Detention

by Stephanie Williams

  “Why all dressed up? Not that I’m complaining,” Brett quickly added.

  “Well, you kept saying tonight was special, and I thought maybe I should dress the part.”

  “Funny you should mention dressing the part,” Brett said, taking Mia’s arm.

  “You’re still not going to tell me what’s going on, are you?”

  “Nope. Besides, you’re still my sub. You’re not to ask questions, remember?”

  Brett escorted her to the car. Mia quietly got in, and they drove off. Back at Brett’s, she seemed to relax a bit. That will soon change, Brett mused to himself.

  Mia turned to him with a questioning stare.

  “Go on.”

  “Don’t you want me to get into whatever sub outfit you have for me?”

  “That can wait.” Brett wrapped his arm around her shoulder. “Mia, are you happy with this relationship?”

  “Brett, I care about you, and these few weeks have been fascinating, but….”

  “But what?”

  “I don’t know, Brett; something is holding me back. I know it is. And maybe it’s not just the lifestyle, it’s the relationship in general. Maybe I haven’t fully accepted it like I thought I did.”

  “I know, and that is what tonight is for. Follow me.”

  He led her to the basement but stopped before going in. “Mia, I’ve planed something different, something that will help both of us break through this emotional barrier.”

  Mia gulped audibly.

  “Hunter said the reason we can’t give to each other fully is because we both have some unfinished business. I want to fulfill a schoolboy fantasy I had back then. Something that you weren’t privy to, of course.”

  “Naturally.”

  “I believe if we get past this, all our hang-ups will be over.”

  ***

  Mia couldn’t believe what she was hearing, even though it made sense in the context of their current relationship. She was glad she’d never known of Brett’s desires. She wouldn’t have known how to handle it. His feelings for her were past the puppy love stage back then. To know that a student wanted to tie you up and have sex was way out of line. Her hand would have been forced, and she would have had to contact the proper authorities. Then there would have been a scandal, and because of his family—she could just imagine the media frenzy.

  Luckily, even at that age, Brett did have enough sense not to act on his emotions.

  Fast-forward eight years.

  Even now she felt guilty knowing Brett had had those feelings for her back then. She felt like it was her fault for him getting into trouble. She needed to realize that Brett was responsible for Brett. He did what he’d done because he’d wanted to.

  That was their unfinished business.

  Brett opened the door and let Mia inside. Within two feet of the room, she stopped dead in her tracks.

  “Brett!” She turned to him and saw the grin on his face, along with a hint of concern.

  She turned back to the room. It looked just like her office from eight years ago! Mia slowly walked further in, scanning the room. Her desk, the chairs, the pictures on the wall, everything, down to the last detail, was exactly the same.

  She noticed a garment bag draped over the desk. “What’s that?” She pointed, looking at Brett, who moved to stand next to her.

  “Open it and see.”

  Stunned into disbelief, she pulled out an exact replica of one of the outfits she wore back in the day: long skirt, high-collar blouse, and flat, comfy shoes.

  She turned to Brett.

  “We are going to act out that night I wanted to take you, Mia. And this time, there will be no guilt.”

  Chapter Eighteen

  “How did you get the room so perfect?”

  Brett smiled, obviously very proud of his work. “I could say something romantic, like I remembered every square inch of the room that you occupied all those years, and it’s ingrained in my memory.”

  Mia chuckled lightly.

  “But the truth is I looked at pictures from the yearbook. After that, it was just a matter of remembering little details here and there.”

  Mia picked up the clothes again. “But these clothes?”

  Brett made a face. “Oh, yeah, that. Honestly, I never understood why a woman with a figure like yours would wrap it up in something that simulated burlap. I went to a thrift store for vintage clothing.”

  Mia folded her arms across her chest with the skirt and blouse draped over her arm. “Brett honestly. I was a teacher. Remember?”

  “How could I forget?” He went to her and began stroking her cheek with his thumb. “Now, are you willing to go through with this?”

  Mia looked into his striking blue eyes. No longer was there heated desire in them, just genuine concern and possibly…love?

