Lessons and Music

"Yes sir, that's fine, I understand."

"Good, then I'll see you next week."

On her lesson plan I wrote my address and phone number.

"One last thing, Emma." I said as she was packing up her guitar.

"At the end of every lesson I would like you to thank me for teaching you."

"Yes sir." she said right away. "Thank you, sir, for being my teacher. I'm very much looking forward to my next lesson with you, sir." Her smile was full and simply radiant, her words perfect.

"Thank you, Emma. And I assure you I am also very excited to see you for your next lesson."

And with that, she left the practice room. I sat in silence, breathing slowly and letting my cock settle down. I then went to fetch my next student and spent the rest of the evening dreaming about what I was going to plan for Emma's next lesson.

"Life is like a piano... what you get out of it depends on how you play it." Albert Einstein

That week could not pass quickly enough. Not a day passed when I didn't imagine all the things I wanted to do at Emma's next lesson. When she finally arrived at my apartment I had to work hard to keep my cool and composed demeanor.

When my doorbell rang I knew it was her. I slowly stood, made sure my shirt and tie were straight, and walked to the door. It opened to Emma holding her guitar in its gig bag. She was smiling brightly and nervously. She looked absolutely adorable.

She had on her red Converse again, this time with tall white socks that went above her knees. A few inches of her thighs were exposed before being covered again, this time by a short plaid skirt. Tucked into that she had a white button down shirt which had the top couple buttons undone to show what little cleavage an obvious pushup bra could create with her modest chest. And above that cleavage again was the black collar necklace that I so adored. She had really decided to embrace the schoolgirl student vibe, and I loved it. Her blue eyes were as bright as ever under her head of pink dyed hair.

For my part I was wearing my normal dress shirt, this one light blue, with a white tie that was dappled with cherry blossoms, and then my ubiquitous black dress pants which seemed to be the only thing I had in my wardrobe for several years.

"Hello Emma, it's good to see you! Please come in!" I said, all smiles, but making concerted and unbreaking eye contact.

"Hello sir!" She said, smiling in her effervescent way. Though a tinge of nervousness was certainly there.

I led her into my apartment. The door opened straight into my living room, off of which was the kitchen and small dining area to the right with no door, only a small pass through, in between. At the back of the living room was a hallway that led to the bathroom and two bedrooms. In the center of the living room, between my sofa and television, I had placed two wooden chairs and two practice amps.

I directed Emma to sit in one chair while I took my place in the other next to which rested my own guitar. A music stand sat in between the two chairs.

"Go ahead and take out your guitar and get yourself plugged in. Get your lesson books out as well."

"Yes sir." She said, and proceeded to do so. As she got herself prepared I couldn't help but steal glances at her adorable face and sexy little body. Those tall socks and short skirt were particularly alluring. I too grabbed my guitar and prepared to begin the lesson.

"I like to start every lesson with an improvisation exercise." I explained to her. I showed her how the simple pentatonic scale I'd give her to learn could be played over the top of the chord progression I'd also had her learn. I started by having her play the progression and I soloed over it. Then we switched so she could play some simple solos off the pentatonic scale. She clearly had musical feel even if her technical skills were very much those of a beginner.

Those first ten minutes or so of the lesson passed just as any other might, but by then I was getting anxious to start taking things in the decidedly less instructional direction I felt Emma's lessons were destined to go.

"You're still not maintaining a steady rhythm with your right hand as you strum through the chord progression, Emma. It's better than last week, but still not what I'm looking for. You need to keep your right hand steady no matter what. Even if your left hand doesn't get to the next chord right away, at least for right now, I want you to keep that right hand strum steady. Here, let me show you." I said, and stood.

I took the step and a half it took to get behind Emma again and lowered myself onto one knee behind her, as I had in our first lesson.

"I'm going to finger the chords, and you're going to do something for me. You need to be able to maintain a steady rhythm even through mistakes in the left hand and and distractions that may arise." I said.

I gently grabbed her left hand in mine and directed it down between her legs. I pressed it up between her thighs, pushing her skirt up with it, until her hand pushed against her pussy over her panties. I could feel the heat on my hand from between her legs. I could see the nervous excitement on her face.

