Intentional Accidents

Lesia released my ass and placed both hands on the small of my back. I leaned forward expecting a kiss, but instead she held me against her and picked up her pace. I was so stunned that all sound escaped me, and I was left my mouth wide open.

"Ah, fuck professor," she moaned between gritted teeth. Oh, how I've gravely miscalculated this position. Hearing Lesia like that? Set. Me. Off.

I leaned forward so my hands were on either side of her face, and let my body take control.

"Baby, please fuck me, please please," My extensive vocabulary being put to good use here. "Take it," I begged, "take it, take it," I repeated.

"Anything for you, professor," she moaned back just in time for my body to explode with pleasure. I mean, explode.

I let out a practical roar and felt my cunt erupt on poor Lesia.

"Holy fuck!" I screamed as Lesia finally slowed to a stop, leaving my body vibrating at the same frequency as hummingbirds.

Lesia's hands released my back and found their way into my hair, pulling me so I would look back at her. My juices streamed around her body and onto my knees further soaking my comforter.

"Was that good, Dr. Redding?" She asked with an annoying new sense of confidence.

I snorted and rolled off her, laying beside her.

"Fuck, little girl," I said, sounding more exhausted than I'd expected to. I chuckled and relaxed when I felt Lesia laughing beside me. She turned over and crawled so that she could lay her head on my chest.

"You're so amazing, professor."

"Me? You went from virgin to like a porn star in less than an evening," I teased, but it was true. The things she did to me, hell, it took me weeks to even come this close. Lesia snuggled into my skin, inhaling my scent and relaxing before she spoke.

"Is it always so exhausting?" She let out a yawn.

"When you do it right."

"I hope I do it right each time," she whispered.

I ran my hand over her hair, and she climbed higher onto me, moving her head to that hallow place on my left shoulder where she fit perfectly. Her legs rested on the sides of my waist lazily, and I wrapped my free hand around her gently caressing the skin on her side -- so soft and warm.

"I'll make sure you do," I whispered into her ear.

She let out a small, satisfied moan and melted against my body. My hand played in her hair, pulling and massaging the way I knew I liked.

After a few minutes, I heard light noises coming from Lesia. I turned my head to see her eyes were closed and her jaw relaxed. She was snoring softly. She was asleep.

I chuckled to myself, shaking my body and Lesia's in response. I squeezed her lightly and her eyes reluctantly opened.

"Let's get this off of you," I adjusted so I could tug the strap-on off her body.

Lesia provided little assistance, but I just as easily removed the harness and placed it on my night stand. Lesia's eyes threatened to close for good again, so I pulled her into my arms and threw a warm blanket over our bodies. My hand returned to her hair and the other glided gently over her skin. I could swear it only took a few seconds before she was out again.

As I caressed her, I replayed the day's events in my head and still felt the disbelief of it all. How long had I studied her, unknowingly wanted her, to have her here in my arms. I didn't feel that reserved distance I felt with other women -- that killer need to leave once I got what I wanted. Lesia wasn't a one-night stand. She felt right in my arms and I didn't want to let her go.

Somehow, this was scarier than the latter. I shook off the thought, not wanting to ruin what could only be a perfect evening. I kissed the top of her shoulder and let my lips linger for a moment before I pulled away.

"Your skin feels like silk," I whispered to her as I made figure eights on her back.

After a few more minutes of this I felt my body start to relax and my eyes getting heavy. A quick glance at the clock on my wall confirmed my additional fatigue -- 1:07 AM it read. I moved both hands to Lesia's waist, and possessively held onto her as I drifted into a comfortable unconsciousness. Just before I fell asleep, Lesia moved her arms to my neck and snuggled her check against my shoulder before drifting off again. Completely content, I joined her.

***

When I opened my eyes I was greeted by a dim light slipping past my dark curtains. I blinked off the remnants of sleep, and attempted to stretch when I realized there was a body still atop of mine. My hands moved to the small of her back, and I turned my head left to see a still-sleeping Lesia who's lips were parted just enough to let out her small snores. I studied her face for a moment -- the set of her lips, the way her smile lines disappeared, the cluster of freckles on her little nose, the way her long lashes cast shadows down her sculpted cheeks -- she was beautiful. As though feeling my stare, Lesia's eyes fluttered open sleepily until they met my own. Her lips pressed together into a halfhearted smile and her arms tightened around my neck.

