by A. M. Hess
Her previous wetness combined with the condom’s lubrication allowed her to take him fully in one thrust. She sat atop him with her eyes closed enjoying the feeling of him filling her. After a moment she said, “Do you remember the last lesson of denying yourself for a greater reward?”
“Yes, Mistress, I do.” He said through clenched teeth.
She lifted from him and stood beside his outstretched body. She had the riding crop in her right hand. Adam had no idea where she had hid it or how she had retrieved it. His eyes showed that he knew he was bound and restrained with no way to defend himself. Kelly was certain that a small amount of fear drifted through him. She said, “I’m glad you remember.” The cool leather of the crop’s tongue glided along the underside of his testicles. He flinched but was unable to move further.
“It’s my understanding that you denied yourself last week while studying films and working on strength. Is this correct?” She straddled him again and let the crop rest on his chest while she hovered.
“Yes, Mistress, that’s correct.” He sighed.
“And what was the benefit?” She teased him by lightly rubbing her wetness on his straining erection.
“We won the game, Mistress.” He said staring into her eyes.
“Correct, Mr. Carlson, You were rewarded.” And on the final word she slid fully onto him once again. He groaned his appreciation. “Now that you understand how it works you will have to deny yourself again for your next reward.” She lifted from him until only the tip remained and then slowly lowered herself to a sitting position. “You deserve a bit of a reward for the effort you put forth last week. I was impressed and so was the coach. But you must please me first or you will be disciplined. I fear that you are not in a position to defend yourself. Unfortunately you will have to do your very best to earn this reward without physical punishment.” She slid up and back down his length again. “Let’s do our best, shall we?”
“Yes, Mistress”, he replied and breathed deeply.
Up and down Kelly moved, slowly and gracefully. It was rare for her to have a man this way and when the time was right she wanted to enjoy every second of it. Her eyes closed and she threw her head back softly moaning with each downward thrust. She felt him growing inside her and said, “How are you doing Mr. Carlson?”
“Getting very close, Mistress. It feels so good.” His voice was close to a whisper, thin and reedy.
She lifted off him, moving to his side. He was panting and trying to control his breathing as well as his release. Playfully she lightly swatted his stiff cock with the flimsy leather tongue of the crop. He twisted and jumped fully expecting more than the light taps she delivered. With another light tap on the testicles, she giggled saying, “As I pointed out, you have no means to defend yourself. Now let’s try again and please concentrate this time.”
Mounting him again she wasted no time in regaining her rhythm. Up to the tip and down to the hilt over and again she worked him for her pleasure. Adam closed his eyes, controlled his breathing and tried to relax. He clearly understood the punishment waiting for him if he was finished too soon. As the familiar tightening began in her stomach, Kelly discarded the crop letting her hands wander over her bare breasts and into her thick hair. She was on the edge of her own climax and as the electric sensations reached their zenith she screamed, “Now!”
The single command sent Adam into a bucking convulsion. He pulled at his bindings trying to bury himself as deeply as possible into his mounted instructor. His spasms and forceful writhing sent her spinning into a deep powerful orgasm. The room around them seemed to disappear and their screams of passion filled the remaining void.
When the natural world reappeared, she was still straddled on her student with his member withering inside her. She dismounted on weak legs and unhooked his hands. With her last remaining bit of strength, Kelly slumped on to the sofa exhausted. You can take off those restraints and you are free to go.”
“Yes, Mistress”, was all he could whisper. Adam unbuckled the leather shackles and tossed the used condom in a nearby waste can. He was clearly satisfied by the experience.
As he dressed, Professor Shaw finished the lecture. “I hope that you enjoyed your reward.” She smiled but didn’t wait for a response. “You have the attention of some very influential people now. I want to encourage you to stay the course and continue to deny simple pleasures for the greater rewards that are obviously waiting for you. Your performance on and off the field will be followed closely from this point forward. Practice constantly, think before you act and thoughtfully consider before you speak. The season will be over soon and its success is yours for the making, Mr. Carlson.” He was dressed, standing and listening carefully. “You are dismissed. I will see you again after the A&T game. Good luck.”
He gave her a slight bow, “Thank you Mistress.” He paused and then added, “For everything.”
Chapter Eight
Saturday afternoon brought another football game, and thanks to Brenda Cook, another trip to the All-Star Club. Kelly invited Donna Milton to join her and the two women were warmly welcomed by the staff of the club. They knew both women by name and greeted them as soon as they stepped off the elevator. Melissa was in attendance and showed them to their table.
Brenda Cook intercepted them half way through the club. Kelly dismissed Melissa saying they could find their seats. “I am so happy to see you both.” She stood and hugged each of them. “Last week’s game seems to have set the tone for what we expect from the rest of the season. Your young man, Adam Carlson, was the epitome of a gentleman student athlete in the post game interview. It was on local and national news as well as Sports Center. The kid had made a real splash and we are so proud to have him representing our university.”
