The Lessons Ch. 21

Jackie, however, shook her head, her breasts wobbling slightly with the movement. She placed her hand on his head and replied, "No sir, I must take the responsibility. I know I could have done it." She bent over at the waist, her face coming right down to his, within inches of his own. Her luxurious red hair spilled around his face. Her breasts swung with the movement. They seemed to grow even larger as they hung down toward him. She placed her hands on her knees, looked him in the eyes, and said, "Spank me, Mr. Peters. I want you to spank me."

Mr. Peters smiled at her. He was very impressed. She was being a very good pupil, now, perhaps for the first time, learning to take responsibility for herself. He stood up, being careful not to let his erection be so evident, which was difficult given its size and her closeness. He moved around to her behind.

She looked as pretty from behind as she did in front. Her little butt was poking up high. She was giving him as much of a target as she could. Her cheeks were even parted and he could easily see her lovable rosebud, twitching a little with anticipation. And, just below, an orange feathery growth emerging out from between her clenched thighs, ineffectively hiding her soft, fleshy sweet mound. He stroked himself through his slacks for awhile as he admired the sight.

"Don't be soft on me, Mr. Peters," she admonished. "I know I should have, could have, maintained my balance."

Mr. Peters though had no intention of being hard on her. He had no interest in actually hurting her, beyond simply the stimulating stings of sweet smacks. He raised his hand halfway and gave her eight whacks, this time in a slow, steady, even cadence. SMACK. He waited. SMACK. Again, he waited. SMACK. Her butt felt so nice on his hand. SMACK. It jiggled and shook with each swat.

Jackie grimaced with the smacks but she did not cry out. There would be twice as many as before, but this time they didn't actually appear to be that hard. Maybe her meditation skills were also helping her tolerate pain? Her bottom did sting, the spanking did jar her body, but it wasn't bad at all. In fact, it was a little stimulating, a little spicy stinging in her fanny. It was kind of nice. She rested her head against her knees, showing him more of her personal parts, and sighed with pleasure as he continued.

SMACK. Her cheeks was turning a nice rosy glow. SMACK. How could a man resist this bottom? The last two he applied with significantly more force and quickness SMACK! SMACK!

Jackie yelped with surprise at the last two but also moaned with pleasure. She actually wished that he would continue. She knew that she was now very wet between her legs. She considered asking him for more. Maybe just a few more? She also contemplated touching herself while he did it. But, her own arousal was perhaps just another distraction.

Mr. Peters was breathing heavily himself. He would have also liked to spank her some more, perhaps even play with his cock as he did so. But, he had a job to do. He would not shirk his responsibility. "Alright, Jackie, pick up the book for the remaining lesson."

Jackie picked up the book, feeling a little light headed. She had a fleeting thought of calling up Denis when she got home. She had broken up with him. She had caught him with another girl, but right now she wished she did have a boyfriend. She would want one tonight. Her panties fell to the floor as she carefully placed the book on her head. Keeping her balance now was difficult for a different reason. She was no longer fighting the feelings of anxiety, annoyance, or embarrassment, she was fighting the feelings of a very intense sexual excitement.

Mr. Peters returned to his position in front of her. He could see the passion in her eyes, in the flushed cheeks of her face, in the panting of her breasts, and in the wetness of her cunt. It was time for one last lesson.

As soon as she was ready, he told her. "For the last one, Jackie, the most difficult one, but one I am confident that you can do. I will touch you here," and he then lightly placed his finger on her slit, her very wet slit.

She flinched a bit, but closed her eyes and regained control. An hour ago she would have been shocked, mortified, to feel the finger of Mr. Peters on her cunt, but now she wanted it, she wanted it very much. She concentrated on the book, on her breathing, and on the pleasure of his touch. "Jackie, this will be difficult. I will carefully, lightly, caress you here." As he spoke he began to tenderly slide his finger up and down her slit. "Your task will be to keep the book balanced on your head. This will be most difficult, a true test of your strength, of your control. Only the most harmonious of students can master this challenge. But, the reward will be equally sweet. You must keep the book balanced up to, and only up to, the point of your orgasm. Once you orgasm, you can relinquish all control. If you succeed, our session will be over. You will be free to go, and I promise you that you will find better self-control in your daily life. Do you want to try?"

"Yes sir," she softly replied. She even carefully parted her legs to give him more room, as well as to provide for better balance.

He continued to slide his finger up and down the crevice. He felt the folds and furrows of her moist labia, pushing them and flipping them in and around the gap. Toward the bottom of her slit he gently worked his finger in. Pushing not so hard as to jar her body, but hard enough to enter her soft, tight, moistness. But, he didn't stay long. As soon as he had entered her cunt he pulled back out, and spread the additional moisture along her slit. He hesitated toward the top when he felt the hardness of her slit and the soft rise of the hood that protected it. It was like a hard pointed button amid the cushiony softness.

Using just the tip of his finger he pressed down on her clit and slowly circled his finger, massaging the sensitive flesh, twirling it around and around.

Jackie was openly panting. She wanted to rest her hands on his shoulders as he worked her clit. It felt so good.

