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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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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?

Charlotte cares little for the rules, that much is clear. And all in all the wine will be good for Tavris, will make her even more agreeable to Charlotte's plans. She's near certain she's got the girl on her hook but a little something extra never hurt.

"Good girl," she murmurs, and her smile should feel like a reward as she reaches up to twist one ringlet around her own finger. "I would be very disappointed in you if you had Tavris."

"In fact." She pauses, and for a second, she pulls the curl tighter, a sharp sting of pain that goes just as quick. "Perhaps we should make that one of the rules for you. From this moment until the time I find your sinful thoughts gone you are forbidden to bring yourself to orgasm without my permission. Understood?"

Tavris sips at the wine, trying to ignore the little jolt that goes to her cunt at the praise she's given, and she gives Charlotte a tiny smile in return. Smiles, surely, are a better sign than the disappointment of today's...lesson. And her cheeks flush, but she doesn't shy away from Char's finger twisting through her hair--until it turns painful, and Tavris cringes. She lets out a quiet whimper.

"Y-yes, ma'am. I understand."

After all, she surely knows best.

"Good girl," she croons again, and this time she brushes the back of her fingers over Tavris's cheek. She can feel the heat there and it only makes her smile. Such an obedient little thing, Charlotte knows she's going to have fun.

She slips her hand down to take Tavris's and she leads her to bed before sitting, patting the spot next to her. "Sit, please. I have something very important to tell you, and I know that some girls have found themselves quite shocked upon hearing it."

Tavris smiles, and it's surprisingly sunny despite all her trepidations. That's a good thing, surely, Ms. Serket's praise, and it makes it easier for her to do what she says, to follow her to the bed and perch delicately on the edge, sipping at her wine.

"I'm listening, Miss."

She smiles, still warm, even as her hand finds Tavris's knee, a warm pressure. A reminder that she's here, and that Charlotte knows her feelings.

"Good. Now, I'm sure you know well enough that God made girls and boys differently, yes? That he gave boys a dick and girls a pussy, and that they were intended to fit together as such. That that lets us know how we should have relations that suit his eyes?"

She waits, just a beat from some sign she's following before continuing. "But God also made some of us differently. And I realised, many years ago why he did that. Because sometimes our thoughts wander to impure ones, and we need to have those thoughts corrected. Like your thoughts Tavris, and how they must be corrected before you fall into a life of sin."

Tavris nods, feeling her cheeks flush as Ms. Serket begins to talk so frankly about men and women and their...parts. She's always been awkward about it, even in health class, but this is more intimate a situation and it feels strange to be talking about such things with a teacher and a glass of wine in her hand. "Yes, ma'am."

But when Ms. Serket goes on to explain that some people were made differently, her eyes widen. What could she possibly mean by that? She shakes her head a little.

"I'm sorry, miss, but I don't...I don't understand."

The little flush is adorable, a reminder how naive this girl is. It makes Charlotte's pulse quicken to just see it, and she feels herself grow hard, something that will be more noticeable in her currant state of dress. No matter, she can work quickly.

"No, of course you wouldn't," she says, as if she's just musing on it. Carefully Charlotte takes another sip of wine before setting her glass down and taking one of Tavris' hands with her own.

"What I'm saying Tavris, is that God made some women different, to help girls like you in their confusion. Almost like every other woman, but with a change here and there, so that we can work with your perverted thoughts, and correct them in turn. In essence, a woman who can teach you how you should feel, and how to develop the attraction to men you're lacking."

If Tavris were to glance down, she would surely see the growing bulge in Ms Serket's robe, which would make this explanation a lot clearer than it is. She bites her lip.

"Different...how?"

She doesn't seem to be grasping it, not fully and Charlotte can only sigh. It's not that Tavris is a dumb girl, she knows the girl's intelligent, but she's sheltered and Charlotte finds she does quite have the patience right now, still worked up from earlier.

So she shifts, taking one of Tavris's hands and guiding it up, under the hem of her robe to press it against the bulge of her erection. "Different like this," she murmurs, eyes locked on Tavris's as she waits for the girl's reaction.

Tavris lets the older woman take her hand, and it's not until she has her hand right up against her cock that the girl realizes what she means. Her hand twitches, eyes widening in surprise.

