet heat to that precise area and wrenching another agonised cry from her still parted lips, this one filled with a desire he clearly recognised.

  Cooper drew a sharp breath through his clenched teeth as he walked around the desk and reached across to fist her hair, yanking her head backwards so she had no choice but to expose her bare breasts to the dark hunger in his eyes. Her nipples stiffened under the force of his stare, and though his eyes widened, when he spoke again his voice was impassive once more.

  “Very good. Now place your hands in the small of your back and hold them there.”

  The matching lust in his eyes was a deep and searing thrill. Though the movement held her breasts up in offering to him, she did as he demanded and did not flinch away, even when he took his seat again and reached his free hand out to brush against each nipple in turn.

  The torture was near impossible to bear without satisfaction. Amelia fisted her hands behind herself, digging her fingers into the palms of her hands as she bit back a desperate plea for him to deliver far more than that gentle touch.

  The headmaster shrugged off his jacket, then loosened the top button of his starched white shirt. “My dear Miss Montague,” he said hoarsely, “I must confess that I find you eminently delectable – and, I am afraid, most entirely spankable.”

  Cooper ran the tip of his thumb across the small leather paddle at the end of the crop; the paddle that she knew would soon be caressing the sensitive skin of her buttocks. Overcome by the conflicted sensations that now ruled her, Amelia’s head rolled to the side as she gazed across at him in a mute appeal he clearly understood.

  “Indeed, my dear; perhaps we should get down to business now. Stay as you are, do you understand?”

  “Y-yes, sir.”

  The corners of his thin lips quirked back, and the unspoken tension between the two of them intensified yet further when he rose to his feet again and came to stand behind her. She closed her eyes tightly in fearful anticipation of the first blow, but to her outraged incredulity the headmaster slowly lifted her skirt and the petticoat beneath to bunch around her waist.

  Yet somehow, the words she wanted to say to stop him would not come. Instead, Amelia found herself a powerless slave to the desire she felt for him against her will; if this precursor to what was sure now to follow was what Cooper wanted, then she would allow it. For reasons she could not comprehend, this submission to the headmaster’s will aroused her far more than anything she had ever felt before.

  He inhaled sharply when she pushed back against him, revelling in the line of fire he left beneath his hands as they glided across the thin silk of her stockings and came to rest on the sensitive skin of the inside of her thighs, pulling them further apart then skimming over the damp outline of her cunt. Amelia knew he must surely have realised how aroused his stolen caresses had left her, but he passed no comment on it. Instead, he rested the palm of his left hand on her buttocks, and the warmth of his skin against hers made her realise how ill-equipped her summer bloomers were to defend her against the blows that were soon to come. The light cotton was so thin as to be negligible.

  Cooper seemed to have reached the same conclusion, for before he drew the crop back he gently touched the side of her free face to seek her attention. “I will not be too rough with you, Miss Montague; I will deliver nothing I think you unable to bear. Cry out if it eases your pain, for here in the cottage none will hear you but I.”

  And with that ominous promise, he struck.

  Amelia had never been whipped before – a handful of gentle spankings as a misbehaving child were the full extent of the corporal punishment she had received before today. The sharp and stinging pain caught her unawares, and she did cry out loudly into the polished wood of the desktop, her startled moan in time with the second crack of the whip as the leather found its target. As the pain faded each time, though, something far more powerful and pleasurable forcibly arose to stake its claim on her. Each time she clenched and released against the pain, the blazing fire that Cooper had awoken inside her was stoked further. Her body burned from head to toe with a desperate arousal, one that could be satisfied by only one person.

  He seemed to be unaware as yet of her unexpected reaction to the punishment he was meting out, though his breath had grown shallower still as he delivered blow after blow with the riding crop. He switched between each cheek in a steady, effortless rhythm, waiting until the skin flamed beneath the firm blows he rained down before turning his attention to the other and allowing the tender flesh a chance to recover. Each time that he did, though, the precipice of ecstasy Amelia found herself upon receded, and when the tension slipped away only to build once more, she could withstand it no longer.

  “S-sir,” she gasped, twisting her head back to look up at him and making no effort to conceal the desire she knew was written so clearly upon her flushed face. “Sir, please!”

  His grey eyes widened in furious disbelief. “I will not stop until I am ready, Miss Montague!”

  “And I am not asking you to do so, Mr. Cooper! Please...” she drew a deep breath and closed her eyes tightly before speaking the words that would surely damn her. “Please, sir, do not stop. It feels far too sweet for me to want you to stop!”

  Cooper’s hoarse, incoherent groan led her to suspect that whilst he had not expected or intended for her to take pleasure from his punishment of her, the fact that she was only heightened his own enjoyment of his dominance of her. He applied himself to the task at hand with ever more enthusiasm and she responded in like, arching her back to meet his blows and allowing her loud cries to fly from her mouth unrepressed as each stroke of the leather against her buttocks drove her closer to the peak she sensed was so torturously near.

  Amelia was convinced that her body was mere moments from attaining the forceful orgasm it had craved ever since the headmaster’s hand had closed around her wrist, but just as she tensed and threw her head back, he tossed the whip aside and doubled over to lean against the wall, battling for breath there for a few moments as she sobbed in frustration before he strode around the desk without speaking.

