A/N: Well...hello. ;-) I actually wrote a few more paragraphs of plot! And the rest, well... Do I need to draw you all a map of Tasmania? (If anyone gets that joke, feel free to leave a comment!)

I do have a double Cigarette Warning™ for you all, though... One of which is sneaky, and the other one of the disciplinary kind. Feel free to skip if that sort of kinky disciplinary thing bothers you, although I have a feeling that's not very many of you who are still reading this after all the other things I've written. :-P

(Just get on with it, will you?!)

(Fine, fine...)

Disclaimer: I do not own skins, but apparently I have a dirty mind. Any and all typos are the fault of iOS 8 which now makes notepad lag like a cheap hooker.

(Emily POV)

(Two weeks later)

Time has flown. That cunt McClair has finally ended up back in England, at Her Majesty's pleasure, but still...back in country, which has proven to be a huge relief for me. I don't know what that bastard has against me, but I am angry enough at him to want the legal system to throw several books at him, and lock him up for a long time.

Michael Hunt, the helpful lawyer whom Charles Dewey had recommended to help with our case against Bailey, had agreed to help with prosecuting McClair and Richard, also. He has said, that with the charges, it looks unlikely that McClair will get away without having a custodial sentence. He says that the man is up to his neck in shit, and will most likely serve a long sentence. Richard doesn't escape either, he'll do time as well, and his career as an accountant is fucked. Hunt has also managed to obtain copies of the photos that McClair had, which were seized by the police. To be frank, they were nothing more than shots of the two of us together while out and about, completely innocent, and while anyone looking at them closely enough could have worked out the basis of our relationship (had they thought hard enough), they were innocent enough to not be incriminating, nor blackmail worthy.

This was a relief to both Naomi and myself. There was nothing I wanted less than to have our relationship exposed, and I know Naomi agreed with me. Put simply, a dominant/submissive relationship is not the kind of relationship that is easily understood, and while the two of us understood the dynamic perfectly, there was a reason we didn't let other people know that was how we lived behind closed doors. Well, ok, apart from the times when I got a little frisky while out and about, but I always made sure whoever could see was someone we didn't know, and therefore no explanations were necessary.

In any case, with the developments in the legal case against McClair and Richard, and the knowledge that McClair wasn't getting away with what he had done anytime soon, I felt a need to at least celebrate one thing that had gone right. Not that business was going wrong, you understand, in fact, since word got around about what McClair had done, it seemed to pick up, which no one more than I was grateful for. It's one thing to build up a company from scratch, but another thing to see what you have worked so hard for fall to pieces around you, and I was so glad I didn't have to suffer that eventuality

Naomi had also been busy, working with Hunt and building the case against McClair, she was about as impressed with the fact that he'd had photos taken of us as I was, but as I said, we were both relieved that they weren't that incriminating. I didn't need it to come out in court, nor in the papers, that I was into a lifestyle that wasn't often as understood as it could be, and I was worried about Naomi's reputation, too. She was young, and had her whole career ahead of her, and while I was proud of her, I certainly didn't want her name tarnished by our extra curricular dalliances.

I believe I mentioned celebration? Well, that came in the form of me taking Naomi somewhere special. I've always wanted to find out what makes her tick, especially in terms of sex... What can I say, it's something that should interest any loving partner...and while I admit that I may not have taken proper time to ask what her desires were, I had a pretty good way of finding out. I found myself wanting to push her barriers, but also not...after all, I did love her, and didn't want to hurt her, neither emotionally nor physically. This desire to challenge her, I suppose, was what led us to both be standing in front of an adult shop in the middle of London.

"W-what are we doing here?" Naomi asked, as we stood in front of the shop.

"It isn't obvious?" I smirked.

"I can never tell with you..." She replied.

"Oh, beautiful... Are you shy?" I teased.

"Shut up!" She said, a blush spreading out over her cheeks. "I just..."

A though occurred to me. "Baby, have you ever been into an adult shop?" I asked, putting my arm around her waist. She shook her head, and leaned into me. I smiled. "It's more normal than you think, I promise."

"I always thought these places were run by sleazy men who had one hand on their cock under the counter..." She mumbled.

