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When Cereza had first suggested it, Jeanne had laughed it off as a tawdry fantasy. But seeing her now, with that short skirt displaying deliciously long legs, Jeanne was beginning to see the appeal. Steel colored eyes traveled up to see the blue jacket, blouse, and tie. A black bookbag adorned with adorable charms completed the look.
She’s really getting into this.
“You wanted to see me, Miss Jeanne?”
Jeanne pushed her palms against the surface of her desk and rose. “Cereza,” she replied. “Have a seat.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
The black haired witch adopted an innocent expression as she reclined in the small plastic chair, crossing her momentarily splayed legs just slowly enough to ensure Jeanne would see a flash of black lace. She placed her bookbag on the seat next to her and folded her hands in her lap, a picture of mock-obedience.
“I’m afraid we have to talk about your performance,” Jeanne said sternly. She has had countless conversations like this before – lackluster students, usually something going on at home. But none of those lectures ever ended the way this would end – the way Cereza had suggested things end. The anticipation made Jeanne throb with need.
Taking a deep breath, Jeanne straightened her spine and tried to stay in character. “You have several missing assignments,” she continued. “If I see you in class at all, you’re usually on your phone. If things remain as they are, I’m afraid you’re going to receive a failing grade.”
“My parents will murder me,” she protested. “Please Miss Jeanne, can’t I make up some of the assignments? Get extra credit? Please, I’ll do anything.”
“Anything?”
“Anything,” Cereza repeated.
There was another beat before Jeanne spoke again. Her tone was cold and mirthless. “I can’t simply let your behavior go unpunished, can I? If you want to pass this class, you’re going to have to earn it.”
“Tell me what to do.”
Jeanne thought for a moment. “Bend over the desk.”
“W-what do you mean?”
“I said,” Jeanne circled around her prey and forcefully nudged Cereza’s chair forward, “bend over the desk.”
Swallowing any protest, Cereza did as instructed, resting her chest on the cool surface of the desk and burying her face in the crook of her arm. From this vantage point, Jeanne could see the round curve of her lover’s ass, no longer hidden by the plaid skirt. It looked absolutely delicious contrasted by the black lace of her underwear, barely covering the cheeks, and Jeanne knew exactly what she wanted to do first.
Plucking a ruler from the cup on her desk, Jeanne let the tip lift up Cereza’s skirt, baring even more to the platinum haired witch. Without warning, she pulled the ruler back and let it connect with the creamy skin on display. Cereza shrieked, surprised, but the way her hips arched back told her it was not an unwelcome development.
“I am going to spank you,” Jeanne promised. The ruler drew figure eights on abused flesh. It tickled, causing gooseflesh to materialize on Cereza’s skin. “You are going to count each one. And you will be grateful for the punishment. Is that clear?”
“Y-yes ma’am.”
She sounded wrecked already, and they’d just begun. Jeanne smiled to herself, pleased that this experiment was running smoothly.
The first smack was all theatrics. The sound rang loudly through the classroom, but it barely stung. A warning then, for what was to come.
“One.”
The second swing of the ruler had more force.
“T-two.”
The third time, Jeanne had switched to the other cheek. She was unpredictable, moving seamlessly between rough treatment and soft caresses. Cereza couldn’t help the whine that escaped her lips as Jeanne landed another particularly smarting smack to her right cheek.
“You have to count for me,” Jeanne reminded Cereza. “If I lose count, I’ll have to start all over again, and we wouldn’t want that now, would we?”
Cereza wasn’t sure if the idea of Jeanne prolonging this torture was a terrible or delightful prospect. Still, she made sure to count out the next hit. And the next. By the time Jeanne arrived at the twentieth smack, Cereza was moaning and squirming beneath her, barely able to form words.
Feeling especially cruel, Jeanne took her free hand and cupped between Cereza’s legs. “What’s this, hmmm?” Cereza turned her head to see Jeanne thrust two fingers in front of her, absolutely coated in her arousal. “Is this the way you like to be treated, Cereza?” She leaned forward, breath hot in Cereza’s ear. “You like being abused?”
