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Nat knew she was well and truly fucked the moment the words left her mouth.
“Oh, just fuck off Ryan.” Natalie yelled so loud it echoed across the lecture hall, slamming her pen down onto the desk in frustration.
Although Professor Matthews agreed, Ryan did in fact need to fuck off after making highly misogynistic comments throughout the first 30 minutes of her lecture, she knew as the authority figure in the room she needed to nip this in the bud before Nat took to her feet and finally layed her hands on him.
“Enough!” Professor Matthews bellowed, taking a deep breath to calm herself before continuing. Her eyes first slid to Ryan, “You. Out. Now.” She snapped, pointing towards the door with a look so aggressive it left no room for argument.
“But…” Ryan started, swiftly closing his mouth as Charlotte’s eyes narrowed warningly.
With a defeated huff, Ryan gathered his things and stomped towards the door.
The professor's eyes then drifted towards Natalie, who was actively avoiding eye contact and staring down at her hands.
“Natalie,” Charlotte said sternly, her voice laced with an alarming edge.
Nat’s eyes flickered up towards her, her face still angled low as her cheeks flushed.
“I don’t expect to hear a peep out of you for the duration of this lecture. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” Nat mumbled, begging her eyes to remain upwards to avoid further scolding.
Charlotte arched a brow as she tried her best to hide the smirk creeping up onto her lips.
“Yes, Professor Matthews.” Natalie corrected, her voice cracking as she spoke.
“Good. You will see me in my office after class.”
Nat nodded and thanked whatever god was above that the conversation was over as Charlotte returned her attention back to the lecture.
===*===
Natalie stood outside Charlotte’s office leaning against the wall and twiddling her thumbs. She knew she was in for one hell of a scolding, not to mention the disappointed look that was sure to paint the professor's face. Her mind wandered back to the last time she had disappointed Charlotte after turning up to class so high her head flopped down onto the keyboard of the laptop the professor had purchased for her. Her ass cheeks burned at the memory of being bent over Charlotte’s desk with her skirt flipped up and a ruler slicing into her ass.
She wasn’t sure when or how it really started, the strange situation she found herself in morphing into a relationship so gradually she had hardly noticed until it was too late. The power imbalance, both financially and intellectually, was not lost on Natalie, although she found it hard to care when Charlotte’s attention happened to feel as good as it did.
Tearing her from her thoughts, Professor Matthews emerged through the crowd, not sparing Natalie so much as a glance as she gracefully unlocked her office door and stepped inside.
Nat didn’t think twice about following, slipping into the office behind her and locking the door behind her on instinct. She stood with her back to the door, knowing better than to waltz in and take a seat without permission.
Meanwhile Charlotte continued to deny her a drop of attention, instead busing herself with unloading her bag and organising her paperwork across her desk. She took a seat behind her desk and began to scan through a page.
“Take a seat.” She said, her eyes still scanning through the words scattered across the paper before tossing it aside, clearly unhappy with whatever she read.
Nat did as she was told, crossing the room and plopping herself down into the seat across from Charlotte and her desk.
“Well…” Professor Matthews sighed, lacing her fingers together as her eyes scanned Nat predatorially. “What do you have to say for yourself?”
Nat gulped, her eyes remaining down towards her hands in shame. “I-I’m sorry.” She whispered.
“Oh, you will be.” Charlotte smirked, standing and rounding the desk in front of Natalie. She reached down, running her hand through Nat’s hair before tugging unkindly to tilt her blushing face up to meet her gaze. “I will send a car for you at 6pm. Do not miss it this time.”
Nodding the best she could under Charlotte’s vice-like grip, Natalie’s cheeks heated up to a new height. She knew whatever was going to happen would not be good, considering whatever Charlotte had planned for her wasn’t able to be achieved in her office.
Charlotte hummed, pleased, “Good,” She said, releasing Nat’s hair and strolling back to her chair. “Close the door on your way out.”
Natalie hated how much Charlotte’s distance affected her, the pit in her stomach almost hurt as she stood and stumbled towards the door.
