Making the Grade

She was quiet, she was waiting, and her breathing was now calming down and there was a tangible smell of female arousal in the air, adding to the intensity of the scene so beautifully presented to him.

"Ms Thomas, you will turn, face the desk and then bend until your hands just reach the edge of the desk, you will not let go of the desk until I tell you, is that understood?" Zachariah said.

"Yes, Sir" she whispered as she complied, turning and bending, her distance from the desk meant that she was bent at the waist, almost at full stretch so her hands could reach the edge.

Oddly, Rhianwen felt calm, she knew she deserved this and felt a growing excitement at being so naked, so open, and on display for him, she felt vulnerable but somehow safe and cared for like never before.

She sensed him moving around her, studying her, and when she felt his hand on the small of her back, it was comforting, "Move your feet apart," he instructed.

Rhianwen did not think, she just acted, and somehow knowing this was right, but a distinct thrill of deep shame ran through her knowing that he could see everything, in such detail.

The quickly drying juices that coated her thighs, the puffiness of her now very full private girl parts must be plainly evident. Even the brown little star of her most private of places, she shuddered, but more with excited anticipation than fear of what was to come.

"Rhianwen" he said in his quiet, determined way, "this is not a debate, nor is it up for discussion, I have decided that tonight you will quit your flat, and I will settle your outstanding rent, also you will quit your job. I will provide you with suitable accommodation and funds so that you do not have to worry about finances again. I have also decided that tomorrow you and I will go shopping and you will have an entire new wardrobe of clothes, including lingerie as is fitting for such a beautiful young lady."

He went on, "In addition, you will dine with me three times each week, and I will tutor you, together we will form your very own study group and you will work hard to get your grades back to where I know they should be. Please understand Rhianwen that the only payment I expect from you in return is for you to concentrate on your studies and achieve the highest possible degree is that clearly understood?"

Rhianwen did not have to think or consider she knew instantly that this man meant exactly what he said, she did not understand why or how, but she knew instinctively that she could trust him, and knew that he would care for her.

"Yes, Sir, I understand." She said more certain of this than anything before in her short life. Rhianwen Thomas was suddenly very happy, and despite her predicament, she could not help the small smile that spread across her face.

Zachariah Baxter was also extremely pleased, so far, his decision had worked, and he was now confident that he had found someone rather special.

He lifted the long, thin crop off his desk, he would have preferred a traditional cane, but he doubted one existed within the college anymore.

He could hear her softly whimpering at his practice swing and the sound of the crop cutting through the air as she resolutely looked at the floor.

He raised the crop over his shoulder, bringing it down smartly over Rhianwen's flaming bottom cheeks; she heard the noise before she felt the pain, a sickening cracking of the leather tip reaching her ears a split second before her bottom exploded in pain.

"OH GOD!" she screamed.

Without stopping, he brought it down again, this time aiming across the crease where her bottom cheeks met her thighs.

Rhianwen shrieked unintelligibly.

He unleashed another stoke of the vicious crop, this time across the top of her thighs, then another in quick succession landing hard across the fullest part of her round bottom.

"Mercy!" she cried, her whole bottom flaming in agony.

The crop lashed down repeatedly, fast and hard, and she screamed louder as each stroke landed, she was sobbing uncontrollably

Her bottom was on fire from the crop.

She blubbered, begging forgiveness, and pleading for him to stop, but she had not let go of the desk, her thighs and bottom wriggled and undulated with each impact yet still, she had not moved.

Zachariah was impressed, she took her punishment well, and even through the pain, she had remembered her place. Once he was certain that he had given her every hard stroke he had promised, he let the crop fall to the floor.

Rhianwen was crying hoarsely, her whole body shaking, even as she held on grimly to the desk, her bottom was dark red, swollen, and so hot it radiated a larva like heat.

He gently caressed her back, neck, and hair, but he did not dare touch her bottom.

