And I take it you have some lezzie experience but none recently, and absolutely none at being a Domme?”
“That’s exactly right.”
“Odd,” I mused, before adding, “but that’s enough about her.” I leaned in and kissed my sweet professor again, this time long and hard. Breaking the kiss, I smiled with a devilish grin. “If you think my essays are good, wait until you see what I can do with my tongue and my fingers.”
For the next three hours the professor and the student reversed roles as I became the teacher, encouraging her to express herself by sharing her most outrageous girl-on-girl fantasies before I did my enthusiastic best in helping her to fulfill them, even the ones I almost had to force out of her and she blushed furiously while confessing them before I unhesitantly fulfilled them with her. In short, it was an evening of mind-numbing, perspiration-dripping sex. It was passionate, it was raw, and yet all of it was tender.
Sandra’s face paled when she realized Carissa lived in a dorm. That meant she had a roommate. Sandra pulled into a Guest parking spot and followed Carissa into the building. Only a couple of girls were around as Carissa led Sandra up a flight of stairs and into the hallway of her floor.
Once the stairwell door was closed behind them, Carissa turned around and asked bluntly. “How long have you wanted to eat my cunt?”
Sandra’s face went from white to red as she stammered, “N-n-not long.”
“Bullshit,” Carissa called, explaining, “I knew you were a submissive dyke the first time we met.”
“How?” Sandra asked, curious to know how this young woman had a clue to her hidden desires.
“I could see it in your repressed eyes, your fake smile and the longing in your eyes,” the young redhead answered. “You had cunt-hungry whore written all over your face.”
“Really?” Sandra asked, wondering who else could see past her well-created exterior.
“Really, really,” Carissa said, her hand cupping Sandra’s small breasts. “Sandy never really got big girl tits, did she?”
Sandra’s shame built at having her major body flaw criticized as she looked around, hoping nobody was watching or listening. “No,” she whispered.
“On all fours, Sandy,” the redheaded beauty ordered.
Sandra didn’t hesitate as she fell to her knees.
“That was quick. Good girl,” Carissa said, “you’ve been very well trained. Now follow me.”
Sandra’s ruby cheeks burned with humiliation and excitement and a mixture of the two bounced around inside her… her head fighting against her body. Sandra crawled after Carissa, still in her heels, down a blessedly empty hallway and into her room, praying no roommate was home.
Carissa closed the door before sitting down on her couch and ordering, “Come to me, Sandy.”
Sandra obeyed, crawling to the young woman’s feet.
“So, all this time I’ve had my eye on you as a potential plaything and all this time you’ve been trying to hide that you’re a willing little submissive,” Carissa assessed. “I think you need to be punished.”
Sandra’s eyes went wide as pie plates, since punishments from Mariah encompassed the whole spectrum of kink.
“Stand up and get out of that skirt,” Carissa ordered.
Sandra stood up, her hands quivering slightly, having not submitted to someone new in years, particularly someone she vaguely knew. She unzipped her skirt and allowed it to fall to the floor.
Carissa stared at the MILF for a moment as if assessing how much she could get if she sold her .
Sandra shivered as the cool breeze from the air conditioning chilled her.
“Climb onto my lap,” Carissa ordered, patting her lap as if Sandra were a puppy.
Although this was an odd request, Sandra approached the couch and awkwardly began to sit on Carissa’s lap.
“No, you silly slut,” Carissa corrected, “stick that ass of yours up for me. You need a good spanking.”
Sandra’s eyes went big. This was new. All the years of submission to Mariah and to a variety of others and she’d never been spanked, other than the odd playful slap during intimacy. Regardless, she repositioned herself to lie across Carissa’s lap, her ass pointing up towards the college student’s face.
Sandra felt her bottom being softly caressed, which had her pussy, which still had the vibrating egg buzzing inside it, burning with desire.
“You have a nice ass for an older woman,” Carissa complimented.
“Thank you, Miss,” Sandra replied softly, the gentle massage of her buttocks making her feel relaxed.
Carissa began squeezing Sandra’s ass cheeks, which were white as snow, as she spoke. “I can’t believe all these months there was an eager cunt pleaser just wasting away. Did you ever fantasize about submitting to me?”
Sandra had on rare occasions had fleeting moments of weakness where Carissa had starred in her late-night self-pleasure sessions. “Yes, a few times,” she admitted.
“What did you fantasize about?” Carissa questioned, her finger sliding between the submissive’s ass cheeks.
“Pleasing you,” Sandra admitted.
“How?” Carissa pushed.
“Ultimate submission to you,” she admitted.
“Ultimate,” Carissa said, “I like that. Let’s see if it’s in you.”
Before Sandra could ponder what she meant, she felt a sharp burn as Carissa’s hand slapped her bare ass. The slap echoed around the small room as her right cheek was struck. A second slap smacked her left ass cheek and a similar searing pain coursed through her. Tears formed immediately as Carissa continued the assault on Sandra’s ass.
“I told Mariah of my plans for you today, and she agreed you could use a good spanking for not offering yourself to me earlier and for your betrayal of her, although she never went into details,” Carissa explained between slaps.
Sandra gritted her teeth, never feeling more helpless than she did in this moment of painful humiliation.
Carissa suggested. “Even though your ass is on fire right now and tears are probably streaming down your face, I can tell that cunt of yours is soaked.”
Sandra thought the idea absurd at first, this abuse wasn’t remotely turning her on, yet contrary to logic, she could feel her juices leaking out of her.
Carissa asked, after the sixth sharp slap to Sandra’s backside, “Sandy, are you going to be a good girl?”
Sandra, now through sobs, promised, “Yes, Miss Carissa, I’ll be a good girl.”
“And you are sorry for not offering your services to me earlier?” Carissa asked, as her hand made solid contact with on the older woman’s ass for a seventh time.
“So sorry,” Sandra agreed and she was, both for the missed opportunity to taste the young redhead and the burning pain she was currently enduring.
An eighth and final slap made contact just as Sandra finished speaking. Carissa assessed the sub’s red cheeks and smiled at the power of having a grown woman over her knee. Her own cunt begged for attention and she ordered, “Back on all fours, slut.”
Sandra slowly dragged herself off the young woman’s knees, each movement causing more discomfort until she’d returned to her submissive position on the floor.
Carissa stood up and undressed quickly until she was completely naked from the waist down. She returned to the couch and opened her toned legs. “Hungry?” she asked.
As much as Sandra wished she could deny it, as soon as she saw the open legs of the redhead, a natural redhead she could now tell, her mouth literally drooled. She answered earnestly, “Famished.”
“Beg for it, baby,” the redhead ordered, her fingers gently toying with herself.
Ignoring her ass which was still burning, Sandra didn’t hesitate and begged. “Oh please, let me lick your cunt, Miss Carissa. Use my face for your pleasure.”
“Not bad,” Carissa moaned softly from her own self-pleasuring. “Do you like my bush?”