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Teacher’s Pet, PT 52: A Quick Escalation

An hour later, you’ve been proved right about the lack of sleep. As soon as the sirens die down you’re hauled out of bed and dragged before the officer in charge of what has turned out to be a not very effective military prison facility. From what you can gather, the last anyone saw of Sarah she was whizzing her way over the forest to the East in a light craft she managed to steal after knocking out a small swathe of guards.

The officer, named Surnow, seem to think you know something about that.

“Tell us where she is,” Officer Surnow demands. She’s a wiry looking woman with hair scraped back into a tight bun. She has scowl lines all over her face, as if she’s been pissed off for decades, and there’s something mean in her eyes. You instinctively hate her.
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Teacher’s Pet, PT 51: A Painful History

“You climb up to the top bunk if you want to lie down,” you say. “I’m good here.”

Sarah looks at you, her eyes narrowing for a second. Then she cracks a smile and laughs. “You’re funny,” she says. “You know I could make you climb up there if I wanted.”

You say nothing. Sarah can flex if she wants. You don’t have to play along.

“So you’re okay with this,” she says, changing the subject. “Terra locks you up and you don’t care?”

“I care,” you say. “But what can I do?”

“Get angry,” Sarah says. “Stop being complacent and thinking everything is fine. Because it isn’t. Terra isn’t who you think she is. She isn’t nice, except when it gets her what she wants…” she sighed. “Fuck it, no point telling you anything. You’re not going to listen.”

“I’m listening,” you say. “You’re just not saying anything interesting. You’re just whining like usual.”

Sarah stops and stares at you. “Are you trying to get me to beat you?”
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Teacher’s Pet, PT 50: A Night Behind Bars

You submit to the guardswoman and allow yourself to be taken away, following after Sarah and her guards down a set of stairs which lead from the landing pad down into the fort.

You risk a glance at Terra and see nothing but a hard expression on her face, as if she’s trying to be as unyielding and unfeeling as possible. A second later, she disappears from view as you and Sarah descend into the warren like structure of the base. You’re led wordlessly through hall after hall, down stairs and around corners until finally you arrive at the cells. They’re not pleasant to look at. The one you and Sarah are bound for is about six feet by six feet, contains two bunks and a toilet behind a half-wall. The door is a thick metal plate monstrosity with two slots in it. This is grim.
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Teacher’s Pet, PT 49: A Night Behind Bars?

After an hour or two, the fort comes into view. It is a cold and imposing structure, built on a natural island in the middle of an acidic lake. Its towers are tall and its walls thick. The only way to reach it is by air, as the lake disintegrates almost every kind of craft within seconds. You know this, because you know every unclassified base on the continent. You find yourself almost excited as the helichopter crosses over the walls and heads toward the landing pad. Then you remember that Terra intends to put you in a cell for the night and your heart sinks like a stone. You get that she’s angry you disobeyed orders and went through her things and took a sword and… well, now you list it all like that, the cell makes sense. If someone else was in charge of your unit. Not Terra. You expect Terra to handle you differently, more… physically. More intimately, for sure. She’s never sent you away from her before. Certainly never locked you up. Continue reading

Teacher’s Pet, PT 48: No Good Deed Goes Unpunished

Before you can make much of a decision either way, Sarah darts forward and slaps the back of your hand hard enough to make you drop the sword. As soon as your fingers open, she sweeps the guard into her own hand, twists and presents the sword to Terra, one hand under the guard, the other under the flat of the blade. Terra takes it with a nod of thanks as you rub the stinging, aching back of your hand. Continue reading

Teacher’s Pet, PT 46: Time To Prove Yourself

Terra and Sarah are already making their way across the plain, heading for the forest. You are left behind, watching impotently as the super soldier and the leader of your unit stride off to rescue Boris. Nobody checks to see if you are doing as you are told. They are too busy to pay attention to you, the third wheel in their rescue mission. Well, the joke is on them because three wheels can be really useful sometimes.

If you’re going to follow after them, you’re going to need to be prepared. You don’t have any weaponry of your own, but you’re guessing Terra bought spares. You start going through the bag she bought, which is sitting at the end of the bed. It’s technically wrong to be doing this, but you’re doing it for a good reason, so that probably makes it okay. Your butt is still aching from Terra’s attempt to ‘make you feel better’. Next time she offers to make something better, you’ll remember not to take her up on it. You have learned something from the ordeal over her lap, though it’s probably not what she intended for you to learn. Continue reading

Teacher’s Pet, PT 45: Sore Bottom, Hurt Feelings

There can really only be one answer given Terra’s expression and the state of your bottom, which is going to be unsittable for some time.

