Page 165 of Their Naughty Student
“Have a seat, Miss Lautner.”
When Cav motioned toward the row of desks, I moved toward the first one, pulled out the chair, and took a seat.This was nothing like the classrooms I spent my time in at the university.It was more along the lines of a high school.
The thought made me smile.Whoever had done this likely had a penchant for porn.
“Before we begin…” a deep voice sounded from behind me.
I glanced over to see Edge stepping into the room, carrying a small bag.
“Please go to the locker room and change,” he said, passing over the bag.
Unsure what to say, I took the bag and headed for the locker room.
When I retrieved the items inside, I grinned.Maybe Edge was the one who’d designed that room, because the schoolgirl outfit made it all come together.A tiny red, white, and black plaid skirt was barely long enough to cover my ass.The black T-shirt was a little less revealing, but only because it covered my breasts, but ended just below.A pair of white thigh-highs was folded neatly on top of a pair of Mary Janes.In my size.Imagine that.
Since I hadn’t been provided with an outfit for tonight, I’d had to think on the fly.Luckily, Everly and I were roughly the same size, with the exception of me being about six inches taller.She’d had an extra pair of jean shorts, although they were more like a pair of denim panties than shorts.Maeve had offered a black spaghetti-strap tank that had various cutouts in it.A more appropriate option than the jeans and sweater I’d worn to the club, I’d borrowed their clothes.
The schoolgirl outfit was exactly as I’d seen depicted in porn.The only thing missing was my hair in pigtails.Wanting to maintain a little dignity, I avoided pulling it up, returning to the classroom as quickly as I could.I walked in as Edge and Cav seemed to be having a heated discussion, their voices low, clipped.
“Have a seat, Miss Lautner,” Cav commanded, not looking toward me.
I returned to the desk I’d sat in a few minutes ago.Placing my hands on top of it, I folded them primly, keeping my knees together as I regarded the “teachers” at the front.
Cav and Edge seemed to come to some sort of nonverbal decision before Edge turned away from him.He paced across the room, back.He repeated the action a couple of times before facing me.
“Miss Lautner,” he prompted.“I’d like to hear your thoughts on what you’ve experienced so far in regard to BDSM.”
“I’m sorry.I’m not sure I understand.”
He considered it for a moment, then elaborated.“Comparing what you’ve experienced here at the club and with us with what you’ve learned on your own, what’re your thoughts?”
Maintaining my prim posture, I pulled my thoughts together.“Based on the books I’ve read … well, to be honest, they depict a lifestyle vastly different than what I’ve seen so far.”
“How so?”he asked.
“In the novels, it’s always about structure, obedience, punishment.”I glanced between both men.“Aside from the way you’ve addressed the class during training, I have yet to experience anything of the sort.”
“So no structure, either?”
I glanced between them.“No.”
“What aboutoutsideof the training sessions?”
I realized he was getting into the role, driving toward something.Figuring I might as well play along, I twirled my hair around my finger, shifted as though I didn’t care to be there.
“I don’t know.I mean, yeah, I’ve received a few commands here and there.But those have been kinda … you know … like a tease.”
I could see the recognition on his face.He understood I’d taken my own stance, developed my own character.
“How so?”
“Well, for one, a little domination and submission would be cool.And sex.”I smiled shyly.“I mean, where’s the actual full-time domination?How does that even work?Aren’t you supposed to spank my ass when I’ve been bad?”
Yes.I was taunting him.
His eyes blazed, but I wasn’t sure if it was from anger or lust.
When he didn’t say anything, I continued, figuring now was my chance to open a line of communication between us.“Isn’t that what you’re supposed to do, Professor?Teachme?”
