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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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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.

"Mm," she hums, in a way that gives nothing of what she's really thinking away. There's a sharp tap of her papers on the desk and Charlotte straightens up, studying Tavris one last time before she brushes past the girl and heads towards the door, only pausing before she opens it.

"Don't be late," she adds, glancing back at her and that's all Tavris gets before she leaves, door open for Tavris to shut on her way out.

Tavris scrambles for her bag, hitching it over her shoulder and looking a little dazed as Ms. Serket suddenly turns and makes for the door.

"Um, no ma'am, I won't," she squeaks, before following after, closing the door carefully and making straight for her dormitory to clean herself up before dinnertime. She's got a lot to think about, a lot to worry about, for she's not quite sure what she should be expecting.

Charlotte doesn't look back once she leaves, nor does she make an appearance at dinner. Which isn't too strange for her, she can always excuse it with having to go over lesson plans. After all she does have lessons of a sort to plan.

She's clad in nothing but a silk robe by the time Tavris comes to her suites, sipping from a glass of wine as she waits. It'll have little effect, she's a seasoned drinker after all, but there's a second glass waiting for Tavris, something to help relax the girl. After all Charlotte would be loathe to have to stop half way, especially with the restraint she's displayed all afternoon.

Tav is nervous and fidgety all through dinner, thoughts clearly far away even as her friends chatter away around her. She keeps her gaze turned downward, away from soft lips and glossy hair and hints of collarbone and cleavage peeking through blouses. This won't work if she cheats, if she keeps having those same thoughts about other girls.

Finally, dinner ends, and Tavris bolts to her room to drop off her things and clean herself up. No use going to see Ms. Serket all sweaty and gross. Finally, finally, she's approaching the door to her suite on one of the upper floors, trembling even as she knocks.

The rap on the door has been long expected and yet Charlotte still takes her time to answer it. She makes a detour by a mirror, running fingers through her styled curls, checking brilliant white teeth, her incisors just that touch sharper than normal and her lips are still painted their ruby red.

Tavris may start to think she's been all forgotten about but suddenly the door opens and Charlotte's there, still an impressive figure even without her heels. And she smiles, sweet like before but there's danger in the corners now, her voice a purr when she speaks. "Miss Nitram. I was half wondering if you were even going to come." She steps away, leaving her to come in and shut the door as moves back to the table to pour another glass of wine. "Come in, come in."

She's almost ready to give up and leave when Char finally answers the door, and when she does it's very difficult for Tavris to tear her eyes away from what she's wearing. Her throat is suddenly very, very dry, and she forces herself to look anywhere but at her teacher's body as she comes into the room, already blushing furiously.

"I'm, I'm sorry, I just wanted to make myself, um. Presentable. Before I came."

She's aware of the eyes on her but she pays it no mind besides allowing a small smirk. Even with her more masculine attributes she knows she's a perfect ideal of a woman, hourglass figure with an ass that won't quit. And here she can let Tavris stare, wants Tavris to stare.

She turns, offering the second glass to Tavris now that she's in the room, smile sweet as she studies that blush. "How considerate of you Tavris." A pause and then. "Did you touch yourself when you showered? Or were you able to resist that temptation at least."

A little reluctantly, Tavris accepts the glass of wine. She knows students aren't meant to drink, but if it's being given to her by a teacher, well, it must be alright, so she takes a little sip. It's dark and cloyingly sweet. She reaches instinctively for a lock of her hair, toying with it shyly.

"N-no, no," she replies, truthfully. "I just. Showered, and then got out." It's true that the temptation had been there, especially after what had transpired in the classroom, but for this to work she needed to keep herself pure, right?

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