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She was waiting until the crowd died down.

With a grin, she thought it might be a while.  Mr. Steele was as popular as ever.  Violet could hear the soft giggle of the female student he was teasing mercilessly in front of one of her parents.  Vi would guess it was the mom since Mr. Steele tended to be a little more outrageous when it was only females around.

Sometimes people, parents, other teachers, and some administrators took it wrong but Vi knew Mr. Steele never crossed that line.  She knew it all-too-well.  A soft sigh came from her as she remembered when it was her in that classroom and he’d tease her about so many different things.  She’d blush as did most of his victims.

There was always talk between the girls and no small amount of jealousy over who got paid the most attention.  She wasn’t surprised at all he was still doing this job.  Vi knew of at least a dozen, if not more, girls who had survived high school because he had believed in them when no one else did.  Violet was one of them.  

The PA crackled on and the current Principal announced there was only five minutes left in Parents’ Night and please, let the teachers finish to go home. They’d had a long day.

Violet smiled.  Mr. Steele would have been telling his students today was not a good day to try his or any other teachers patience.  They ate dinner at 3:00 like a Retirement Home so they’d be free to meet and greet during the evening.  A thirteen or fourteen hour day for the teachers.  She secretly knew he still loved it.

The parents began to walk by and more than a few gave her a side-eyed glance.  She wasn’t surprised.  She looked too young to be the parent of a high school kid because she was.  She looked too old to be a high school student which was also true.  Violet was starting her third year of college and the local one.  

Her mom had wondered why she hadn’t moved or gone somewhere better but Violet had her reasons.  One of the main ones was in this classroom.  Violet was also getting the stink eye from the Puritan women because of how she was dressed.  Well, too bad for them.  She picked her outfit very much on purpose.

She walked into his classroom and it was like going back in time.  Vi thought he might have posters up that were older than her.  She knew he saw her but she also knew she didn’t want to turn around just yet.  Let him enjoy the view.  It was why she’d dressed this way, after all.

“Vi?” His voice called to her.

A thrill of pleasure coursed through her that he knew who she was so quickly.  She bit her lower lip as she thought about he’d recognized her from the back.  Ah ha…he did notice and remember.  Proof.  He just never did anything about it.

She turned slowly and gave him her best smile.  “Hi, Sir.”

He grinned.  “I’m not your teacher anymore, Vi.  You don’t have to call me Sir.”

“That’s not why most of us did and you know it.” She gave him a look.

He paused to look closer at her.  He started to speak.

“Don’t ask me what do I mean, Sir.  You know what I mean, please, don’t insult my intelligence.” She grinned.  “Anyway, I was glad to see you’ve come to my games and my plays.  You’ve never missed one.”

Violet was one of the cheerleaders for her college, just like she’d been for high school here.  She was also a drama queen.  She enjoyed doing plays on stage.  She always made sure to leave a ticket for him and email him about it.  He never once replied to her emails but he was always there.

“You noticed?” He asked as he began to put things in his raggedy, old leather satchel.  She knew that thing was older than some of the other teachers here.

“Of course, I noticed.  If you stopped coming…well…I’d probably stop leaving the tickets, or come check to see what I’d done wrong.” She shrugged.

His eyes lingered over her as she slowly shrugged.  He then quickly looked elsewhere.

Violet kept the grin from her face as she’d worn a nipple-bare bra on purpose tonight.  “Mr. Steele, Sir.  I’m almost twenty-three now.  You’re allowed to look and to like it.  Especially, since I picked out your favorite clothes to wear tonight.”

His eyes came up.

Mr. Steele was somewhere around his late fifties.  He could be sixty now.  Still, he looked good in his own way.  He’d let his beard grow out finally even though it had more grey in it than anywhere on his head.  He wasn’t bald yet though it had creeped back over the past five years since she’d sat in his room.

“Vi…” He began.

She stepped closer until she was directly in front of him, almost in his personal space.  “Yes, Sir?” She asked and opened her eyes emotionally to him.  She knew he’d see it.  He always saw things.

He took in a long breath and let it out slowly.  Leaning back on his desk, he crossed his arms.  “Thank you for all the tickets.  I’ve enjoyed watching you progress.”

“Educationally or physically?” She asked him without teasing.  She knew she’d filled out a little more than the eighteen year old who’d had the biggest crush of her life on this man and had told him so.

He sighed and smiled.  “Both.” He splayed out his hands, palms showing his surrender to her onslaught of honesty.

“Finally.” She relaxed a little.  “You did recognize me from the back, you know.  How many others over the years could you do the same for?” She arched an eyebrow, daring him to answer.

His grin became a smirk which she seldom had gotten to see but did all kinds of warm and wonderful things to her insides…her and a few others as well.

“Did you know there’s an IG account about you, Sir?  It’s still there even now.”  She gave him a knowing look.

“What?” He asked, genuinely surprised.

Vi giggled, so he didn’t know.  That had been a subject of a lot of gossip and wondering during her high school years.  She nodded.  “I can show you later, if you wish but that’s not why I’m here.”