I started to laugh. "Oh, my naïve, beautiful girl..." I said. "If it's any consolation, the person who runs this store is a woman. And she has seen and heard it all, believe me."

Naomi eyed me curiously. "Have you ever brought anyone else here?"

I looked back at her honestly. "No." I said. "You're the first."

"Why?" She asked.

I sighed. "Because no one else has meant as much to me as you do. No one..." I paused. "Naomi... I've been nothing but honest with you. I've steered clear of relationships for a long time. I've been scared of being hurt. I know you won't hurt me, and you know enough about my desires, needs and wants... It's about bloody time I brought you here."

"Because...?"

"Even though I love you...deeply... Sex is a big part of that, too. And I feel that I need to find out more about what interests you have."

"So...this is a loving partner thing, as opposed to a sex crazed dominant thing?"

I stared at her in shock. "You think I'm sex crazed?!"

"Well, not really...uh... I mean..."

I pulled her to me and kissed her passionately. The kiss seemed to take her breath away, as was my intention. "I love you dearly, and passionately. " I said, my voice low. "If you think that makes me sex crazed, I'll gladly wear that shirt, but beautiful..." I kissed her again. "It's YOU who I am passionate about. Don't ever forget that."

"I won't." She whispered.

"Come on... It's time we went in. I think people are confused as to why we are standing here..." I took her hand and pulled her inside. "Think of it like an ordinary shopping trip..." I said.

"Oh right, so like... Eggs, milk...dildos...handcuffs..." She replied, as we descended the stairs. "How the hell is that possible?"

I laughed. "Naomi, we are consenting adults, there's nothing to be ashamed or squeamish about." I said. "It's less seedy than you think."

"Really?" She asked, skeptical.

We ended up et the bottom of the stairs, and the female sales lady gave me a nod. "Hi, Emily." She said, with a cheerful grin.

"Hi, Jane." I replied. "How've you been?"

"Business is good. Feel free to look around, and if you need a hand..."

"We'll be sure to ask, cheers!" I said, leading Naomi into the store proper.

Naomi and I looked around for a good few long minutes, and I couldn't help but be amused by her expression, one that was full of wonder and embarrassment. She was clearly intrigued by the sights around her, and I decided to let her decide what she wanted to look at, and be guided by her curiosity. She seemed to be amused by the sex toys on display, thought I couldn't quite tell whether it was out of curiosity or sheer silly amusement. I mean, when one is confronted by all manner of rubber cocks, one can either laugh out loud, or take on an expression that says "Hmm...I wonder how that would feel inside me?" Naomi's expression drifted between the two, until, that is, her eyes settled on a title in the DVD section. It was a typical dominant/submissive title, I suppose... I for one didn't pay much attention to pornography, I find most of it to be over the top and fake, but the title of it was "School of Discipline", and the cover featured a pair of women, one bent over a desk and the other brandishing a flogger, that was almost striking the arse of the woman who was bent over. I noticed that Naomi was somewhat transfixed on the title, and I stood closer to her, and my hand seemed to fold into hers, and she gripped my fingers tightly.

"This is of interest to you?" I asked, softly. She replied with nothing more than a nod, and another blush that covered her cheeks. I took the cover in my fingers and read the back of the cover:

"Watch on as the naughty girls of St Catherine's entice the headmistress into more than just normal school discipline!" I have to admit, I almost laughed, but kept my mirth at bay, as I noticed the blush covering Naomi's cheeks. "Seriously?" I asked.

"Oh, it'd be only ridiculous and fake...like most professional pornography. Why would anyone want to watch fake moaning, anyway?" She said quickly. I knew she was trying to play it off.

"That may be true, but the idea still excites you..." I whispered, leaning close. "And now...I know it." I held her hand tightly in my own. "C'mon... There's something else you need to look at."

I put the DVD back on the shelf, and led her over to the section that held all the bondage gear... Collars, cuffs, leather, chains, harnesses, paddles, whips, floggers and crops. I watched as her eyes roamed over everything in front of her.

"I've always found collars to be...unnecessary." She said, quietly. "What do you think?"

I nodded. "As a rule, I've never seen the need. Some dominants want to collar their submissives, but I've never felt it to be required. I've always felt that the right person for me... Well, I've always felt it different." I explained. "Collaring someone... It's an ownership thing. I say you are mine, but I don't feel as though I own you. Not like property...I find that demeaning. You are your own person."