  Cooper retook his seat and beckoned her into his lap as he reached into one of the desk’s drawers with his other hand. Her legs were trembling wildly, but the pull to obey him was irresistible despite her disbelieving fury that he had left her so near, yet so far from all she yearned for. With a low, pained whimper, she followed him across the study and dropped into his waiting lap as her hot flush deepened further.

  His arm snaked around her waist and his hand pressed down against the curve of her bare abdomen to keep her near as the closed fist of his other hand brushed against the tips of her breasts to elicit a fresh moan from the back of her throat.

  “Good girl,” he said softly. “I will stop striking you now, my adorable little masochist, for the delicious colour your sweet buttocks have taken on tells me that the crop has had its desired impact. However, you will wear these for the rest of our conversation.”

  Still fighting for breath, Amelia shuddered uncontrollably as Cooper’s fist opened to reveal two tiny brass clamps. “Wear them, sir?”

  “Indeed – just here.” He touched each painfully stiff nipple in turn, and before she could even attempt to gather her wits and twist away from him, he had snapped a clamp onto each to pinch her nipples between the cold metal.

  “Oh!” Startled into obedience by the sharp twist of powerful arousal that sped outwards from the clamps to inflame her lust for him afresh, she pushed down against him as a smug smile broke out on his face.

  “As I thought, then. Maybe you will take as much pleasure from
these as you did my crop. But relax now, Miss Montague. I want you to listen to me and pay close attention to this lesson.”

  Awed by and no little afraid of the sensations that streaked through her underneath his command, she was helpless to deny him even the smallest boon. “Yes, sir,” she whispered, and he nodded in grim satisfaction before he spoke again.

  “You are my employee and my responsibility...in short, you are mine. Anything you have need of, you are to come to me for. No-one else, do you understand?”

  “Do you mean -”

  “Oh, yes.” Cooper’s black scowl stole a beat of her heart, and his hands settled around her waist as he sought out her wide eyes with his own. “Anything, and everything. You are to see Lord Frederick no longer, Miss Montague; this infatuation must stop. I will not stand for it! I am not a man accustomed to being disobeyed – and nor do I share what is mine.”

  “I am not yours!”

  He shifted the chair forward to pin her between his heated body and the wood as his hands shot up to forcefully grope at her breasts, then tweaked each tiny clamp to wrench another lustful cry from her against her will.

  “You think?” he said, his eyes now flashing with a barely-controlled fury as his fingers dug into her breasts hard enough to leave bruises on the tender flesh; a fact that only heightened her arousal yet further. “On the contrary, Miss Montague, I rather think that you are – and your body knows that, even if your mind will not yet accept it. A woman like you needs the hand of an experienced man to coax from her the full heights of pleasure that her body can give to her. I am that man. With your permission or without it, I will have you.”

  “Now?”

  The breathless word fell from Amelia’s lips with no conscious control, and he laughed quietly with no mirth or delight. “Not now, no. It would hardly be a punishment if I followed it up by giving you all that you want, would it?”

  She grimaced as she battled with the compulsion to push her breasts further into his hands. “Then when do you intend to force yourself on me?”

  “Oh, I do not think there will be any force required – or at least, none you will not enjoy. In time, my dear. I and I alone will decide when. You may remove the clamps and redress yourself now, Miss Montague. I shall escort you back to the school. Once there I suggest you think over your lesson before the time comes when I will send for you, for when I do so you will come.”

  III.

  Lesson Three

  Amelia paced back and forth in agitation as the sun slowly sank beneath the horizon, her eyes flickering every few moments towards the pink and amber sky in search of that which had not yet appeared. Four hours had passed now since Cooper had delivered her back to the school with one last whispered, lascivious threat of all they would share, and despite Freddie’s imminent arrival, it had been the headmaster who consumed her mind.

  Even if she had been able to forget him and all he had done to her, his touch had left a physical brand on her that was impossible to ignore – something he had intended, no doubt. The intimate nature of the aches and pains he had left her with ensured that since they had parted, she had been plagued by a permanent, simmering undercurrent of arousal that would not abate. It was not him she would turn to in order to have it satisfied, though, for the lord Cooper knew she was seeing was due to arrive at any moment.

  Amelia had no intention of giving her lover up for the sake of the headmaster’s unwanted and salacious demands. She would simply have to be more careful when Freddie came to visit. In truth, the added danger only thrilled her all the more – and to her frustration, the prospect of another encounter like the one she and Cooper had earlier shared should he catch them again quickened her breath and stirred a forceful throb of arousal deep down in her core.

  She wished fervently that her body had not responded to his stolen, rough caresses the way that it had, but the truth of the matter was that even imagining allowing the headmaster to touch her so again was enough to tear a low cry from her parted lips as her hand moved up of its own accord to brush against the curve of her breasts. She had not yet replaced the corset that Cooper had torn away from them, and her nipples stood out sharply through the lightweight summer blouse that was all now covering them.

