Ms. Cane's Game Ch. 02

"Still!" the command came immediately, almost making her jump again.

The fingertip returned, this time pressing slightly more, the teasing making Harriet shudder.

"Now tell me," Ms. Cane spoke from behind her, "Have you been this wet all day?"

Harriet didn't respond, assuming it was rhetorical, hoping to taunt her into more humiliation.

"Answer me." her voice cut through the air.

"I - err, I don't - no." Harriet fumbled with her words, hearing a few steps move away then back towards her as she stuttered.

Suddenly, she felt a sharp pain across both of her ass cheeks. It wasn't her hand this time.

"You seem to be insistent on disobeying me. Either you're stupid, or you want to be punished. We'll have to find out which you are."

Harriet yelped as she felt the long thin object slap her ass again. The third strike was even harsher, and she held back a scream; 'there might still be people around' she thought.

"What are you?"

"I'm stupid, I'm a stupid little girl!" Harriet said, desperate not to hit again. She was hit for the fourth time before she added "Mistress"

"Finally. Now, you will answer my questions, as you already knew you should. You will answer them truthfully, and if I think you're lying - I'll hit you with this ruler"

'Shit', Harriet thought, 'Everytime I think I can deal with her she finds a new way to humiliate me.'

"I understand, mistress."

"Good girl. So - Have you been this wet all day?" She pronounced each word slowly, as if she were talking to an idiot.

"Yes, mistress" Harriet said reluctantly. Despite the fact she had been bent over a desk with her ass on show for god knows how long, saying this was what made her face turn red.

"Did you masturbate today?"

"No mistress" She felt the ruler gently touch her ass, remain there for a few seconds before being taken away.

"Did you want to?"

Harriet hesitated for a moment before saying again "No mistress"

The ruler was brought down on her tender flesh once again.

"Lie. Did you want to masturbate?"

"Yes...mistress" Harriet said in between deep breaths.

Harriet felt the ruler again, but this time the smooth wooden stick was pushed between her legs. Ms. Cane slowly rubbed it against Harriet's pussy, sliding easily against her wet folds. Harriet felt great relief, the pain becoming easier to bear as the blood rushed to her crotch once again.

The ruler was removed, and with it came the return of the frustration - the urgent need for release that she had felt earlier in the day.

"Remember how you disappointed me earlier today? I want you to tell me each thing you did wrong, then I will give you two spanks for it; lucky for you I'll be using my hands. Each time I administer the punishment, you will thank me for it. If you forget one, then I will give you five spanks for it. Understand?"

"Yes mistress - thankyou mistress"

"Start."

Harriet racked her brain for what she had done, her thoughts lost for the moment by the recent influx of pain and pleasure.

"Err-" Ms. Cane's hand hit her left ass cheek to hurry her up. It was less painful than the ruler, but still stung.

"I didn't knock this morning!" She blurted out.

"That's right... but you did that twice"

She spanked her fiercely, four times for the two offences. Harriet responded "Thankyou Mistress."

"I slammed the door." *Slap!* *Slap!* "Thankyou Mistress"

"I - I took too long with the coffee" *Slap!* *Slap!* "Thankyou Mistress"

"I put too much sugar in your coffee" *Slap!* *Slap!* "Thankyou Mistress"

"Anything else?"

Harriet sought her mind for anything else, but she couldn't think of anything.

"That's all, Mistress Cane."

She waited with bated breath to find out if she was right, before finally she got a response.

"Wrong. You didn't say 'Yes, Miss' when I was with Mr. Thompson, you know that you should say that instead of 'Yes, Mistress' when we are in public, not just 'Yes' on its own. You also hesitated to follow my orders on a few occasions, which will not be tolerated. I'd say that earns you...fifteen spanks. There were more than two instances of hesitation, but I'm a kind Mistress." Harriet gritted her teeth in expectation of the spanking.

*Slap!* *Slap!*

Harriet bit her lip, muttering thanks.

*Slap!* *Slap!*

She gave way and let out a whine.

*Slap!* *Slap!* *Slap!* *Slap!*

The noises she made gradually increased in volume, until she was outwardly yelping.

*Slap!* *Slap!* *Slap!* *Slap!*

Mistress Cane's hands came down harder and harder as they reached fifteen.

*Slap!* *Slap!* *Slap!*

As soon as the punishment was finished, Harriet felt the heat of the blows across her behind, burning from the impact of the spanking.