Walking to the bar as they chatted, Kelly responded. “Well, he is an amazing young man, but I don’t think of him as mine in any fashion.” She lied attempting to cover it with modesty.
As they ordered drinks, Brenda said, “Well Dear, that may be true, but you have Coach Norris, Tom and the rest of the boosters thinking of you as a miracle worker. For years now you have taken the toughest of cases and turned them around, never asking for anything in return and never taking credit. It’s time that all changed. Tom and I have worked behind the scenes to make this the best school in the Big Ten; we’re both alumni as well as all of our children. We want nothing but the best for the school and the kids. It’s not often that someone comes along who is willing to work as hard for the same goals. We feel, when that happens, the person working with us should be duly compensated. We don’t have the ability to increase salaries, so we work with others, many here today to provide extra benefits.”
Like these tickets, Kelly thought. “Thank you for the kind words and as much as I appreciate it, I want you to know that it’s not necessary. Being an educator is all I ever wanted to be. Being offered a position here was more than I could have dreamed.”
“That’s what I’m talking about, selfless, modesty all for the greater good of the university. I just love it!” Brenda gave Kelly a pat on the hand. The three women stood at the bar and chatted a few more minutes. It interested Kelly that people she didn’t know or had never met would say hello to her by name.
An elderly couple walked past, both nodded and the gentleman said, “It’s a pleasure to see you Professor Shaw.” Several others would step to the bar; order drinks and address her in the same manner. She had become the local celebrity of sorts without knowing it.
After Brenda left them in order to mingle with the crowd, Kelly and Donna filled their plates at the buffet. As before, they ate outdoors while watching the last of the team warm ups. Donna said, “It appears that you’ve become somewhat famous here.” She grinned taking another bite of food.
Kelly raised her eye brows, “Yeah and I’m not sure what to think about it. Brenda seems nice, but there’s something more behind the mask. I guess all I can do is enjoy it while it lasts. There’s no harm in getting bet
ter seats at the game. You don’t mind coming with me do you?”
“Not at all, on my salary, free food and drinks are always welcome.” They laughed.
Thirty minutes before kickoff they went inside to hear the coach speak to the influential supporters and have another drink. As if on cue, the elevator doors opened and the larger than life personality of Coach Norris poured into the club. Many clapped and cheered send well wishes for another big win. He moved from table to table promising them a good game and hopefully a victory.
By the time he made his way to Kelly a crowd had formed and followed him. He hugged her in his massive arms. “Kelly, I think you’re the best good luck charm a coach could have.” She hugged him back enjoying the attention. He asked, “Have you had time to talk with our new star receiver? If so, any words of advice?” He held her by the shoulders waiting.
She gave him the run down, “When last we spoke, Adam had reviewed half of the available films. He thinks A&T will play a zone defense. So run some crossing patterns, find the seams and hit the receivers in the gaps. They’ll respond with man coverage, use fly routes and out routes to spread the defense. You’ll have to bounce back and forth as they change. Adam says by the second half they’ll double team him, have the QB pull off Adam and look for the open man.”
The crowd around the coach was silent as the new member of the All-Star Club gave her report. Coach Norris pulled her into his arms saying, “I love it! She’s got our kids doing their own scouting report.” The crowd cheered, “I’ll share those insights with the coaching staff.” As he let her go he said, “You are one hell of an asset to this university, and don’t you ever forget that.” He gave her thumbs up and headed for the elevator.
The game opened with A&T kicking off and the first play from scrimmage started at the thirty-five yard marker. Adam Carlson, wearing number 26 was one of two starting receivers. The offense broke from the huddle and lined up to begin the battle. At the snap, both receivers ran to the seam in the zone coverage and darted into the center of the field, a crossing pattern. The quarterback delivered the ball squarely into Carlson’s chest. He caught the ball in stride and had it not been for a lucky single handed trip he would have visited the end zone one the first play. A first down would have to do.
After a few small yardage running plays, the team was forced into another passing play. Again they called for a crossing route and Adam easily reigned in the ball. With blinding speed the kid maneuvered past both safeties and raced tot eh goal line a head of the pack of defenders.
In what was becoming a regular scene, Adam handed the ball to an official and humbly jogged back to the side with his team mates patting him on the helmet. The band played and the cannon blasted announcing the first score of the game. Many around her congratulated Kelly for the insight. “Nice call Professor Shaw”, she heard from behind her and smiled and waved.
The defenses dug in and neither team scored for the remainder of the first quarter. The squads exchanged ends of the field and the game continued. Just as predicted the A&T defense moved to man coverage. Adam lined up to the far right side of the formation. When the ball was snapped the defender did his best to contain the faster receiver but to no avail. Carlson ran a perfect out route catching the ball and stepping out of bounds with a twenty seven yard gain. Two more running plays tightened the defense bringing them closer to the lanes they assumed would be run through. Once again Adam Carlson faced down the defending cornerback. He blazed past the young man and when in the open the ball landed gracefully in his hands. With little effort he coasted into the end zone for the second and last score of the half.