“Natalie,” Professor Matthews said as Nat spun on her heels, praying she would receive some of Charlotte’s more kind and caring side. “Go to the library, study for an hour and make sure to write notes. I will be checking them later.”
Almost whimpering at the lack of attention Charlotte was giving her, her eyes still tracing words on her desk, Natalie agreed and sulked her way out of the office.
===*===
For the rest of the day Natalie knew her punishment wouldn’t be pretty. Her mind whirred with visions of what would await her at Charlotte's apartment.
Would she use her hand, spank her until she was crying and begging for it to end, not stopping until her hand tingled and burned?
Would she tie her down and spank her pussy? Nat prayed to god it wouldn’t be this one, anything but this. The embarrassment of the last time Charlotte unleashed that very punishment on her still burned low in her stomach. She could still hear Charlotte’s villainous laugh ricocheting off the high ceilings in her bedroom as she came from nothing but the last spank to her center.
Would she fuck her with that strap-on that made Nat’s insides burn unpleasantly? The size so obnoxiously large Nat could see her stomach bulging as Charlotte rearranged her insides.
Above all else, Nat had prayed to god it wouldn’t be the belt. She shifted in her seat, feeling the numbness on the scars still scattered across her ass. Although the aftercare she received almost made her want to take the belt on a weekly basis, the reality was that it hurt so bad it bordered on crossing her limits.
Looking back, Nat realised contemplating her punishment was pointless. Charlotte’s creativity knew no bounds when it came to punishments. The woman was a self proclaimed sadist, not that she needed to voice such things, it was more than evident in the ragged breathing and slick dripping down her thighs as she watched Natalie grimace in pain.
Now, with her arms tied behind her back and her thighs tied to the intricate bindings across her chest, holding her knees up and apart, leaving her completely helpless and exposed on Charlotte's bed, she knew for a fact that spending the day guessing was fruitless. How stilly of her to assume she could ever prepare herself for anything Charlotte would concoct in her slightly sick mind.
She remained lying bound on the Professor's bed, eyes darting around the room before sliding shut to calm herself, to switch off that stubborn rebellious part of her brain and allow herself to sink into the soft fuzzy glow that came alongside relinquishing control.
By the time Charlotte returned, Nat could feel her brain melting, her brain shutting down and allowing her body to turn pliant, just how Charlotte liked it. Her eyes slid open sluggishly, slithering down Professor Matthews, who was now almost nude aside from a typical skimpy set of matching lace lingerie.
No matter how many times Natalie saw Charlotte like this, it never failed to make her a little breathless.
Slinking her way around the bed, Charlotte ran the tips of her fingers along Nat’s calves, trickling up towards her knee as she took in the sight of her handy work.
“I love seeing you like this,” Charlotte mused, her eyes dragging down Nat’s thighs and to between her legs. “Splayed out and ready for whatever I give you.”
Natalie could hear herself whimper, the involuntary sound slipping from between her lips before her mind had time to catch it.
Chuckling lightly at the sound, Charlotte lowered her face slightly, chasing Natalie’s eye contact. “Are you going to take your punishment like a good girl, Natalie?”
“Yes, ma’am.” Nat whispered, her cheeks heating up under Charlotte’s intense gaze.
“That’s my girl.” Charlotte smiled proudly, strolling across the room and into the walk in closet.
Nat vibrated with a mixture of excitement and nervousness as she listened carefully to make an educated guess as to what Charlotte's weapon of choice would be. Her eyes widened considerably as the Professor gracefully returned to her line of sight.
Firstly she noticed that Charlotte had decided to rid herself of her lacy purple thong, instead now adorning her obscenely expensive leather strap-on with Nat’s favourite dildo lodged onto the O-ring. Although this would usually excite her, Nat knew better, she knew this was a punishment and she knew that dildo wouldn’t be the reward she was hoping for.
Secondly she noticed the chain dangling from Charlotte’s left hand. Her breath hitched as she spotted the claps attached to the ends.
Finally she noticed a short cane held tightly in her right hand, causing Nat’s stomach to flip.