"I belong to you, though." Naomi said.

"Yes... But you know it. Enough to not even look twice at someone else."

"I wouldn't upset you like that..."

"Yes, because we love each other equally." I said. "That's not to say that a dominant who collars their submissive doesn't love them...it's just...different. Love, like we have, may not even come into it at all. Or the two may not wish to say they love each other, even though they fit perfectly."

"Have you ever wanted to collar a submissive of yours?" She asked.

I shook my head. "No. Make no mistake, beautiful... It's not my thing. And I've never fallen for another partner as I have done for you."

"You felt nothing for your other partners?" She looked at me curiously.

"Lust, yes. Love...no." I said. "I only wanted to fuck them... To feed the desire I had to have control over them. I kept them at arms length, and never fell for them. You were the exception."

"I guess I'm special, then..." She said

"More than you know, beautiful." I said, squeezing her hand in mine. "I fell in love with you the moment I saw you." I said. "I couldn't stop myself, in spite of how it was against every way I had lived my life for years."

"Emily..."

I kissed the back of her hand. "I didn't know it then, but now I do." I said. "I don't need to collar you. Our love is enough for me to know that we belong together. We are a part of each other...intertwined. It means so much more than a collar ever could."

"Really?"

"Mmhmm. To me... A collar is superficial. And superfluous. It doesn't show the true bond between two people...and isn't necessary."

"I think I see your point." Naomi said.

I looked over the display, and an idea came to my undoubtedly twisted imagination, as Naomi's eyes fixed on a set of leather handcuffs, that were connected not by chain, but by a double ended quick release snap hook. I leaned close to her ear. "Curious?" I asked, softly.

"Sort of..." She said. "We already have leather cuffs, though..."

"Mmm... Not like those, though." I said. "There is a change room...if you want to try them on."

She swallowed. "W-what?"

"Yeah...see how they fit." I took them off the hook on the shelf. "Come on..." I said, walking towards the change rooms. I looked back to see Naomi watching after me wide eyed, and raised my eyebrow in silent question. She quickly followed. There were three change rooms, and I entered the first one, Naomi walking in right after me. I shut the door behind us, and locked it. I looked at the door, seeing that it went all the way down to the floor, and smirked. Naomi took in my expression.

"Y-you have that d-devious look in your eyes, Em." She stammered.

I nodded. "Yeah, I do..." I said, keeping my voice low. "Turn around."

She turned around, and I took one of her wrists in my hand, slipping the cuff around it and buckling it snugly against her skin. I detached the other cuff, and did the same on her other wrist. "How's that?" I asked. She nodded and gave an affirmative murmur. I took the metal clip, and brought both of her wrists together behind her back, clipping them together. I heard her breath quietly hitch. "And now?"

"Uh..."

I slid my hand across her stomach, feeling it tremble as she breathed. "You're nervous." I said.

"Y-yes."

I slowly continued to run my hand over her clothed body. "You're wondering what I'm going to do, don't you?" I asked. "Now that I have you like this..."

"Yeah..."

A quiet, low chuckle left my throat. "I want you on your knees. Right now."

"But-"

"Now." I placed my hands on her shoulders and pushed her down onto her knees, taking care so that she didn't fall and hurt herself. I too got to my knees behind her, and wrapped my arms around her waist. "Good girl." I whispered.

"W-what are you g-going to d-do?" Naomi asked, in a quiet whisper that matched mine.

I didn't give her a verbal answer right away, but instead let my hands drift down to her jeans, undoing the top button and sliding the zipper down. Naomi gasped as I slid my hand inside, my fingers moving against her warm skin, and into her knickers, not stopping until my fingers met with the hot, wet contact of her folds. "You have an idea now, yes?" I said, in an obvious question.

"J-jesus..."

