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Teacher's Pet - hot and dirty sapphic romance

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‘You are very quiet, are you okay?’ I asked Lucy, washing her hair later as she soaked in the bath.

‘I’m fine, just worried that’s all. I am thinking what might happen to you if my parents find out I am living with you.’ She looked up at me as she spoke. We had arrived back, and I had taken her suitcase to her little room where she had unpacked. We had lunch, and while we were eating, she told me what had happened when she got back and the harsh words which were exchanged.

‘Shame you mentioned an older lesbian woman you met at university. It is no secret I am gay, and it will not take a genius to link us if they come looking. But what I cannot understand is their hold over you. They surely must see that, as an eighteen-year-old, you are free to make your decisions. I cannot see why it is such a big deal?’

‘They have always been controlling; I feel my life has always been shackled. They have no ambition for me other than to get a mundane job and stay at home, presumably to look after them in old age.’ She replied.

‘In that case, it’s a good job you escaped.’ I replied.

‘I suppose.’ She did not sound convincing.

‘Lean your head down and shut your eyes, it’ll keep the soap out.’

‘Yes, mummy.’ She responded, then added. ‘The last person to do this was my mother when I was about ten. I washed my own hair in the sink after that; it feels nice.’ I tipped water from a jug from the relatively clean bath water near her feet.

‘I like doing it, I washed all my little’s hair. Mostly Monika’s.’

‘I’m surprised you didn’t get in with me.’ Lucy remarked.

‘I will, so long as you promise not to pee or fart in the bath!’ I replied. Lucy looked shocked.

‘That’s gross, I’d never do that!’

‘Monika did, I used to warn her, but she did it knowing I would cane her wet arse!

‘You’re kidding me, seriously, you did that?’ She asked.

‘Does this kinky, sadistic side of me coming out bother you?’ I asked.

‘No, not a bit. I think I have quite a dark side within me, too. It has never had a chance to develop; I’ve been under the thumb for so long. So, you must have done it in this very room?’

‘Of course, I’d drag her out of the bath and put her over that wooden laundry chest in the corner, I would smack her wet bottom, then apply the cane we kept in that corner, just for that eventually.’ She pointed to the now-empty space.

‘Wow, that is so kinky. I would have loved to have seen you do that.’ I saw her eyes light up with excitement.

‘I did not hit her very hard. She squealed but soon grew into it. She called it “sub space”.’ Lucy responded quickly.

‘I have read up on that. When the body is either experiencing enjoyment or pain, endorphins are released. They are remarkably similar in nature, so those of enjoyment and pain become indistinguishable.’ Lucy was changing from the sweet, innocent virgin I had met at a bus stop into somebody with a more sinister side.

‘I do not want a relationship with another Monika, Lucy. It is your sweet innocence which appeals to me.’ Lucy did not reply immediately.

‘I haven’t peed in the bath or blown any bubbles, so you needn’t worry, and I’ve no wish to have a cane as a feature of use in the bathroom.’ I picked up a large bath towel.

‘I’m glad to hear it, let’s have you out.’

‘How is your assignment going?’ I asked as we sat facing each other over the kitchen table.

‘It’s great, one advantage I have in having my little room is I have a quiet space where I can work without being sexually molested.’ She replied.

‘There is no lock on the door, so if I became uncontrollably ardent, I could always burst in and have my wicked way.’ Lucy then asked a telling question, which was central to our growing dilemma.

‘What is the university policy about tutor/ student relationships?’

‘Well, obviously, because you are eighteen, it is not illegal. Had you been a student at school under the age of consent, it would be an offence, and I could be arrested and charged with several offences. Obviously, in your case, this does not apply. But there is a policy document which involves close relationships between lecturers and their students. This does become more of an issue when the lecturer is the allocated tutor of the student.’

‘Obviously, this applies to us directly. There are listed concerns when this applies. Favouritism, especially if, for example, you had been a direct family member. The relationship could be controlling and abusive. Where the student feels bullied and under the coercive control of the lecturer, even leading to sexual exploitation, they fear their education will suffer if an objection is raised. Then there are the issues resulting from the breakdown in a sexual relationship, acrimony, and toxic atmospheres. In short, it is not advised.’

‘So, if this all comes out into the open, you are not in trouble in a legal sense?’

‘No, but it could create problems in the form of unwanted publicity for the university. Don’t forget, ours is a same sex relationship. We could have got away with you stating you were renting a room. I could have said how living at home in a toxic atmosphere was affecting the performance of a bright grade A student, I predict will gain a first-class honours degree, so I offered to rent out a room. Unfortunately, you blew that in a single rather unhelpful outburst when you not only outed yourself but also me too in that lesbian relationship. The press will have a field day.’

‘Would it be best if I return home?’ Lucy asked.

‘I am not suggesting that. You asked a question. I gave you a straight answer, and I did not sugarcoat the pill. You have made the problem worse than it could have been.’

‘Are you annoyed with me?’ She asked.

‘Disappointed, yes, annoyed, no.’ I replied.