Charlotte swayed her hips seductively across the room, relishing in the attention of Nat’s eyes following her every move. She climbed up from the foot of the bed, crawling on her knees until she was settled back on her heels between Natalie’s spread thighs.
“You know, although I would never usually admit this, I was tempted to tell that stupid boy to fuck off as well.” Charlotte drawled, running the cane across the inside of Nat’s thighs and over her slick heat causing Nat to flinch and pray to god she wasn’t going to use it there. Natalie sighed in relief as the cane slid higher as it tickled across her stomach. “But unfortunately, you don’t seem to possess the same level of restraint as me when it comes to keeping your mouth shut.”
The first crack of the cane took Natalie by surprise, the sharp slice burning across the center of her stomach, causing her to wince.
“Awwww, my poor baby.” Charlotte cooed mockingly, “Did that hurt?”
Of course it fucking hurt. You just want to hear me say it you sick fuck. Natalie thought but knew better than to speak aloud. Instead she decided on nodding rapidly as her bottom lip quivered in time with her stomach.
Charlotte smiled, pleased, her chest rising and falling as she turned herself on watching Natalie try her hardest not to cry just yet. Part of her admired that specific aspect of Nat’s personality. Her strength. The way she held her walls up until the very last second, until she was utterly broken. It was one of the many things that made her so irresistible to Charlotte.
“Why are you being punished, Natalie?”
Nat almost rolled her eyes at the question. It was one Charlotte asked every time she was punished. For someone as obsessed with inflicting pain as Professor Matthews, she did genuinely care to better Nat’s life and made an effort to prevent their relationship from becoming toxic. It was a rule that was set from the very beginning of their “relationship”. After Natalie had opened up about her past with her father, Charlotte made a point of ensuring she always knew why this was happening, that she wasn’t being mindlessly beaten, but taught a valuable lesson to better herself, one she could stop at any time with one simple word.
“I ran my mouth and interrupted your lecture. I let my anger get the better of me.”
Natalie had been taught this lesson on multiple occasions, although it was yet to sink in.
“Exactly. Your anger won’t get you anywhere, Natalie. The only place your anger gets you is here.” Charlotte punctuated her last word with a harsh whip of the cane, once again slashing across Nat’s stomach.
Throwing her head back, Natalie gritted her teeth, waiting for the sting to subside. Eventually she lifted her head, looking down at Charlotte and watching her eyes turn dangerously dark with arousal.
After a few more lashes, her stomach now lined with angry pink streaks, Charlotte discarded the cane at the edge of the mattress, turning her attention to the gold nipple claps and running the cold metal across the red lines on Natalie’s stomach and up to dance across the peaks of her breasts.
Just as predicted, Natalie began to squirm. Despite the fact that Charlotte was undoubtedly going to put a stop to the movement, she couldn’t deny the fact she loved the way Nat couldn’t keep still under her.
Charlotte’s long fingers punched at Nat’s hard pink nipples, savagely, causing her to arch her back and hiss. Seemingly pleased with the reaction, she busied herself with attaching the clamps to one nipple at a time, tightening them until Nat whimpered.
Sitting back on her heels, Charlotte treasured the sight below her. She couldn’t help but give a light tug on the chain just to watch Natalie slither around the sheets.
“Do they feel good?”
“They fuckin’ hurt.” Nat growled as her nipples ached under the clamps.
Charlotte giggled giddily, which was something new.
Throughout the entire 8 months they had been indulging in whatever the fuck “this” was, Charlotte was always strict, methodical, meticulous even. It was as though she had every moment, every movement planned out in her head and nothing was going to lead her astray. But recently things had been slightly different. Yes, she was still strict in her own way. But Charlotte seemed a lot more open to enjoying their time together opposed to worrying about things going according to some strange rigorous regime she had concocted beforehand. It was almost as though Charlotte was being taught a lesson as well as Nat, one in letting go and allowing herself to live outside of the box she had set up around herself.
“I know they hurt. I asked if they felt good.” Charlotte raised a teasing brow, the lightness still in her tone.
“Yes. Feels good.” Natalie responded breathlessly, the sudden ache in her centre causing her to tug at her restraints and try to press her thighs together.
