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Teacher’s Pet, PT 63: A Serious Spanking

Your democratically elected discipline session begins now… (alternative version for those capable of behaving themselves in polls still to come.)

“No, I don’t understand, that’s the whole damn problem!” You yell the words at her, throwing caution to the wind.

Grisham’s brow lifts with a hint of incredulity. “You’re really going to push this, huh? Okay, little girl,” she says. “Let me help you understand.”

Your feet hit the ground and her hands go from holding your shirt, to pulling it open. Buttons pop off and fly across the room as she tugs the garment from your arms and then goes to work on your pants.

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The Democracy of Discipline

I don’t know about you all, but I’m really enjoying the current series here on SB. Writing in the second person isn’t exactly common for most kinds of stories, but this is based on the choose your adventure tales I loved reading when I was younger. To make this work and add some choice for the readers, I’ve added regular polls, some of which direct the outcome of a scene, some of which represent a turning point in the story, and others of which are like that extra switch in the spare room that you have no idea what it does.

Watching the voting on the polls is always fun for me, and it’s no surprise that there’s a certain amount of rebellion and bratitude on most of ’em. It’s fun, but I’m starting to feel a little bad for the people who consistently vote for options that won’t lead to stern punishments and never really end up getting to see their options played out. (Except when I write a little clemency in of my own accord.)

So for the next post, following on from PT 62, I’ll be doing two options, one for the marginalized 30% whose desires will forever be unattended to in our current semi-democratic process, and one for the 70% who are in deep, deep trouble now. (Seriously, you lot, so much trouble. Don’t say you weren’t warned.)

Teacher’s Pet, PT 62: Bad Attitude

“You’re scaring me,” you say, squirming off Grisham’s lap. “What are you trying to say? What’s happening?”

“I don’t know what’s happening,” she replies in pseudo-calming tones as she stands up. “I’m just wanting to take precautions in case something does happen. I’ll talk to Surnow and we’ll decide if we need to take any other measures. For now, let’s get you into a less obviously out of place uniform.”
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Teacher’s Pet, PT 61: Real Trouble

You’re exhausted, but you want to see the fort and you figure you’ve got time before Grisham comes back. There’s a not so little voice at the back of your head telling you that this isn’t a good idea, but you’re getting so used to ignoring that voice that you barely notice it at all.

As you emerge into the fort, you understand why Grisham spent so much time straightening you up. Everyone moves with precision and purpose. Their uniforms are spotless, perfectly pressed and presented with total pride. There is an atmosphere on the base that you find simultaneously intimidating and kind of awe inspiring. There must be over a thousand people here, but they all know their jobs and they’re all doing them.
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Teacher’s Pet, PT 59 : The Truth Comes Out

“I don’t know,” you shake your head as your hands go back to rub your aching behind. “That was… you really went in on me.”

“I haven’t started to go in on you,” Grisham says. “That was nothing.”

You screw up your face as your butt throbs. “That was definitely something.”

She chuckles and runs her hand through your hair. “Time to get this cut,” she says. “Not too short though,” she adds as her fingers curl in your locks and her dark eyes narrow into a smile which makes you quiver. “I want to be able to get a good grip on you.”

“That’s not fair,” you half-moan.
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Teacher’s Pet, PT 58: Bad Girls Don’t Cry

“I’m not that innocent,” you say. “I was in a cell, remember?”

“Mhm,” she says. “That’s not the kind of innocence I’m talking about.” She shakes her head at you and pulls you into a hug which leaves you pressed against her body, hard and yet soft at the same time. Grisham is so confusing. She has the capacity to simultaneously be one of the scariest people you’ve ever met, but she’s also given you more comfort than anyone else in this confusing time.

“You probably need as many of these as you need spankings,” she says, tapping your butt as she releases you and straightens your collar again. “We’ll start with the hair cut,” she says, her eyes running over you again with that critical gaze which makes you feel prickly and hot.
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Teacher’s Pet, PT 57: Just Too Innocent

Double update! I just love Grisham <3

“Coffee.”

You wake up to the strong smell of brew presented beneath your nose and sit up, blearily wiping sleep from your eyes as Grisham puts the mug next to the bed on a little woven coaster apparently set out for the purpose. You look up into her warm dark eyes while the sleep has yet to fall from yours and for a second, you can’t remember who this large, handsome woman is, or why you’re in her bed – then the whole embarrassing night comes flooding back. Being chased around Surnow’s office, getting caught… Terra leaving you in the clutches of Grisham, who is looking at you with a wry smile. Continue reading

Teacher’s Pet, PT 56: Spanked To Sleep

You escape to the bathroom and take a shower. It feels amazing, the best shower you’ve had in recent memory. The hot water relaxes your muscles and soothes a lot of your stress away. When you emerge, you’re glad to slip into something clean, even though it is Grisham’s oversized shirt.

When you leave the bathroom, Grisham is sitting on the bed, her legs spread, her hands clasped between her long thighs. She gives you a look that leaves you feeling flushed and confused.

“C’mere,” she says, crooking her finger at you.

