02-07-2020, 01:50 PM
He grinned, a familiar, self-confident grin. God how I hated him! He reached out and began to fondle my breasts. I felt total revulsion at his touch. He ran his hands over my breasts, circling my nipples with his thumbnail. I felt them stiffen under his touch.
He chuckled to himself. “Nice tits. Gramps said you had a nice pair. You don’t like me feelin’ them do you?”
I shook my head, my teeth gritted, not trusting myself to speak.
“Too bad. If you’d just let me have a bit of a feel at lunchtime, I’d have gone away happy. As it is, you’re stuck here with me, and I can do what I like to you, can’t I?”
I didn’t respond. He gripped my nipples and twisted them. I cried out in shock and pain, grasping his hands, trying to ease the torment of my breasts.
“I said, I can do what I like to you, can’t I?” He said.
“Yes.” I said quietly.
“Say it.”
I decided that this was the moment, it was time to make my humiliating submission. “You’re right, you can do anything you like to me, Adam. Anything you want. I’m yours. Do what you want with me. I slapped your face and I know that was wrong. Now Alan, I mean Mr. Hughes, and granddad have told me that I must apologise to you, and make it up to you. You have every right to do whatever you want to me Adam, they’ve given you that right. I’ll do whatever you say. I only want to please you. Tell me what you want me to do, and I’ll do it. I’m yours to command. I’ll do whatever it takes to make it up to you, to prove how sorry I am for what I did to you. ”
He took a step back and looked me up and down. I felt so small, so insignificant as I stood there while this boy ran his eyes over me.
“You didn’t like it when I felt your tits today, did you?”
I shook my head, not wanting to speak. My whole body was trembling with shame and desire.
“Why don’t you get them out now then?”
I nodded, dumbly then pulled my T-shirt up over my head, exposing my breasts to his hungry gaze. I dropped it to the floor and stood there, topless for his amusement. He snickered, then reached out and started to run his fingers around my stiff nipples. I was on fire! I had never felt such shame and such desire. It was all I could do to stop myself from jumping on him.
He squeezed and caressed my naked breasts, teasing my nipples, grinning all the time. Then he said, “Why don’t you slip those jeans off, Alison?”
His use of my first name was a deliberate provocation. No matter that he was in my bedroom and I was half-naked, he was still my student. His use of my first name was the final challenge. I nodded my assent and started to unfasten my jeans. He looked on, a mildly amused look on his face. I opened my jeans, then pushed them down to my knees, sitting on my bed I pulled them off. I stood up, now wearing only my plain white knickers.
He walked around me, taking in the view. “Boring white knickers. I knew you’d wear something really boring. You’re a really boring kind of bitch, so it was predictable that you’d wear really boring knickers. God, you really are fuckin’ dull aren’t you?”
I felt totally humiliated as my student walked around me, looking me up and down.
“Take them off, I want to have a good look at you.”
I took a deep breath then pushed my knickers down over my hips and let them fall to the floor. I hung my head in shame as he took in the view.
“Nice pussy! I’d never have thought you’d shave it. I always imagined you as a bush monster with a big hairy cunt. Nice to see you keep it nice and clean. Are you feeling really embarrassed, standing stark bollock naked in front of me?”
I nodded.
“Not so fucking smart now, are you?”
He walked behind me, then he stroked my bottom. “Nice arse. I always thought you had a nice arse. I never thought I’d get to feel it though. Do you like having your arse felt?”
“Sometimes.”
“How about your pussy? Do you like having your pussy felt? Or do you prefer to play with it yourself? Gramps tells me you don’t mind putting on a bit of a show. Why don’t you do a little bit now, to entertain me?”
He smiled at me, enjoying my shame. I felt a thrill of fear run through me. He really did expect me to play with myself for his enjoyment, it never crossed his mind I might refuse, or even object in any way. I resigned myself to the worst and lay down on the bed. He positioned himself at the end of the bed and looked at me expectantly. Nervously I opened my thighs, slipped my hand down and started to play with my pussy. He snickered again as I pushed a finger into my slit. I felt a bolt of pure shame run though me as I felt the wetness there.