Professor Matthews eyes flicked to between her legs, eyeing the slick gathering and trying her best to keep her glee under wraps as Nat's body gave away just how much she was enjoying herself.
Unable to resist, Charlotte coasted her hand down, dragging her fingers through Nat’s folds and holding up her fingers, inspecting the wetness.
“They must feel really good.” Charlotte smirked, slipping the fingers between her lips and humming at the taste. “You make it so hard not to give you everything you want.” She mused, shocking both Nat and herself at the admission.
“Then give me what I want,” Nat huffed, eyes narrowing at the dildo jutting out from between Charlotte's legs.
“You really think being a brat right now is going to get you what you want? Need I remind you you’re being punished.”
Natalie groaned, frustrated. At this point she would rather Charlotte hurried up and hit her a few more times with the cane so they could fast-forward to the good part. Ever the mindreader, Charlotte could hear Natalie's thoughts loud and clear. She decided at that very moment that her punishment would be a whole new kind of pain.
“This what you want?” Charlotte purred, running the head of the dildo up and down Natalie’s slit.
“Mhm. I want it.” Nat pouted, the crease in her brow ensuring her expression remained defiant.
“You want to be a brat? I’ll fuck you like one.”
Before Natalie could muster up a retort, Charlotte slammed her hips forwards, the entire length tearing her cunt open in one swift thrust. Nat honest to god screamed, her insides burning as her pussy stretched to its limits within a split second. Her lip trembled as she glanced up at Charlotte with the expression of a kicked puppy.
“Don’t look at me like that. You said you wanted it.” Professor Matthews said, her voice slightly breathless as she attempted to calm herself down, her own wetness now dripping onto her thighs.
Natalie let out the most pitiful whine Charlotte had ever heard. It was music to her ears. Watching Nat break and bend to her will was one of her favourite sights and right now, she was breaking beautifully.
Although Charlotte was a sadist, she knew Nat’s limits, so she allowed her a moment to adjust slightly, just enough to prevent her from needing to use her safe word.
Nat’s breathing eventually evened out just slightly, giving Charlotte the go ahead. She recoiled her hips slowly, achingly slowly, before slamming them forwards once again.
“FUCK!” Nat whined, her thighs shaking within their binds.
Charlotte didn’t give her another moment, instead continuing the movement, huffing and grunting with every forward thrust, her thighs slapping against Nat’s ass as she went. She gave a light tug at the chain connected to the clamps, gaining Nat’s attention.
“This what you wanted?” She growled, her teeth gritted as she picked up the pace, fucking into Nat with a kind of strength she had no idea she possessed.
Nat didn’t hear a word, her mind fuzzy and lost in the heat burning through her stomach as the pain subsided and morphed into mind-numbing lust. She decided in her haze, that nodding in agreement to whatever the fuck Charlotte was asking was the right call. She nodded dumbly as she watched her through her lashes.
The laugh that bubbled up through Charlotte’s chest was nothing short of evil. “Yeah, that’s right, baby. Take whatever I give you. Good fucking girl.”
Charlotte had clearly decided she planned on fucking Nat through the mattress as she braced her hands on the back of Nat’s thighs and held herself up over her, ploughing her hips down at breakneck speed.
“Please,” Nat sobbed, her orgasm approaching dangerously fast. She knew better than to come without permission but speaking in full sentences was proving a challenge.
“You wanna come for me?” Charlotte panted.
“Aha,”
“You think you deserve it?”
“Aha,”
It was painfully obvious that Nat had no idea what she was saying at this point, her eyes now practically lodged into the back of her head.
With one last dangerously violent thrust forwards, Charlotte froze.
Now that got Nat’s attention. “No, no no. What? Why?” She mumbled deliriously.
Charlotte giggled, that childish joyful kind of giggle that surely shouldn’t be coming from her tormenter's mouth after practically attempting to break her insides.
“This is a punishment, remember?” She chided with a raised brow.
“Ughhh,” Natalie groaned, throwing her head back onto the pillow with a defeated huff. “You’re fuckin’ evil.”
“You love it.”
