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But back away from the water, babe, you might drowned (The party isn't over tonight)

The way little Miss Nitram watched her was impossible to miss, and that in turn is what pulls Charlotte's attention to the girl. In truth she had overlooked her when classes first started, what with her being as meek as a mouse and Charlotte had assumed the girl would never be the type to play along with the games. Too goody two shoes, stick to the rules. As much as she did like them meek and naive, innocence personified Charlotte wasn't an idiot. She knew the importance of picking girls who would appreciate her attentions, and knowing enough to stay silent about them too.

Now she curses herself for overlooking the girl. She could have been having so much fun, had she paid attention at the time. She's lucky she realised at all, that the way the girl kept blushing and stuttering wasn't because she was a simpleton but simply a little girl with a crush. Charlotte almost wants to laugh because it's perfect. She can make it perfect, and she realises that it'll be so easy to twist and bend this girl to her will.

She starts slow, with things that'll be ignorable to most. It's testing the waters really, seeing if her assumptions are correct. Blouses a smidge tighter, skirts a slight bit shorter and she finds herself with apparent butterfingers whenever she passes Tavris' desk. But it's worth it to watch how her cheeks grow crimson when she has to watch her teacher bend ever so carefully to pick up whatever she's dropped.

But Charlotte has never been the most patient woman, and testing the waters is growing boring. And so she starts to put a new plan in motion, all of it starting when the final bell rings and Charlotte dismisses her students, leafing through papers before speaking up in an after thought.

"Miss Nitram? If you could stay seated, that'd be much appreciated. I'd like to have a small discussion with you." Her smile is sweet to those who don't know her, those who don't see the hunter in her eyes and she knows her prey is cornered even as students shuffle on out.

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Being a girl with a crush isn't easy. Being a little, silly girl with a crush on your gorgeous teacher is even harder. And even though she spends most of her time outside of class berating herself for acting so foolish every time Ms. Serket's shadow falls across her desk, she can't help it; the moment she's called on in class to answer a question, the moment she has to ask a question, she turns into a stammering, shy mess. But she can't help it, and nor can anyone blame her. Charlotte Serket is practically a goddess, and it's common knowledge that all the male teachers want her badly. Even the married ones.

But at an all-girls boarding school, the only thing more taboo than having a crush on a teacher is having a crush on a female teacher, a fact Tavris is more than aware of. So when Ms. Serket asks her to stay after class, all she can think is that she's busted, that she's been found out somehow and she's about to be reamed for being a lezzer.

"Y-yes, ma'am, of course," Tavris sputters, shoving her books and notebooks into her knapsack and fiddling with the hem of her kneesocks as she waits for the classroom to empty.

She's more than aware of the way she attracts attention, she always has been. She's gorgeous and she knows it, almost artogant about it. And she knows in turn what her good looks can let her get away with. Just as she knows the concepts these people have regarding anything but heterosexual relationship, sometjing she's always laughed at. But it works in her favour in many ways, she can pick the girls who stare a little too intently with ease and she finds that their feelings often come hand in hand with shame.

And shame can be such a fantastic tool in the right hands. Her hands.

She waits till the room empties out, calling for the last student to close the door before she makes her move, careful and precise as she puts her papers down and slowly Charlotte moves towards her pupil. "Now Miss Nitram, I'm sure you're aware of why I asked you here?"

She isn't really expecting an answer though, at least not without a long hap of stuttering and Charlotte circles around behind her, before pressing her hands to Tavris's shoulders. And she actually manages to sound sympathetic when she speaks when in truth she can feel herself only getting excited, predicting the girl's reactions in her mind. "You have a crush on me, don't you dear?"

Tavros can feel herself growing ever more flustered the emptier the classroom gets, and the feeling in her stomach is mixed dread and a dull knowledge that she's about to be in a lot of trouble. Her fingers switch to playing with the ends of her curls, tugging nervously to keep herself from chewing her nails or some equally disgusting habit. She wishes she could retreat to her dormitory, but she surely won't be allowed until Ms. Serket has given her a good talking-to.

By the time the last student files out, shutting the door behind her despite Tavris's best efforts to communicate telepathically, her face is red beneath the golden-brown of her skin, her fingers tangled in her curls.

Slowly, she shakes her head, too afraid to respond in case she spills the beans, but another moment makes it all too apparent that that won't be necessary. Charlotte's hands burn into her skin through her blazer and blouse, or at least it seems the way, and Tav lets out a shaky exhale when Ms. Serket poses that poisonous question.

"I--no!! That's. Not true at all." She doesn't sound remotely convincing. She wishes she could disappear.

She shushes her quietly, almost soothingly and one of Charlotte's hands finds its way to the crown of Tavris's head and she pets the girl lightly. Rubbing her shoulder with her other hand Charlotte finds a sigh in her and gives it, before tutting lightly. "Lying's a sin Miss Nitram, is it not?"