Cereza blushed, eyelashes fluttering in embarrassment, but she didn’t deny Jeanne’s accusation.
“Take off that underwear, it’s already ruined.”
Cereza had difficulty feeling her legs enough to stand. Jeanne, sensing this, helped her lover up before reassuming the merciless persona they had both agreed on. “Turn around,” she ordered, assisting Cereza as necessary. Face to face, Jeanne could see Cereza’s flushed skin and darkened eyes. Feeling emboldened, she pushed Cereza back so that she sat on the desk. “Take off your skirt, too.”
Cereza absolutely trembled, hands shaking with desire as she complied with Jeanne’s demands. She let the fabric pool on the floor and felt the cold bite of the desk beneath her, its hard edge pressing into the sore flesh of her behind. She felt Jeanne’s desire, heard Jeanne’s breathing – it was coming faster now.
“You’re very pretty,” Jeanne murmured.
“T-thank you, ma’am.”
“Open up and show me more.”
She did as commanded, leaning back on her elbows to give Jeanne a better view.
“Now, what to do with you,” Jeanne mused, beginning to pace in front of the desk with a thoughtful expression.
“P-please,” came Cereza’s stuttered response.
That caught Jeanne’s attention. Raising a perfectly shaped brow, she asked, “Please what, Cereza?”
Her face grew even redder, and Cereza shook her head vehemently with eyes squeezed shut. She couldn’t possibly vocalize what she wanted – what she needed. It was too much.
“Come now, darling,” Jeanne goaded. “There’s no reason to be ashamed. Tell me what you need, and perhaps I’ll take pity on you.”
“Please f-fuck me.”
Her voice was barely a whisper. Jeanne’s smile grew wider, more ruthless. “I’m sorry. I couldn’t hear you.”
“Fuck me.” Cereza’s voice was louder now, clear. If they weren’t already in Purgatorio, she would have worried that someone would hear them. Thankfully, they had taken every precaution.
“That’s a good girl,” Jeanne practically cooed.
Feeling generous, Jeanne leaned over the witch and slowly ran her fingers through the swollen folds of Cereza’s cunt, gathering up the copious amount of slick she found there. Cereza moaned and tilted her hips forward, desperately chasing the feeling. Jeanne, having none of it, used her left hand to still Cereza’s movements by gripping her hip with bruising force.
“I will fuck you, if that’s what you need,” Jeanne said, breath hot in Cereza’s ear. “But you won’t get to come unless I give you permission.”
“Yes ma’am,” gasped Cereza.
Jeanne’s elegant fingers began to explore Cereza’s wet flesh with agonizing patience, circling around the clit that was prominently on display and begging for attention but never giving direct contact. With her other hand still seizing her hip, Jeanne pushed a single digit in.
Cereza groaned as Jeanne pulled back slowly, then thrust in again. It was nowhere near what she needed, but she was grateful for the touch just the same.
“So wet for me,” Jeanne hissed, setting a deliberate pace. “So eager.”
“More,” gasped Cereza. “Please.”
Jeanne shook her head, and Cereza practically cried out at the unfairness of it all. Truth be told, she was completely soaked. She could easily take as much as Jeanne wanted to give to her, but the younger witch was apparently in a teasing mood.
“I want to hear you moan for me. Don’t be shy.”
Cereza let out an absolutely pathetic sound as Jeanne continued thrusting, slowly – steadily - gently. Jeanne let her thumb graze over Cereza’s clit, causing an even louder moan to escape the witch’s lips. Humming with approval, the teacher added a second finger to reward the woman writhing beneath her.
“You take direction well after all.”
She leaned forward, supporting her weight with an outstretched arm as she began to twist her fingers. Cereza groaned and lifted her hips to meet Jeanne’s thrusts. At this angle, she could feel so much more of Jeanne – her fingers deep inside her cunt, thumb painting circles over her clit. Jeanne’s pace remained slow, but she applied more force to each drive of her fingers.
