The Master's Lessons (2 page)

“I asked you a question,” he said sharply. “Answer me –
now
!”

Amelia closed
her eyes tightly as the reluctant words left her lips. “They get
punished, sir.”

“Precisely so.
Stand up and bend over the desk, Miss Montague.”

II.

Lesson Two

Amelia stared
up at the headmaster in stunned disbelief. “Sir, you cannot
possibly be serious!”

Cooper groaned
under his breath when his gaze settled upon her breasts and in
instant mute reply her flush deepened further. “I assure you that I
am, Miss Montague. You have more than earned this whipping with
your deviant behaviour, and I am just the man you need to
administer it.”

“I will not
permit it!”

He loomed over
her once more and wrenched her hair free of its neat pins with his
free hand, allowing it to fall around her feverish face as, wholly
unbidden, a loud moan flew from her parted lips. Smug satisfaction
blazed in his eyes with her unwilling evidence of how much she
wanted this against her better judgement.

Cooper’s tongue
darted out across his lips as his grip on the riding crop
tightened. “Do you really imagine you can stop me from doing
whatever I want with you? Protest all you like, but my strength far
outstrips yours; and should you run to anyone else to report this,
whom do you imagine they will believe?”

They both knew
that he was right. The headmaster was highly respected in the local
community, and was a close friend of the elderly earl whose manor
overlooked the village. No-one would believe her over him, and that
surety had clearly emboldened him today. As his face slowly
reddened to match hers, he lowered his head again until mere inches
separated them.

“And besides, Miss Montague, we both know that you want this –
that you want
me
. I
will ask one more time only, now. To your feet.”

Amelia did not
want to obey him, but it seemed her body knew better. Aching
arousal sped through her veins, and though she trembled from head
to toe, her lips parted in waiting and she did as he commanded.

Cooper breathed
in sharply behind her as she drew herself to the fullness of her
height, still half a foot shorter than him. “Good girl,” he said
quietly, the burr of his voice thickening ever more as he slowly
wound his fingers through her fair hair then drew his hand down the
nape of her neck to elicit a fresh shiver from her painfully tense
body. “Now lay your hands on my desk and bend over.”

As he pulled
away the chair she had vacated, she did precisely that. She closed
her eyes tightly and willed him back towards her, and he did not
disappoint. The sound of his breath becoming rapidly shallower
filled the small study, and sunlight streamed through the trees
outside to bathe them in its spidery glow as he closed the distance
between them.

Without seeking
permission, Cooper pushed his hips up against the rounded curve of
her ass, and even through the material of her tightly-stretched
skirt and his trousers, Amelia could feel the distinct shape of his
hard cock pressing insistently up against her. She cried out in
surprised delight, and his low laughter rippled through her as she
instinctively rocked against him.

“Oh, you like
that? However, patience is a virtue, my dear Miss Montague. Perhaps
I shall have to teach you that as well – but before that particular
joy, we have another, more urgent matter to attend to. I will not
allow you to distract me, pleasurable though your method of doing
so might be.”

Yet despite his
smooth words, his fist closed around the collar of her cropped
jacket from behind, and before she could even catch her breath, his
deft fingers had wrenched each button open and torn it away.

She cried out
again, this time in heated dismay, but the headmaster only chuckled
as he tossed it to the floor. “Much better, don’t you think? Now
unbutton your blouse.”

“I
beg
your
pardon?”

“Oh, I think
you heard me,” Cooper said calmly. “You need to be punished, Miss
Montague; and seeing as you took such delight in displaying your
lovely tits to Lord Frederick, you can do the same here and now for
me before your punishment commences.”

Amelia scowled
tempestuously, but to her amazement she found her hands already
flying to obey his new command. Each pearl button she flicked open
quickened his breath further, and by the time she lifted her arms
to allow him to pull the blouse away entirely, his strained groans
of delight came between pants of breath that betrayed the sheer
height of his arousal, even if the continued swelling of his cock
against her had not.

Her corset
still concealed her breasts from the headmaster, but not for long.
His impatience clearly overcame him, for when she hesitated he
seized hold of it and ripped it away.

“Sir!” she said
hotly, infuriated by his lack of concern for the amount her clothes
cost her from the paltry wages she kept after board and lodging
were deducted. “Sir, you have torn my corset!”

“Then you
should have anticipated I wanted its removal. Miss Montague, I
shall replace it for you in time if that would soothe your sweet
outrage; but for now, keep that fire and passion in mind. I find it
most delightful.”

Amelia’s eyes
widened, but before she could even attempt to demonstrate the depth
of her fast-building fury that now ran in tandem with her feverish
arousal, he placed the palm of his hand between her shoulder blades
to force her back down then followed the line of her spine
downward. The touch of his fingers against the curve of her exposed
back was beyond exquisite, so deeply sensual and laden with erotic
promise that neither the threat of the riding crop still in the
headmaster’s right hand nor her continued rage could do anything to
quench her lust for him.

No sooner had
that disturbing fact nestled into her mind than he bent low to
deliver a gentle kiss to the small of her back, his lips like
velvet against her skin; a glorious contrast to the tickle of his
moustache. Amelia was powerless to stop herself from imagining that
juxtapose somewhere far more erotic and sensitive instead. That
dark image of his mouth assaulting her cunt tantalised her, sending
a rush of wet heat to that precise area and wrenching another
agonised cry from her still parted lips, this one filled with a
desire he clearly recognised.

Cooper drew a
sharp breath through his clenched teeth as he walked around the
desk and reached across to fist her hair, yanking her head
backwards so she had no choice but to expose her bare breasts to
the dark hunger in his eyes. Her nipples stiffened under the force
of his stare, and though his eyes widened, when he spoke again his
voice was impassive once more.