  Her head rolled to the side as a shiver of desire sped through her still heated veins, but before she could act upon it a rustle of movement from the small balcony caught her attention. Her heart leapt wildly as, with a small smile that spoke of all he intended to do to her, Lord Frederick pushed the drapes aside and slipped gracefully into her room.

  “Freddie!”

  With a low sob, Amelia flew into his waiting arms and allowed him to wrap them around her. His mouth instantly descended upon her throat, and she stretched her arms out above her head in willing supplication to the man whom she idolised. As well as his title, Freddie has been blessed with classical good looks and an easy charm that had made him impossible to resist when their paths had crossed in the local town some two months ago. Lean and muscular – a fact which no doubt aided his weekly ascents up a rope to her rooms – he was whispered of as the most eligible bachelor in the entire county, but it was her he had chosen to become his lover. Of late, he had even hinted that it would soon be far more.

  However hard he tried, she was determined not to allow Cooper to ruin this for her, yet somehow even now the deviant headmaster filled her mind. Even as she tensed in frustration, though, Freddie seemed oblivious to her turmoil. He deepened the kiss further, transferring his mouth to claim hers as his tongue thrust into her mouth and he swallowed her loud moan. His hands snaked upward to cup her breasts through her blouse, and in an instant her aching nipples stiffened afresh through the silk as he finally broke the kiss.

  “Mmm,” he said with an appreciative groan, stripping the blouse away without seeking permission to expose her breasts to the hunger in his eyes. “No corset tonight? Lovely, darling – it seems you are as keen to get down to business as I am.”

  Amelia knew she had to tell him what had happened before he noticed for himself the marks that Cooper had left behind. “But Freddie -”

  “Sssh, sweetheart,” he said as he wound his hands through her hair and guided her to her knees. “Talking later, please! We have all the time in the world, after all –”

  “Ah, but there you are mistaken.”

  “Mr. Cooper, sir!”

  Freddie leapt away from her as if he was once more a schoolboy caught dipping his quill in another boy’s inkpot. The colour drained from her face when she looked up into the grim face of the headmaster as he strode towards the two of them, pocketing the master key he clearly possessed as the bedroom door swung closed in his wake.

  When he finally came to a halt in front of them, Cooper’s mirthless smile struck terror into Amelia’s heart as he held out a hand to help her back to her feet. To protest would be useless, she knew that, and so she simply shuddered as she placed her slender hand in his and gave herself over to the inevitable.

  The headmaster pulled her possessively near then glanced down to make a full account of her state of undress. His eyes briefly settled upon the small bruises on her breasts and darkened in shared memory, but when he lifted his head again there was nothing in his intent stare but a menacing rage. “It seems we have here a veritable Romeo in the making, Miss Montague. Have you not yet told him that he is forbidden from coming here now, or did the two of you distract each other?”

  Before she could even try to form a reply past the lump now constricting her throat, Freddie came forward again to try in vain to tear her out of Cooper’s arms. “What in God’s name do you think you are doing, sir?” he said hotly as the headmaster’s restraint of her tightened.

  “Putting an end to this debauchery, Lord Frederick,” Cooper spat. “I know you have been coming to my young French mistress for some time now – one of the prefects when questioned yesterday told me he had seen you in the grounds some three weeks ago. Miss Montague caught your eye upon your return from Lo
ndon, I suppose? You always were a fool for a pretty face.”

  The acerbic tang of the headmaster’s sharp words made Freddie wince, much to Amelia’s irritation. The years between the two men suddenly seemed far more defined, and her rapid assessment of that brought the senior of the two out on top. As she shivered in fear of the conclusion of that fact, Cooper glanced down at her again.

  “Have you something to say, Miss Montague?”

  “Yes!”

  A ghost of a smile played upon his lips as Freddie stammered wordlessly behind them. “Then speak, my dear. You have my permission to do so.”

  Her breath hitched, for the headmaster’s eyes had now locked onto hers. She could do nothing to look away from him, for behind his rage now she could see the full depth of his lust for her – and it was mesmerising. Yet this was wrong. It was Freddie she wanted, not Cooper. “I love him!” she burst out as a pair of tiny, hot tears broke away from her eyes to snake down her bloodless face. “Sir, please...whatever mistaken impression you might have received, I beg of you to forget it, for it is Freddie I want and Freddie I love!”

  The headmaster breathed in sharply, and his tenuous grip on his temper was all too plain. She feared for a moment that he would strike her, but instead he chose to resort to a far more devious method of making his point. He lowered his head towards hers and took a step nearer so that her breasts were pressed up against his jacket, and when she tensed in his arms, his low ripple of laughter sped through her as if her body was no more or less now than an extension of his.

  Amelia clenched her lips together to stifle the lustful cry that would betray her, but he seemed to know all that was hovering between them unsaid. His fingers slowly traced the length of her bare spine, and to her consternation she felt herself fall slave to a desire far stronger than anything she had ever felt for Freddie. Cooper finally unleashed a soft snort of triumph as his hand reached its destination and settled far too intimately upon the flare of her waist, but he made no mention of the way she had reacted to his touch.