Again she sighs, almost mournfully and her gentle petting and rubbing pauses. "But we borh know that's not the only sin you're committing is it? Hmm?" She watches the girl carefully through half lidded eyes anda mask of sympathy, looking for everything and anything she can use to twist the girl into her purposes.

After all she knows Tavris won't be doing anything so foolish as reporting her. Not when Charlotte has such an unspoken threat against her, both of them well aware of the school's thoughts on homosexuality.

Tavris freezes; she's caught in a lie and all of the Catholic guilt that's been beat into her wells up suddenly. She finds herself squeezing her eyes shut, because this is too scary to face. "Y-yes," she agrees haltingly, and now she's trapped. She has to tell the truth, or else Ms. Serket will surely tell the dean, and she'll be kicked out for being gay.

Carefully, she cranes her neck around to look up and over her shoulder.

"...No, ma'am. I'm. I'm a sinful girl."

Oh it is just so easy. So very easy to twist someone, and religion has only ever made it easier. Tavris is at such an impressionable age too, eager to be the norm, eager to be what everyone wants. She can make this work Charlotte reaffirms, and her mind is flicking rapidly through varying plots.

So she sighs again, still looking sympathetic and lightly she touches Tavris' cheek. "Thank you for not lying to me Tavris," The use of her first name is important, a step out of the formality they usually have. "You're a good girl, I'm sure you never meant to have such wicked thoughts, did you? I'm sure you'd do anything for them to be gone, yes?"

Tavris finds herself shivering at that feather-light touch to her cheek. She's so confused; why isn't Ms. Serket yelling?

"O-of course." She nods vigorously. "Anything. I just want--want to be normal." Her face crumples. "Please."

She sighs and the sound is almost mournful, the mask she wears a sad one. It's so easy to play this role, the sympathetic teacher who adores her students, wants to make everything ok for them. So very easy and she can almost see exactly how this will all likely play out.

"I know you do, I know." Her fingers tap gently on Tavris's cheek before her hand slips away and Charlotte sighs. "You're a good girl I know you are Tavris. You've just gotten a little confused. And it does happen, when we keep all you girls away from boys, sometimes your hormones just build up and you start confusing yourself. It's for you own good after all, but there are always some girls who... have these thoughts."

Her expression is still sweet even as she returns to her desk and she glances back to Tavris, holding one hand out to her, obviously wanting her to follow. "We'll start with something small. Some discipline might help your mind realise that these impure thoughts aren't wanted, yes? And really, a caning isn't so bad is it Tavris? Not when compared to those sorts of thoughts."

Tavris begins to worry at her lower lip, looking incredibly unsure of herself. What Ms. Serket is saying sounds right enough, but she just doesn't know if that's true. If it's just hormones talking. "Oh. I, um. I see." Maybe she's right. Maybe she really is just confused. That sugary-sweet voice is making her want to believe everything the older woman is saying, after all.

And then Charlotte mentions caning, and her stomach twists and clenches in a way that's not entirely unpleasant.

"C-caning? I, um." She does as she's bidden, gets up and follows to the front of the room.

"Are you sure, that'll, uh, work?" It sounds so frightening.

She watches her, almost like a snake watches it's prey and she's so very pleased that Tavris rises without a second prompting. Even if she questions her decisions, it's clear the girl can obey and Charlotte merely needs to push a little firmer to ensure her own way.

"Well, what else can we try dear?" Charlotte worries her own lip neatly. "It's either this or I'll have to report you and... I really would rather not Tavris. After all, that will only get you expelled, and I want to help you."

She smiles warmly, patting the top of her desk. "Now be a good girl and come here. You can use my desk for support and it'll be over before you know it." A pause and god she is so good to not let her wicked smirk show. "But I'll need to to flip your skirt and and slip your panties off first. I want to make sure this is effective, and that means I'll have to make sure it stings. I am sorry about that, but you do want it to work too, don't you Tavris?"

Her stomach is in knots now, twisting at the idea of the pain to come, but she can also feel herself growing damp between her thighs in the most shameful and perverse way imaginable. She doesn't dare say anything about it to Charlotte, but surely Ms. Serket will know.

"I...I guess this is the better, um, option," she admits hesitantly. But the next moment she's blanching as she realizes that Ms. Serket wants to do this bare-assed.

"...Oh." Her brows knit together and she looks for a moment like she's fighting tears. "I. I guess I understand." She bends over the desk neatly, hard wood digging into the soft flesh of her belly and thighs, and reaches behind her to flip her pleated skirt up over her back and to--very hesitantly--pull her panties down to mid-thigh.

