Sorry I wasn't able to add the voters and commenters this week. I'll definitely have it next week!
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Sun rays shine down on the Highland Academy students as they run around on the soccer field. Ophelia stands by the bleachers filling water bottles. She watches the students chase after a soccer ball while others play spike ball in the corner of the field. It's nearing the end of October, the weather forecast said this would be the last weekend with high temperatures in the 70s before it would start getting chilly. This is the reason why Ophelia is now in charge of overseeing the students on a Saturday morning when she would rather be in bed.
She hands a water bottle to a panting student as he races by and slumps onto the cold metal of the bleachers. Ophelia turns back to see more students running over, seeing the water bottles being refilled. Each had a name with the student, some kept their bottles with them while they played but most left them sitting on the table for Ophelia to refill. The stampede of students disperse after 5 minutes of loitering as they gulped down precious water. Some of them go to lay on the bleachers while some go back out to the field.
Her phone buzzes in her jacket pocket. It's a text message from Samantha. She opens it and sees a picture of herself from a distance. The hairs on her arms stand up as she becomes alert, looking around for the older woman. She doesn't see Samantha anywhere.
She's about to message the other when suddenly, she feels a presence to her left. "Good morning," Samantha grins mischievously at her. "You look like you've seen a ghost."
Ophelia lightly smacks the woman on the arm, breathing a sigh. "You scared me! I didn't know where you were."
"Mmm." Samantha comes closer. She stands at a safe enough distance that the students wouldn't be suspicious of their closeness. Ophelia wraps a hand around her wrist to help calm her nerves.
"How are you feeling?" Samantha brushes their shoulders together. Fingers lightly touch hers. "Is your ass still sore?"
Ophelia scowls, biting her lip. "Yes." She stares straight ahead.
"Will you lie to me again?" Samantha stares down at her unwavering in her callousness.
Finally, Ophelia turns to face the taller woman. "No ma'am, I learned my lesson." Ophelia received her first punishment yesterday afternoon. Two days after their first 'play date.' They haven't played since.
"I'm glad the message got through to you." Samantha's gaze shifts and there's a serious air around them. "Want to play again tonight?"
Her mouth drops open. Ophelia glances around to see if any students are near. "You can't say that out here." She whispers, cheeks red and not from the chilly breeze that blows.
"I asked if your ass was sore and you didn't mind. How is this any different?" Samantha scoffs, filling a plastic cup with water. She drinks from it, making Ophelia stew.
She really wants to stomp her foot but then Samantha would call her a brat, and did she really want to have that discussion again? "Just because."
Samantha lowers the cup from her lips. She licks the corner of her mouth to catch a stray drop that was about to slide down. Ophelia looks away, mentally noting that she needed to read the Baby Lesbian book that she bought online. She wasn't ready to indulge herself with Samantha, the woman was entirely new territory that Ophelia was drowning to navigate.
"Yes or no?" She tosses the cup in the trash bin next to the table, taking a step back.
"Yes." Ophelia takes a step forward. "What time?"
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Obsessed with Submission
Romansa"Crawl," Samantha's legs are spread wide, "Crawl to me." Her voice is sweet and low. The domme has her hands pressed on her muscular thighs as she waits for the submissive to make her move. Ophelia knows that Samantha will punish her if she doesn't...
