SHAME ME
By
Vivian
Wilde
Copyright ©
2015 Vivian Wilde
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Chapter 1
When I look at Mr. Taykey, I see a man of
power. Control. But not in the negative way we see most rich, powerful men
consumed with money. If one took a look around his house, they would see he had
no problem buying what he wanted. No, the power didn’t come from stealing
people’s thunder in the workplace. He knew when to give just as much as he knew
how to push.
That was what he was doing with me tonight. Using his clout to further
my reach but not push me so far I ran away.
After all, a good Dom always knows and respects limits.
“Put on your uniform,” Mr. Taykey said coolly.
There it was, lying on the side table. A beyond mini plaid skirt, almost the
width of a chunky belt. A white crop top, two black
suspenders, two black thigh high socks, and juicy red daffodil shoes.
And just for good measure, a pair of thick, black-rimmed cat eye glasses
minus the frames.
I suppose I’d stared at it for too long because two quick taps to my
rump brought me back to the living on top of Mr. Taykey’s
lap.
“What is this?” Mr. Taykey said. “You don’t
want to play anymore? You’ve had your fun, teasing me and yourself?”
He looked down to my swollen clit, puffed up with the remnants of being
brought to the brink of orgasm. He hadn’t let me cum but I was starting to feel
like I wouldn’t need his help getting there anymore. One touch was sure to send
me through the roof.
“No sir,” I said. “I just… I’ve never roleplayed
before.”
Mr. Taykey chuckled lightly out the side of
his mouth. I gulped and looked down at his lap, his growing bulge somehow
defying the constraints of his pants.
“Well I’ll break you in,” Mr. Taykey said.
“Just like I did all the others.”
His eyes roamed my depths until I couldn’t take it anymore. I hopped off
of him and started to dress as he took out his cock, the one that had taken my
V-card days before, and lightly caressed it in short strokes across its head.
“Mmm,” Mr. Taykey
said as I balanced my weight on the side table to pull the straps of the heels
around my feet. “That’s it. Bend over for me.”
I bent a fraction of an inch more and pulled on the shoes. Apparently it
wasn’t what he was looking for.
“Further,” Mr. Taykey said. I did as I was
told. “Further.”
At this point, my chin was touching my knees.
“I can’t see that pretty pussy,” Mr. Taykey
said. “Spread your legs to show Papa.”
I fanned my legs and pushed out my ass, showcasing a bright red vulva
dripping with need.
“Oh good girl,” Mr. Taykey said, losing his
breath as he pumped harder. “Someone knows how to work for the A. Let’s go to
the classroom.”
Mr. Taykey got up from the bed and grazed my
ass with his hand in passing. We walked into the connecting study, where a
school desk with connecting chair was facing his office desk. A timer ticked
away seconds somewhere in the room.
“Take your seat before the bell rings,” Mr. Taykey
said. I smoothed the back of my skirt and ambled over to the desk the best I
could in platform heels. But they slowed me down too much and a ticking timer
buzzed atop Mr. Taykey’s desk before I could sit
down. “Already starting out this semester naughty I see.”
“No I-I just can’t-” I started.
“Bend over,” Mr. Taykey said. I stared
shell-shocked at him as he opened a double-doored cabinet I thought was for
coats and picked one of the long slender canes from its holders. “Bad girls
need to be taught a lesson.”
Panic ensued. I shook, trembled, fell down and scooted across the floor.
When the hysterics traveled up to my face, a flood of tears poured from my
eyes.
“Please, no,” I said.
Something softened in Mr. Taykey’s eyes –
enough to be comforting, but not enough to break his role. He grabbed my wrist
and yanked me up from the floor. In two twists, he thrust me towards the desk
and bent me over it.
“There there, young one,” Mr. Taykey said. “That’s more like it. When I give you an
order, you do it. No questions. I know your limits. I will push you, but I will
never put you in danger. You need to trust me.”
“OK,” I breathed. “OK.”
Mr. Taykey took a step back and round up the
cane. A whimper escaped my lips.
“How many, Professor?” I gasped.
“As many as it takes,” Mr. Taykey said.