Detention With Miss Downey Miss Downey s Story Chapter Four
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Donald places his hand at the back of Emma’s neck, holding it firmly against the chain. He turns her and leads her down the hall to the bedroom.
On Emma’s first visit, she had thought that this was his, the Professor’s room, but it is not. It is the room he uses when conducting ‘studies’ and it would now be Emma’s room.
She instinctively knows to keep her eyes forward and down in his presence. But she does glance around with the corners of her eyes. She could see the restraints still on the bedposts, and the dresser which held that wonderful toy which had so pleasured her, and the door to the bathroom the Professor had sent her to. Now, she also sees a couch on one wall, and how the dresser’s mirror tilts just right to show the full bed.
Emma just stands where Donald stopped her. Hands behind her back. Waiting, lusting for what is to come. The Professor leans close to her and speaks in her ear, “I do believe there is a little more discipline we should probably take care of first isn’t there?”
All Emma can do is nod her head as tears form in the corner of her eyes.
It isn’t the spanking that she dreads, no that has sent a strange feeling through her whole body. It is knowing she has displeased Donald that made her tear up remembering.
When he takes her to the side of the bed and guides her over his lap she does not resist in the least. Laying across his lap, Emma began to breathe deeply. Oh the anticipation, the idea that even this way he would be touching her.
When she feels his hand just rubbing her cheek, the juices in her just drip down between his trousers. As Donald feels the wetness on his pants thigh he delivered the first blow.
“You know why you are being spanked Emma, don’t you? You must learn never to touch yourself in that way without permission. I will dictate when you may feel pleasure in that way only. It is not for you to give in to yourself when desires arise.”
“Yes Sir,” was all that Emma could humbly reply.
“And the squirming when you were told to lay still for me to see you. That you must learn to control.”
Sobbing now, Emma replies in a small voice, “Yes sir, I will do as told.”
The hand spanking does not last long, this time. Donald feeling Emma’s wetness flowing from her is developing a hard-on. That, he does not want to show to Emma yet. With her lying across him, it will be displayed to her too soon.
After hand spanking her he abruptly makes her stand and lay down on the bed as she had the week before. He takes her hands and feet and ties them as before, but Emma feels a gentleness in Donald’s movements which had not been there the week before. The leg ties are longer today, she can move her legs some. Even bring her legs up.
As Donald ties her to the bed he speaks to her, “Emma, you seem to have progressed well this week. Learning how to behave so wonderfully for me. Perhaps your punishment was a blessing in disguise for both of us. You seem to be understanding what is expected of you to get what you want and need. But in time, what you think you crave now, will become almost unimportant compared to what you will come to desire. You will know what you have to do, and lust to be able to do it.”
Emma does not fully comprehend what the Professor is eluding to, but it confirmed in a way what she has come to realize earlier.
The caressing of her forearms and calves as he ties her up is making her almost swoon.
“Tonight Emma, I will help you enjoy the pleasures of your own body, but tomorrow you will learn the pleasure of pleasing another.”
All Emma really hears is that there will be a tomorrow. Would she be here for the night?
Oh, please let that be true.
Then an evening and night of bliss, which Emma in her greatest stretches of imagination has never considered, begins.
Donald slides on the bed beside her and begins to caress her breasts. Oh, the feel of his fingers touching her sends shivers up and down her body. And when he pinches and rubs her nipples to harden them, Emma gasps in joy.
But that is only the beginning, Donald’s hand moves down her stomach, as his lips lowered over her nipple and takes it into his lips to suck and lick. Ooh, what a wonderful feeling. His hand running gently over her stomach, almost like little feathers, just touching her. And then, she feels his hand scratching through her mons going lower and lower.
She feels this sensation she never has before, this throbbing between her thighs. Ooh, she cries out a little. In anticipation of what she has never felt, but instinctively knows that she craves.
Donald knows her anguish and just teases Emma, running his fingers lightly over the top edge of her love box. Nowhere near where she is now rising up begging for attention.
This is wonderful Donald thinks. Emma is so in need of self-fulfillment that she will probably agree to anything right now. He can tell that even without direct attention, Emma is almost on the verge of cumming a second time. This time she will remember the feeling and know how it comes to flow over her.
How does Donald want her to experience that?
He removes his oh so close hand from her. He hears her sigh of disappointment. Donald strokes Emma’s already wet forehead and tells her she needs to calm herself a little. She can’t burst and dissolve too soon.
She just looks up into his eyes panting a little.
Yes, Emma is coming along perfectly.
Donald moves away from the bed somewhat out of Emma’s sight. He undresses as he hears her sigh in disappointment. He comes back to the bed. Emma lifts her head a little, looking in the mirror, she sees his beautiful naked body standing right next to the bed.
He climbed on the bed and kneels between her legs. He runs his hard cock up and down Emma’s slit, in her juices lubricating himself. She groans with the ecstasy of this touch. When well wetted by her, he fingers her some to prep her virginal vag for the first time. Emma squiggling and squirming.
Donald thrust his prick into Emma. She let out a gasp, and while the first couple of thrusts are painful for her, the sweet, wonderful pain, that does not really pain at all, overwhelms her. Emma is soon matching her pace with his, crying out in joyful abandonment.
It isn’t long before he feels the throbbing of her pussy and instinctive clutching of her vag. Her legs are now bent at the knee, as she presses herself up to him more and more.
The scientific part of him ponders, “is this a physical sensation to clutch like this? When does it happen besides when well into intercourse? Or is this something she has taught herself that she must do when with a man like this? No, it must be a natural reaction to being fucked. It is so nice how she immediately responds in this way now that she finally has a suiter cum calling.”
Donald did not like where his mind is wandering, to all these different possibilities. This woman/girl is getting to him, under his skin, in a way that is scientifically very inappropriate.
But who gave a…. about any of that when he has Emma’s soft and wet body under his.
Emma revels in this feeling of Donald in her, pounding and pressing against her body. Even tied as she is, she could just live forever like this. He banging against her, touching her full body with every inward thrust.
Then she feels him release himself in her, deep and fully. The wetness started dripping out of her, over her inner thighs, and down through her ass crack. She would not move from this for any reason.
Donald rolls off her spent. “What has this woman done to me?” he thinks, “I need to get back into control of myself.”
And though his desire is to roll towards Emma and hold her tight, caressing her thighs, stomach and breasts, he restrains himself. He lays on his back, out of Emma’s confined reach, and breathes deeply over and over to totally calm himself.
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