“Very good. Now
place your hands in the small of your back and hold them
there.”

The matching
lust in his eyes was a deep and searing thrill. Though the movement
held her breasts up in offering to him, she did as he demanded and
did not flinch away, even when he took his seat again and reached
his free hand out to brush against each nipple in turn.

The torture was
near impossible to bear without satisfaction. Amelia fisted her
hands behind herself, digging her fingers into the palms of her
hands as she bit back a desperate plea for him to deliver far more
than that gentle touch.

The headmaster
shrugged off his jacket, then loosened the top button of his
starched white shirt. “My dear Miss Montague,” he said hoarsely, “I
must confess that I find you eminently delectable – and, I am
afraid, most entirely spankable.”

Cooper ran the
tip of his thumb across the small leather paddle at the end of the
crop; the paddle that she knew would soon be caressing the
sensitive skin of her buttocks. Overcome by the conflicted
sensations that now ruled her, Amelia’s head rolled to the side as
she gazed across at him in a mute appeal he clearly understood.

“Indeed, my
dear; perhaps we should get down to business now. Stay as you are,
do you understand?”

“Y-yes,
sir.”

The corners of
his thin lips quirked back, and the unspoken tension between the
two of them intensified yet further when he rose to his feet again
and came to stand behind her. She closed her eyes tightly in
fearful anticipation of the first blow, but to her outraged
incredulity the headmaster slowly lifted her skirt and the
petticoat beneath to bunch around her waist.

Yet somehow,
the words she wanted to say to stop him would not come. Instead,
Amelia found herself a powerless slave to the desire she felt for
him against her will; if this precursor to what was sure now to
follow was what Cooper wanted, then she would allow it. For reasons
she could not comprehend, this submission to the headmaster’s will
aroused her far more than anything she had ever felt before.

He inhaled
sharply when she pushed back against him, revelling in the line of
fire he left beneath his hands as they glided across the thin silk
of her stockings and came to rest on the sensitive skin of the
inside of her thighs, pulling them further apart then skimming over
the damp outline of her cunt. Amelia knew he must surely have
realised how aroused his stolen caresses had left her, but he
passed no comment on it. Instead, he rested the palm of his left
hand on her buttocks, and the warmth of his skin against hers made
her realise how ill-equipped her summer bloomers were to defend her
against the blows that were soon to come. The light cotton was so
thin as to be negligible.

Cooper seemed
to have reached the same conclusion, for before he drew the crop
back he gently touched the side of her free face to seek her
attention. “I will not be too rough with you, Miss Montague; I will
deliver nothing I think you unable to bear. Cry out if it eases
your pain, for here in the cottage none will hear you but I.”

And with that
ominous promise, he struck.

Amelia had
never been whipped before – a handful of gentle spankings as a
misbehaving child were the full extent of the corporal punishment
she had received before today. The sharp and stinging pain caught
her unawares, and she did cry out loudly into the polished wood of
the desktop, her startled moan in time with the second crack of the
whip as the leather found its target. As the pain faded each time,
though, something far more powerful and pleasurable forcibly arose
to stake its claim on her. Each time she clenched and released
against the pain, the blazing fire that Cooper had awoken inside
her was stoked further. Her body burned from head to toe with a
desperate arousal, one that could be satisfied by only one
person.

He seemed to be
unaware as yet of her unexpected reaction to the punishment he was
meting out, though his breath had grown shallower still as he
delivered blow after blow with the riding crop. He switched between
each cheek in a steady, effortless rhythm, waiting until the skin
flamed beneath the firm blows he rained down before turning his
attention to the other and allowing the tender flesh a chance to
recover. Each time that he did, though, the precipice of ecstasy
Amelia found herself upon receded, and when the tension slipped
away only to build once more, she could withstand it no longer.

“S-sir,” she
gasped, twisting her head back to look up at him and making no
effort to conceal the desire she knew was written so clearly upon
her flushed face. “Sir, please!”

His grey eyes
widened in furious disbelief. “I will not stop until I am ready,
Miss Montague!”

“And I am not
asking you to do so, Mr. Cooper! Please...” she drew a deep breath
and closed her eyes tightly before speaking the words that would
surely damn her. “Please, sir, do not stop. It feels far too sweet
for me to want you to stop!”

Cooper’s
hoarse, incoherent groan led her to suspect that whilst he had not
expected or intended for her to take pleasure from his punishment
of her, the fact that she was only heightened his own enjoyment of
his dominance of her. He applied himself to the task at hand with
ever more enthusiasm and she responded in like, arching her back to
meet his blows and allowing her loud cries to fly from her mouth
unrepressed as each stroke of the leather against her buttocks
drove her closer to the peak she sensed was so torturously
near.

Amelia was
convinced that her body was mere moments from attaining the
forceful orgasm it had craved ever since the headmaster’s hand had
closed around her wrist, but just as she tensed and threw her head
back, he tossed the whip aside and doubled over to lean against the
wall, battling for breath there for a few moments as she sobbed in
frustration before he strode around the desk without speaking.

Cooper retook
his seat and beckoned her into his lap as he reached into one of
the desk’s drawers with his other hand. Her legs were trembling
wildly, but the pull to obey him was irresistible despite her
disbelieving fury that he had left her so near, yet so far from all
she yearned for. With a low, pained whimper, she followed him
across the study and dropped into his waiting lap as her hot flush
deepened further.

His arm snaked
around her waist and his hand pressed down against the curve of her
bare abdomen to keep her near as the closed fist of his other hand
brushed against the tips of her breasts to elicit a fresh moan from
the back of her throat.

“Good girl,” he
said softly. “I will stop striking you now, my adorable little
masochist, for the delicious colour your sweet buttocks have taken
on tells me that the crop has had its desired impact. However, you
will wear these for the rest of our conversation.”