Cereza grasped desperately at Jeanne’s blouse in a bid to draw them closer. Jeanne allowed herself to be pulled in for a kiss, let her tongue swipe past Cereza’s pliant lips. Cereza was so close. She could tell by the way she could feel her heartbeat pulsing around her.
But it was a release that Jeanne wasn’t inclined to give her. Giving a disapproving click of her tongue, Jeanne pulled away from Cereza, leaving her empty and aching. Cereza watched, wide-eyed, as a wicked grin spread across Jeanne’s crimson lips and the witch leisurely lifted her hand to her mouth, sampling the fluid coating her fingers and palm.
“Delicious,” Jeanne purred, a pink tongue darting out to lick the tips of her fingers. “But I think I’d prefer straight from the source.”
Jeanne dropped to her knees and used both hands to spread Cereza’s legs wider. She delivered a long lick to Cereza’s dripping cunt, her hands then wandering up to palm roughly at her clothed breasts. She was so wet that Jeanne could feel the slick coating her chin and jaw, which only spurred the Umbran sister on that much more.
She pressed her face deeper in Cereza’s cunt. This time her talented tongue drove deep inside, and Cereza cried out, bearing down – trying to take as much of Jeanne’s mouth as possible. Jeanne let Cereza ride her tongue for a few moments before she pinned the woman down and delivered an open-mouthed bite to her thigh.
“Behave,” she warned, teeth pressing down even harder.
Cereza nodded. “I’ll be good, I promise. Just please, Miss Jeanne. Please.”
Relief flooded her veins when Jeanne’s mouth returned, joined by two fingers. Cereza tried her best to stay still as the younger woman ravaged her, but couldn’t help the tiny tremors that her body made whenever Jeanne thrust in. Wound up as she was, it wouldn’t take long for her to come. Jeanne seemed to sense this, too, and tore her mouth away long enough to stare at Cereza expectantly, her movements once again stilled.
She wants me to keep begging, Cereza realized.
And beg she did.
Please fuck me, Miss Jeanne. Please fuck me with your mouth and fingers until I come. Fuck me any way you want. My pussy is yours, I promise. Please just fuck me and let come.
Jeanne took a moment to take Cereza in – dark hair sticking to her perspired forehead, eyes glossy and dazed, mouth plump and smeared with lipstick, open as she panted and moaned. Her glasses nearly fell from her nose, and Jeanne gently pushed them back in place.
She was nearing her limit; they both knew it. Jeanne, with a soft, inviting smile, returned to her place between Cereza’s thighs and resumed the persistent movement of her fingers. Cereza sighed with relief, arching into Jeanne’s touch. Mercy, then. Jeanne always was generous.
“You can come,” is what Jeanne uttered before one last push sent Cereza’s hips stuttering uncontrollably. Jeanne stroked her through it, slow, until Cereza lifted her hips to meet her thrusts.
Ready for more, Jeanne thought to herself. Then again, she wasn’t finished either.
Her fingers found a steady rhythm that Cereza matched in kind. Both lovers clung to each other, breath warm on their skin as Jeanne continued to fuck Cereza into the desk. This time, Cereza wrapped her legs around Jeanne, drawing her in. Her hands found purchase on Jeanne’s smooth face, stroking her cheek and letting a thumb track slowly along the seam of her lips.
Jeanne surprised the other woman by taking the thumb into her mouth and sucking obscenely, grey eyes twinkling with delight. Cereza moaned at the contact. Her muscular thighs gripped tightly around Jeanne’s waist as she came for a second time. This time, it came with little aftershocks. Jeanne rode through them with her, holding her tightly.
The two stayed entwined for a few minutes, basking in the afterglow. It took awhile for Jeanne to notice the carnage before her. Papers and supplies had been caught in the crossfire and spilled haphazardly on the floor. Not to mention Cereza’s skirt and panties next to the mess.
Oh well, thought Jeanne. A problem for another day.
Snuggling closer to Cereza, Jeanne felt perfectly content to stay this way for an eternity.