Pleasure in Pain [Student/Teacher]

Chapter 6

            Writing my view on domestic discipline was harder than I thought. If I went for being against it, then that would be lying about my newfound sexual desires. But if I said I was for it, then Mr. Matthews would know about them. I was at such a crossroads and was getting quite angry. The way he seemed so dominating in class had me fantasizing about him all throughout the day. It was hard to pay attention in my other classes while I kept squirming in my seat. I had been wet the whole day and was getting frustrated, needing some sort of relief, but of course never got one.

            I sighed loudly and stared at my computer screen. Nothing had been changed so far, and I knew I needed to hurry up so I could head over to Milly’s house. My father had surprisingly agreed with the plan. A fake one, but it was just a tiny lie. He thought it would be beneficial if Milly’s mom, who happened to be a schoolteacher, helped me with my homework. She worked about a half an hour away in a different town, but she still worked for a high school and knew all the necessary knowledge.

            Deciding to just go with my gut feeling, I began typing away. I needed at least a paragraph for it to be reliable. The whole time my leg was bouncing up and down nervously. I needed to make it seem professional and that I knew what I was talking about. I wrote about how I was indifferent about it. I wasn’t too sure on some aspects of BDSM and domestic discipline and hadn’t practiced in the field, so I wouldn’t be able to say too much on my opinion. I said that it did in fact fascinate me. Basically, I bullshitted a whole paragraph about that, too nervous to go into more detail.

            When I was finally finished, I saved and printed the paper, then set it in my bag for school. I then grabbed my schoolbag, then my personal bag, and walked downstairs. Both of my parents were sitting on the couch watching TV when I got into the living room. I gave them a warm smile and headed towards the door. “Okay, I’m off!” I shouted over my shoulder.

            “Bye, honey!” My mom called back.

            “Remember to go to bed at a decent time and don’t forget to thank Mrs. Stephen for helping you!” My dad said.

            “I will, don’t worry!” Was the last thing I said before shutting the door behind me.

            The walk to Milly’s house wasn’t long, so I was there in no time and letting myself in. “Honey, I’m home!” I called out.

            I heard thudding upstairs, and the sound quickly trailed to the staircase where Milly started trotting down. “Oh Lillian, how I’ve been so lonely without you.” She said theatrically, holding her hand to her chest.

            “I know, it’s been quite some time, Millina.” I said, calling her by her full name.

            That snapped her out of it. “Hey! I hate my name.” She said dramatically and I laughed.

            “Why? I like it.” I told her.

            She rolled her eyes at me. “Whatever, girl. I got pizza before you got here, so let’s eat!” She said excitedly and raced towards the kitchen.