Miss Laura's Students: A Novel of Erotic Education

Chapter Two-1

Chapter Two

Miss Laura and the young man laughingly sorted out their entwined limbs to sit facing each other on the bathroom rug. The young man winced noticeably as his weight settled onto his red and swollen buttocks, prompting the older woman to speak in her usual tongue-in-cheek manner, “So I hope you’ve received a lesson that you’ll not soon forget!” The young man assured her that this was so. Then, after a few moments of growingly uncomfortable silence (at least to him), he very tentatively spoke, “Miss Laura, please forgive me if I am being forward, but I suspect that there is a great deal more you could teach me,”

The events to this point had been exceedingly erotic for the older woman, and what he had just said was exactly what she quite fervently wanted to hear. She had found the young man extremely attractive from the beginning, and given her erotic preferences had been looking for just the sort of opportunity the young man had at last created. Even more, the content of the book he had stolen had given her a fair certainty that he was also inclined in the same direction and in the appropriate submissive polarity to her dominance. This had certainly been confirmed by his responses over the previous hour or two. Her panties were drenched with the liquid evidence of her arousal, but with her usual self-control she would have relieved herself to her inner images of the young man later just as she had been doing all summer if he had not taken the lead at this point.

Of course Miss Laura revealed nothing of all this as she responded in her humorous tone, “Why, you are being quite forward indeed, and already laying the groundwork for the further adventures of your poor burning bottom! But worry not, it will have at least a night to recover before having to answer for this most recent impertinence. In fact, I have no doubts that there are a great many things in the s****l realm that you could learn from me. Because of the difference in our ages, I would have considered it inappropriate for me to take any initiative in that arena, but since I believe your statement is an implied request, I will become your teacher if you express unequivocal willingness for me to do so.”

The young man emphatically assented and earnestly requested that the older woman take him under her s****l wing. Miss Laura responded, “I consent to be your erotic teacher during the remaining weeks until your parents return. My condition is the same simple one that applied to your punishment: that you will obey all of my wishes to the greatest degree you can, and be willingly punished not only for violations of this simple rule, but even bare your bottom for a spanking just because it gives me great pleasure to make it dance so charmingly to my tune.” With a now familiar combination of excitement and dread, the young man agreed.

Miss Laura lithely arose from the floor in a single graceful move (a product of her decades-long dedicated yoga practice), now towering over the naked young man sitting on the rug at her feet. She said, “Follow me into my room, and I will tell you what to do once we get there.” She strode to her bedroom and left the young man to scramble to his feet, after which he followed tentatively into her presence, his p***s already once again ragingly erect.

When the young man next glimpsed the older woman, she was seated calmly on the side of her queen sized bed, observing him with her usual disconcertingly direct gaze. She motioned him to come and stand before her on the bed, and commanded him to kneel, which he did, bringing their faces such that he looked slightly up to her. Miss Laura spoke, “I see our little friend down there is already up for more action! Well, he will no doubt get his wish in good time, since I love to be pleased by such large, hard young p*****s that are completely under my control. But first, we need to establish some ground rules. Beyond the overarching requirement of obedience to which you have already agreed, here is how things will go. Each of us will sleep each night in our own beds, and conduct ourselves with complete propriety during the days, keeping to the same schedule we have observed throughout our time together. Every night when the cook departs and we are alone in the house, your training will resume. Once each lesson is complete, I will send you off to your room and the cycle will repeat. This method is intended to ensure the confidentiality of our relationship, which must be absolute. Do you understand?”

The young man assured her that he did, and the older woman went on, “So part of what I need to know is what kind of experiences you have had to this point, which will help me know where to start. What kinds of s*x have you had so far in your life?” The young man explained that he had gone with two girlfriends from his wealthy social circle in his times home from his all-male prep school. Under the older woman’s expert questioning, he went on to describe a recent phenomenon in teenage circles that Miss Laura had caught wind of through her other connections in the erotic realm. It seemed that young girls in that spoiled cohort had become somewhat predatory in an odd, limited way, competing to go steady with the most attractive wealthy young men, both of which the young man most certainly was. However, their ultra-thin and carefully sculpted (sometimes by surgery, even at that age) bodies were for display, not touch. What they offered was a very casual willingness to perform fellatio almost on demand, satisfying a boyfriend’s needs without risk of pregnancy, illness, or any violation of their own boundaries. Only toward the end of his second relationship, when his girlfriend sensed his waning interest, did she make a last desperate effort at ‘sweetening the pot’ by allowing him to have intercourse with her. It had felt clumsy, brief, and furtive, and entirely joyless to the young man, who broke up with her shortly thereafter.