Ms. Cane gave her a minute to recover before commanding her once again.

"Get up." Slowly Harriet stood up straight. "Turn around."

Harriet shuffled around, her jeans still bunched up around her ankles. She looked into the eyes of her Mistress, who was incredibly close to her, looking down on the smaller schoolgirl. Harriet realised that this was the first time she had seen her during the entire ordeal. She glanced up at the clock on the wall behind her, it read 3:50 - she still had another forty minutes before she could go home.

"Don't look at the clock, look at me. Now sit on the desk."

Harriet pulled herself on top of the desk she had just been bent over, wincing as she shuffled her bruised ass across.

"Kick the jeans off", Harriet did so quickly, suddenly feeling a lot more threatened now that she was face to face with the teacher. Despite this fear, she felt a twinge of excitement in her, that part of her that deep down wanted to see where this lead.

"Your ass was a glorious shade of red after that. And that's the way it's always going to look if you can't follow some simple rules. But - no matter how swollen your butt was, I'm betting it won't be as much as that dirty cunt of yours. Spread your legs."

She had never heard anyone refer to her vagina as a 'cunt' before, and the comment hit hard - Harriet found it difficult enough to say the word 'pussy'. Despite this shock, she obeyed immediately, opening her legs and displaying her pussy.

"Tell me, little girl, do you want to touch yourself?"

"Yes, mistress." Harriet replied, far beyond lying about what she felt now.

"Why should I let you? What do I get out of this?"

"I'll be a - a good... assistant"

"You should always be a good slave for me, even if you never get to fuck yourself!"

With great speed, Ms. Cane grabbed the ruler from her desk behind her and slapped Harriet's inner thigh. Instinctively Harriet's legs closed and she covered the red mark with her hands.

"Keep them open!" Harriet slowly opened them again.

"You need to realise something. I am the one in charge here, it's for my pleasure that you serve." As she spoke she held the ruler between Harriet's legs, pressing the flat surface against her pussy.

"You know I could finger you like I did earlier every single day this week and never let you cum, and you would be fine with that - because you are a slave. You are my toy to play with. Now, why should I let you rub that swollen pussy?"

As she spoke Harriet found herself feeling hotter and hotter, her pussy burning with need, even more than her ass singed with pain.

"I don't deserve to, but, if you're feeling gracious, you can allow me to. I have been - distracted with being so turned on, all day, I can serve you better if I can find some...release." Harriet said this between pants, still reeling from the shock of the slap to her thigh.

When she received no response, she continued:

"I'm your toy, and I think it might give you pleasure to let me cum. My orgasm... is yours to command"

"You have a way with words. Rub your pussy as you like, but don't cum unless I give you permission."

Harriet realised what she was about to do for a moment, before deliberately forgoing the usual overthinking and letting herself just do it. As soon as her hand touched her lips she gasped, both at the sensation and how wet she had become. She immediately started rubbing, moving her fingers in circles, gliding across her wet folds with ease. Normally, she would do this for at least five minutes before penetrating herself, but Harriet was so ready she slipped a finger in after only a few seconds. She let out a groan as she brought a second finger inside.

"Fuck fuck fuck" she panted as she fingered herself, her hand becoming coated in her own wetness.

"Look at me. Keep your eyes open" She heard a voice say. Opening her eyes she saw Ms. Cane still stood in front of her, leaning against her desk and staring at her with hunger in her eyes. She felt a pulse of pleasure run through her whole torso as they made eye contact.

"Ohhh godddd" she whimpered.

Ms. Cane stood up and moved closer to her student. She leaned forward and, to Harriet's surprise, placed her lips against hers. Harriet couldn't help but respond to the kiss, confused by the sudden tenderness but willing to go with it. Miss Cane kissed her slowly but held her firmly, and as they continued to make out she felt Cane's hands reach under her t-shirt and up her back. She unclasped her bra, and broke the kiss as she stepped back, freeing Harriet's breasts, though they were still under clothing.

"Rub your breast"

Harriet's left hand shot under her t-shirt and held her breast, her fingers finding the rock-hard nipple and squeezing it between her fingers.

She continued to fuck her pussy with her fingers, but brought her thumb up to her clitoris, gently stroking the little nub. This combination sent tingles across her body, and she felt the wave of orgasm approach like it did earlier.

