He moved about the office for a minute. She heard cupboards opening and closing and papers shuffling. Finally, he walked in front of her and sat down, crossing his ankles in front of Ashley’s eyes.
“I want you to look at me from now on.” He said.
She raised her eyes, pleased to have the chance to look at him. He was leaning forward in the chair, elbows resting on his knees and fingers laced in front of him.
Since he was just looking at her, she felt free to admire him for a moment. His broad, prominent cheekbones, his strong jaw. She hadn’t seen him up close very often - certainly not this close.
She noticed stubble on his jaw that hadn’t been there yesterday, and could see the color of his eyes. They were pale brown, with flecks of gold, and they stared at her as though trying to read her thoughts, as though he could see right through her.
“So what do you have to say for yourself?” He asked.
Ashley thought for a moment, trying to sort through her racing thoughts, to figure out what he wanted her to say.
“It’s an easy question.” He said. “Answer me.”
“I didn’t know I wasn’t supposed to.”
“But you had some idea.”
She thought about it for a second. “Yes, Sir,” she admitted, her lower lip trembling. “I suppose I did.”
“And yet you did not ask for permission to come. Did not tell your dom it was about to happen.”
“I’m sorry, Sir.” And she really did feel guilty.
He held up a hand in a gesture of silence. “You will have a chance to apologize properly in a moment.”
She nodded and was silent, wondering what came next with a mixture of dread and anticipation.
“Did you notice your dom was a bit more forceful in his inspection than the others?”
Her brow furrowed as she considered this. “No… Sir, I wasn’t thinking about anything other than the moment.”
He nodded. “Fair enough. The fact is, you indicated you are a bit of an exhibitionist. This session was intended to push the students’ boundaries just a little. So we had to take that into account and go a bit further with you.”
Thinking about it, she could see his point. “I understand.”
“I must say you performed well, despite your inhibitions about your body and your initial reluctance to repeat certain words.”
If it had been possible to blush any more than she already was, Ashley would have done it. She looked down at the floor, her heart swelling at the compliment and a secret smile on her lips. “Thank you, Sir.”
“If you look away from me again,” he said mildly, “I will have you blindfolded for your next classes. Believe me when I say it will make things much harder.”
She made herself look at him, forced herself to keep eye contact.
“Your dom rated you quite well.” Mr. Morgan continued mildly. “He enjoyed the way you reacted to the humiliation.”
She nodded.
“However, that doesn’t excuse your infraction. It’s something that simply must be made an example of. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“I’m glad we are in agreement. What do you think I should do about it, then?”
“Whatever pleases you, Sir.” She answered, feeling quite proud of herself for her phrasing.
He chuckled. “Good answer, but I want to hear your thoughts.”
“I…” Ashley sighed. “I deserve punishment, Sir.” She knew it was the answer he wanted to hear. Anyway, perhaps it would be enough to help her have some self-discipline in the future.
“My thoughts exactly.” He sat up, and leaned back in the chair. “Go to the cupboard over there. Since you were honest about your need for punishment, I will let you choose the instrument.”
She was about to get up, but remembered in time that he hadn’t instructed her to. So she crawled around his desk to the cupboard up against the wall.
It was glass-doored, as high as her shoulder while she knelt, and held a rack of hanging instruments of punishment. Her hands started to tremble as she carefully opened the doors.
There were several canes of different widths, a riding crop - probably the one he’d touched her with yesterday - a leather paddle and a wooden one, along with several things she didn’t know the names of. At the bottom was a flogger with leather strings, next to one with what looked like fabric.
She touched the floggers, one after the other. Both were leather-handled. The strands of the second, on closer inspection, were knotted black silk. Something about it looked sensual, calling to her. Besides, it looked more gentle than a cane or paddle. She took it out of the case.
“Bring it to me.” Mr. Morgan said, watching her.
Ashley closed the cupboard doors. She almost crawled with the flogger in her hand, putting it on the floor, but the trainer interrupted her.
“In your mouth.” He said.
Sighing, she closed her teeth around the leather handle, holding it in her mouth like a bit for a horse. She began the crawl back to him.
“When you present your dom with an item, do so in a kneeling position, offering it up with your hands raised above your head, and your head down.” He said.
So this was a lesson as well as a punishment. Ashley adjusted herself. She held the flogger out to him. He took it, and she put her hands back behind her back. She watched as he turned the flogger around in his fingers, looking at it.
“Good choice.” He said with a slow, wicked smile. “I can’t remember - have you ever been whipped or paddled before?”
That was an easy one to answer. “No, Sir.”
“Spanked?”
“No, Sir.”
Morgan raised his eyebrows. “Really? Hmm. That’s a shame. For today then, I will guide you. You are to tell me if it truly becomes too much to handle. But Ashley -” and he sat forward and cupped her chin in his hand, tilting her head up and moving close. “I expect you to endure your punishment bravely. For me.”
He was looking at her earnestly, his brown eyes perfectly serious.
She swallowed hard, nodded against his hand.
“Answer me.”
