Mary's Submission Page 3

  I was so happy when I got the letter that said I was getting in. This music school has got students playing for royalty and big audiences in massive shows. And that is what I want to do. I want to play all around the world to anyone who wants to listen. It's been my dream since I was five years old.

  Which is why the new teacher is concerning to me. Not because he is a bad teacher. He is a very good teacher. Strict. Which is how I work the best. The problem is that I have a crush on him. He is so hot and I love his dominance and the way he put his hand on the small of my back so I stood up straight as my panties got wet.

  I like the way he commands. You can tell by the reaction of all the students when he walked in that he does it well. And that other people notice. People stand up straighter and taller when he walks by. People become more polite, too. Liam-Mr. Johnson commands respect and gets it. It's incredibly attractive. Not only his confidence and dominance, but his face too. It's all high cheekbones and the bluest eyes. People think I have very blue eyes but he knocks them out of the park.

  And this is the problem. It's not his fault that he is so distracting, but I can't work like this and this isn't a school where I can just ask for another teacher. Lucky for me I get to choose my teacher next midterm so I just will have to wait. In the meantime, maybe I can get some distraction with someone here. Students being together isn't against the rules. And they are the same age as me, maybe a year or two older, but still. I think Liam might be in his forties or close to that.

  I walk over to a group that has a few guys and a few girls and I start to talk with them. One of the guys was giving me the eyes and I thought he would be a terrific choice for a one-night stand. Because let's be honest. Most people here aren't here to look for a girlfriend or boyfriend.

  I bite my lip seductively and he smiles back, clearly interested. We move closer and closer to each other and that's when the nerves start to sink in. I would say I am pretty confident in my sexuality. The day I "lost" or "gave" or whatever my virginity was great because I told the guy what I wanted and it went relatively well. I was eighteen and just graduated and it was in the back of my car. Not romantic, but I was in the mood and so was he. It definitely wasn't romantic because two days after that he dumped me. Well, it was his loss. I didn't cry about it. We were dating for like six months and I just wasn't really feeling any real feelings, anyway. There were no hard feelings, and I got in my car and now I am here at this school. With my old friends, but with a new life.

  Anyway, back to the nerves. I found myself not too sure I wanted to do this anymore. Something was stopping me and I didn't know what it was. I only knew that maybe I needed a minute. So I excused myself and headed to the backyard to get some air. When I get to the backyard, there is no one else there. The lack of noise in the backyard is quite a contrast to the inside. I can actually hear my own thoughts now. I sat out there for a few minutes. Trying to settle myself before going back in there to have some fun. And that's when I see a figure at the very back of the yard. It's tall and dark and I think of running inside on the off chance that it's a crazy person. But then only finding out after not being able to move that it was Liam freaking Johnson.

  "What are you doing here?" I squeak. My eyes wide in shock.

  "Me?" he asks, pointing to himself, "What the hell are you doing here?" he points at me then points to the house behind Tyler's house. "That's my house and I am trying to get some sleep. You shouldn't be here. You should be sleeping. There is a class tomorrow or have you forgotten."

  The way he is talking to me shouldn't turn me on, but I can't help myself. I love the way he is scolding me and if he has a belt or a ruler in his hand, I would be on my knees asking for a punishment.

  He stands still, unmoving. Deducing what his next move is. He cocks his head to the side and I lick my dry lips. And notice when his eyes follow my tongue across.

  "You've been a bad girl, haven't you, Mary?" he says seductively.

  Oh my! I nearly drop to my knees right there in the grass, but I hold myself together. He shouldn't be saying something like that to me. He is my teacher and I am his student. I should have some control over myself.

  But instead of telling him to fuck off. I say,

  "Yes," Like the bad girl that I am.

  His lip curls in a smile that says, "I got you,". He reaches his hand out to me and says. "Bad girls get punished, don't they?"

  At this point I think that I must be drunk or asleep or something because there is no way in hell he is making all my very dirty dreams come true. I look around me and take his hand and he takes me to his house. His house is made of brick and looks a little haunted. Lots of ivy grows on its wall and the grass is kept neat. Which is no surprise having met Liam.

  He leads me onto the back porch and into the living room. The living room is small compared to the outside of the house. Red velvet floor and a brick fireplace with minimal furniture. He releases my hand and goes to close the blinds but keeps the door unlocked.

  He then walks over to a chair that sits next to the burning fireplace and takes a seat.

  "Come here," he crooks a finger and me and as if he has a rope tied to my hips and is pulling me I glide over to him.

  "Now, Mary, I want to make what is happening here very clear. This is not the beginning of a relationship. This will also never happen again unless you choose to do something like this again. Clear?" I shake my head yes.

  "Words, Mary."

  "Yes," I say just above a whisper.

  "And what this is, is a punishment. You are being punished for what?" he asks.

  "Um, being out this late?" I say, wringing my hands together.

  "Yes. And?"

  There's more.

  "Um, I'm not sure." I look down at my clothes, which are some leggins and a dress. Certainly he isn't that old-fashioned that he would have a problem with this.