"Is. Is that, um, okay?" She's so ashamed; surely Ms. Serket will be able to see the glisten of her arousal between her thighs.

Meanwhile, Charlotte can already feel her cock stirring, even in the restrictions of her compressing underwear. She just looks so sweet, so innocent and Charlotte can't hope but want to take that. She wants to see her cry, wants to know its all because of her. Wants to corrupt this little girl in all the ways she can ever think of.

"Mm, it's perfect Tavris." Charlotte murmurs, and her hand gently lays on the flat of Tavris's back, a gentle pressure that makes sure Tavris won't forget that she's here. And it really is perfect, Charlotte taking a second to study the girl, her plump little thighs, the curve of her ass and. Oh yes, she spots that faint glimmer of arousal and god how she has to fight not to laugh, not to simply touch. It's so terribly easy, but the girl needs to come to her.

"Now, this won't be pleasant," she finally adds and her hand draws Tavris's skirt up a little more. And that's all the warning she gets before the cane lands on her bare skin, hard enough to leave a red stinging mark, Charlotte making a soft, soothing noise in turn. "Keep a count for me Tavris, okay? We'll aim for eight and counting will help."

Tavris finds herself tensing up at the hand at her back, letting her eyes fall shut. It'll be easier, she imagines, if she can't see the cane coming, but she's not prepared for it when the first strike comes, and she bites back a whimper, the faintest squeak coming from her throat. God, that hurts--she doesn't know if she can do this.

"Hh--one," she counts obediently. Seven more to go, but she can hardly ignore the sick warmth between her thighs.

She's eternally glad that she's had so many years of practice at this. Because there's something about this girl, about Tavris that gets under her skin, tries to shatter her carefully constructed control. There's something animalistic in her that just wants to take and the way Tavris so meekly accepts her punishment makes it roar in her chest. Were she a lesser woman her breathing would already be ragged.

"Good girl," she says, voice husky because she lets it be. And now there's no more hesitations, Charlotte quick and her aim perfect as she lays out the row of red lines across Tavris's ass. One, two, three, four, five, six and only then does she pause, admiring her work. "Okay, Tavris?"

It's oh so very hard to keep her already wavering composure from cracking, and it gets harder with each crack of the cane against her ass, and by the fourth one she's whimpering; the sixth makes her cry out before Charlotte gives it a rest. Tears welling in her eyes, Tavris looks back over her shoulder, giving a tiny nod. It hurts, but she needs to do this if she wants to stop having all those awful thoughts.

And, well, a part of her likes it. She might not recognize why, but she likes that someone else has this much control over her, likes the stinging pain that somehow mingles with pleasure in her mind and makes her cunt throb.

"You could. You could do more. If that would help."

There's a beast in her chest and it roars, so loud in her ears when her eyes meet Tavris's, when she sees the tears that cling to her lashes. God she wants this girl broken and laid bare in front of her and she's making this so very easy and her cock is aching,her underwear starting to become painful and it throbs when Tavris speaks up.

"Mmm... I may have to, dear," she murmurs, seemingly inspecting the lines. And yet her fingers slip down from the red marks, feeling hot skin turn to slippery mess as she presses her fingertips to Tavris's cunt.

"After all..." she continues and she holds Tavris's gaze as she pushes one finger ever so slowly into the girl, just to the second knuckle and if she's wrong about this she'll be ruined but if she's right she's going to ruin Tavris. "It doesn't seem to be working does it? You're dripping like some sort of whore, Miss Nitram. It took barely an effort to make you open, it makes me wonder if you even really want to be fixed, or if you just want someone to indulge your sickness?"

As she speaks her finger moves, in slow short thrusts, Charlotte aware her nail will cause some discomfort but she wants to see this girl squirm, wants her to beg for all she has to offer.

Tavris is watching wordlessly, and though she can't see Char's finger move, she can feel it, and her eyes widen impossibly when she feels those fingers against her cunt, impossibly slick.

And then Ms. Serket is pushing a finger into her, and Tavris can only gasp with mingled fear and pleasure, a shudder wracking her little frame, and involuntarily she clenches around that finger.

"I...." She's speechless for a moment, voice husky, but she forces herself to find the words else she face more serious consequences. "No! N-n-n-no, I'm trying really hard, um, so hard, I promise, Ms. Serket. I'm just--my body is sinful, I'm sinful," and here, she bursts into tears, because she's trying so hard not to be turned on but the way Char is thrusting her finger in and out feels so good she can't possibly help it. "--Please, help me, p-please."

"Are you really trying ? " she says voice like silk and Char leans forward, the look in her eyes unreadable. She feels the way the girl's cunt clenches around her finger, so very needy, so very greedy. One finger becomes two, Charlotte still keeping eye contact as she scissors them inside Tavis, pushing muscles into stretching the way she wants. "I can feel how you're trying to hold onto my fingers Tavris, like some needy dyke slut."

