The Teacher's Infatuation

23 -Rules aren't so bad...right?

Kimberly's POV

I can't believe her! She really left me down here tied up with nipple clamps in. The pain was agonizing for the first 20 minutes, but after that I got used to it.

I must have fell asleep in the time she left me down here because I was awoken by the door opening and steps coming down the stairs.

"I see you're awake."

"Obviously," I said rolling my eyes.

"Hmm, I think it's time for some rules because you still don't seem to get it."

She walked down, sat next to me on the bed, and stroked my hair.

"My sweet, beautiful Kimberly."

"Whatever," I mumbled under my breath.

Suddenly I felt a powerful force across my cheek. She had slapped me! And it hurt, a lot.

"Y-you just hit me," I said trying not to tear up.

"I don't want to hurt you but you keep testing me. I will not tolerate disrespect, Kimberly. Believe me, it hurts me more to punish you. Now, I have to tell you the rules so you know what I expect and what you can be punished for."

She stood up and got a red leather crop that was hanging with other things.

"Number one, always listen to me and no back talking. No fowl language. No self harm or negative self talk. No playtime without my permission."

"Play time?"

"Yes, playtime," she said as she slowly dragged the crop in between my thighs, making me shiver.

"Also, you must let me check your outfits everyday, ask me to go anywhere, tell me where is it that you're going, who you're with, and
what you will be doing."

"Wow."

"Any questions?"

"Uhm...no"

"Good."

She began untying me and taking off the nipple clamps. I let out a sigh of relief as my nipples were now extremely sore.

Geez this woman is controlling! Let her check my outfit everyday??? Sometimes I don't even check my own outfits. I Just throw on anything and go out.

I feel like I'm walking on egg shells trying to avoid saying or doing something wrong that will set her off.

I was brought out of my thoughts by Rebecca saying something.

"Now I know you're probably sore so I ran a bath with soothing essential oils upstairs for you. I also have bath bombs if you want to use one."

Wow, she actually sounds concerned.
I mumbled a thank you as I tried to get up. She helped me off the bed followed behind as I went upstairs.

She led me to what I assumed is her room and told me to get undressed while she fetched the bath bomb. I quickly found a towel and wrapped it around me before she came back.

Although she had apparently seen me naked before, I still felt the need to cover up. She came back with a light pink bath bomb and started undressing herself.

"Wait, you're taking a bath with me?"

"I don't see why not," she smirked.

Rebecca led me to the tub and helped me get in slowly, her too getting in and sitting behind me. She put the bath bomb in and I watched as it fizzed in the water, turning it pink.

She began to slowly rub a cloth over my body, bathing me. I don't understand why, I'm not a baby I can bathe myself.

The bath soon took a turn that I semi-expected when Rebecca began kissing my neck and rubbing my thigh under the pink water. I'm not gonna lie, I was pretty turned on, but I don't know if I wanted it at the moment.

Those thoughts soon drifted from my mind when I felt her finger graze my clit. I gasped softly and I felt her smirk against my neck.

Her other hand wrapped around my throat as she caressed me. Not too hard, but just tight enough to be arousing.

"I want you, and everybody around you to know that you're mine. And I don't want them to ever forget it. Do you understand me?" She said as she stuck a finger in and used her thumb on my bundle of nerves.

"Do you?" She let out in a low growl.

"Y-yes." I whimpered

"Yes, what?"

"Yes Ms. Winston"

After our little "bath", she gave me some pajamas and we brushed our teeth.

"You wanna watch a movie?"

"I don't know," I laughed. "Every time we've watched a movie together, something sexual happened."

"I don't see why that's a problem," she smirked. "But seriously though, we're just going to be watching."

"Promise?"

"I promise."

"Okay sure. What are we gonna watch?"

"You can pick," she said as we made our way to the bed.

"Uhhh how about Grease?"

"Sure."

She turned on Netflix and put Grease on. We watched as I layed in her arms and she played with my hair. Maybe this wasn't so bad. Yeah, she's SUPER controlling but can't that be a good thing? As the movie came to an end, we fell asleep. Close, warm and cuddling.

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It seems as though Kimberly's mindset is changing about Ms. Winston.
Could this be for the better, or for worse?