With that, Charlotte began to move again, not quite as violently this time, more accurately, clearly instant upon hitting every sensitive spot inside Nat’s cunt she could find. The reaction was instantaneous, Natalie’s eyes rolling back with the most raw, raspy moan Charlotte had ever heard.
“Oh, fuck. Like that. Just like that.” Nat babbled, her voice breathy and sensual as Charlotte continued to build her up and up until her cunt tightened once again around the silicone. “I’m close, please.”
Charlotte being the evil bitch she was, froze in place, her hips pressed close to Nat’s ass as she ground into her, giving her just enough to keep her on the edge.
“Please, please.” Natalie sobbed.
“Not yet, baby. I don’t think you have learnt your lesson just yet.”
A pitiful whine slid from Nat’s pressed lips, locking her eyes with Charlotte and using her best pouty expression that she knew always got her what she wanted.
“Don’t you dare.” Charlotte scolded, closing her eyes to maintain her composure.
Although professor Matthews had a reputation for being somewhat of a ruthless bitch, that look, the one where Nat pouted her lips and batted her tear stained lashes, was her kryptonite. It was the same look that got Natalie a new motorcycle, the same look that got her a new guitar, the same look that made Charlotte’s cunt throb with a strange desperation to please. She mentally scolded herself for the day she grabbed Natalie’s face and admitted, “That face could get you anything you wanted.”
“Please. I’ll be good. I promise.” Natalie lied. Charlotte knew it was a lie. But the moment she opened her eyes and saw that stupid, infuriatingly adorable look plastered across her blushing, tear stained face, she moved.
“Keep looking at me like that, pretty girl.” Charlotte breathed, deciding to indulge in the warm feeling the expression elicited. “Just like that. I’ll give you whatever you want. God you’re so fucking spoiled.” She practically growled, rolling her hips just right as Nat tried her best to maintain the expression.
It was almost comical the way Natalie held so much power while bound. From the outside looking in, the power imbalance would seem in favour of the professor. But the truth was, Nat held all the power. One look and Charlotte was putty in her hands.
The wet slapping was obscene when mixed with the panting and whimpering, echoing around the large bedroom. Natalie wanted to reach out, to dig her nails into Charlotte’s shoulders, to hold her close and moan into her ear about just how incredible she made her feel. Instead she clenched her fists behind her back, her spine bending and arching up off the bed.
“Can I come for you?” Natalie whimpered, batting her lashes once again as she fought with her eyes to remain in the front of her skull. Even the way she phrased the question, it was all part of the game, playing innocent just to get what she wanted. Charlotte knew exactly what she was doing, not that she cared. After all she had practically molded Nat into a sugar baby, insisting she asked nicely for anything and everything she could ever want, just so Charlotte could be the one to provide it.
“Yeah, pretty girl. Come for me.”
And god she did.
All the build up, the denial, the worrying about what was to come, about what her punishment would be, the fucking clamps still pinching her nipples every time the chain was jostled across her stomach. It all gathered until she could feel herself explode, her vision whiting out as she screamed her release.
Charlotte wasn’t much better off. The tiny amount of stimulation the base of the strap gave her was enough when mixed with that spoiled, pouty expression burned into the back of her eyelids. She threw her head back, burying the strap as deep as it would go while gyrating her hips, all but humping the back of the strap through the aftershocks.
The moment her orgasm passed, she flopped forwards, her fore head resting on Nat’s chest as she caught her breath.
“Fuck,” Charlotte breathed, attempting to rush her recovery to untie Nat and begin taking care of her.
With one final deep breath, she dragged herself up, gently slipping the dildo free and unbuckling the straps. She slung the strap-on across the room and returned her attention to untying the girl still bound on her bed.
After carefully kissing every mark left by the rope, Charlotte checked in as she always did. “Are you okay? Was there anything you didn’t like?”
“M-m.” Nat murmured, her brain still fuzzy and empty. “I loved it all.” She smiled, fucked out and dazed.
“Good. I’ll go and run your bath, darling.” Professor Matthews whispered, placing a tender kiss to Natalie’s fore head before exiting the room.