You let out a whimper, but you’re too tired to disobey and start another fight, and you know Grisham could catch you easily. You walk toward her slowly, hoping that your night isn’t going to take yet another turn for the worse. The moment you’re in range, she reaches out, takes you by the hand and draws you between her legs. She’s so much taller than you, and so much stronger and both those facts are very apparent now more than ever as you stand vulnerable, naked under the shirt.
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Teacher’s Pet, PT 27: On the verge…

You make a little sound that might be words but is more like a moan. Terra continues to pet your sore bottom over your panties, while with the other hand her fingertips are trailing up your inner thigh ever so slowly. You hold your breath, your thighs parting a little more as her fingers almost reach the apex… and then leave your leg and hook in the waistband of your panties, just below your bellybutton.

You look into her eyes, not knowing what she is going to do with you, but being more than willing to find out. Instead of sliding her hand into your panties, she tugs lightly on the fabric, making it draw tight over your lower lips. It feels so good as she uses your own underwear to tease your pussy, rubbing the smooth fabric slowly back and forth to stimulate the hot little bud of your clit.

“I can’t fuck you, cadet, that would be against regulations,” she says, the sudden crude word sending a bolt of excitement through you. “But if a naughty cadet happens to cum on my lap, I can’t help that…”

She keeps massaging your pussy with your panties, the touch enough to stimulate you, but not enough to let you cum. That doesn’t mean you’re not caught in a total haze of arousal. Your nipples are hard, your face is flushed, you’re arching your hips to push your clit harder against the fabric of your panties.

“You are such a naughty girl,” Terra observes, tapping your bottom lightly. It’s just enough stimulation to reignite some of the sting from the paddle. “I might have to put you back over my knee and spank your bottom…”

The crotch of your panties are getting soaked. You want to cum so badly, but Terra is keeping you on the very edge of climax. You’re practically panting against her mouth, her lips less than an inch from yours…

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Teacher’s Pet, PT 26: Spanked and Sore…

Blushing furiously, you grab your panties and pull them over your cheeks. They seem smaller than they were when Terra pulled them down, as if your butt is swollen from the application of the paddle. You let out a little hiss of discomfort as the fabric touches your heated skin. The discomfort of having them up over your butt makes you forget all about pulling your pants up too. Maybe you’ll do that when you butt stops feeling like its lava. At least you’re somewhat covered now, though it doesn’t restore all that much of your dignity.

“Do we understand one another, cadet?” Terra asks the question, her fingers tracing over the flat of the paddle.

“Yes ma’am!” You say quickly. “I’m sorry.”

She sits down in her chair and beckons you over. Nervously, you take a single step forward, very much hoping she is not intending on taking you back over her thighs.
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The Trouble With Hope… (New Lesbia Chapter :D)

As the carriage pulled away and gathered speed, a dark figure appeared at the side of the road up ahead. Kira drove on, apparently unconcerned by the sudden apparition, and the carriage did not slow at all as the dark figure half-vaulted, half-scrambled up to sit next to Kira, who did not so much as bat an eyelash as the carriage was boarded.

The new passenger was a young woman with a round face, bright smile, and dark glossy hair which was cut short after the fashion of a page. She stared at Kira with a very pleased expression on her cherubic features, blue eyes brimming with pride. “There was an enemy scout,” she said. “There isn’t one any more.”

“Good,” Kira nodded, keeping her eyes on the road, scanning the path and bushes ahead for any signs of danger. One she was satisfied that they were safe for the moment, she risked a glance over at the young lady, letting her dark gaze run over her agile form. The young lady was clad in very light armor, black leather from head to toe, every bit of it sleekly oiled.

“Are you wounded?”

There was a nervous silence and a distinct aversion of those bright eyes before an answer came. “…No.”

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The Third Lesbia Book Is Here!

Meet Clockwork Goddess… the third book in the popular Lesbia series. It’s out now! It’s all done! It’s ready for your eyes! Hurray! I am so happy that this is finally out, Lesbia is one of my great passions and I hope you will enjoy reuniting with Ayla and Kira in this full length novel. 😀

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In a world where strict royal matriarchy rules, order is kept by way of public thrashings, and magic is ferreted out wherever it hides, it’s difficult for a legendary witch like Ayla to get any peace.

All she wants is a quiet life in her little forest home. But with a warrior banging at her door demanding she take care of not one but two clever miscreants, one a herbalist who prefers nudity to clothing, the other a wily intellectual whose quiet demeanor belies a volatile temperament – not to mention a civil war about to break out, Ayla is going to have to put her plans on hold.

As a young queen bears down on the witch and her friends, Ayla finds herself trying to wrangle as disparate a group of misbehaved rebels as ever took up arms. Fortunately she has the famous warrior Kira by her side, helping to impart a little discipline as fate and forces beyond any of their control put every innocent in Lesbia in danger.

To save herself and those she loves, Ayla is forced to face a past she thought she’d left behind, discover a family she never knew – and to find the indomitable strength which exists inside a frail young mortal named Vix, who matters more than anyone imagines.

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