“Yes ma’am,” you mumble.

“Good,” she says. “You can pull your pants back up, cadet. It is getting late and we have an early start in the morning.”

“That’s it!?” The words burst out before you can stop them. “You said you were going to make me feel better after… before…” you hesitate to recount the way she thrashed you earlier, though she left your bottom in better shape then than it is now. “This isn’t fair!”
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Teacher’s Pet, PT 44: A Punishment Spanking

She starts spanking you, her palm landing hard on your bottom with a wicked sting. This is no sensual exploration. This is the spanking she promised you, long and hard and making your bottom swell with an ache you can barely stand.

“Ow! Cut it out!” You protest in squeals and gasps.

“I warned you, cadet,” she says. “I told you I wanted to spank you hard. I gave you a chance to reduce it, but you decided to disobey, didn’t you.”

The worst thing about the harshness of the spanking is that your pussy is still wet, your clit still throbbing. Your crotch is grinding against her legging clad thigh, your juices slicking the fabric as her palm meets your bottom with merciless whack after whack. Continue reading

Teacher’s Pet, PT 43: And your panties down too…

You let out a little gasp of pleasure and lift your hips so her fingers slide along the length of your mound, but you don’t ask her to spank you.

“Ask for it, cadet,” she purrs as she plays with your panty clad privates.

She’s teasing you into a state of arousal in which you’ll do almost anything, but you can’t bring yourself to ask for a spanking. It’s too embarrassing.

Her palm lands across your pantied rear in a light slap, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to send a thrill through your prone body as you lay there over her thighs, vulnerable to her every touch.

“Have you forgotten the words, cadet?” Her inquiry comes in sultry tones.

“I can’t,” you whimper.

“Aw, poor cadet,” he says, her fingers sliding back between your thighs to trace lightly over your mound. She is teasing you mercilessly, and you don’t know how much longer you can stand it. You can feel your panties getting wetter, the gusset sticking to your lower lips as her fingers play across your swelling pussy.

“If you won’t ask for your spanking, you’ll have to be punished,” she muses as her index finger taps lightly over your clit. “I’ll have to spank you until you ask me for your spanking. And I’ll have to do it on your bare bottom.”

She begins to pull your panties down, her finger hooking in the waistband and easing them over your cheeks slowly so you can feel them peeling away from your bottom, and then from your pussy. You can feel the fabric clinging a little before giving way to her will. The sensation is so gentle, but so powerful too. Every little movement and touch is magnified by your desire.

And then, they are down, sliding over your thighs to settle around your knees. Your bottom and sex are bare to her gaze, and the knowledge of that sends a hot blush rushing through your body. She is in total command of you.

“I wish you had asked for your spanking like a good girl,” Terra says in those rich, husky feminine tones which touch some deep part of you. “If you had, I might have let you cum.”

Teacher’s Pet, PT 42: She Takes Your Pants Down

Caught between disobedience, desire, and a shyness which makes it difficult to do as she says, you find yourself squirming in front of Terra as her fingers move to the buttons of your shirt and begin undoing them one button at a time, a slow undressing in which her fingers brush lightly over your body. You can barely believe that this is happening. She is so beautiful. Her hair isn’t as straight as you assumed it was when tightly pinned up. It has a curl to it which grows more pronounced toward the end of its length. You can see a few strands of gray, silver streaks which only serve to make her more attractive in your eyes as she unfastens the final button of your shirt and pushes it back over your shoulders and then down your arms, her fingertips grazing over the bare skin of your biceps as the stiff fabric falls away. Continue reading

Teacher’s Pet, PT 40: Uneasy Cameraderie

Night falls and you all sit down around the fire Boris and Sarah have made, eating your rations. Sarah seems to be a bit happier than she did on the helichopter, and Boris seems to be a big part of the reason for that. It’s not obvious if she likes him in the way he seems to like her, but she definitely finds him amusing. You find yourself musing about Sarah as you eat. Does she really have Terra’s DNA? There definitely seems to be some kind of unfinished business between them.
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