The All-Star Club was ecstatic with their team’s first half performance. Brenda Cook returned to Kelly’s table with a bottle of champagne for a half time celebration. “Well done, Professor Shaw.” They raised glasses in a toast. “It was exactly as you called it, crossing routes followed by out routes and then a go route! Two scores and a shutout, how did you do it?” Brenda asked.
“Again, I didn’t do anything with exception of giving a young man access to his natural abilities. He needed to know what was expected of him and how to achieve it, Adam Carlson did the rest. I will meet with him next week and praise him for his knowledge, hard work and overall performance. He’ll be rewarded and that’s all any student athlete wants, direction, acknowledgement and reward.” She raised her glass again.
Brenda shook her head, “Such modesty. I just want to know how you do it. You have something special the kids take to, something they respond well to. I wish I knew what it was.” She sipped her champagne, “Perhaps I could attend one of your private lessons sometime?”
“As much as I’d like that, it’s the first rule I share with the student, private lessons are private. It gives them a safe space to explore and question. They find that what was not there before can be found in this new and empty space of learning. It seems to be working.” Kelly smiled politely hoping desperately that she had averted a confrontation.
“You’re right, and if it’s not broken…” Brenda smiled and leaned in to hug Kelly. “You just let me know if you ever change your mind. Now let’s see another good half of football!” And like a social butterfly, Brenda Cook fluttered off to another group of people.
When she was gone Donna said, “I think she wants to crash your party.” They laughed but Kelly was uneasy about the request. Thankfully the second half began and she was able to forget and concentrate on the game.
The second half of the game was a variation of the first. The A&T defense had no answer for the speed of Adam Carlson. They tried zone coverage, man coverage and when they double teamed him, he would guide the defenders away from the open receivers. The sports announcers called it ‘a clinic of perfection’ and ‘textbook style beat down’. At the final whistle the score was 42 to 3, the A&T offense had produced one three point field goal of total offense.
The Club was a cacophony of cheers and clapping until the closed circuit television changed to the image of Coach Norris and his star receiver Adam Carlson. The coach made a few opening remarks but the nation wanted to hear from their new star. A reporter opened the questioning, “Adam, how were you able to pick apart the defense? It was if you knew their next move before they did.”
The camera zoomed to a full screen of Adam Carlson’s sweaty face and matted hair. He said, “First I’d like to thank the coaching staff for providing all the tools we need to be a great team. Next you have to look at the locker room full of hard working guys who make this possible every week. Robbie had a great day at quarterback, Stan, Tommy and Mike had some big hits that really turned the tide and kept A&T out of the end zone. It was a complete team effort and those guys need to hear it. Other than that, I was able to get in some study time on films and we prepared based on what we saw. They’re a good squad, but I think we were just a little better prepared for today.”
In the All-Star Club the boosters commented on the poise and good nature of the kid on the television screen. He gave credit and took time to acknowledge the school, the staff and the team. They viewed him as humble, modest and insightful. “Sounds like the image of you Professor Shaw.” It was Brenda Cook again. “You have made him in your like image.” She said paraphrasing a bible verse. “You ladies have a good weekend and with luck I’ll see you sometime this week.” Before Kelly could ask what she meant, Brenda Cook disappeared into the crowd.
Chapter Nine
The school was buzzing the following week. Adam Carlson had set a new freshman record for most passing yards in a single game. The football team was undefeated. The boosters and alumni were both ecstatic and through it all, many credited Professor Kelly Shaw the success.
Tuesday morning after class Professor Shaw returned to her office to grade papers and to make herself available to students in need of her counsel. The crisp autumn day made for a nice walk across the campus and reminded her of why she began a life as an educator. Life for these kids was the university, everything they kne
w existed within the campus walls and prepared them for real life beyond. She loved her career and was happy that she and the administration had come to a compromise regarding student athletes. If she couldn’t teach them English Literature, she could impart other lessons. She smiled and unlocked her office door.
The office was filled with books, papers, and periodicals piled on the desk and various shelves and filing cabinets. It was crowded and overflowing but it was also home to her and her students during normal classroom hours. Kelly unloaded the next wave of papers she received for grading. With several hours free before her next class, she secretly wished for the students to leave her alone. There was enough time to finish the freshman term papers and get in an hour or so of reading, one of the few personal thing she enjoyed.
From her bag she produced her latest literary venture into erotic fiction. The book was titled ‘Wanting Control – Secret Chronicles Series Book #1’. The main character was considering an extra-marital affair in which she would be the controlling sexual partner, but she desired the male to be her submissive servant as well. The book allowed the reader to see inside the life of the main character and her fantasies of sexually controlling the men in her life. Many of the female administrators were reading the book, but most were attempting to keep it secret.
Kelly took her seat and dug into the stack of papers. With five papers graded she reached for the sixth as there was a knock on the door. So much for getting in some reading today, she thought as she said, “Come in.” The door pushed open and there in her office stood Brenda Cook.