‘You seem it.’ Lucy reacted; she now seemed different; the sweet, loving girl I had grown used to had been replaced by a sulking brat.

‘What is the matter? You have changed ever since I picked you up and brought you here. If you are having second thoughts about moving in and you prefer the life you left earlier, then just say, and I will drop you back.’ Lucy just stared. ‘Well? Do not keep me in suspense, you have a tongue in your head, spit it out!’ I snapped.

‘I think it is you with the problem, Miriam. Okay, I fucked up, but you said earlier that what we are doing is not recommended, but not illegal or even a sackable offence. Perhaps the real issue is you did not want your dirty little secret, me, to come out.’ I had had enough.

‘I cannot cope with you like this. Get dressed, or put something on at least. I will see you downstairs.’ I got up and left, feeling rather ruffled. Maybe I had been a bit harsh, and as Lucy had already proved once, she was no shrinking violet. She could dish out as much shit as I could. I went downstairs and entered the kitchen. I opened the fridge door and pulled out a bottle of Pinot Grigio, which I opened, dragging down a glass before filling it almost to the brim.

I sat down when my instinct was to go upstairs, put Lucy over my knee and spank hell out of the brat! I knew she was upset; who wouldn’t be with parents like hers? Okay, I was pissed off too, I could have done without having to explain why my first-year student was living with me against her parents' wishes and then the inevitable question. “Are you in a relationship with Miss Page?”

 I knew I could just scoff, say any such suggestion was utterly ridiculous. But could I? Could I deny a relationship which was taking off? I had asked Lucy to be my live-in little. She had accepted big time. She had moved into an adjoining room to my own bedroom, and I had not asked her to pay rent. More than that, why the fuck should I be in denial?

We were very known with each other. Our tongues had gone on a deep exploration. Nothing had been left unexplored, and, in all cases, it had been mutually enjoyed. Lucy’s suggestion that I was hiding her away as a “dirty secret” cut deep. She would regret that remark and pay dearly very soon. It then occurred to me, Lucy still had not arrived; it should not take this long to put some clothes on and come down. I decided to seek her out.

I walked upstairs. I expected her to be in her room, but she was not. Her coat and phone were on the bed, so I knew she had not left the house. The bathroom, that would be it, she must be in there still sulking. Well, a good spanking was coming her way if she was still in there like a sullen brat. I walked in, towels were strewn around, and the bath had not been emptied. Another issue to raise with her because I was not her servant!

Had she come downstairs, and I hadn’t noticed her? The towelling robe, which normally hung on the back of the door, was missing; it seems she had dressed, after a fashion. Before descending to ground level, I decided to check the rooms on the level I was currently on. Two rooms besides my own were bedrooms, and she was not in either, which left just one more, which I had planned to show her soon, our playroom – or at least the one Monika loved to play in. Surely not? I opened the door, and the light was on. Lucy stood staring down at a bed. She turned, but only half surprised.

‘So, when were you going to tell me about this?’ Lucy theatrically spread an arm with an elegantly upturned hand to encompass the whole room and its bizarre contents.

‘It is my playroom; mine, and Monika’s actually. I did mention I had one and I did intend introducing you to it quite soon, but it seems you jumped the gun.’ I replied defensively.

‘I know you are kinky, Miriam, but this takes matters to a new and exciting level. I went exploring. I hoped your mood might improve before I joined you. I only poked my head around the remaining doors, and then I hit pay dirt! Wow, this place has blown my mind.’ I was not sure how to respond. I could see by the almost wild expression on Lucy’s face that she was very excited and aroused by what she was amid.

‘That just shows what happens to nosy girls who cannot keep themselves to themselves. I had planned to show you this room and add a bit of context, too. Like everything in life, things are rarely how they seem. But now you know or you think you do!’

‘Well, if I am not mistaken, this is a straitjacket, those are reels of plastic wrapping, all the components for extreme bondage. That is, before we consider the straps and ties on this single bed, which is hardly designed for sleeping in! How do you add context to this, or what is there for me not to think I know?’ Lucy was still in a truculent mood.

‘Personally, if I had given you the conducted tour, I would not have started here. I would have gone for the St Andrew’s cross, where Monika liked to be whipped. Yes, I would give her a dozen lashes. Finding reasons for not inflicting corporal punishment on that young woman was hard to do. Peeing and farting in the bath were just one of the many reasons she ended up in here. Look in the tall cupboard nearby and the chest of drawers next to it. You will find every item you can imagine for pain infliction inside. There is a toilet over there. I will let your imagination work that out. The bench in the centre of the room is for caning. Which is where you are heading, young lady.’ Lucy looked at me and walked to the cupboard with its double doors, which she opened to display a whole array of canes, paddles, and whips. She moved closer and selected one, a metre-long cane with a leather handle. She grasped it and brought it to me. She then slipped off her towelling robe before moving towards the leather bench I had just mentioned.

‘Get it out of your system, Miriam. I dare you!’ I watched as Lucy then stood on tiptoes before stretching over the bench and offering her unblemished buttocks for me to thrash.

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