  "No, it isn't your clothing. It's the fact that I can smell vodka on your breath," My hands cover my mouth and I gasp.

  "I just took a sip, I swear I even spit it out." My eyes plead so that I won't get into actual trouble.

  "I believe you," he says and taps his thigh.

  "Now that you know your punishment, you must bend over my legs so that I can spank you. Then hopefully you'll learn that it isn't okay to stay up late at a party and drink."

  I can't tell what part of this is considered real and what's an act but I obey, anyway. I walk over to the side of him and lay over his warm legs. He has one hand on my back and the other one is massaging my butt.

  I hold in a groan, then let out a yelp when his hand comes onto my ass like a whip.

  "Fuck!"

  "Ah-ah. No noise. You wouldn't want your friends to find you getting punished, would you?" The embarrassment covers my cheek in blush and does other things to my pussy.

  I shake my head no.

  His hand comes down again, this time on one cheek, then the other. He trades cheeks and sometimes goes to the tops of my thighs. I have tears streaming down my cheeks and my ass feels like it's on fire.

  I feel a desperate need to beg. I don't know what for, but I need something. Some friction or a touch.

  "Liam," I whine.

  "That's Mr. Johnson to you,"

  "Mr. Johnson, please," I beg.

  "What would you like, Mary?" he says as he soothes my ass with his palm.

  "More." I shuffle on his legs and that's when I feel a hard cock at my side. Well, now I know for sure we are playing because somehow I don't believe that he was actually really was into punishing his students that it wouldn't turn him on. It's also nice to know that he might think of me as much as I think of him.

  "More? This is a punishment. You aren't supposed to want more of it," I feel him start to lift up my dress and drag my leggings down my legs, bearing my bare butt to him. I don't wear underwear with leggings. The lady needs to breathe, right?

  I feel his hand on my bare skin and I moan out loud. It's so smooth, but also rough. It hurts slightly,
but more than that it feels good. Imagine what it would be like to have a partner who would touch you like this all the time. Don't know if that's your thing, but it sure is mine.

  I feel his long finger dip into my pussy and I instantly shove myself back towards him for more. But he stops me of course, holding me with his hand on my back harder.

  "Tsk tsk. Such a bad girl. Taking delight in your punishment." He slowly thrust his finger in making it clear that there isn't an angry bone in his body.

  He adds another finger and I am so close to coming I don't think he even has to move. He can just talk to me and I'd come all over his fingers.

  "You going to come, Mary? All over my hand like a good girl. You are a good girl, right?" I nod my head fast as he moves faster in me. And soon after that, my pussy gushes its cream all over his hand.

  I try so hard to be quiet as I come and I feel Liam pet my back as I calm down. He then leans over and says in my ear.

  "Now, go home and get some sleep. We have class tomorrow."

  Chapter six

  Liam

  After escorting Mary back to the party and seeing her drive off, I head back to my house. Back to the empty house that I have been living in by myself for years. I lock all the doors and head to my bathroom and look at myself in the mirror.

  What the hell is wrong with you, Liam? Not only was that so wrong. She is your student, but she is also way too young. But you loved it.

  I did. I really fucking did.

  I love the way her ass felt underneath my hand and her little squeals and whines as I reddened her ass. My cock hurts like hell in my pants and I tried so hard not to take it out and fuck her senseless. I wanted to feel what it was like to be between her thighs or to have her suck my cock while she played with her pussy. Fantasies fill my mind and I shake my head trying to get them out.

  I turn on the tap and wash my face with water. Trying to get the beautiful blonde out of my mind. But every step I take into my bedroom reminds me of her. The ache in my cock is evident and strong. Reminding me of the pink blush covering her ass and the way she came on my fingers.

  I take out a book, sit up on my bed and try to read in bed for a while. Unfortunately a biography of a guy isn't enough to get my mind out of the gutter enough to make myself tired.

  I get off of the bed and take off all my clothes and slide into bed. Tossing and turning. Unable to sleep. Despite it being a couple hours since she left my dick stands tall. Begging for relief. Every time I close my eyes I see her. Her blonde curls, her blue eyes, the sound of my hand on her ass. It’s a kind of beautiful eroticism that’s hard to find. I fling off the covers and sit up in bed. Not knowing what to do. Do I jack off to something and try to get back to sleep? Do I just try to forget about it? Or do I think about Mary’s sweet pussy and give myself some relief?

  I lie back on the covers and almost involuntarily I close my eyes and my hand goes to my cock. I hiss at the contact as images of Mary flood my mind. And like the selfish bastard I am, I don’t try to stop it. I grab the base of my cock and slowly pull up as I conjure an image of Mary on her knees in front of me with my cock in her mouth. Her eyes spilling tears and her hands tied behind her back.

  I’d have my hand on her hair, directing her head as she swallowed me down. I grunt out loud as I think about letting go of her hair and placing her on the bed, still tied up. Her pussy weeping for me. Begging me to fill her. I would slide into her. Bare. Grabbing her hips and pulling her towards me. I’d fuck her so hard she will feel me between her legs for days. She would sit in class with my cum dripping down her leg and my handprint on her ass.