She gasped.

I leaned in close to her ear. "Rub" I said gently. "Nice and slow, don't stop. Don't cum without my permission. Understood?"

I knew I'd just progressed quickly. Too quickly? Did I go too far? Surely it was clear she wanted this. I waited for her response, likely just as nervous as she was, but determined to show only confident composure.

With a voice that was all air she replied "Yes sir."

To demonstrate a bit of what I wanted I slowly started to rub her hand against her pussy with mine, putting pressure in just the right spot. She got the idea quickly and continued the motion on her own. She moaned ever so slightly and deliciously.

Then I placed my left hand on the fingerboard of her guitar to play the chords. I then wrapped my right arm around her little body and took her right hand in my own.

"Keep this arm loose and relaxed, I'm going to show you the correct motions." I said to her.

I then essentially played her guitar for her, holding her right hand in mine so she could feel the smooth and steady motions necessary for playing the chord progression correctly. All the while her left hand moved between her legs and she let out the occasional squeak or whimper of pleasure. It was absolutely delightful.

Even as I knew she was experiencing far too much stimulation right now to be able to take in additional information I spoke to her in a very teachery way about the techniques I wanted her to use. After a couple minutes of this I stopped playing and said "Now you show me."

I reached down and gently moved her left hand from between her legs back onto her fretboard.

"Play nice and smoothly. Keep that right hand steady while you change chords with your left."

"I'll try sir." She said.

"Good girl." I replied. Then I placed my hand between her legs once more, again sliding her skirt up with it.

She let out another small gasp as I applied more pressure against her little cotton panties with my own hand than she had been.

"Play" I said with an evil grin that she couldn't see as I remained on one knee behind her. As she began to play through the chord progression I initiated my ministrations between her legs. I pressed with moderate pressure against her panties and could feel her pussy, soft and warm, behind them. I could feel her arousal. I slowly moved my fingers up and down against her.

"Oh fuck!" She said immediately.

"Play!" I said, more firmly.

"Yes sir." She managed to squeak out; she was becoming incapable of maintaining her composure and I loved it. I loved breaking her down into a mess of arousal while telling her to simultaneously keep it together and follow my instructions. Her internal struggle to do as I said while her arousal and pleasure made that task increasingly difficult was beautiful, exactly what I wanted.

She began to try and play the chord progression but she was clearly far too distracted to be able to do so. Nonetheless, I enjoyed watching her struggle to follow my instructions. Just as she got through the first couple chords I doubled the speed of my hand on her.

"Ooooooo" she cried out and again stopped playing.

"Play!" I said, more firmly this time. She was breathing more heavily and quickly now.

Then as she began to try to play again I slid my fingers up to the top of her panties and then pushed my hand down into them. Emma moaned at the sensation. I could feel that her pussy was totally bare, not even a hint of stubble. 'Good girl' I thought in my head.

Her wetness was pervasive in her panties, she was clearly very excited. I gently slipped my middle finger over her clit and began to rub it back and forth slowly.

"Oh fuck sirrrrrrr!" She moaned. "I can't... I can't" she said, panting.

"You will play or you will be disciplined!" I said, firmly.

Even as she began again to try and play I moved my finger faster over her clit.

"Ahhhhhh!" She nearly screamed, in full voice this time, and she actually dropped her pick as she bent at her waist from the pleasure.

"Sir please!" She cried loudly.

"Please what?" I asked.

"Please may I be allowed to cum!?"

"No." I said, smiling, and continued my ministrations upon her. With my right hand I reached around her little waist and grabbed her guitar, setting it gently aside. No need to risk the instrument being dropped.

"Sir!" *Gasp* "Please!" *Gasp* "I can't!" *Gasp* "Please I'm going to cum!"

"You are not allowed! I have not given permission!" I said back to her. Not yelling, but making my voice authoritative and firm.

"Pleeeeeaaaaaase" she said in a tiny, high little voice while she closed her eyes hard and gripped the edge of the chair with both hands, her knuckles turning white.