"Shhh..." I whispered, as my middle finger brushed against her swollen clit and began to rub it back and forth. Her breathing became shallow and it didn't take long before a whimper slipped out. I slid my other hand up her chest and covered her lips with my palm. "Quiet." I commanded. All that was left was the ragged sound of her breathing through her nose as I continued to rub her clit with my fingers. Her hands between us gripped at my shirt as she tried to grab onto me. "You're so wet, beautiful..." I said, my voice remaining a low whisper. "This little trip has excited you, hasn't it?" She nodded as she breathed harder. "Mmm...I knew it. And the cover of that DVD got you thinking didn't it?" A muffled whimper and another nod. I chuckled, low and soft, feeling her body shiver against mine. "I think I should take you home and spank you like the naughty girl I know you are, what do you think?"

She let out another muffled whimper as she shook harder in my arms. I bit her earlobe between my teeth, as I began to rub against her clit faster. "I wonder...should I make you come now to take the edge off, or should I wait until you are well and truly spanked senseless and dripping?" I smirked, circling my fingers as best as I could in the confined space of her jeans. The muffled whimper turned into a moan, and her hips squirmed, wanting more contact. "Perhaps...I should do both. Make you come now, so you feel the intensity without being able to make a sound..." I said, rubbing her faster, my fingers slipping over her slick wetness. "...and then later, when I know you will beg me...with or without words...to fuck you harder..."

Her head nodded rapidly as she shivered harder in my arms. Her hand grabbed at me, as her body tensed. I rubbed faster against her swollen bud. I held her tighter to me. "Come for me, beautiful." I whispered. Her body arched and shook as several hard, shaky breaths left her nose, the orgasm bolting through her. I kissed along the side of her neck and brought her down gently, and when she was no longer panting hard, I released my hold on her lips. I set about unbuckling her wrists, and then stood up, pulling her to her feet. She turned to face me, and gave me a look of satisfaction, as well as curiosity. I smirked, and reached down to zip up her jeans.

"You're crazy." She whispered.

"You didn't complain." I said, my eyebrow raised. "What does that say about you?" I smirked, as I held up the cuffs. "I think we'll take these, too... What do you think?"

Naomi blushed, and nodded. Her brow then furrowed. "But...what else are we taking?"

I gave her another grin. "That, my darling, beautiful lover...is a surprise." I kissed her deeply, and then reached behind her to unlock the door. "Go and wait for me at the counter. Keep your eyes on the floor when I get there." I pulled her close for another soft, tender kiss. "Love you."

We left the cubicle together, though Naomi went to the counter, and I went back to the rack of gear, my eyes trailing over several interesting items until they stopped at one that peaked my interest. I picked it up, feeling the weight of it in my hand, and checking the flex of it. "Two in one...Perfect." I murmured. I walked to the counter, and sure enough, Naomi was standing just as I had asked her. I put the items on the counter.

"Will this be all today, Emily?" Jane asked, giving us both an amused look, as I handed over some cash.

"Oh yes, this has been a most satisfying expedition." I smirked. Jane looked at Naomi, whose ears were turning pink.

She looked back at me and grinned and then occupied herself with the till, briefly. "Nice. Well, enjoy..." She said, handing over my change, and the items in a plain white paper bag. "See you again soon?"

"You never know..." I grinned. I took Naomi's hand. "Come on, beautiful..."

Naomi was quiet the whole taxi ride home, at least with words. Her hand remained in mine, and she sat with her head on my shoulder, as my arm wrapped around hers. I knew she was ok, though, because she periodically left soft kisses against my neck. When we arrived back at the flat, she got out first, and waited while I paid the driver. We were left standing on the pavement as he drove away, and Naomi looked at me with a somewhat uncertain expression. I could tell what she needed, and stepped close to her, feeling her arms fold around me, a sigh leaving her body. My own arms slipped around her waist and I held her tightly to me. "Alright?"

"Yeah." She said, quietly.

"Come on, let's go in, yeah?" I said, taking her hand and leading her up the garden path. She shut the door behind us, and locked it, as I placed the carry bag on the table.

"Emily?" She said, and I turned around, to see her standing in the middle of the room, a little nervous looking.

"Yes?"

Her eyes looked to the bag, and then back at me. "Whatever other crazy thing you have in that bag..."

"Crazy?" I smirked.

Naomi looked at me seriously. "I have a feeling you intend to challenge my limits, and before you do, I was wondering if we could...just...spend a little time together?"

I nodded, understanding. "Comfort first?"

"Would you mind?"