  God, my handprint would look great on her ass. All red and pink against her smooth skin. My cock jerks in my hand and I am so close to coming. I imagine untying her and telling her to touch herself. She would be a beautiful submissive, I can tell. She'd also be a bratty one, too. She'd resist at first. She'd tell me to do it myself. Maybe she only touches her breasts. And leave her legs open to tease me. Which would be hot as fuck, but not what I want. I threatened to spank her again but that wouldn't be much of a punishment.

  Oh, well. Plan B.

  I would have somehow brought a vibrator and turned it on and touched her myself, but every time she would get close I would pull away. Other than spanking, denied orgasms are my favourite way to punish bratty subs.

  My stomach tenses and I know that I am very close to coming. I’d like to think that I have pretty good control of myself. I have been doing this for a while. But when it comes to Mary, it only takes a few dirty images to have me coming. I come all over my hand and my stomach and arm. Thick white spurts of come which I wish that I could rub all over Mary's skin, but instead I clean myself up, then lie back down on my bed and try to get some sleep.

  As my mind drifts off into the dream world, I remember that I have to see Mary tomorrow and the day after that. I’m going to be her teacher for months, if not years. I’m battling in my mind between this being hell or heaven. It will be wonderful to see her every day. But on the other hand, I’ll always have to leave without her. But it’s also important that I remember that. I can’t go home with her. Not only because I’ll get fired, but she can get kicked out. And what I’ve seen so far is that Mary really wants this.

  Chapter seven

  Mary

  I wobble to my room. My ass on fire and my pussy soaking. My juices dripped down my legs. I have to look back in my car to see if I left a wet spot. I quietly enter my dorm room and tiptoe to my bedroom. Our room is dark. Only the lights from the street illuminate the living room with pretty red, blue and white lights. Thankfully Jasmine is either not here or sleeping. Because I managed to get to my bedroom without anyone noticing.

  I close the door softly and lean against it and close my eyes.

  What a night.

  When I went to the party tonight I didn't expect to be laying across my teacher's lap while he spanked me for drinking and being out late. That is the stuff of fantasies, not real life. I imagined something like that countless times. Being at someone's mercy. Being punished for, let's be honest, fun. I could feel Liam's hard cock pressing against my stomach and I kind of wished that I got to see it.

  Maybe it's better that I didn't since I have to see him for the next four years. But I'm not sure if I could go back. Can I go back to pretending that he's just my teacher? He said that he will see me in class and that this was just a one time thing. But now I am thinking about making him want to do it again.

  What if I were to be the little brat? Not like coming into class late since I don't want to fail. But if I were to lean over a certain way when he comes into the room or wear something a little revealing. He thinks he's so dominant; he has yet to meet the woman behind the cello. I can get what I want if I work hard enough.

  And I want him. I just hope that this thing is secretly mutual or else this might go to hell in a handbasket for both of us.

  I put on my "tighter than usual" t-shirt with a bra and a knee-length skirt but without panties and some Mary Jane shoes. I'm just not in the mood for heels now. I look at my cello and the new case for it. With the wheels. It was really sweet for Liam to give it to me. And I know I must thank him for it.

  Two other students are already here just waiting. Before leaving, I put on a sweater since I sat at the back of the class. I figured that maybe I could be noticed only by Liam in my t-shirt but I didn't want to get noticed by the other students.

  "Hey," one for the students, Karl says.

  "Hi," I greet them and Sara waves her hand and says hi.

  She has got one of the most cheerful voices I've ever heard. It's like she is a pixie or something. Karl is tall and has a very low voice. He is wearing a really nice leather jacket and sneakers. Not the usual dress of a cellist, but very stylish. He is also the oldest class member. He will be graduating next year. He looks over at me and smiles and I smile back, only to be polite. Karl isn't exactly my type. My type is...Liam. Tall, dark, older and more dominant. De
spite what leather might say about a person I know Karl is just too sweet for me. I want someone who is going to pull on my hair and spank my ass.

  I hear a growl behind me and I turn to see Liam there. His eyes narrow and he looks between me and Karl. Rage radiates through him and he looks like he wants to punch Karl. It's kind of hot.

  Is he jealous?

  Liam passes by me and unlocks the classroom and lets us in. I can tell that he is a little more forceful than usual on the doorknob when he opens the door and lets us in. I walk in and my hand casually brushes against his dick and I hear his sharp inhale and I smile. When I look back over my shoulder, Liam tilts his head as if to challenge me.

  I go to my place at the back of the class and ready my instrument. Tuning up and taking out my books and notes. Then I take off my sweater and fix my hair. I look up to see if Liam notices and I see his eyes go straight for my breasts. None of the other students notice but I do. I watch him lick his lips and subtly rearrange his pants. I can't really tell if Liam is easy or if I'm good. Last night might suggest that he can hold on really strongly.

  I just grin at him and write down some notes. The lesson continues and throughout it I do little things to get his attention. Whether that was when I dropped my pencil and had to pick it up, therefore bending over to show off my cleavage or getting up to sharpen my pencil while swaying my hips. I noticed after a while Liam did the lesson from behind his desk rather than standing up.