He gave her time to calm down, her tears gradually subsiding as the intensity of the crop faded. "Are you all right Rhianwen?" he asked softly.

She managed to whisper, "I think so... sir."

He rubbed her back again, and then lifted gently on her shoulder, "You can now stand Rhianwen." He softly instructed.

She struggled to her feet and stood in front of him unsteadily, her legs were trembling, and her whole body ached.

She thought for a moment about trying to cover her nakedness with her hands, but pushed the thought away. She wanted to be exposed, and humiliated, and she felt a growing excitement at being so naked and vulnerable in front of him.

"Rhianwen, I hope you have learned how much regard I have for you, this would not have been an option for any other student. You will be in my care from now on and your life will now change." He stated softly.

She lowered her eyes, "Yes Sir... thank you Sir," she answered equally as softly, trying to contain the thrill she felt at the implications of his words.

Very gently, he moved the single pace necessary to put his arms around her, pulling her naked body against him and Rhianwen Thomas then began to cry softly on his shoulder.

She wrapped her arms around him, hesitant to let go. She felt no shame, it was as if her guilt had evaporated away in his arms, he smiled at her, hugging her tightly against him as he kissed her gently on the forehead.

He held her for a long while, just letting her release all the emotions, and then gently disengaged from her.

He looked at her intently; she was truly beautiful, despite the puffiness and redness of her eyes from crying, and the obvious tracks of her tears down her pink cheeks. She was breathing calmly, quiet and still, waiting for his words.

Zachariah took a small breath in and held it; he had quickly decided to push things a little further than he had originally intended, but so far, she had proved to be compliant and obedient.

He moved, taking a slow pace backwards and sat down on the chair, so recently used to assist with her spanking, his eyes never left her face.

"Rhianwen, you will kneel in front of me, your legs apart, your hands clasped behind your back, and your head bowed!" his voice, while still quiet, held an unmistakable authority.

A deep thrill ran through her, her eyes immediately locked directly onto her professor's eyes and the look she saw in his eyes made her heart leap. She did not hesitate, did not question, simply moved in front of him, and dropped to her knees.

She knew without be told exactly how to comply, and the excitement running through her was palatable, she thought, at any moment that her heart would burst out of her chest. She did not understand the feelings running through her, but her bodies own desires and needs were in command and she craved more of his attention.

Zachariah sat in front of the kneeling girl, fighting the urge to smile broadly at her willingness, eagerness to obey. He placed his two hands gently on the crown of her head and spoke.

"Rhianwen Thomas, I believe you to be a true submissive, and you need to understand and accept that this is a precious thing and something to be treasured. You are so special that I would like the opportunity of testing this, and if, what I believe is true, then I hope you can give me the honour of helping you fulfil your potential?"

Rhianwen had never heard of such a thing before, her upbringing in the small village, a close-knit community of deeply religious folk, where every day her parents demanded she was obedient to the strict chapel virtues and teachings had ill prepared her for real life.

She was not sure what a submissive was, she knew she was desperate to please this man, she knew deep down that she would obey him in all things, even sexual things.

Rhianwen blushed profusely, and profoundly, the deep red extending down her neck, staining the alabaster of her breasts. She nodded her head almost imperceptibly and Zachariah would have missed it if he had not been holding her head gently.

Zachariah lent down towards the kneeling girl, he noted her breathing was calm and shallow, her whole body trembling slightly. He spoke quietly into her ear, "Rhianwen, you will obey me in all things; I am going to touch you everywhere I wish to and you will not stop me, or protest in anyway, you will remain still and you will follow any instruction I give you. Is that clear girl?"

"Yes... Sir..." She whispered hoarsely.