I answered her by taking her hand in mine and leading her to our bedroom. Once we were lying down, wrapped around each other, I spoke again. "I never mind, beautiful. You know that." I kissed her cheek softly, and brushed my fingers through her fringe. "Are you sure you are alright?" I whispered.

"My mind is all over the place." She admitted. "Not in any bad way, but I just need it to calm down right now. This helps."

"Ok..." I replied. "You are overwhelmed?"

"A bit."

"By what?"

She sighed. "I've never had anyone control me like you do." She said. "And the more I think about it... The more it doesn't bother me."

"And that bothers you." I said.

"Yes. In a way."

I kissed her softly. "Love does strange things to us, beautiful. It's inevitable that we lose a little of ourselves when we fall for someone else. But...it doesn't have to be a bad thing." I explained. "It's a rare thing when we can predict and anticipate each other."

"I didn't predict what we did in the change room."

"No, you weren't supposed to." I replied. "But I knew it would get you going, even if you wouldn't admit it as truth."

"Why?"

I smiled. "I know my spontaneous nature turns you on. Naomi... You work a high stress job where you need to be in control. Even at Dewey... You can't tell me that defending the indefensible was a walk in the park."

"No, you're right. I can't."

"And when you are with me... How do you feel?"

"When we are like this, or...when we are together?" She asked.

"Together."

She inhaled, and then exhaled deeply. "Awake." She said. "Alive... It grabs at me, right here..." She put her hand on my stomach, and squeezed gently. "It just intensifies when we play. I've never felt anything like it."

I covered her hand with my own. "You see why I say it's an intoxicating feeling, then?"

"Very much so."

I moved closer to her and kissed her slowly. "I...love...you...so...much."

She smiled, and laid her head on my shoulder. "I'm glad that you do." She said. "So...are you going to tell me what else you bought, besides the cuffs?"

My eyes met hers, and I watched as she took in my smirk, noting her widening pupils. She swallowed. "You remember the DVD cover?" I asked, my voice low. A blush came across her cheeks and she nodded. "Good." I smirked. I sat up and shuffled backwards so I was leaning against the railings. She looked up at me, curiously. "Stand up." I said, my tone lowering a little more. She got up and stood by the side of the bed. "Now...strip." She was surprised, but began to take off her clothes anyway, slowly, just as she knew I liked. A few minutes later, she stood completely naked, hands at her sides, and her eyes on me. "Go to the wardrobe, and dress in the following: White knickers, white bra, short skirt, and a white shirt. The one with the studs."

"Yes, Emily." She said, softly, turning towards the wardrobe and opening it. It didn't take her long to find the clothes as I instructed, and I watched her as she put each item on one by one.

"Heels. And then go and wait for me at the dining table. But, do not look in the bag, am I understood?"

"Y-yes." She replied, finding a pair of heels quite quickly, slipping them onto her feet, and leaving the room.

I stood up, and began to change, myself. I decided on some professional attire, a form fitting black skirt and a maroon shirt, black hold up stockings, and heels. I also put on a black jacket, and to complete the look, I tied my hair back. I left the bedroom and found Naomi standing next to the table, her hands behind her back, waiting obediently for me. She looked at me when I entered the room, and I noted her jaw drop slightly as she took in how I looked with her eyes. Once she had seen my expression, however, she respectfully dropped her gaze.

I took the bag off the table, and set it on the floor by the table leg, pulling one of the chairs out from under the table and placing it behind me. "Turn around." I said, my voice having slipped into its dominant timbre. Naomi turned around, her back facing me. "A little role play, I think...yes?"

"Um...y-yes?" Naomi stuttered.

"The DVD in the shop... It excited you, didn't it?"

"You know it did."

I cleared my throat. "Words, beautiful."

"S-sorry. Y-yes." She said.

"You have a safe word. What is it?"

"P-porcupine."

"If this becomes too much for you...you must use it. I will not be angry with you. Do you understand?"

"Y-yes, Emily."

"Very well." I said, succinctly. I paused for a few moments. "So, Miss Campbell... I hear you have been a bit naughty... Missing lessons...smoking on the playing fields... Behaving most inappropriately." I said, sharply. "What do you have to say for yourself, young lady?"

"Uh... I don't know, miss." She said, her voice timid. "Maybe you have me confused with someone else?"

