Slut Training 101

Original Story by: Sub Miss

I hated him. With all my heart and soul, I really, truly, hated him. He was arrogant, conceited, contemptuous, the complete jerk package! He taught my first class of the day, and was the main reason I hated getting up in the mornings. After that, it was uphill the rest of the day.

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On this particular day, he was being even more condescending and demeaning than he usually was. It was all directed at me. (again.) “Ms. Vaughn, can you hear me? I asked you to describe to me (and to the class) why “Little Women” is generally described as feminist literature, when most of the characters appear to be anything but…”

“Uhm…” I hesitated, “’cause Jo is a dyke?”

I honestly thought his head was going to explode, as the rest of the class tittered nervously. Literally, right there, in Lit. 101.I thought it was going to come flying off.  Instead he replied through gritted teeth, “Jewel, I want to see you directly after class. Do you understand me young lady?” I felt my face burn even as my panties moistened. Something about the way he said young lady, both frightened and aroused me. I nodded. I couldn’t make eye contact with him, or with anyone right then. What I was feeling was much too obvious.

The wait seemed intermidable, but finally we were alone. “Jewel,” He said, “Do you know why I kept you after class?”

I kept my eyes on my desk as I answered “Because I was a smart ass?”

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“That’s exactly right.” He answered as he slowly moved toward me “and nothing is so unbecoming a lady as being a ‘smart ass’ as you say. Look at me.” He reached down and lifted my chin, forcing me to look into those cruel blue eyes. “From now on, you will behave like a proper young lady. I will teach and you will learn. Understand?” My body trembled as his thumb caressed my face. I knew I was facing some sort of important decision, but I didn’t know how to do anything except nod my head.

He leaned down and whispered “good girl” in my ear, and with that, my panties were completely soaked. I’m sure he owned me, even then. “Stand up!” he commanded suddenly. I stood as if someone else were guiding me. “Lift your arms.” I lifted them over my head. “Turn around and remove that skirt. It’s time for inspection.” I turned around and slowly removed my skirt. Then I waited. He left me there for some time. I wondered if he were staring at me, or if perhaps, he had forgotten me. I started to peek around when *WHACK*!! My bottom was stinging and I’m sure bright red. He had spanked me with an old paddle that always hung on his wall. I had thought it just an amusing show piece, but I had been mistaken. It had a definite use.

*WHACK*!! He hit me again. Even though I had tears in my eyes, I was soaking wet. I was ashamed and hoped he wouldn’t notice. But of course, he notices everything. He gave a little chuckle. “Is my little slut getting wet?” My face flamed and I could not bring myself to answer him. He grabbed hold of my hair and pulled it so that I was facing him. “Answer my question, slut…are you wet?” I nodded, trying not to make eye contact.

“You must learn to speak properly. Since I’m in a particularly good mood today, I’m giving you one last chance to answer my question; did getting your little ass paddled make your pussy wet?” I flinched at the vulgarity and started to nod, until I saw the look in his eyes. “Yes, Mr. Bowen, it did.” He smiled as his hand skimmed just over the top of my panties. I moaned and tried to press up against his beautiful fingers, but was surprised when he took his other hand and brought it down hard on my ass.

“From now on slut, you will call me Sir. You have not yet earned the right to call me Master, but Mr. Bowen is reserved for the free. A girl like you will always be owned by somebody…right now it’s me…understand me slut?” He reached out and pinched one of my nipples as he said this. I started to nod, and he pinched harder. “Y….yes…Mr….erm…Sir”

I felt a tear roll down one cheek. He shocked me by licking it off. “I love the taste of your tears, my little slut. I will teach, and you will learn. After all, that’s what you’re here for, is it not?” A small smile curved his lips as I answered quickly and correctly, “Yes Sir!”

He kissed my mouth and I felt so proud, I had done what was expected of me. “Jewel,” He said, “You’re lips are so beautiful…pouty and red.” I licked them, proud he had noticed. “But those lips…they weren’t made for kissing, were they?” I didn’t know what to say so I said nothing. He smacked my bottom again, letting his hand linger just for a moment. “No…no Sir?…” I answered, unsure.

“Show me…show me what they were made for slut girl.” He said as he pushed me to my knees. I didn’t have to be told twice! He allowed me to unzip his trousers, and to take out his beautiful cock. Now I knew why he was so arrogant and bold! I surprised myself with how much I wanted and needed that big hard cock in my mouth. I sucked it and licked it..I worshipped it. I licked his gorgeous balls until they were high and tight, working my way up the shaft, loving every inch, like a baby who has been deprived her baba. I needed to please him and to adore that big beautiful cock. Suddenly, I could tell he was getting ready to blow…I moved my moist mouth faster and faster over his prick, teasing the tip with my tongue. Just when I thought I was going to get my reward, he grabbed me by my hair and came over and over again all over my face.

“Thank your Master, slut” he said. “Th…thank you Sir…” I replied, wondering when he was going to touch me. I was even more wet and ready than before.  “Clean up. You’re a mess. You’ll be late for your next class.” He said casually over his shoulder as he walked out of the room. That was how it began. Slut Training 101.

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