His eyes grew darker or more intense somehow.  Vi felt a shiver as she began to see the inner Mr. Steele: the man, the dominant man.  “And why are you here?” He asked and she heard the tone of a man who was very used to being obeyed.  

Mr. Steele had one of the best behaved classrooms every year.  Why? Because he had this magic that made the students care if he was mad at or disappointed in them.  It went a little further than that for the female students.  They submitted to his will whether consciously or not.  

She held up her palm now.  “Before I answer that, and I promise I will, Sir, I wanted to tell you something I’ve wanted to tell you for a very long time.  Will you let me say it and listen?” She asked.  “Please?”

Vi saw the civil war behind his eyes and prayed the dominant side won over the appropriate side.  She was pleased when he slowly nodded.

It was time.  She was so damned nervous.  She’d even practiced this to a mirror several times in the past few days.  All that effort and getting prepared went out the window as she stared into those smoldering eyes that were burning into her.  She better start or she’d freeze up.

“Sir.  I know and I’ve always known since I first stepped into this classroom as a sophomore what you truly are…what is deep inside of you and still comes out even though you try so very hard to keep it at bay.  You’ve never crossed the line, I know this…a lot of us do because we’ve watched. Some of us have even waited, but you’ve stayed on your side of the border.” She took a breath.  Was he going to interrupt?  It wasn’t like she could stop him if he did or if he got angry.

“Go on.” He softly said.

Vi let a few muscles relax.  “You, Sir, are a dominant, and I don’t just mean that in a leadership kind of way.  I mean it in the full sexual way it can be taken.  You are a dom.  I don’t really know if you’ve ever done anything really with it.  None of us could find that out.”

“Us?” He asked.

She would allow this interjection.  “Us as in some of your female students who knew, who could feel it, the ones who called your Sir for the reason that it made them a bit wet and their nipples harden when they did.”  She felt both in herself right now as she was confronting him.

“Hence the IG?” He asked.

She nodded.  “I’m almost done.  We discovered that you unlocked the inner submissive in us whether you meant to or not.  I think you knew for some of us.  I know you knew for me.”  She waited to see if he’d deny it.

“I did.” He simply stated.  “It was…very difficult for me to not play on that when I could clearly tell it with you.  You were sending the signals like mad.  Then that incident happened if I’d had any doubts.”

She was so glad he was the one to bring it up.  She’d have died of embarrassment to be the one to broach it.  “Incident?  You make it sound like something bad, Sir.”

He leaned back.  “Well, having an eighteen year old girl over my lap about to get a spanking?  There are many who would say that was a bad thing.”

“Are you one of them?” She boldly asked.

He sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose.  Taking off his glasses, he got out his little blue cleaning cloth to polish them.  Vi recognized it as one of his moves when he wanted some time to think of his answer.  She’d asked him some pretty hard questions during her time here.

“No…and yes….” He shrugged.  “It was definitely wrong to do at the time.  It’s why I didn’t do it…even though you surely had provoked me into it.”

She nodded.  “I did and totally on purpose.”

She’d come by during his prep period saying she needed some advice.  What she’d really come for was to argue with him, be a total bratty bitch to him, and wait for his natural reaction to hit.  It had.  He’d grabbed her arm and flung her over his lap.  Her bottom high in the air in her low-rise jeans.  She had to know.

“What stopped you, Sir?” She quietly asked him.

He sighed again.  “Well, we’ve come this far.  I saw your purple, silk panties.  Those were NOT your usual choice of underwear and we both know you knew I could see your panties regardless of jeans or skirt.  You made sure of that.” He eyed her.

Vi squirmed under that gaze.  He was right.  She’d been a horrid tease.  She bit her lower lip.  “Did…did you notice…the times there weren’t any?” She murmured and felt the blush on her cheeks.

“Of course, I did.  Game days?  Cheer skirt?  God, you loved to tease me with that.” He closed his eyes.

“I’d say I’m sorry but I wasn’t then and I’m still not, Sir.” She told him with no shame at all.

“Is what didn’t happen why you’re here?” He asked.

She knew he’d get it.  He always could understand her.  “Yes, Sir.  I’ve waited.  I’ve been patient.  I want to finish what I wanted to get started, Sir.”  

Before she lost her nerve, she walked over to the front of his desk and bent herself over it until her breasts were crushed onto its top.  She knew her skirt would have ridden up enough to show most of her ass now.  She felt his gaze.

He got up and she tensed just a little.

“Well, Vi, if we’re going to do it then best we do it right, don’t you think?”  He walked behind his desk and sat in his chair.  Pulling it out a bit, he patted his thighs.

Vi’s mouth went dry because all the moisture when somewhere else…somewhere he was going to see quite clearly in a few seconds.  A small moan escaped her as she rose up and walked around to his left side.

“Wait.” He told her.

Oh, God, he couldn’t stop her again, could he?  

He smiled wickedly.  “Go close the door, it’s already locked and put the shield up to cover the door window then return…quickly.”

She nodded.  “Yes, Sir.”  Her first command from him that was obviously a command.  She hurried and got back a little out-of-breath.

“Over.” He told her.