"Are you saying I'm lying?"

"N-no, I-"

"Because I won't tolerate that accusation!" I said, again with sharpness in my tone. "An accusation such as that warrants strict discipline, I find." She shivered at my words. "I suggest you lean over the table." Naomi reached in front of her and placed her hands on the table. "I think you need a spanking, to teach you a proper lesson on how not to break the rules, and how to treat your headmistress with respect." I said. "Do you agree?"

"I...uh...s-suppose so..." She stammered.

I lifted her skirt up over her hips. "You suppose?" I asked, reaching to her arse and running my hand over the white cotton that covered her rear. "Oh, I think we can do better than that..." I said, reaching up to the waistband of her knickers and slowly pulling them down until they were partway down her thighs. "Hmm...such pretty, pale skin... It will be much more colourful when I am done with it, believe me..." I pulled the fabric back up over her arse and ran my hand over it again, to her response of a shiver. "Let's see how good you are at counting..." I reached backwards and then gave the left side of her arse a firm, but not too firm spank. There was silence. "Well? I said count."

"O-one." Naomi said, softly.

"Louder." I said, reaching back and spanking the right side.

"Two!" Her voice was a little louder this time.

"Much better. Although...a little gratitude, I think." I added, spanking her a third time.

"T-three! Thank you, miss..." And a fourth. "F-four...oh, thank you..."

I rubbed my hand lightly over her to soothe the sting a little. "Good girl... However, I'm not done with you just yet..." I reached down and pulled out the leather cuffs out of the bag, reaching for her wrist and securing the cuff around it. I pulled her up so tht she was standing straight and brought the other hand behind her back, also cuffing it so that they were behind her back.

"Please, miss...w-what are you going to do?" She asked, her voice trembling. I slid my hands up the front of her body and gripped her shirt, right above the first stud, and quickly opened it, the rapidly opening studs drawing a gasp from her, followed by a soft moan as I gave her covered tits a quick grope.

"Lay down over the table." I said, gently pushing her forwards. She let out a whimper as the soft thud of her body meeting the cool wood of the table sounded around us. "I am going to make sure you never forget the consequences of being a disobedient student, young lady." I said, my voice commanding and stern as I reached back down and picked up the second item I had purchased. I held it in my hand, feeling the weight of it again, and gave it a practice swing, before running the smooth leather of the paddle against her knicker covered arse. "You need discipline for your disobedience, my dear. Firstly for missing lessons... I've been told by your teachers that you've missed ten, so I think that warrants one spank for each lesson missed. Do you agree?" I explained, as I continued to rub the paddle over her arse.

"Y-yes miss." She replied.

"Good. You are to count each one." I said, reaching back and swinging the paddle towards her, letting it make contact on one side.

Her body tensed, and she shuddered. "One...b-but... That's n-not your hand?" She stammered.

"How very smart of you to notice." I smirked, again swinging and making contact with the other side of her covered arse.

This time, she whimpered. "T-two...fuck!" A third strike, this one a little firmer. "Three!" A groan followed her count. "Oh, thank you, miss..." Another strike. "FOUR." Another. "F-five! Oh shit..."

"That's half." I said, pausing for a short moment and then swinging the paddle harder, the smack on her arse sounding louder this time.

"SIX!" She gasped, her voice showing strained distraction. I swung again. "S-ev...seven..." Another groan, and a few laboured gasps. Again, the paddle contacted her arse. "Eiiight...CHRIST!"

"Nearly done." I said, swinging again. The moan that came from her when the paddle struck her sent a shiver through me, as well as a tingling between my legs.

"Nine..." Her voice was breathless now. I swung again. "TEN!"

I placed the paddle on the chair behind me, and ran my hand over her arse to soothe her, and she moaned at my soft touch. "Now...what do you say, young lady?" I asked.

"Thank you, miss." She groaned.

"Good girl." I said, as I continued to rub her arse. "Your skin feels nice and warm." I reached up to the waistband of her knickers and she whimpered as I drew the fabric down over her arse, and down her thighs, leaving it at her knees. The cheeks of her arse had now turned a bright pinkish colour, and she squirmed as I gently ran my fingers over them, to feel the warmth. "Oh yes, warm indeed. Does that feel better?"