"Hello, my sweet girl," I said softly.

She let out a sigh that I took to mean "good morning" and closed her eyes, resting her head back on my shoulder.

"Someone's not ready to wake up?"

"Mm-mm" she mumbled with her lips closed, shaking her head at the same time.

"Well," I twisted so we both laid on our sides facing each other and Lesia kept her eyes closed, "if you don't wake up, I won't be able to do this." I touch my lips to her cheek in a mock kiss and she gave me a lazy but full-teethed smile.

"No? Still sleeping?" I asked. She playfully put her hands over her eyes but didn't squirm against the grip I had on her. "Maybe this'll wake you," I kissed her fully on her lips which felt swollen from last night's fun.

A surprised moan escaped her throat, and she moved her hands from her eyes to the sides of my face, returning my kiss with more enthusiasm. My lips left hers and I look down at her eyes to see they were shut again.

"Are you not a morning person?" I teased.

"I am," she finally spoke, her morning voice was a quiet raspy whisper, "I'm just exhausted today." She started to melt in my arms again, and reluctantly I let her.

"We're going to heave to whip your ass into shape then. Can't have you sleeping this way every time we fuck, we have lives to live," I slipped a hand into her hair and started playing -- an act I knew I'd be doing very frequently. I mean, I really liked the way her curls feel against my fingertips.

When Lesia didn't respond, I leaned back to see that she'd fallen back asleep again. Shaking my head, I decided it was probably best to let my little girl sleep for a bit longer. Carefully, I untangled myself from her and slipped off the bed placing a few pillows in my place to keep her comfortable. Lesia didn't even stir in. My toes ran across the soft -- and damned expensive -- rug, and I stretched tall and long to get a feel of my body. Nothing felt out of place aside from the small pain in my stomach. I hadn't felt this in a while, but to be fair I hadn't been fucked with a strap in a while so I suppose it's a welcomed feeling.

I walked over to my mirror and glanced at the clock on my wall; 9:38 AM. A good eight hours of sleep, I thought, But somehow not enough for this little girl. I glanced over my shoulder to see that Lesia hadn't moved a muscle. Staring at myself in the mirror, I saw that the hickie on my breast had set in and took on a reddish color. I knew this one would only be visible for another two maybe three days tops. The hand marks on my thighs had all but faded, too.

My hair, however, was a different story.

It looked like it hadn't been cared for in weeks: matted ends, twisted strands, and tangled messes. Sex hair. I had what could only be called sex hair. I chuckled at myself and watched my breast bounce in response. I turned and looked at my room -- which I adore -- to see it was a disheveled mess. There were clothes and shoes thrown across the floor, not to mention the pillows we knocked every which way. I got to work straightening my space, carefully hanging my dress and Lesia's borrowed one back in my walk-in closet. Before stepping back into my room, I grabbed two of my silk robes. I slid into my black one and left the pink on the edge of the bed for Lesia when she decided to join the land of the living.

I walked into my bathroom and turned on the lights over the large vanity.. I could see myself more now and couldn't help but smile.

So, apparently, she'd snuck another hickie close to the base of my neck; though this one looked like it had mere hours before it would disappear. The skin beneath my eyes looked a little puffy, but it was hardly noticeable. My lips were darker than their normal pink and fuller. Everything else looked to be in place, but in this light my hair looked even worse. I grabbed a brush and took to a rhythm of detangling and fighting my waist-length hair to restore it to its natural auburn waves. Once the worst of it was taken care of, I slowed and started humming and swaying to myself. I was so preoccupied; I hadn't even heard the little footsteps that stopped before the bathroom entrance.

"You sound lovely," I looked over to see Lesia rubbing sleep from her eyes.

She was dressed in my rose pink robe that it slid lazily down her shoulder which was propped up against the wall. Her curls were tussled in a way that made them look bigger and more defined; hardly showing any sign of sleep. A slow yawn escaped her lips and she blinked her eyes fully awake. She. Looked. Stunning. I cleared my throat and turned my attention back to the mirror, attempting to mask the way I stared at her.

"Not in the slightest," I responded, bringing the brush from the very top of my hair to the ends.

She scoffed before saying "Can I try?" in her voice playful voice.

I turned to see her walking toward me with an expected hand raised and her eyes on mine.

"Brushing my hair?" My voice came out more surprised than I'd intended.