She obeyed and he helped her find a good spot where she was just like she’d been before.  It was going to happen!  “May I ask, please, Sir?  Have you done this before…I mean…”

“I know what you mean, Little One…now take your spanking as you deserve for that day and all the times you’ve teased me.  There will be tears, there will be sobs, and you will beg me to stop.  I won’t.” He warned her.  “This is your last chance to change your mind.”

Change her mind?  Was he kidding?  “Please, Sir…do all to me.  I deserve it all for the wicked tease I’ve been but I’m not teasing any more.”

“Understood.  Position will be toes pointed, ass arched, no wriggly, no clenching those lovely butt cheeks or I’ll pull out that thick ruler.  You know which one I mean.” He told her.

She obeyed all he’d said so far.  “I do, Sir.  I’ll obey.  I want to show I can and will…from this point on.” She added.

“Hmm.” He said and it was all he said before she felt him lift her short skirt.  “Ahh…bare again?  Good.  I’d have made you so anyway.” He patted her bare skin with a confidence that made her insides turn to a hot mess.  She’d so wanted this, wanted him.

SMACK!!! SMACK!!!

Vi squeaked as it began.  She’d tried being spanked before by some of her boyfriends, even in high school but it had been nothing like this.  Her question was answered: he knew what he was doing.

Over and over and over he spanked her all over her bottom.  She worked very hard not to clench or flinch so her seductive curve would remain for him to strike it.  Ohhhhhhhhh Goddd…she began to moan and feel the tears burst from her tear ducts.

“Don’t hold it back, Dear One.  I’m a bit of a sadist.  You tears, whimpers, moans, and sobs are a sweet melody to me.” He told her.

Well, that was good because they were all going to come out as he definitely was getting even with her for three years of being a prick tease!  Tears fell, then sobs rose up, then she felt his right hand on her lower back rub her a little as if in comfort.  It felt so good.  She arched higher for him because of it.

His spanks began to lower until he really concentrated on the junction of her cheeks to her thighs: her sit-spots.  She howled a little now but quieted down.  The custodial staff would still be here.  In fact, they’d be setting the alarm soon, if she remembered right.

“Please…Please, Sir. I’ll be good…I’ll be your good girl.” She began to plead with him.

“And what would that look like?” He barely slowed.

“I…I…you know…” She squirmed a little.

“I do but I want to see if you do.  Words…I know you can use them.  I taught you how.” He gave her an especially hard smack in the center.

“Good girl…obedient, willing…ohhh…Sir…your little slut…your naugthy whore…to be your fucktoy, you cum-slut, pain-slut, SIR!” She shrieked a little now as he was onto her thighs.

“Pain-slut?  Is that why you’re wetter now than when we began?” He asked.

Oh, this was so new to her.  He was so…blunt…almost savage.  She felt so submissive right now.  “Yes, Sir.  It is.” She whispered.

He began to massage her throbbing butt cheeks.  She purred softly as he did so…no one had ever done this part.  Was this part of…aftercare, they called it?

“I suppose you’re hoping I will now check you and then play with you?” He asked.

She sure was.  “Yes, Sir.  Please?” She held very still.

“Not here…not right now.  Since you’re of age, shall we go get a coffee or drink and discuss what happens from here?” He asked.

A part of her was disappointed but the majority of her was on Cloud 9!  A date!  He’d asked her to coffee…that counted as a first date.

“I would love to, Sir.” She told him.

“Hmm…you remember the Tower Cafe down the street?  I assume you have your own car?” He asked.

“Yes, Sir, and yes, Sir.” She answered.

“I’ll meet you there and we’ll see where this goes.” His hand did pat he bottom softly.  “Thank you for your honesty and bravery tonight.  I know this was a scary thing for you to do.  I am very pleased…very.  Good girl, Vi.”

She nearly came right then from the rush!  “Th-th-thank you, Sir.” She knew how to answer back. 

Just before she got up, she felt his hand shift and his fingers did trail up her very slick labia now.  She melted across his lap and moaned.  “Ohhhh, Sir.” She sighed.

He softly laughed.  “You know what Edging is, Vi?” He asked.

“Yyyyesss?” She said very slowly.

“Good.” He edged her twice…right after each other until she was begging again.  It only took a couple minutes for the state she was in right now!

“Now we can go.  See, I do love a well-edged submissive.  She tends to be more obedient and mindful.” He helped her to stand.

Vi was in a daze.  “She would…I mean…I will be.  Does..it please you to torture me so?” She knew the answer but thought he’d like to hear her voice it.

His grin showed her she was right.  “Very much so, lovely little slut.  Where are you parked?”

“Right next to you, Sir.  I knew your car.” She shrugged.

“Of course, you did.” He laughed and stood, picking up his satchel.  “I will hope the smell of sex doesn’t linger in here when the custodians come by.”

“Oh.” She told him and reached over to her small purse she’d left on one of the desk.  Pulling out her perfume, she squirted it once.  It would be enough.

He sniffed  “Honeysuckle.”

“I remember everything you like, Sir.” She smiled and let him watch her swagger to the door.

Master Grey