“Yes, Sir. I will try.” She wanted to say “for you,” but couldn’t make her mouth form the words. She felt them, though. Wanted nothing more than to take her punishment with grace, to win back his approval.
“Good. Then go to my desk and assume the punishment position.”
The desk had a couple of books stacked to the side, but it was empty of papers and the usual things that grace an office. As she bent over the smooth dark wood she wondered if he even used it for writing, or just for spanking students. How many girls had been in this exact position?
The wood was cool and gripped her skin when she moved. She found the edge and held onto it with her hands, shivering a little.
Mr. Morgan came up behind her. She tensed, but he just stood there, looking at her. After a moment she felt his boot nudge her right foot.
“Wider.”
She shuffled her feet out, spreading her legs wider, breathing deeply and trying to steel herself for the coming pain.
“I’m going to give you ten strokes,” he said. “Then I will ask how you are feeling. Got it?”
She nodded, and squeezed her eyes shut.
The first blow didn’t even really hurt. She heard the quiet cracking sound, and flinched as it hit her on the right buttock. A moment later she felt the sting - but it wasn’t so bad.
He didn’t give her time to think though, before the second and third blows came, one on top of the other.
The stinging intensified, turning into a searing burn. She gripped the edge of the desk until her knuckles turned white, her mouth pressed against one hand as she struggled not to cry out.
The next blows were on the other side, her left cheek. One, two, three, in rapid succession. Now she did let out a little moan, tensing her thigh muscles and writhing.
“If you tense up, it will be worse.” Mr. Morgan warned. “
Try to yield to the pain. Let it flow through you.”
Ashley forced herself to relax, not wanting to make this any worse on herself.
He brought the flogger down three more times, varying the site of the blows until her whole ass was stinging. The individual strikes did not hurt, but layered one on top of the other they made her flesh raw and radiated pain through her body.
Relaxing did make it a little better, though she still whimpered. One more, she repeated silently to herself. Just one more.
The last was a sharp crack lower down, at the very top of her thigh. It hurt more than the others, and this time she did yell.
There was a pause, and Ashley rested her head against the desk, breathing heavily. Then suddenly, she felt his hand on her. She jumped when he laid it on the small of her back.
When she relaxed, he stroked lower, caressing her stinging skin. He trailed his fingers lightly over her sore right cheek, but even that was enough to bring tears to her eyes.
Somehow it was almost worse than the blows had been, focusing and intensifying the pain. But as he changed to a massaging motion, rubbing the tender flesh, it began to soothe her, taking away some of the sting.
Ashley closed her eyes, enjoying the sensation.
“How do you feel?” He asked.
“I…” she thought for a moment. “Fine.”
“Does it hurt?” His massage was warming her skin even more, but it helped the pain. His fingers - touching her, rubbing her, were distracting. She could feel his body heat close to her, could sense him standing there.
“Yes. Sir.” She breathed.
“We have a little further to go.” He said.
Ashley opened her mouth in disbelief. “Really?’ She should have known better than to think it was over.
“Yes.” He stroked over her left buttock, up her back, sending a thrill up her spine. His touch made the pain almost worth it. Did he know how he affected her? “But you are doing very well.”
She gave a weak smile, drinking in his praise. “Thank you, Sir.”
“Now, I’m going to continue until I think you’ve had enough. Cry out if you feel the need - you should always feel free to vocalise unless your dom tells you to be silent.”
She barely had time for a “yes, Sir,” before the next strike came.
This time felt different. He settled into a rhythm immediately, landing blows one after the other, the wave of pain from each distracting her from the last.
Before long, she was crying out - though it was more of a sustained moan than anything. A tear or two fell from her eyes, landing on the desk under her.
Her entire being was focused on withstanding the pain, getting through the punishment. This room, this moment, this man, was all that existed. She began to gasp, between sobbing moans. Her legs started to shake.
And suddenly, he had stopped.
He helped her up, turned her around. He pulled her close, pressing up against her and wrapping his arms around her.
Unsteady on her legs, Ashley was grateful to be able to hold onto him. She sobbed against his chest for a moment, still preoccupied with the pain from her burning ass and thighs.
He was murmuring consolations. “Good, my brave girl. It’s okay.”
Slowly, she became aware of his hard body against her. Aware of his scent - aftershave mixed with leather and fresh sweat.
Everything was sensitive, her nerves on fire. Mr. Morgan’s clothes rubbed against her naked chest, prickling her hard nipples. Her back shivered under his hand. Indulgently, she rubbed her face against him, enjoying the feeling.
His hands stroked her back, then moved lower, rubbing her tender ass.
“You did well.” He said. “I’m very pleased with you.” His voice was quiet, for only her to hear. She savored it, feeling a warm glow deep inside. “Have you learned your lesson?”
“Yes, Sir.” Ashley answered fervently. She pulled back to look up at his face, reluctant to leave the sanctuary of his arms but longing to look at him.
He took her face in his hands, smiling down at her. Then, he gathered her up, moving her back until her ass was resting against the desk. She gasped as the cool wood touched her raw skin, and he lifted and slid her backward so that she was sitting up on it.