He chuckled to himself. “Nice tits. Gramps said you had a nice pair. You don’t like me feelin’ them do you?”
I shook my head, my teeth gritted, not trusting myself to speak.
“Too bad. If you’d just let me have a bit of a feel at lunchtime, I’d have gone away happy. As it is, you’re stuck here with me, and I can do what I like to you, can’t I?”
I didn’t respond. He gripped my nipples and twisted them. I cried out in shock and pain, grasping his hands, trying to ease the torment of my breasts.
“I said, I can do what I like to you, can’t I?” He said.
“Yes.” I said quietly.
“Say it.”
I decided that this was the moment, it was time to make my humiliating submission. “You’re right, you can do anything you like to me, Adam. Anything you want. I’m yours. Do what you want with me. I slapped your face and I know that was wrong. Now Alan, I mean Mr. Hughes, and granddad have told me that I must apologise to you, and make it up to you. You have every right to do whatever you want to me Adam, they’ve given you that right. I’ll do whatever you say. I only want to please you. Tell me what you want me to do, and I’ll do it. I’m yours to command. I’ll do whatever it takes to make it up to you, to prove how sorry I am for what I did to you. ”
He took a step back and looked me up and down. I felt so small, so insignificant as I stood there while this boy ran his eyes over me.
“You didn’t like it when I felt your tits today, did you?”
I shook my head, not wanting to speak. My whole body was trembling with shame and desire.
“Why don’t you get them out now then?”
I nodded, dumbly then pulled my T-shirt up over my head, exposing my breasts to his hungry gaze. I dropped it to the floor and stood there, topless for his amusement. He snickered, then reached out and started to run his fingers around my stiff nipples. I was on fire! I had never felt such shame and such desire. It was all I could do to stop myself from jumping on him.
He squeezed and caressed my naked breasts, teasing my nipples, grinning all the time. Then he said, “Why don’t you slip those jeans off, Alison?”
His use of my first name was a deliberate provocation. No matter that he was in my bedroom and I was half-naked, he was still my student. His use of my first name was the final challenge. I nodded my assent and started to unfasten my jeans. He looked on, a mildly amused look on his face. I opened my jeans, then pushed them down to my knees, sitting on my bed I pulled them off. I stood up, now wearing only my plain white knickers.
He walked around me, taking in the view. “Boring white knickers. I knew you’d wear something really boring. You’re a really boring kind of bitch, so it was predictable that you’d wear really boring knickers. God, you really are fuckin’ dull aren’t you?”
I felt totally humiliated as my student walked around me, looking me up and down.
“Take them off, I want to have a good look at you.”
I took a deep breath then pushed my knickers down over my hips and let them fall to the floor. I hung my head in shame as he took in the view.
“Nice pussy! I’d never have thought you’d shave it. I always imagined you as a bush monster with a big hairy cunt. Nice to see you keep it nice and clean. Are you feeling really embarrassed, standing stark bollock naked in front of me?”
I nodded.
“Not so fucking smart now, are you?”
He walked behind me, then he stroked my bottom. “Nice arse. I always thought you had a nice arse. I never thought I’d get to feel it though. Do you like having your arse felt?”
“Sometimes.”
“How about your pussy? Do you like having your pussy felt? Or do you prefer to play with it yourself? Gramps tells me you don’t mind putting on a bit of a show. Why don’t you do a little bit now, to entertain me?”
He smiled at me, enjoying my shame. I felt a thrill of fear run through me. He really did expect me to play with myself for his enjoyment, it never crossed his mind I might refuse, or even object in any way. I resigned myself to the worst and lay down on the bed. He positioned himself at the end of the bed and looked at me expectantly. Nervously I opened my thighs, slipped my hand down and started to play with my pussy. He snickered again as I pushed a finger into my slit. I felt a bolt of pure shame run though me as I felt the wetness there.
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