"Stop." Ms. Cane commanded, though Harriet barely heard her.

"Stop!" She said, louder now, and brought the ruler back down on the inside of her thigh.

Harriet's hands shot from their previous positions, and ached to return soon after. She was slumped over, angry, and out of breath.

"Take off your top... and sit up straight, hands at your sides."

Slowly Harriet responded, too slow for Ms. Cane's liking, so received another sharp blow to her thigh by the ruler.

Ms. Cane smiled down at the girl in front of her, the girl who was sometimes so rebellious, sometimes so submissive, but either way sat with her legs apart, her breasts exposed, and her pussy glistening with her excitement. Her face was red with exhaustion, and maybe the humiliation too, and her eyes glared with desire. The teacher had been looking forward to this

"The reason I won't let you have your orgasm - well, one of the reasons - is that you need to learn the order of things. It's easy enough to say you're my toy to do what I wish with, and that you serve me... But you need to feel it, and know that the slave's needs are second to her mistress', and that she may only cum once she has made her mistress cum."

Harriet gulped.

A smile shot across Ms. Cane's face for a moment, and she silently turned on her heel, walking back behind her own desk. Harriet couldn't help but watch as she nonchalantly pulled her trousers down to the floor, revealing her red lace panties, a shock given the generally modest and dark clothing she wore above them. She folded her trousers and placed them on the tabletop, sat down and tucked the chair under the desk.

Not wanting to face punishment again, and still in a haze from what she had been made to do, Harriet slipped off the table, her ass still stinging from the spanking. Her trepidation met the cool, unblinking stare of Ms. Cane. She closed her eyes for a moment, knowing what she must do and willing away the self-consciousness that plagued her. She breathed in and out, getting down on her knees and crawling under the desk. Ahead of her, level with her trembling mouth, was the crotch of another woman.

Cane slowly parted her legs, drawing Harriet in as she did. The student's heart was racing, beating against her chest, and her whole body ached with arousal. Thousands of thoughts shot through her mind, questions of whether this is what she wants, whether this is simply a manipulation of her body, but as quickly as these thoughts appeared they were lost to the warmth she felt between her legs.

With no further need for instruction, she brought her hands off of the carpet and to the waistband of her teacher's underwear. She slipped the tips of her fingers in, lightly grazing the smooth skin beneath, the intimacy of this contact alone overwhelming her for a moment. She started to pull them down, and Ms. Cane lifted herself off the chair to let them slip down to her knees.

Barely waiting for them to hit the floor, Harriet pushed her head between her teacher's knees. It was only as she saw her vulva up close, as close as she had ever been to another girl's... parts, that she paused. A slight aroma both familiar and new reached her, causing butterflies in her stomach. Harriet looked up and saw that same smirk that made her feel so powerless. Ms. Cane reached down and combed her fingers through Harriet's hair, before clenching her fist and pulling her closer. Harriet understood and followed the movement, her tongue finding its first taste of pussy.

Ms. Cane let out a sigh, as much of pleasure as triumph. The teacher had gotten her student right where she wanted her - between her legs. Harriet tried to be delicate, licking slowly and planting long kisses on the vulva before her. After a minute of this, Harriet felt her hair pulled again, and she was pulled into her teacher's pussy.

Thoughts of what she was doing, and who she was doing it to only brought anxiety, so Harriet tried to forget about the details. Not that it was hard, as her mind was flooded with the erotic situation. With her mouth pressed against her wet folds, she could taste another woman's arousal. Without the space to move away, she breathed through her nose and that same arousal engaged her on another sensory level. Her own pussy still felt warm and neglected, inflamed by her denied orgasm. It was as if her identity, her rational mind was moving further and further away, and in this heated moment she was only a wet pussy and a servile mouth. Even the raw stinging from her spanking receded into the background.

To distract herself from her flustered sex, she occupied herself with the task at hand. With a fervour she began to swirl her tongue around her inner lips, before working her way further up.

As her tongue found the clitoris, Ms. Cane gasped, and placed her hands on the arms of her chair. The teacher had held back as much as she could, thinking of giving pleasure as a power-play, but as Harriet began to suck her breathing became quick and deep. The girl was clumsy, but driven by desire. Besides, Ms. Cane had been waiting for this for long enough that the situation itself elevated her to a state of arousal she rarely reached with or without a partner. She half-moaned, half-laughed, a smile permanently on her face.