She hisses softly, as if in disgust and her fingers move faster, harder spurred on by Tavris's tears and Charlotte wants her on the brink wants her to beg for more. "You're such a sinful little girl, perhaps you're beyond help." Her knee presses one of Tavris's legs down, holding her open and Charlotte seems to punctuate her statement with a few hard deep thrusts. "Because you're liking this, aren't you Tavris? You like being like this, like my fingers in your greedy little pussy."

Tavris has to choke back a gasp, a whine that want to escape her as another finger is added to her dripping cunt, and she squeezes her eyes shut, letting her head hang down in shame, because as much as she wants to protest all these accusations, she simply can't.

"I'm s-s-s-sorry," she whines, feeling like she'd collapse if not for the desk she's bent over. "I tried, I did, I tried really, um, really hard but I can't make them go away. The thoughts, I m-mean." God, but those fingers feel so good inside her, and she can't bite back the moan this time.

She feels her lips twist into a vicious smirk when Tavris seems to collapse in on herself, giving in and this is how Charlotte wants her. She can practically feel the shame roll off the girl, the guilt palpable. And the way her cunt clenches around her fingers, as if to pull them deeper makes her ache to bury her cock inside the girl, feel that warm slick tightness around her.

"You haven't," she shoots back in a soft vicious whisper, fingers twisting to rub against her gspot. "Don't lie to me Tavris, you haven't even tried to resist. Look at you, you're practically fucking yourself on my fingers, like some common slut."

But not here, not now. She's already taking a risk doing this much to the girl when anyone could truly walk in on them. But still she works her fingers inside Tavris, relishing the soft slick sounds her cunt makes as its fucked and the way the girl's shoulders shake in tears. She can feel her clench, can feel when her pleasure starts to build to that peak and.

And just like that she stops, withdrawing her fingers quickly with one last thrust. There's a shred of distaste in her voice but more obvious is the apparent pity. "Pull up your panties Miss Nitram. It's clear you haven't been taking this seriously, and I can't do anything to help you if you don't even wish to try."

"No," she protests, albeit weakly. God, her poor brain is so fuzzy, she can't even begin to comprehend the game Char is playing. Her voice is so vicious, so accusatory, she's cowering beneath her ministrations, tears rolling openly down Tavris's cheeks now. "No, I'm--nn, I really am." She's breathless now, finding it hard to breathe from the humiliation of all this.

And she's so close, and Ms. Serket pulls her finger out, and Tavris cries out in surprise, muffled by the way she has her face pressed into the desk. She scrambles to stand straight, pulling her panties up and her skirt back down, face covered in tears. "No," she hiccups again. "Please. I want to try--I, I'll do anything, please, please."

The way the girl looks at her, cheeks streaked with tears, her blouse crumpled frm being pressed to the desk... It makes Charlotte want to take her now, security be damned. She wants to kiss that sweet mouth untill it's red, nip and bite it till she's crying and it's swollen. Wants to see those eyes glazed in pain and lust.

It takes so much to control herself, to continue to look so disinterested. "I don't know Tavris," she starts, drifting off as if she's seriously htorn. "There is o-no... no, I can't. Because How can I be sure you'll really try?" she finishes, brow raised as she studies Tavris.

Tavris scrambles to smooth her clothes, her crumpled skirt and wrinkled blouse, tucking the latter back in haphazardly. She's growing desperate, now.

"Please, please," she whispers. "I will try, I'll try so hard, I swear." She bites her lip, giving her teacher a pleading look. "Please, Ms. Serket, please."

She lets the silence drag out, never looking away from Tavris and she knows this silence will bring discomfort. And good. She wants Tavris to know she has all the power, to feel uncomfortable in the face of all that power. It'll make her easier to bring under control.

"Well," she says finally, and she sighs, brushing her hair off her shoulder with her clean hand. "There is one last thing. You would have to promise me that you'd never ever mention it And. We wouldn't be doing it here. We'd need something more private.

She studies her for a few more heartbeat before moving, gathering up her papers. "Come to my rooms after dinner. If anyone asks you're coming to see me because your score on the last quiz was utterly abysmal and you're getting some tutoring."

Tavris starts to fidget under her teacher's gaze, knowing that her cheeks are flushed even more than before, feeling dirty and used and somewhat less than human at the moment. But she's relieved, like cold water being poured over her head, when Charlotte finally speaks.

"I--I'd never! I'd never tell, I swear." She's nodding enthusiastically, brows drawn upward pleadingly. "I'll do it. I'll--I'll meet you, and I won't tell a soul." She can feel her stomach twisting, wavering between pleasant and unpleasant, wondering exactly what Ms. Serket has in store for her.

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