Zachariah's hands move down from her head, his fingers trailing gently over her cheeks and chin, down her neck, across her breastbone. Rhianwen took a deep breath in, willing herself to remain, as she felt his hands cupping each of her breasts, he heard the intake of breath, but otherwise she did not move. He felt the weight of each of her breasts, delighted by her firmness, and softness, he watched, satisfied as her rose pink nipples began to grow and harden, he allowed his thumbs to extend, lazily brushing the sensitive turgid nipples.

"Tell me girl, has anyone touched your breasts before?" he asked.

"No" her answer was deadly quiet but sounded clipped and tight, she was holding her breath, her body exploding with new, exciting sensations.

His voice, so soft, so calm, "You are a virgin!" he said, it was not a question, more a statement of fact and the strangled, whispered "Yes... Sir..." she managed to utter as two large tears leaked from her eyes and fell down her cheeks to land on the backs of his hands only served, is some strange way, to heighten her excitement.

Soothingly he whispered, "Do not be ashamed, Rhianwen, as it only proves how special you are. I do not seek to change you, or take anything from you that you do not freely give. I only wish to bring out the remarkable, special person you already are. From now on, I am confident that your life and attitude will change, but only so that you can become the person you were always meant to be."

Rhianwen did not understand what this beautiful man was saying so gently to calm her but she felt the truth behind his words, she felt a confidence in him she had never felt before.

Zachariah, his voice quiet, but steady, spoke directly into her ear, "Rhianwen, if indeed you are a submissive, then your unfulfilled desire to experience submission will only get stronger until your desires are finally satisfied. If not, either you will undertake some dangerous encounters looking for it, or you may become withdrawn and depressed, leading to a string of unfulfilled relationships and I would not wish that kind of harm on you."

His thumbs never once stopped the gentle, insistent back and forward motion across her hard nipples; Rhianwen's breathing became laboured, her legs trembling in an effort not to topple over.

His right hand detached from her right breast and she wanted to cry out, get him to go back to touching her breast, but she bit her lip, knowing not to protest, his hand travelled downwards. Her whole body trembled in response, she knew where his hand was heading, she had never had such a thing done before and only rarely had touched herself there and now... oh god... his hand was inches away.

His quiet voice continued in her ear, "for any submissive, there is a delicate balance between intense desire and intense shame. It does not mean you are weak, in fact, the opposite is true, it takes true strength for someone to willingly offer, and give control to another."

Zachariah's hand pushed down slowly, a little further, tickling the sparse red hair covering her virgin sex, he extended his finger, brushing over her hooded clitoris and down, finding her swollen lips. As soon as his fingers found their way between her lips, it was as if a dam burst inside of her and his hand was flooded with her lubrication.

Rhianwen started to moan loudly, she forgot her instructions and lifted her arms, wrapping them tightly around his neck as she ground her crotch against his hand. Her hips wiggled eagerly to get his fingers deeper between her slippery folds, her body reacting automatically, as she thrust her crotch against his hand.

Zachariah smiled to himself, he knew that she was now his; he was tentative at first, hesitant, and gentle, coaching new feelings and sensations out of her, her moans got louder, more insistent.

He worked harder, sliding two fingers between her soaking lips as he moved his thumb upwards, finding the hard little button of her clitoris, as soon as he made contact he felt the hard button burst out of its little hood. She slumped down a little, pushing with as much weight as possible to get greater sensations and began thrusting her hips even harder against his hand.

If she were capable of rational thought just then Rhianwen would have been mortified, and so ashamed of herself, but she did not seem to care or mind, his fingers never stopped moving, stroking and teasing her to greater heights of overwhelming feelings building inside her.

His calm steady voice quietly whispering in her ear, "you are doing so well, you are such a good little girl Rhianwen, just go with what your body feels this is all perfectly normal and natural." All the time, Zachariah had to use all this strength to keep his thumb against her clitoris, she was so wet and slippery, her movements so urgent and demanding.

Finally, Zachariah brought a finger up to join his thumb and then he pinched hard on her clitoris, his voice now an urgent whisper in her ear, "Let it all go Rhianwen, let it go for me..."

