"What, with my tongue in your tail? nay, come again,
Good Kate; I am a gentleman."
― William Shakespeare, The Taming of the Shrew
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"England'snational poet, and the "Bard of Avon."
Regina looked up at her prepared lecture and read the first line to herself, her vision dimmed and her knees got shaky. She couldn't do it. How on earth was she supposed to teach class, knowing that her precious, sweet Emma was wearing a strap on cock right in front of her? Probably just waiting to pound her pussy with it the moment class was over. Regina felt her inner muscles clench deliciously.
Her mouth was dry. She stood awkward in front of her waiting class, all eyes on her. She was completely thrown off her game. She made the mistake of looking at Emma, and underneath the thin desk top, she spread her legs and lightly ran her fingers over the sharp outline of the cock in her pants. Oh fuck, Regina thought as her body temperature started to rise up and her pussy started to pulse in time with her heart beat.
She had to act fast and think of something to cut her lecture short.
"Alright, class as you know, (if you completed the reading,) today we are starting our unit on Shakespeare. Please take the next 5 minutes to make a list of everything you know about England's national poet... if you don't know anything...that's okay, write down something you'd like to learn," Regina covered nicely and practically stumbled over to her desk, sitting down and pulling out a pen and paper. Anything to not look at Emma subtly stroking her big dick…
She started to make a list, but not about Shakespeare, it turned out to be things Regina had discovered about herself in a little over a week:
1) She loved women. Last week she realized she was approximately 90% gay, but now she would up that percentage to 120% gay. How did she never know this before she met Emma? But why wouldn't she: women are hot and yummy (see point 4 for details.)
2) She liked being bossed around and teased. But not too much, her patience wore thing.
3) She liked not wearing panties in public. Especially at work, she could feel the sweet, stickiness of her arousal starting to wet the outer lips of her pussy and with no panties the feeling was very pronounced.
4) She adored the taste of Emma. She could spend all day with her head buried between her legs, running her tongue up and down, sucking and slipping in her fingers to bring her off in that glorious, orgasmic way...
5) She had a newfound love of showering. But getting down and dirty, not clean.
6) She liked giving spankings. Not because she wanted to cause hurt; but the sting caused excitement for both of them. She probably liked getting a spanking too, but that was a discovery yet to be had.
7) She'd never felt so free and uninhibited. Slowly, surely she was shedding her crippling worry and growing into herself, and her life. Even if something happened between Emma and she and they were no longer together, she was forever changed for good (to borrow from Wicked.)
She looked up at the clock and realized that five minutes was up and her class was looking around bored, and playing on their phones. Regina took a deep breath and started her lecture. The whole time she couldn't stop thinking about what Emma was planning to do. As she talked about "The Taming of the Shrew" and "A Midsummer's Night's Dream" she wondered how Emma was feeling.
Did she know how much of an impact she was having on Regina just by having the audacity to wear that thing in her classroom? Was she turned on too? Did she feel secretly powerful wearing that?
And most importantly, Regina couldn't get a handle on exactly how big it was. She was dying to know. Could she take it? Would it feel good or would it hurt? Aside from fingers and her tiny vibrator, the biggest thing Regina had up in there was the gyno's speculum, and that was only once a year. At any rate, she was dying to find out what it would feel like, and what position(s) Emma would have her in.
She squeezed her eyes shut, and checked the clock for the 100th time in the past 20 minutes. If Emma was going to torture her with a sticky note, Regina was going to torture her back. Now, note passing in class was discouraged, but it didn't happen with frequency anymore due to snapchat and much faster and more discreet technological means of note passing. Emma had cell phone out on her desk, and Regina had an idea.
"Ashley, will you please read to the class from page 10 on about Shakespeare's early life," Regina had a student she knew was kind of a slow reader start to read the very long biography, while she texted Emma under her desk.
She made sure Emma got the notification even though her phone was on silent. By the look on her face she had received the message loud and clear:
"I'm not wearing panties, and I'm already soaked."
The thrill she got from sending that text was unbelievable. It was now a long, slow torturous wait until the bell rang.
The class had now had a thorough introduction to Shakespeare, but all Regina had on her mind was getting a thorough introduction to Emma's toy. The class had learned about the bard's early life, his professional life, and been introduced to the style and culture surrounding theater at the time when the class period was finally up. Regina waited expectantly, not daring to move from her desk, as the students filed out. Emma stayed seated, a hungry look in her eyes.
"Miss. Mills, would you mind if I turned up for office hours? I think I need some of your expert assistance. I mean this subject is so hard…"
Regina sat back and smiled knowingly, "why of course not, dear. You know I'm always available to my students for whatever need arises."
"Yeah, you are… willing to bend over backwards I'm sure."
Regina was usually methodical and orderly when packing up her things, but she had never crammed papers into her bag as quickly as she did today in order to race back to her office with Emma trailing close behind.
She really hoped that none of her other students were hoping to get some face time with her that day.