"Mmhmm..." She groaned.

I smacked one of her cheeks lightly, and she tensed up. "Words."

"Yes, miss." She said.

I continued to rub my hands over her cheeks, soothing the ache I knew they must be feeling. I was right, she was reacting to my touch by squirming ever so slightly, and moaning softly. Then, I ran my hand up each of her thighs, and gently brushed my knuckles against her folds. "Oh, what's this?" I smirked, pushing them a little more firmly against her. She groaned as I pulled them upwards and caught the scent of her arousal all over them. "You're wet, young lady." I said, in an inquisitive tone. I leaned over and placed my fingers in front of her face. "You're naughtier than I thought, young lady... Are you enjoying this?" I asked.

"Y-yes..." She said, in a soft, relenting tone.

I gave a low chuckle. "Hmm... I see... I think you purposely missed those lessons, to end up in my office where I could discipline you...am I right?" I said, picking up the paddle again.

"M-maybe..." She said. I swung the paddle so it made contact across both of her cheeks. "FUCK!" She yelped, her body tensing and shuddering hard.

"Maybe isn't one of your words, is it?" I said.

"N-no." She gasped.

"I'll ask again. You purposely missed lessons, didn't you?" I struck her firmly again.

She groaned, and then gasped out here answer. "Yes!"

Another firm strike. "You wanted me to discipline you, didn't you?"

"Fuck...yessss!"

And another. "You're a naughty girl, aren't you?" And yet another.

Her body shivered hard, and she groaned, her wrists straining against the cuffs. "YES!" She cried out, as the shiver continued for a few moments. I watched as her legs trembled.

Gasps and soft whimpering accompanied the movement of her body as I ran the smooth leather of the paddle over her quickly reddening, naked arse, to let the cool surface soothe the burn. "Good girl... You beautiful thing...isn't it better when you just admit things honestly?"

She groaned again, softly. "Yes, miss..." Her voice was thick with arousal now, and I got onto my knees and peppered soft kisses over her reddened cheeks, rubbing them gently with my hands. "T-thank you..."

I stood up again, still rubbing her now hot skin with my hand. "There is still the matter of you being inappropriate, young lady." I mused, as I rubbed her tender arse. "I think ten more...and that will be enough... You will count every one...and thank me." I said.

I picked up the paddle and swung it again. "One! Thank you, miss." Another swing. "T-two...t-thank...you..." A third. "Thr...fuck...three. Thank you, miss." I could tell she was finding it harder to count as the sensation became overwhelming. I swung again. "FOUR! Thank...unf...thank you."

"You really are enjoying this, aren't you?" I asked, swinging a fifth time.

"OOH...fuck...five...yes, miss. Thank you." I could tell she said it through gritted teeth, and if the moans that followed the gasps were anything to go by, we were both more than just a little right.

I paused and reached between her legs, feeling just how wet she had become. "You are soaking wet, my naughty little bitch." I remarked.

"Yes, miss!" She groaned, her hips rocking against my light touch for further contact.

"I think you need to come, don't you?" I mused. "Would you like that?"

"Fuck...yessss..." She moaned, half in frustration as I kept the lightest of touches against her wetness.

"This has you so horny and worked up you need a good fucking, don't you?"

"Oh yes...please...please fuck me?" She begged, followed by another loud moan as I spanked her a sixth time. "SIX!" She panted heavily. "Please...thank you...I need it..."

I chuckled wickedly. "Tell me what you need, young lady." I spanked her across both cheeks again.

"I...need you...ah... to fuck me!" She cried out, as she tried to push against my hand, but I wouldn't let her, moving it just out of reach. I spanked her an eighth time, harder. "Fuuuuck!" She groaned, shivering hard again. "More!" I spanked her a ninth time. "Ni-ohhhgod!" She panted harder, groaning with every other breath.

"One more, and I'll give you what you crave, young lady." I said. I swung again and struck her flesh for the last time, drawing a loud yelp and a shudder from her.

"TEN! Oh, thank you, miss...thank youuuu..." She murmured incoherently. I turned the paddle around and gripped the leather section in my hand, and slid the tip of the dildo ended section through her soaked folds. Her hands tried to move, and she squirmed, and then let out a loud groan of satisfaction as I easily slid it deep inside her. "Yeeessss..." She hissed, as I began to fuck her with it, placing my other hand on her hip and thrusting it into her.