With that, she started to convulse, her strangled cries sounding harsh, her back arched, her whole body went rigid, as she overloaded with pure sensations. It seemed to go on forever, wave after wave of pulsing energy ripping through her delicate frame, until she was exhausted, collapsing in his arms.

The suddenness of her collapse as he held her almost pulled him out of the chair, but he held on, her body now shaking, her deep ragged pants sounding harsh in his ears.

Zachariah was pleased, without a doubt; he had just witnessed the strongest and most powerful orgasm this girl had ever felt.

He lost track of time as he held her, allowing her to subside, as she went totally limp in his arms, limp like a rag doll, her whole body drained of energy and strength. He wrapped his arms around her body and held her close, her head resting on his stomach as she was trying desperately to catch her breath.

He held her gently, with infinite tenderness as she recovered his voice soft and caring, telling her how proud he was of her, how well she had done. When she finally lifted her head, looked up at him, and smiled weakly. "That was unbelievable... Sir" she whispered.

He lent down, kissing her forehead, then each of her closed eyes, before one final, tender kiss on her lips.

He sat up, disengaging his arms, "Rhianwen, get to your feet, find your shoes, and put on your blouse and skirt, we have much to do this evening," he instructed gently.

She smiled hesitantly at him, nodding her head slightly as she accepted his instructions, then she stood, walking to find her shoes, then bending to pick up her blouse and skirt and quickly dressing.

Zachariah Baxter smiled to himself, he was pleased, more than pleased, without a specific instruction she had not picked up her discarded underwear, "Yes, a true submissive, and a very precious young woman" he thought.

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Rhianwen felt safe, and cared for, despite her lying on her stomach, completely naked, on the biggest, most comfortable bed she had ever known.

The last hour had been a blur, after leaving her professors chambers; he drove her to her flat so that she could pack her meagre belongings, whilst Zachariah Baxter had dealt very proficiently with the buildings owner. He then stopped at the hotel she worked at, disappeared inside and re-emerged ten minutes later.

As he got into the driving seat, he handed her a small white envelope. "The manager accepted your resignation and here is four weeks outstanding holiday pay and two weeks back pay that they had somehow conveniently forgotten to pay you." He informed her in his calm manner.

She smiled to herself, this was unheard of with the management of this hotel, and she wondered what kind of authority he had to be able to do such a thing.

He then drove her to his home, a large double fronted Georgian house on the outskirts of town. She thought the outside of the house suited him perfectly, but inside was a total revelation. The house was big and each room she had been shown so far was minimal, clean, and ultra-modern.

She found the contrast between the outside appearance of the house, and the decoration on the inside; intriguing and perfectly reflected the different facets, she had so far found to be her professor, Zachariah Baxter.

She winced as the cold balm touched her naked, inflamed bottom and his hands that had so recently inflicted so much pain, were now soothing the cool balm on her very tender bottom cheeks.

Zachariah had shown her to the guest bedroom, with its own private bathroom and had immediately instructed her to remove all her clothing and lie face down on the bed.

She did not hesitate; despite the deep embarrassment, she felt at once more being ordered to remove her clothes, Rhianwen complied quickly, almost eager to be in his presence and naked.

As his hands worked gently to sooth in the balm, he asked her if she had any doubts, or questions and gathering all of her courage, she quietly asked, "Em... what is a submissive Sir?"

He gave a small sigh, thinking carefully, his hands stopped moving, resting gently on her lower back. "Well, Rhianwen it is a lot of things, but perhaps the best way of describing a submissive person is someone who willingly gives complete control to another, and in the specific context that I suggested you might fall into; this would mean your eagerness to serve and to please me. You probably derive a great deal of pleasure from complying with my orders and commands, regardless of how embarrassing they may be to you."

Rhianwen thought about what he had said, she knew immediately his words were true, and in a small quiet whisper, she said, "Yes Sir."

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