Intentional Accidents

"Why do call me pet?" She tilted her head questioningly.

I chuckled nervously and looked away, buying a bit of time. When I looked back at her she hadn't moved aside from her smile widening. Damn, I thought, she's so patient.

"Well," I started, "There are a few things about me that you'll learn, and I'll be more than happy to explain at a better time. For now, let's say it's a 'pet' name; just as you call me professor." I knew the explanation was vague if anything, but I hoped she wouldn't pry. It was a wasted hope.

Lesia's eyebrows furrowed and her face scrunched like she was trying to look at something very small. "

I don't understand," she said, all evidence of tears gone from her voice.

I sighed and lowered my forehead to her shoulder.

"Okay," I said against her, "I'll be forward with you. Do you know what a submissive and a dominant is?"

"Like personalities?"

"Mmm, that's a good way to put it. Yes like personalities, but they are just titles of people -- "

"Like Doctor," She chirped.

"Yes, like Doctor. Well, in this case it is a sexual and at times emotional relation between two people. I'm sure you can guess who's the more 'dominant' of the two --" she nodded --"So at times a dominant may call a submissive 'pet' to sort of establish the status of the relationship."

I felt that I had been just rambling to no end, and when I finally stopped speaking the smile had all but disappeared from Lesia's face.

"So, are you my dominant?" She sounded like she was asking me a question in my classroom, and automatically my teacher voice bubbled to the surface.

"I would very much so like to be, but not so much that I'd treat you as a lesser like most dominants do to their pets."

"Pets? You have more girls like me?" I could hear the disappointment in her voice and it made me happy to know that the thought of anyone else between us was as displeasing to her as it was to me.

"No, no darling. I do not have others, nor do I want others. You are the only woman I want if you'll have me."

Lesia smiled, her previous concern forgotten.

"What did you mean when you said dominants treat their pets like lessers?" She cocked her head to the side again, shifting on my lap.

"Well, they treat them like pets. Worse than even -- but not to harm them of course- all out of pleasure, but only pleasure. I want the emotional aspect of a relationship, but I want to treat you like you're mine," I tried to lessen the tension between us with a slight shrug.

"Like I'm yours? So like spanking me?" I'm not sure if she did it consciously, but she bit her lip for just a second after she said that.

"Yes, like punishing you. It would also be vice versa, as in rewarding you, but the details of which aren't so important at this moment." I looked deep into her eyes before continuing, "Look Lesia, I don't have explanations for everything or a plan, all I know is how I feel and what I want. You. We can figure everything else out along the way -- what you like, what you don't like, what works, and what doesn't. I just- I want to know if you'll give me a chance."

I felt my words rushing out of me and realized for the first time in a long time that I was nervous. I fought my eyes to keep from looking away from her, determine to show her that I am still the confident teacher that fucked her last night. Lesia let out a small huff of air before looking away from me.

"You're my teacher, Dr. Redding. Aren't you worried?"

I chuckled then and watched her face set in irritation -- like she wanted to spank me herself.

"I'm sorry, I don't mean to laugh. To answer your question, no I am not worried. Aside from the fact that the semester ends next week, you are nearly done with college. Is that correct?"

"Yes, professor, I need 10 more credits," She sounded so cute and proud.

"Not to mention my connections and the discretion you and I will exercise, my answer is no. I have no need to worry and neither should you," I tilted my head when I realized, "Is this what you're worried about? Me? What might happen to me?"

Lesia looked away and pressed her fingertips on her lips -- like a nervous tick. I smiled, feeling a victory coming soon.

"Oh no, darling please. I am a grown ass woman. I can take care of myself, and I promise you nothing will happen. I will be careful to make sure nothing ever happens to you," My voice was warm and soft, and I couldn't keep my affection from slipping between my lips.

Then the safe bubble my words created was shattered by Lesia's piercing voice.

"And who's going to make sure nothing happens to you? Sure you can look after yourself, but what happens when that isn't enough?" She threw her hands up in frustration, her voice getting louder. I could feel my eyes wide but I was frozen in shock. "No, you know what? I will. I want to be yours, but I want you to let me make sure you're okay," She crossed her arms over her chest -- a very childlike thing from someone who just chewed me out -- and pouted her lip.

I shook my head to thaw my body, and a smile spread across my face.

"Well, I guess you're mine then," I said triumphantly.

"And you're mine," she countered.

I slipped my hand down to her ass and cupped it possessively. She let out a sexy -- and I mean fucking sexy -- giggle and put both her hands on my shoulders.

"I like that," I kissed her exposed collar bone and bit the skin at the base of her neck.

"Good," she breathed, her body shaking with anticipation.