“Have you ever gone down on a girl?” Miss Laura enquired. The young man admitted that his first girlfriend had allowed him to do this after resisting his interest for many months, and that he thought she might have had a climax, though he wasn’t sure how to tell. The older woman laughed heartily, assuring him that he would have no problem telling when she reached her orgasm, but that she would teach him a surefire method to tell whether or not a woman was faking. She then asked about his experiences with boys, much to his embarrassment. He vehemently denied anything beyond a few circle jerks, in spite of the fact that s****l activity among students was hardly unusual, if largely covert, at his prep school. Miss Laura suspected that he might ‘protest too much’ even if bisexuality wasn’t conscious to him, given his apparent ability to enjoy being f****d.

The older woman’s final inquiry was about his s****l activities with himself. The young man stammered his surprise, but quickly realized that this was a sensible part of her investigation of his sexuality, since by far the great majority of it had been masturbatory. She quizzed him in detail about his fantasy life, and he admitted that submissive fantasies had become more appealing to him in the past year, for reasons he could not define. He had browsed his parents’ secret stash once he discovered it looking for his mother’s purse as she waited for him in the car a year earlier, and had found the Rice series to be by far the most vivid source of new material for pleasuring himself. Miss Laura ended her inquiry by promising that by the time they parted he would have enough of such experiences in his own memory banks to last him for a long time. He greeted this prediction with his now-customary blend of anticipation and dread.

Miss Laura now resumed her instructions to the submissive young man kneeling at her feet, “We are going to begin by teaching you how to pleasure a woman’s body. I will not have us kissing on the mouth, since that is an activity I reserve for only my closest lovers, but I will give you very precise feedback on how your mouth and hands can best please every other part of me. After we both stand, you will begin by removing my clothing while touching my body as little as possible except with your gaze. Then I will lie down, and you will begin with my breasts.”

Once they were standing in the center of the spacious room, which had a large mirror on each wall parallel to the bed, the young man moved behind her to undo the older woman’s light summer dress. This was accomplished by releasing a simple tie at the top of each shoulder strap, and the dress fell to the floor on its own. The braless body revealed was remarkably fit yet still quite female. Miss Laura had firm, small breasts like a pair of peach halves, with small areoles and n*****s as erect as a pair of raspberry jellybeans begging the young man to nibble them. Her feminine but muscularly toned hips flared out from a girlish waistline, and were clad in a scant thong of a rich wine hue. Her skin was uniformly untouched by the sun, contrasting sharply with the almost-black brunette of her boyishly short hair.

The young man knelt to remove her thong, and in that position he could see the persistent wetness of her arousal, as well as smell its sweet, musky perfume. She laughed and said, “A woman’s secretions are just as much of a compliment as a man’s erection, just as her n*****s may be if she’s not cold or scared, only our arousal is usually a great deal more subtle and discriminating!” The young man respectfully slid a finger under the string at each of Miss Laura’s hips, and slid them to the floor. She took a step back, raised her arms slightly, and did a slow pirouette, watching the young man in each of the mirrors as he took in her completely unclothed body, excited beyond belief that he was going to be granted access to it nightly for several weeks. What he saw was how much of a delay in the aging process a middle aged woman could accomplish with a lifelong serious physical regimen. Her nakedness seemed as beautiful as some of the idealized nudes he had seen in statuary touring Europe the summer before. Her underarms and legs were closely shaven, as was all but a small triangle defining the top of her pubic bush, the color of which precisely matched the dark brunette of the hair on her head. Her bottom was absolutely firm and not as well-padded as some girls he’d seen, so that the musculature showed. She spoke, “So what do you think?” arching an eyebrow as she watched for his response. He stammered out that she was the loveliest woman he’d ever seen in the naked, or ever hoped to see.

Miss Laura laughed in delight. She said, “One of the most effective ways to make love to a woman’s body is with your eyes and words by saying exactly that sort of thing. This is how it is with women of all ages: no matter how genuinely self-confident we are, and I’m sure we’ll both agree I have no lack of self-confidence, we need to hear about things that you find genuinely beautiful about us. The genuine part is a key, since any woman perceptive enough to be worth pursuing will be able to detect any lack of sincerity, which will inevitably turn her off. Women are far more self-critical than most men, and we are acutely aware of our bodies’ pluses and minuses compared to the societal ideal. If, for example, you were to laud my ample bosom, I might have to break my promise to leave your bottom unspanked for the rest of this evening just to restore my arousal enough to proceed! So one of your tasks as an ideal lover is to identify some aspect that you find genuinely beautiful to compliment as you uncover a woman’s body, even if it just the softness of her skin, which almost always can be believed.”

The older woman went on, “Now I am going to remain standing like this, with my arms extended enough so that you can reach every bit of me, and you are going to worship me from my ears to my toes with your fingers and lips. I prefer a butterfly-light touch, though women vary in this, and some might find that ticklish or even actively unpleasant, so your first moves must always be made with extreme attention to how they are received. It is also completely acceptable to ask as you touch if your partner would prefer lighter or firmer, and not to assume that the same preference applies to every part of her body. At this stage, saliva is premature, as is your tongue, both of which can feel sloppy until further into the proceedings, when some women enjoy being licked in both erogenous and nonerogenous zones