  “I believe I can. I mean, I have to.”

  “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want. Even in BDSM there is mutual consent. You can’t hold this request to a different standard.” He kissed her forehead. “Of course, the fantasy I told you about a few days ago was benign compared to the dreams I had back then. Those are the ones I want to act out. They’re not as….innocent.

  “I see.” Mia’s eyes went wide.

  “Still willing?”

  Mia nodded and looked at the clothes. “I’ll go change.” She picked up the shoes and headed for the bathroom.

  ***

  Brett let out a sigh of relief. She was going to go through with it, no questions asked. That was barrier number one. The actual acting out of his scenario was another question. He was taking a risk. During the heat of passion, he would say some things that would probably disturb her a bit. Let’s be honest, he mused, what would I do if a student told me that she fantasized about me in class? Then, to top it off, gave a laundry list of the acts she wanted to perform on me?

  Mia’s sensibilities were still somewhat Victorian. These few weeks she’d let her hair down—a lot! But this was as a thirty-seven-old Mia with a twenty-five-year-old Brett. A change in the script—a thirty-one-year-old Mia and an eighteen-year-old Brett, as vice-principal and student, respectively, and in the confines of her office—that would be the real test of their relationship. It was the moment of truth, so to speak. After tonight, everything should be settled and in the open. No guilt, no shame. Hopefully.

  “Mia!” Brett hollered.

  “Yes!”

  “I’ll be right back. After you get through dressing, just come to your desk and act like you normally would at school.”

  “Okay.”

  Brett went behind his desk, which he’d pushed to the corner of the room. He retrieved his bag and proceeded to leave. When he returned, he would be going back in time to the end of his senior year.

  ***

  Mia came out of the bathroom dressed in her costume. She walked over to the full-length mirror in the corner of the room to assess herself. She frowned. Either it was just the sign of the times with fashion changing or these clothes werehideous.

  But Brett had seen something underneath the schoolmarm clothes, as he’d put it. He’d undressed her every day with his eyes as she’d watched him after school for detention. He’d told her that many times, but it had never really registered. Looking at herself and standing in an exact replica of her classroom, she got some idea of what he had been talking about. It should have disturbed her. Instead, she felt a sense of power.

  She had driven a young man wild with lust, even in these atrocious clothes. A little smile crept to her lips. She took one more look at herself then went to her desk. She looked at all the stacks scattered in controlled chaos on her desk and picked up a piece of paper. It was Brett’s midterm paper from Mr. Kendall’s American History class. It was on the industrial revolution. And it wasn’t a replica. He’d kept the original all these years.

  The grade on it was a 100—as usual. Brett had aced all his classes, and Mr. Kendall’s had been the toughest.

  She went to the other
papers on her desk, which were props. She began to “grade” them.

  Then, a knock on the door.

  “Come in.”

  Brett came into the room wearing his typical high school attire: white shirt, tie, and khakis. God, he was gorgeous! He swaggered in and put his gym bag on the floor by her desk. “Ms. Bradford, I’m here for detention.”

  Let the games begin. “Fine. Have a seat over there.” Mia pointed to the chair by the desk and went back to work on her papers.

  “You know, Ms. Bradford, the team needs me out there. We play the Edington Badgers next week!”

  “You should have thought about that before you dropped an ice cube in a bucket of acid in Mr. Traxton’s class. Go have a seat. I’ll have your chores for you in a second.” She looked at him and saw the mischief twirling in his blue eyes.

  He smirked and began to go to his seat. Turning, he said, “Ms. Bradford?”

  Mia sighed. “What, Brett?”

  “I had my eighteenth birthday a few months ago. I’m an adult now.”

  “Happy belated birthday. Maybe you should start acting like an adult. I don’t want to have to tell you again.” She pointed to the chair with her pencil.

  Brett’s smile went up a few notches, his dimples deepening, his eyes darkening. Damn, he was devilish-looking. Mia’s felt her face flush.