Harriet began to slow as her jaw ached slightly, never having used those particular muscles for an extended amount of time. She felt almost light-headed with the heat of her own body, and the one she was pleasuring. The shock of the event made it feel as if time was sped up, and yet her own need for an orgasm kept things excruciatingly slow.

Sensing the girl slowing down, as well as her own building orgasm, Ms. Cane grasped Harriet's hair once again and brought her tightly against her pussy. The girl tensed and panicked for a moment before realising Cane's grip was too tight to pull away and submitting to it. The teacher took more and more control of her movements and Harriet flattened her tongue and held it still, moving her head up and down to give her tongue a rest. Her mistress' moans faded into silence, though she continued to guide Harriet to lick her clit up and down.

Harriet sensed her teacher tense up shortly before the silence was broken, as if she had been holding her breath in anticipation, now breathing in short sharp bursts as she approached the precipice. Harriet knew it was close to over, but in one last effort to do good she brought her lips to the clitoris and sucked, twirling her tongue around it as she did. Having not received oral pleasure before, this was merely a fantasy of Harriet's - a technique she had assumed would feel good, but never guessed she'd be using on another woman. She was proven right.

Ms. Cane's shook as she came, as if the pleasure had unexpectedly shot from her pussy to every nerve in her body, showing in her abdomen's rhythmic contractions. Harriet watched another person orgasm for the first time, captivated by the sight and rooted to her position between her thighs. She continued to suck her clit throughout the orgasm before slowly coming to a stop. Her teacher, clearly exhausted, dismissively pushed her head away.

Harriet remained on her knees beneath the table, unsure what to do with herself now that she had finished her task. Not wanting to do anything to offend, she stayed there until Ms. Cane recovered her energy and stood up. She grabbed her panties off the floor and quickly slipped them back on, then took her trousers from the desktop and got dressed. The sounds of her sighs was all she could hear of her teacher now, who had wordlessly walked out of view and started organising some papers Harriet couldn't see. Still under the desk, she felt like a pet, only catching glances at the bottom half of her mistress.

"You can come out now"

Harriet, suddenly feeling embarrassed and nervous again, turned around and crawled out from under the desk, tentatively standing up to see the woman waiting with her hands on her hips. Today had been a day spent under her heel, but at this moment she felt more powerless than ever - with Cane stood above her, fully dressed, as she was fully nude. What's worse is that despite her spirit of rebellion, the burning arousal she felt was not something she could ignore. She knew she was submitting, but she welcomed the orgasm she had earned.

Ms. Cane looked down at her and smiled.

"You look so sweet with my pussy juice all over your mouth"

Harriet, not realising until now that her chin was glistening with another woman's secretions, instinctively raised her hand to her face to wipe it away.

"Don't!" Harriet stopped in her tracks, before Cane continued in a softer tone, "Allow me."

Ms. Cane slowly reached out to Harriet's face, and as she touched her the girl compulsively leaned into her, her body desperate for any kind of contact. She wiped along her chin with her thumb, and then brought it to her bottom lip. Harriet allowed her to stick her thumb into her mouth, bringing with it the taste of pussy once more.

Smiling gently, Ms. Cane pushed her thumb further in, and Harriet intuitively sucked on it after it was slowly pushed back and forth between her lips for a long moment. "Good girl," she whispered, and then withdrew. Snapping Harriet out of her daze, Ms. Cane turned around and grabbed her bag off a nearby desk, and headed towards the door. "I'll see you tomorrow morning".

Harriet was in shock, but snapped out of it as her teacher reached the door. "Wait!" she half-shouted, wanting an explanation as much as she wanted the door to stay shut when she was stood nude in the middle of the room. Ms. Cane turned around with that familiar half-smile, and said flatly:

"What?"

Harriet, struggled to communicate for a moment, and settled with the direct but inexplicit "What about me?"

After a short pause, an amused Ms. Cane said "What about you?"

Harriet felt the words "please make me cum" travel to her lips, but not make it past them. Instead she stood in silence as she reached for her jeans that she had kicked off earlier and held them to her chest. She had crossed the line where she would allow herself to have a Mistress who dictated when and where she could be pleasured, and in a few days of denial she was now just at the point where she allowed that Mistress to own her orgasm, offering it like a reward, a sticker on her schoolwork. She had already asked, and now she was ignored. She just couldn't beg, it felt too... slutty - like she was pathetic.