"Yes, silly, I want to brush your hair. Come," She took the brush from me then, and I let her.

She tapped my side and guided me to a chair close to the edge of the counter. "Sit," she ordered. I sat. I cursed myself silently for being so eager to obey such a simple command. Habits die hard, I reminded myself. Lesia stepped behind me -- the chair was facing the mirror -- and gently brought the brush through my hair. The way her fingers ran through my hair felt comforting and different, but I liked it. I closed my eyes and heard her put the brush on the countertop, her fingers weaving through my hair. She pulled gently and wove a pattern down the length of my hair, and when she reached the ends I felt almost sad. Lesia's hands were on my shoulder, and she gave a squeeze that I felt to mean "look".

Opening my eyes I saw an intricate braid that had taken place of my morning sex hair. It was nothing short of perfect as it lopped all the way to my hips.

"Oh! I love it!" I squealed as the tips of my fingers played with the tight design.

"I'm glad you do, professor," I could hear the smile in her voice. I turned and grabbed onto the robe she wore, pulling her so that she sat on my lap. She let out a musical giggle and wrapped her hands around my neck. I tucked a loose curl behind her ear and let my hands settle on her hips.

"Good morning?" I teased, rubbing my nose against hers. She let out an exaggerated yawn for emphasis.

"Yes, yes I'm up professor." Lesia stretched her neck causing the robe to fall off her other shoulder and just shy of her breasts. I bit my lip to stifle the moan that tried to escape.

"Do you have anything you need to do today?" I asked her, distracting myself only momentarily. She stared off in thought and I felt my body twitch nervously. I didn't want her to go. As if reading my mind, she said exactly what I wanted to hear.

"I'm free all day, professor."

"And tonight?" I fought to keep myself neutral.

"Do you have plans in which you'd need to keep me all day, Kimmy?" She tilted her head questioningly, a sly smile split across her face.

Kimmy? Did she just call me Kimmy? I thought. I felt my cheeks get warm and I wasn't sure if it was embarrassment or irritation. Kimmy was the name my family called me, and when Michelle heard of this she thought it would be a great idea to make it my pet name. After a while I pushed my family to call me Kim to create some distance between my two lives, though Noemi had a funny way of not doing what she was asked. And now, this girl is bringing that all back, and then some. I don't know if I've just neglected myself, but at the very sound of that name made my pussy ached for the time I spent an hour tied to a bed post while three of Michelle's pets were instructed to 'practiced their fucking' on me. I shook my head like a dog as though it would clear my incessant mind babble, and focused on Lesia. She watched me smugly and patiently waiting for my answer.

Looking at her smile, I settled for irritation at the mention of my nickname and decided it was time to show her who was boss -- so to speak. I quickly grabbed onto a handful of her hair and pulled, forcing her to stand up in front of me. She let out a surprised yelp, but didn't fight me.

"Did that hurt darling?" I asked, my hand still I her hair.

"N-no professor, just took me by surprise." Her voice was small, all smugness gone.

I let go of her hair and placed my hands in my lap.

"Now, I'm going to punish you, but first I want to tell you why. Do you understand?" My voice had taken on a cold tone, reminding me even more of Michelle. I pushed the thought and her out of my mind -- I mean for shit's sake, I haven't really thought of her in years and now she's in every other thought. When Lesia didn't answer, I relaxed my shoulders and spoke with my honey-sweet voice.

"Nod if you understand, beautiful."

She nodded.

"Wonderful! Now, let's start with the 'why'. You do not call me 'Kimmy'. I instructed you to call me Kim, professor, and -- when I request -- doctor. Do you remember this?"

Another nod.

"Good. So, for disobeying you will be punished. Now, the 'how'. Come here."

I gently tugged her arm and encouraged her to step to my side.

"Now, lay on my lap," I guided her down so that her feet were off the floor and her hands dangled in front of her. I lifted the robe above her ass and smiled at how perfect it looked. Staying focused, I continued.

"Are you familiar with spankings?" I kept my voice light but still controlled.

"Yes, professor," she whispered.

"Look up at me, dear." Lesia tilted her head up at me -- her curls falling away from her face -- and I could see nervousness in her eyes. I had to ignore the feeling deep in my body at the thought of her commanding me to look at her while she fucked me. We can get back to that later. This is a pivotal moment for her.

"Have you ever been spanked before?" I asked for my own curiosity.

