“Were you vocal when you came?”
“I always am. I don’t hide my pleasure,” Alison said with confidence and a playful smile.
“Good girl. Tell me what you did? Toys? Watched videos?”
“I put on some nipple clamps, stuffed my pussy with a thick dildo, and rubbed my clit,” she casually explained.
“Mmm, that sounds like it must have been a delightful sight, Alison.”
She tilted her head upward and to the side while keeping her eyes on me, and a flirtatious smile spread across her face.
“That’s a secret,” Alison teased.
“I know it was a wonderful sight.” I glanced down at her throat as she swallowed. “Was Josh home?”
“He was. It was still early, but he hadn’t left yet. My window is near the driveway, and I can always hear his monster SUV start. He was probably getting ready for work.”
“I’m sure it brought a smile to his face.” I stood upright and slapped my hand on the counter. “Okay, Alison, I’m going to go see Josh. If you end up negotiating a session, remember to keep your needs in mind. Don’t agree to a session that is going to leave you unfulfilled and wanting more. It’ll be late, and I don’t want you driving home tired.”
Alison gave me a crisp salute and then smiled.
“Sir, yes, sir!”
“I’ll see you in a bit, little girl.”
I headed into the main room and scanned the area for a red jockstrap. In a sea of people wearing mostly black clothes or no clothes, a bright red jockstrap would catch my eye. Or at least, one would think it would catch the eyes and attention. Of course, he’d have to still be in it.
Given the time, I thought Josh might have already had a session arranged for the evening. I took a walk down the corridor and found him in the classroom with a female Top, Tabitha. This was the same room Alison was in when she was writing lines on the chalkboard a few nights ago. James wasn’t lying when he said Alison and Josh had a thing for authority figures. Though his back was to the room’s entrance, I knew it was him because a red jockstrap laid on top of the teacher’s desk.
Josh had his arms stretched on the chalkboard in front of him, locked at the elbows, and supporting the weight of his body. His feet were shoulder length apart, and from where I stood, I could see a hint of his sack. Josh had a body that guys would spend a lot of time perfecting, and though he was well muscled, he wasn’t bulky. I squinted to focus on his upper back. On his left shoulder blade was a tattoo of a wave. He truly was a water lover.
The sun’s rays had definitely touched his skin. He had a natural golden tan from head to toe, minus his butt and about six inches down his thighs. The doctor in me hoped that he was using sunscreen since he was outdoors so much. At six-foot-one, with that California tan, light brown hair with blondish streaks, bright blue eyes, and a lighthearted personality, Josh had the looks of the all-American guy. Hard-bodied guys just like Josh had no problem pulling my bisexual side out.
I was glad to see that Tabitha was having a session with him tonight. She was well-known in the club and played with safety, care, and a true understanding of her bottom’s needs. Of the sessions I had seen with her, I thought her stuff was always very hot. I’d even seen her in a few sessions where she was in the submissive role. She was very well-rounded and might even be a switch, with a preference toward dominating.
It didn’t take a genius to figure out that Tabitha and Josh had negotiated a discipline session. And I had to think that with her attire tonight, this had been prearranged and not a spur of the moment type of session. She wore a tight black skirt that went down to her mid-thigh, and her legs seemed to go on forever. Tabitha had very sculpted calves, and it appeared that she probably worked on them daily. She wore a sleeveless button-down sheer blouse with a deep V-neck that revealed a black bra that pushed her breasts upward. Her creamy flesh filled the opening of the V.
Tabitha picked up a few floggers that dangled from the mock coat rack and swatted her forearm with each of them. This was a very responsible and smart thing to do; she instantly reminded me of James. It was always a good idea for a Top to know exactly how an impact tool actually felt on the flesh. It made us more aware of the force it would take to deliver the desired sensation.
Once Tabitha had selected a flogger, she slowly walked around the back of the classroom, taking the long way to the front. She was mind-fucking Josh the way she stalked around the classroom, letting her black heels click loudly on the tiled floor.
“Do you know why you’re here, Josh?” Tabitha asked. Her tone wasn’t that of an angry or frustrated teacher, but almost seductive, alluring.
“Yes, ma’am,” Josh respectfully replied.
“Tell me,” she requested.
“Because I was staring at your tits and stroking myself in the back of the classroom,” he recited.
“What else?”
“I drew the picture of me creaming on your face.”
Tabitha laughed out loud sarcastically.
“As if I’d ever allow a student to do that. You aren’t the first to pull his dick in the back of my classroom,” she explained, playing along. “What else did you draw?”
I really liked Tabitha’s approach to this session that they made things up as they went. It forced her bottom to tell her what they needed to be punished for. Sometimes bottoms weren’t always articulate with exactly what they wanted. Many were shy or even ashamed, so I thought her approach and forcing Josh to express through his student role what he wanted to be punished for was a wise move. I was happy to see that Josh was able to express his needs when prompted. She was smart and observant.