"Good girl..." I said, as I thrust the dildo into her. "It's time for you to come for your headmistress..." I reached around her hip and slid my fingers between her legs and began to rub against her swollen clit, hearing her moan louder as she shivered beneath me. Her hands gripped at my shirt, and I let her. Her hips rocked back and forth, and she shuddered and pushed back against me, groaning loudly, her body shaking hard as she cried out incoherently, falling over the edge and coming in hard spasms that rocked her body.

I unclipped the cuffs from each other, and her hands slid off her back, landing on the table limply as she breathed hard, and I slid the end of the paddle out of her, to a soft grunt. I kneeled down and one by one lifted her feet out of the heels, and then helped her off the table, resting her arm over my shoulders and helping her into the bedroom. I laid her down onto her front on our bed, and undressed her. She had this completely dazed, yet satisfied expression on her face, and while I knew she wouldn't be coherent for a few minutes yet, I still had her needs to take care of. I kicked my shoes off and opened the drawer for the bottle of massage oil, and squirted a little onto my hands, warming it up and then, starting with Naomi's shoulders, i massaged her muscles, making my way down her back.

When I finally reached her buttocks, she hissed sharply, and then groaned. "Too much?" I asked.

"Gentle..." She said, her voice distant and timid.

So, I was. I carefully rubbed the oil over her red, tender skin, kneading very softly and using her vocal responses to guide me as to how gentle or firm I needed to be. There was a few times when she shivered, but I was assured that it was just residual sensation and not actual discomfort. I'd certainly picked the right implement... Her arse was a nice shade of red, but not so that she would bruise. Eventually, her hand reached over mine to stop me, and I looked upwards. She reached up to the pillow beside her head and patted it gently, silently asking me to come and lie with her. I closed the top of the bottle of oil and quickly slipped out of my clothes so I was as naked as she, and laid beside her, gently sliding my arm across her back. I placed my lips against hers and kissed her tenderly. "Are you alright, beautiful?" I asked, softly.

"Yes." She whispered.

"Was I too-"

She shook her head, halting my question. "That was..." She said, trailing off. "God, so good. Not what I imagined, though."

"No?" I asked, my eyebrow raised.

"No." She replied. "Better. Much better." Her tone was wistful, and satisfied. "Sitting down might be uncomfortable for a few days..." She grinned.

"Cheeky." I laughed. "Are you glad we went on that little expedition, now?"

"Mmhmm." She replied. "I should have let you take me there sooner."

I kissed her again. "They say it's always the naïve girls who turn out to be the kinkiest." I smirked.

She blushed. "I have to say, I draw the line at candle wax and the more extreme stuff. Not for me. But a little discipline every now and then..." She trailed off, before moaning softly.

"Oh, have I finally found out what makes my beautiful girl tick?" I asked.

"That was one fantasy I've had for a long time." She said. "I can't explain it, though. I didn't have a private school education, and while I lacked discipline as a kid...it wasn't something I ever thought of as having a connection to my upbringing. I just...liked the idea of being spanked."

"The inexplicable?"

She nodded. "Yeah." She said. "And..." She paused.

"And?" I said. "There's more?"

"I was skeptical...when you told me that a spanking alone can make someone come." She said, almost in a whisper. Her eyes fluttered closed, and she inhaled deeply, before opening them again. Dark blue irises stared back at me. "Now I know it's true."

I stared at her momentarily, watching her blush deepen, and then broke into a very smug grin. "Oh my." I smirked. "Is it odd that I'm just a little bit proud of myself?"

Naomi laughed. "Under the circumstances, no." She said. "But..." She added, beginning to kiss down my chest and rolling me onto my back. "...I think a proper thank you is in order..."

I watched as a mop of wavy blonde hair made its way down my stomach, her kisses reaching my thighs that she quickly spread open. "I can hardly...OHSHIT...disagree..."

She looked up at me, her eyes meeting my own. "I love you, Emily Fitch." She said, and my response was vocal, not verbal, as she speared her tongue between my folds.

A/N#2: *peeks out from under the sofa*

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