I said nothing and only continued to move my finger faster. I lifted my right hand and carefully but firmly grabbed her by the throat right against her soft fabric collar.

That was it, she was done for.

She let out a cry that was more choked by her own ecstasy than it was my grip on her neck. Her body convulsed against my arms as I held her tightly, one hand on her pussy and the other on her throat. I savored her pleasure as my own, I was drunk on the power I had over her. I leaned in, tilted her head to the side, and bit onto her neck. I couldn't help myself, she was just too wonderful to resist. She cried out as the sharp pain of my teeth shot itself into the pleasure of her orgasm. I relinquished my mouth from her neck, only a small imprint left, but maintained the hold I had on her throat with my hand.

Slowly she came down from the pleasure and in concert I loosened my grip on her.

When her orgasm was finally finished I stood up off my knee. I leaned down and gently tilted her face up to me with a hand cupped lightly on her chin. I leaned in and planted a kiss on her lips which she reciprocated first lazily, but then with hunger and desire.

Even though I wanted more, I pulled away just because I wanted to leave her wanting more.

I looked down at her. "Young lady, did I give you permission to do that?"

"Sir" she began. "You wouldn't stop. I couldn't..."

I interrupted her. "Did I give you permission!?" I asked sternly.

Her eyes fell. "No sir." She said in a small voice.

I walked a step over to my sofa and sat down on it. "Stand." I told her and pointed to a spot on the floor next to my knee. She stood, and with her head down she moved to where I was pointing.

"Look at my eyes." I told her. She didn't have to lift her head much as she stood and I was seated, but she looked up just enough to look into my eyes with hers. I spent a few seconds making strong eye contact, god her eyes were so beautiful and deep. Then I let her see as I scanned her cute little body. I started at the already fading light pink marks my fingers had made against her neck. I looked at her chest, her pale skin above her pushed up small cleavage blushing pink. I wandered my eyes over her skirt, her legs, and then back up again to look back into those blue eyes.

"You," I said accusatorily, but finished in a gentle and honest tone. "are incredibly beautiful."

She smiled and said "Thank you sir." Her face was flushed and she looked cute as a button.

"You also are a naughty girl who did not follow my instructions."

Something akin to frustration crossed her face. Clearly she wanted to be seen as a 'good girl' and obviously she knew that I'd given her no chance to be able to succeed at following my orders. But I wanted to spank her, and it's more fun when there is at least the semblance of a pretense as to why she was about to be disciplined.

I spread my legs, my erection not hiding at all behind my thin dress pants, and pointed to my left knee. "Get over my knee, young lady." I said.

"But sir! I really tried not to..." she began to complain.

Again I interrupted her, employing the time honored method of counting.

"Three!"

"Two!"

She moved immediately and got down between my legs. She leaned over my left knee and rested her torso on the sofa cushions to my left, her bottom sticking out to the right. Her knees didn't touch the ground but her feet did. I wrapped her legs up by putting my right leg over them as they stuck out to the side on the floor.

"Good girl." I said to her. As I said it I looked at her face and I could see her smile.

I grabbed the hem of her skirt and flipped it easily up over her hips. She let out a little moan at this, which made me smile. She was wearing cute little white cotton panties with small lace around the edges. The leg holes were cut with a high angle that allowed almost half of her round little bottom to be exposed.

I placed my left hand on the back of her neck to hold her head down, I wanted her to feel trapped and helpless. Then I gently touched her bottom with my right hand. I felt her shudder as I did so, goosebumps shot across the flesh of her butt and I loved how they looked. Her narrow little ass was so smooth and pert, it felt exquisite in my hand. I gave it a few nice little squeezes; even sliding my thumb between her cheeks to brush against her little hole just to see her reaction.

Then without preamble I raised my hand back and dropped it down hard onto her bottom, directly onto her right cheek. It made a loud 'SLAP' sound and immediately Emma cried out. Giving her no time to recover or process I repeated the action only this time bringing my hand down onto her left cheek. Then again, until I'd spanked her 10 times in total in quick succession. Each slap rang out and each strike made her yelp.

"Don't make too much noise now, my girl. We don't want to alarm the neighbors." I said to her, in a calm and soothing tone.