Her legs were either side of him. She wanted to wrap them around him, pull him to her. But she didn’t dare. Instead, she stared, waiting, naked and spread on his desk.
He bent forward and kissed her. Hard, almost bruising. Immediately she opened her mouth, accepting his tongue and wrapping her arms around his neck.
They were entwined together. She felt his arousal, the hard bulge pressing against her as she gave in, wrapping her legs around his hips and holding tight.
She sighed in pleasure against his mouth. She was so wet - wet from her earlier forbidden orgasm, and from the shocks of arousal coursing through her now.
Their tongues caressed each other. He wrapped his hand in her hair. Kissed her neck. stroked her back.
Her ass stung, moving against the desk - but it only added a sweet counterpoint to her pleasure. She never wanted it to end.
“Your ass looks so lovely all red and striped,” he whispered in her ear. He bit down on her earlobe.
Words were beyond her capability. She moaned. Writhed her hips against his straining cock. Wished he would take her, right here.
He breathed hard. “I have wanted you since I first saw you, kneeling at my feet.”
She closed her eyes, nuzzling against his neck. She could hardly believe what he was saying - but loved hearing the words.
He twisted his hand tighter in her hair. Tugged on it, making her gasp. He pulled her face away from him and looked into her eyes. She saw naked desire there, and couldn’t help but smile.
“Ashley.” He said, letting out another hot, heavy breath.
“Yes, Sir?”
“If you stay with your classes, and if you graduate, I intend to collar you.”
Her heart skipped a beat. She didn’t know what to say. Was that something she wanted?
“You know though, that I’m not permitted to sleep with a student.”
“Wh… what?” She frowned.
His thumb stroked her jaw and he smiled wryly. “Not while you are in training. But…” and he trailed the thumb down over her chest, between her breasts. Lightly touched her navel, causing her to shiver. “That doesn’t mean I can’t have some fun with you.”
So he wouldn’t be taking her here on the desk. Still… his words intrigued her.
“I want to please you, Sir.” She murmured.
He smiled. “Good.” He bent for another kiss, teasing her lips with his own, nibbling and nipping while he held her by the hair, keeping her at bay so she couldn’t come closer. She moaned, enjoying the sweet torment. She was beginning to see, she thought, how pain and pleasure could sometimes complement each other.
“Now,” he said, laying little kisses on her cheeks, her lips, her ear. “You will do something for me?”
“Yes.” She answered, straining against his grip in an attempt to meet his lips one more time.
“You are not to come for the rest of the week.” He said.
She stopped still. After today - that would be difficult. Ashley knew thoughts of him would be going round and round in her mind all week. It would be torture to not be able to go home and get in the bath and play with herself. Remembering everything that had happened today. Thinking of him.
She made a little sound of protest, and he laughed.
“I’m sure you will survive.” He said. “But… I might not make it easy for you.” He pressed hard against her for a moment, teasingly grinding his hard shaft against her.
She moaned, delicious shivers going through her at the sight of his wicked grin. “Yes, Sir.”
“I know you won’t disappoint me.”
She shook her head.
“Good girl.”
He let go of her hair, stroking it and smoothing it as though she were a pe
t. Ashley nuzzled against his hand. It felt so good… even though her body was crying out to be touched. For release.
He told her to get dressed.
Her street clothes as well as her uniform had been dropped off and waited outside his door. She dressed in front of him, making every move as sensual as she could as she slowly rolled on her stockings, put on her bra and shirt.
She enjoyed the look on his face as he stared at her, watching every movement. There was some power in being a sub, she thought.
She pulled her skirt on and started to step into her panties, trying to be graceful.
“Stop.”
Ashley froze in place.
Mr. Morgan came forward, and tugged the black lacy panties from her hand. He crushed them in his fist and brought them up to his nose. Then he inhaled a deep breath and smiled. “These, I keep.”
He tucked them in his pocket, kissed her once more, and sent her on her way.
She walked home with a ridiculous smile on her face. It was only her second day at the Academy. It had been challenging, nerve-wracking and incredible.
She walked gingerly, the light fabric of her skirt causing pain every time it brushed against the bare, raw skin of her ass and thighs. Every step reminded her of her punishment. Reminded her of Him.
She had no idea what to expect next.
In fact, Ashley only knew one thing.
She was hooked.
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Book 2 - Teacher’s Pet
Coming Soon
Did you love Learning to Yield? Then you should read The Prince’s Pet by Alexia Wiles!
Her village burned and ravaged by raiders, farmer’s daughter Eveline has been sold into slavery. Her journey will take her further than she would ever guess. All the way over the sea to a foreign land, to be presented as a gift to the handsome warrior-prince Issander, the heir to the Cimbrai throne.
Surrounded by luxury, Eveline is pampered and groomed to be the perfect pleasure slave. As she learns to serve her new master, Eveline is taken on another journey: one of awakening sexual desire, spirituality, passion and love. And the reluctant heir finds himself falling for his fair foreign beauty.
With an ailing king and an obligation to marry and secure the succession, will Eveline’s prince cast her aside, or will the two find a way to achieve happiness together?
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