  “Ms. Bradford, I plan to act like an adult. Starting tonight.” He went to his bag and pulled out a box. He handed it to her. “For you.”

  Mia took it, looking at him with skepticism. “What’s this?”

  “Open it.”

  She did and was pleasantly surprised. It was an orchid. “Brett, this is beautiful.”

  “An exotic flower for an exotic beauty.”

  Mia quickly looked up at him. “Young man—”

  “Quiet, Ms. Bradford. It’s my turn to talk.”

  Mia opened and closed her mouth. He had balls, that was for sure.

  “You know what I got for my birthday? A watch, some leather boots, some CDs, and a boom box to play them on.”

  “How nice,” Mia said, in a not so matter-of-fact tone. “And why are you telling me this?”

  “I’ve decided to give myself a present. Something more fulfilling. Something more exciting. More decadent.” He sat on the edge of her desk and looked at her with that hot gaze of his.

  “I-I see. Look, Brett—”

  “I’m not finished. You see, I want to share this present with you.”

  “Share…with me?”

  “Yes.” He reached in his bag and pulled out some familiar looking items.

  Oh…my…God. “Brett, what’s that?”

  Brett held a gag and several ropes. “I am going to do to you what I’ve been fantasizing about all semester.”

  Mia swallowed hard. “What are you thinking about doing?”

  “I am going to have my way with you.”

  She put her hand on the phone receiver. “I’m calling security.”

  “Ah, yes. You know it’s amazing what a hundred-dollar bill can buy.”

  “You bribed Henry?”

  “I hate that word. Let’s just say I told him he could have the night off.”

  “You won’t get away with this.”

  “Yes, I will. And you know why? Because I can make you want it.” He raised his hand to stop her before she could say anything else. “I’m not going to force you. I’m not going to tell anyone, either. So why not indulge yourself? Every female here thinks I’m attractive. Don’t you find me attractive?”

  “You’re a student. I am the vice-principal.”

  “I’m of age to consent.” He slowly walked around her desk. “Come on. I promise, no one will find out.”

  Mia swallowed hard again. Instead of the body of a teenager or that awkward period between a boy and a man, Brett was all man. The heavens had smiled on him and blessed him with the physique of a young bodybuilder.

  And the images he planted in her mind! Her on the desk, helpless while he ravaged her. Mia felt herself getting wet, and she squirmed in her seat. Brett must have caught the movement because a wicked grin crept to his lips.

  “You can’t deny it, can you? You do want it.”

  “No,” she said in a tiny whisper. “I won’t allow it.”

  “Protest all you want, but you want it. I can see it in your eyes. No one will hear you scream for help—or scream with pleasure.”

  “You can’t be serious.” Mia tried to gain control of the situation, but she knew it was useless. She did want this.

  “Oh, I am serious. What a sight you’ll be. Can you imagine? After I fuck you so long and hard, making you come over and over, your body draped over the couch, trembling, sweaty, you still calling my name. Can you imagine the look on the cleaning crew’s faces if they catch us?”

  Mia’s body practically went up in flames. The vision was lewd at best, yet it turned her on, igniting every nerve. “Brett, please, be sensible. This is just a crush, like you would have on any teacher.”

  “True, but you’re still a woman. A beautiful, passionate woman. A woman who can appreciate carnal pleasures. Tell me, Ms. Bradford. The thought of a young stud like me fucking you until you can’t see or walk straight, what does that do to you?”

  Mia wanted to go into a full faint. Words that would normally scare her were now turning her on like nothing before. The images were so erotic, forbidden, and sexy. What did it do to her? It made her wet and wanting, that’s what it did to her! “Brett.” She could barely exhale.

  He put the gag and ropes down and began unbuttoning his shirt. “You know, Ms. Bradford, I would love to tell my fellow teammates that I had the vice-principal. That I made her come, made her call out my name. But I won’t tell them; you have my word on that. I don’t want to ruin you or get you in trouble. I also don’t want the other guys to get any ideas. You’re mine. And every time you keep me after school, I will have you—all to myself.” He finished taking of his shirt and threw it down on the floor.