In truth, I loved the noises she made... but it was also an apartment building and I didn't need anyone getting too suspicious.

I again started bringing my hand down. This time I gave 10 good swats to each cheek before moving over to the other. I loved how each successive spank to the same spot made her squirm more intensely. The more she squirmed the tighter I held her head and legs down and the harder I spanked her. Of course, as I spanked her harder she squirmed more so her actions were quite self-defeating. I couldn't help but grin at this as I went.

After just a couple sets of 10 in a row to each cheek she was really starting to cry out.

"If you cannot control your mouth, young lady, I will control it for you." I said, chidingly.

In one swift motion I grabbed her panties and yanked them down her thighs, exposing her backside to me along with her beautiful glistening pussy between her legs.

For a moment I lifted my leg off of hers so I could pull her panties all the way down and off over her legs and feet. As soon as I had them off I again held her legs down with my own. I took her panties in my hand and held them in front of her face.

"Open." I said.

She did so.

I roughly stuffed her soft little white panties into her mouth, getting as much of them in as I could. She whined a couple little complaints as the panties went in, but already they were nice and muffled.

"Keep them there." I commanded her.

Then I looked back down at her ass, totally exposed to me now. Her skin was pink though with a clear line of slightly less pink where her panties had covered. I wanted her whole bottom to be nice and red, especially her sit spots so she'd be reminded of this for a day or so.

I went back at it, increasing the strength with which I spanked her. I loved feeling her wriggle against me and hear her cries, dampened by her own panties stuffed in her mouth. To elicit these things I so desired I would pick one spot and give it many iterative swats. 5, 10, even 20 swats in a row right on one spot. Oh how that made her squeal and thrash. She'd reach back and try to block my swats with her hand and I'd grab her wrist and hold it behind her back while leveraging my elbow and weight along with the sofa back to keep her from being able to move the arm I couldn't grab.

Finally her whole butt was a nice deep shade of pink. My hand marks were distinctive in places, and I couldn't help but love how great her spanked little bottom looked.

As she laid there across my lap, breathing heavily, I reached over and removed the panties from her mouth, tossing them onto the floor. I gently stroked her cheek with the back of my fingers and felt just a light streak of tears. I literally let out a deep groan of pleasure upon discovering that she'd cried a little. She was so vulnerable and so lovely, I just wanted to make her feel safe and protected even as I enjoyed hurting her.

"You took that very well, Emma. You're a very good girl." I said, and I meant it. "Are you my good little girl?" I asked her.

"Yes sir." She said, sounding just a bit plugged up.

"Yes you are. You're my good girl. Now go ahead and stand in front of me."

I helped her stand up from over my knee and placed my hands on her hips as she positioned herself in front of me.

"Hands on your head now, no rubbing that sore bottom." I said. She complied immediately and put her hands on her head. I looked at her skirt and found the clasps at the side which held it up. I undid them and let the skirt fall to her feet. I was greeted with a lovely bare little pussy, its arousal evident from the clear little mess it was making between her thighs which left just a small gap between them below her pussy. On her pelvis just above and to the right of her mound was a very cute little tattoo of a certain small green video game dinosaur who isn't averse to giving rides to plumbers.

My apartment was on the second floor. In the living room where we were was a large window that looked out to an identical building about 30 feet away, between them was a sidewalk and a small garden.

"Go stand in front of the window, please. Keep your hands on your head, and think about how you will better follow my instructions moving forward."

"Yes sir" she said meekly, and went to stand in front of the window with her nakedness on display for anyone to see. Of course she still had on her shirt and tall socks, but anyone who might look could see her pussy right there at the window. Now, I knew this was very unlikely. And I intended to watch and if I saw anyone I'd tell her to step back. But I certainly didn't tell her that.

As she stood there I picked up a musical instrument catalogue off my end table and began slowly flipping through the pages. The truth was I couldn't take my eyes off of Emma, her beautiful spanked bottom on display for me to see. Nonetheless, I felt the sound of slowly turning pages might be a nice little thing for her to hear, instilling the idea that she may very well be standing there for quite some time.