She opened her eyes, meeting his own with an intense, heated stare. His eyes were affectionate but steady; hers were steady but inflamed with youthful passion. "Mr. Peters," she gasped.

He pushed harder with his circling, massaging finger. She shifted. But, she locked her legs more firmly to the ground, and the book remained in position. She kept her eyes fixed on his as she felt her craving, her desire, rising within her. She lowered her thighs somewhat, crouching in a blatant display of animalistic lust rather than the early curtsy. She was breathing heavily through her nose. Her cunt was flowing with moisture, dripping down her thighs.

He knew if he brought in another finger, into her cunt or perhaps grasp her breast, she would cum more quickly but he would probably jar her body. He instead concentrated his attention on pleasuring her with just the one finger. He removed it from her clit.

Her eyes half shut in disappointment, but they opened more fully than before when she felt him insert it back up into her vagina, pushing up more freely this time with her increased moisture and arousal.

He worked his finger in and out of her cunt. They said nothing as they intently stared into each other's eyes. All they could hear was the slurping and slushing sound as his finger worked in and out of Jackie's cunt. She wanted so much to meet his thrusts with her own, to plunge her cunt up and down on his finger, but she remained still as he fucked her with his finger.

Mr. Peters' own cock was now itself fully engorged, pushing hard against his slacks. He could no longer himself hold back any further. Showing his own lack of control, he used his left hand to feel his stiffness, to massage his hardness. He squeezed it and stroked it through his slacks as he moved the finger of his right hand in and out of her cunt.

Jackie knew what he was doing. She could tell by the movements of his left shoulder that he was playing with himself but she did not mind. Her task was clear and she was going to succeed. She would not be distracted, by anything, even by the fact that Mr. Peters was openly masturbating in front of her. She did not look down. She did not say anything. She just concentrated on the book, her breathing, and the lustful wetness of her hot cunt. Oh, it felt so nice. If only he would fuck her harder.

He pulled his finger out.

"Please," she whispered, her brown eyes desperate now with passion.

He brought three of his fingers to her clit, pressing the tips of all three against the hard button and the surrounding soft flesh. Jackie braced herself. He was pushing a bit hard, but she hoped that he would do what she in fact did to herself when she diddled at home in her bed.

He did. He used rapid back and forth motions with all three fingers. Pushing hard but jiggling, rubbing, prodding, and shaking the flesh back in forth in short, swift motions. That was it.

The orgasm gushed through her body in a flood of pleasure. She closed her eyes, remained standing, but reached out and grasped his cock through his slacks.

With her touch his own orgasm gushed from his cock, flooding his boxers with hot sticky cum. Mr. Peters closed his eyes and felt the spurting and spewing filling his pants. The orgasmic relief was intense. The touch of her fingers was so unexpected, so unplanned, so inappropriate, but so good. The floodgates of pleasure overwhelmed his body as his cock poured out its sticky, hot liquid into his boxers.

She gripped the head of his cock with her little hand, feeling him pulsating and spurting his jism into his slacks. She knew he was cumming in his pants but she didn't mind. In fact, she liked it. She was making him cum as he was making her.

It also helped her maintain her balance. She used her grip on his rapidly wetting stiffness to hold herself steady as she felt her own waves of pleasure sweep over her body. She trembled in ecstasy. The book tipped one way, then another, rocking on her head, but, it ultimately stayed put. Her eyes were clenched shut. She could feel her hand getting moist as his cum seeped through his slacks, but, more importantly, she felt the intoxicating rapture that overwhelmed her own body. She felt dizzy with joy, faint with pleasure. She wanted to lie down, but she held firmly onto his cock as her climax finally crested then descended in sweet, soft ripples. She opened her eyes.

He could feel that she was done. He opened his eyes. She was panting. Her breasts were heaving. They were covered in a dewy perspiration. Her eyes looked exhausted. But, the book was still there, and her soft, tender fingers still gripped his dick through the soaked front of his slacks.

He spoke first. "I guess I was the one who lost control."

She grinned with a playful blissfulness. She let go of his cock. She stretched her arms out to her sides, her breasts rising up as she did so. She then carefully, slowly dropped down, like a ballerina executing a demi-plie in second position, the book impressively staying balanced on her head. When she was fully in position she puckered her lips. Mr. Peters stepped cautiously forward until the wet bulge in his pants touched her lips. She could smell the fresh scent of his cum and feel the wetness on her lips.

He removed the book from her head.

She grasped his hips and planted a firm kiss on the soggy bulb poking through his slacks. She could taste a bit of his cum.

He dropped the book to his side, reached down and softly took hold of her arms, and pulled her back up. He smiled at her. "No one has ever done that as well." He bent down to kiss her on her lips. She kissed him back, wrapping her arms around him. No one had ever given her as passionate of an orgasm.

He felt the full softness of her breasts against his chest, the stiffness of her nipples poking through his shirt. He broke their kiss. "I think you will do fine now, Jackie."

She pretended to pout. "But, aren't there any more meditative exercises? That really can't be the end of the lessons, can it?"

"Well, there is the hara derriere."

She smiled. "Goodie!"

To be continued . . .

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