She shook her head.

"Mmm" I mused for just a moment. "Then I'm going to hit you five times, do you understand?"

My heart was racing with excitement, and I had to force myself to do this right. Lesia bit her lip and nodded; so fucking sexy. I secured Lesia's waist with my left arm -- she looked like a squirmer -- and rubbed my hand over her ass. She let out a small moan and twitched a little.

"Try to stay still, my darling," I cooed.

Her body tensed and I felt her fight to keep her muscles from moving.

"Also, try not to be too tense. Relax your body and don't move." Her body struggled against the contradiction, but eventually she settled and stopped moving. She took in a deep breath and on her exhale I raised my right hand and planted a clean hit on her ass, my hand spanning both of her cheeks. She let out a controlled gasp and -- just as I'd predicted -- she squirmed against my grasp. I tightened my arm around her.

"You're going to have to keep still," I whispered to her.

"Yes, professor," she again settled before she stopped moving.

Rubbing her ass again, I spoke in a calm and sweet voice.

"Please remember darling --", Smack "- I only want to make you feel good --", Smack "- but you are mine --" Smack "-and you will act as such."

My hand rubbed the whole of her ass, and I paused just above her cunt. "

Well, someone's wet," I teased.

"I'm sorry, professor," Lesia answered in a small voice.

"Sorry? Don't be. Does this turn you on?" I moved my hand from her cunt and patted her ass gently.

"Yes," she whispered.

"Yes what?"

"Yes, professor," she corrected.

I raised my hand and left one last hit on her ass, this one a bit harder than the first four. Lesia gasped loud but fought to keep her body still.

"Good girl," I said, leaning to plant a kiss on her back.

I let her stand up and she straightened her hair and borrowed robe.

"Turn around for me, please?" I asked.

With a nervous smile, Lesia turned her back to me. I stared down at her ass and couldn't help but let a triumphant smile as I saw her dark skin actually reddening from my punishment. I tugged on her arm and pulled her to face me, grabbing her by the ass and pulling her onto my lap to straddle me. I pulled her close to my body loving the way I could feel her heat through our silk.

"How are you my pet?" I finally asked.

"I'm okay."

"Just okay? Tell me what you're thinking," My voice dripped with worry.

Lesia chewed on the inside of her cheek for a moment, the flush that had taken over her cheeks disappearing leaving her flawless brown behind. When she finally spoke, her voice had gone back to normal.

"I've really enjoyed everything professor, please don't think I'm not grateful," she stopped and chewed her cheek again.

"But...?" I prompted.

"But, I don't know what you want from me, and I'm scared I won't be able to give whatever that is to you. I mean I really want to I'm just-" she put her head against my shoulder and started sobbing in the way where you try very hard to hide it.

I felt shock hit me first - I mean I'm a grown ass woman with no kids, I'm not accustomed to tears -- and my body froze for a few seconds. Her tears streamed down my shoulder and soaked through my silk, thawing me. I wrapped my arms around her back and pulled her securely onto me, and she threw her arms around my neck and shook with sobs she fought to conceal. Remembering what my mother would do when I was a child, I rubbed the length of her back with my palm and made that sweet "shush" noise, rocking her back and forth as I did so. One of those half-hiccups half-cries left her throat helping her body relax just a bit. We continued like this for a few minutes before she seemed to calm down.

"Are you okay? No more tears?" I asked, but didn't dare move her.

She didn't speak, but I felt her nod against my shoulder.

"Good, now I'll speak. Lesia, what I want is for you to be mine; to belong to me. As I've said, I have only your best interest in mind, and should you be uncomfortable or scared all you need do is tell me. And, in return, I devout myself to you -- giving you anything you could want and need. Of course, you'll need to keep an open mind, my dear, but that's something we can work on together." My hand continued to move up and down her back, and I felt the stream of tears running slow to a stop. "Does that make sense?"

Lesia leaned back in my arms to peer at my face -- her eyes red and puffy. I wiped some of the wetness off of her cheeks and put both of my hands on the small of her back waiting for her to say something. Her hands still around my neck, she leaned in and placed a small kiss on my lip and I could taste the salt of her tears as she backed away.

"May I ask a question?" Her voice sounded more normal, but still small.

"Will you answer mine afterward?" I teased causing a small smile to break on her face. She gave me an innocent not, "What is your question?" I asked.