  His body was nothing short of magnificent. Not a blemish, not a muscle out of place. Corded veins ran down his arms. He didn’t have a six-pack, he had an eight pack! His skin was tanned, with a sprinkling of blond hair on his chest. Mia took a chance and looked lower. A trail of blond hair led down to the part she wanted to see most. She quickly looked back up into Brett’s eyes. They twinkled with mayhem and mischief. The grin on his face said more than anything he spoke.

  “You like what you see.” It wasn’t a question. He ran his hand seductively down his chest, down his stomach, as he stalked closer to her.

  She nodded. She was in a sensual trance.

  “Good, then getting you soaking wet shouldn’t be a problem. Get up and take off your clothes. I want you sitting on your desk, facing the door.”

  “Why?” Mia said, rising from her chair.

  “Because I’m going to start off by eating your pussy, and you’ll be in the perfect position. Besides, just imagine a student or a teacher barging in and seeing you in the throes of passion while a student is eating you out.”

  She was going definitely to faint.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Mia slowly took off her clothes. Brett watched intently, afraid to blink for fear of missing something. He reached for her bun to take her hair down quickly. He needed to do something with his hands, or he would rip her clothes to shreds.

  “I always wondered what your hair looks like loose.” Brett stood back as her locks fell gracefully over her shoulders. He gazed at her as if looking at a work of art. Her underwear was lacy and satiny-smooth. Brett had forgotten to buy that, but then, he’d never known what she wore under her clothes back then. He’d only imagined. He’d fantasized about her in Victoria’s Secret garments.

  He looked down and saw she still had on her comfy librarian shoes. “Take them off, too,” he said, pointing at them.

  She did, then off came the pantyhose. She stood before him in a satin bra and thong.

  He reached
for her, stroking her cheek, then moving down her neck and shoulders. “Oh, Ms. Bradford. Your skin is so delectable.” He leaned in and kissed the inside of her neck. He felt her tremble beneath his hands. “You smell good enough to eat. And speaking of eating.” He stepped away a bit to assess her.

  He reached behind her and swiped all the papers from the desk. As they fell to the floor, he picked Mia up and sat her on the desk.

  “Remove your bra. I’ll remove your panties.”

  Mia reached to unfasten her bra, her eyes never leaving his. He saw heated desire, honest desire, in them.

  “So tell me, Ms. Vice-principal. How does it feel knowing that one of your students is about to have you?” He got down on his knees and began to slide her panties off. They were soaked.

  “Please Brett, please hurry before someone comes in.” She clawed at his shoulders.

  He ripped the panties off and rubbed his thumb against her swollen, wet clit.

  “Oh, Brett!”

  “You are so wet for me. I can’t wait to drive my tongue into your tight, dripping hole.”

  “Do it! Please!

  “Say it.”

  “Brett!”

  “Say it!”

  “Fuck me!” she screamed, grabbing his shoulders and nearly falling off the desk.

  He liked the way she begged and loved the way she screamed his name. That made him just as hard, if not harder, than her actual touch. “I’m here to please. But first, I need to taste you.”

  He continued rubbing her hard nub. Her juices began to flow over his finger. He slowly inserted one, then two fingers in her. She was tight.

  “Brett!” She gasped, throwing back her head and gripping the sides of her desk.

  He leaned in and licked her clit with one deliberate stroke of his tongue.

  “Oh, God! Yes!”

  “You taste so good. I can’t count the many times I’ve thought about doing this to you.” Another slow lick, this time thrusting his tongue inside her.

  “Oh, God, Brett, I’m gonna come!”

  “Hang on, Ms. Bradford. I’ve only just begun.” He parted her dripping pussy lips with his thumb and forefinger. He took her clit between his lips and sucked gently on the swollen bud. Her nails dug deep in his back. Backbreaking work in the blazing sun in Ghana had toughened his skin; otherwise he would have bled like an animal. He lifted his head and looked into her eyes. They were closed, but he could tell she was on the edge. He wanted to get her just a little closer.