"...Oh," she replies faintly. "I. I understand." And she's a bit breathless now, even as her fingers curl gently around Ms. Serket's cock, without even asking if that's okay.

There's something beautiful in the way understanding blooms on Tavris's face. Something beautiful in a way that makes her want the girl even more, makes her want to forget about plans that she has, careful plans with careful steps. They all almost seem pointless and stupid when the girl is right here and it would be so easy to just take what she wants, see what other expressions she could get Tavris to make.

But she reigns it in, breathing in deep before smiling pleasantly, letting herself half close her eyes when Tavris's little hand squeezes her. "Mmm..." she hums, soft and low in her throat and she opens her eyes to meet the girl's gaze. "Yes, I see you do... You do still want my help, don't you Tavris? No matter what, you want to be a good girl still?"

Fearful as she is, Tavris is pleased when that seems to be the correct response. But shy as she is, and awkward as this scenario is, she gently pulls her hand away, and it joins the other in resting neatly in her lap. She's flushed, she can feel it, and heat is pooling between her thighs once more.

"Mm. I mean, yes, ma'am, very much so." She nods, eagerly. "I want to be good."

She's a mix of disappointed and amused when Tavris pulls her hand back. Disappointed because she was coming to enjoy the girl's touch and she had wondered how much Tavris would go with her instincts. But amused all the same because it's this shyness that drew her to Tavris in the first place. And it works for her, because it means Charlotte can be the one to strip her walls of propriety down to rubble, can be the one to teach her all the tricks and there's nothing more of an ego boost than that.

She catches Tavris' chin with one hand and draws the girl closer, nails pressed faintly into the softness of her cheek. There's something wicked in her eyes and Charlotte presses her mouth firmly to hers in a controlled kiss. Tavris can't pull back, she won't let her and Charlotte hums to herself as she runs her tongue over Tavris' bottom lip, picking up on the faintest taste of wine before she pushes forward, tongue slipping into Tavris' mouth, meeting hers before touching the roof of her mouth and just as soon as it starts Charlotte pulls back, lipstick still perfect as she smirks down at her prey. "And what will you do to be good?"

Tavris lets out a quiet moan of surprise, like a dove's cry, when her teacher moves in and kisses her right on the mouth. It's something she's dreamt of, kissing Ms Serket like this, but not something she'd ever dreamed would happen. Her tongue is in Tavris's mouth, sweet and sharp and predatory, and the girl can only let it happen, eyes fluttering shut, and then open again as the kiss ends. She pursues the kiss, just a little, but stills when she's asked such an open-ended question.

"Anything," she fawns, breathless. "Anything at all, anything you want of me, I promise."

She smirks at the way Tavris leans into her, chasing a kiss Charlotte won't yet give her again and softly Charlotte runs her thumb over the girl's bottom lip. She has her, she knows she does and all she has to do is finish weaving the web. So carefully she leans in, cheek to Tavris' own and when she speaks her voice is husky, breath warm against the girl's ear.

"Anything at all?" Softly she laughs, and Tavris can probably feel her smirk. "That's a big offer, darling, the wrong sort of person might abuse that lack of limitations..."

She pulls back and lets go of the girl's chin and Charlotte seems to ignore her for a moment as she picks her wine back up and sips it. Casually she looks back, and looks over the girl, swallowing her wine before she speaks, still testing her. "Strip for me Tavris. Show me just how far your anything goes."

Tavris shivers, the thumb on her lip and the husky voice in her ear sending thrills to her core, gooseflesh forming on her skin. She's afraid, yes, but she's also titillated by the sudden possibilities.

"Y-yes ma'am," she breathes. "I--"

She doesn't have time to properly answer, because Ms Serket is pulling away oh-so-casually and telling her to strip. Obediently, Tavris stands, chewing her lip for a moment.

"Okay," she breathes, before reaching down and tugging her blouse carefully up and over her head, revealing a small, lush body with a plump stomach and full breasts that almost overspill her brassiere.

The web is woven, the threads pulling tighter and Charlotte can't help the smirk that curls her lip as she watches the girl over her glass of wine. God it was so easy, but that doesn't dull the satisfaction the builds in her as Tavris pulls her blouse off, breasts bouncing slightly for the movement.

Idly she reaches for the girl, presses her hand to her hip before skimming up her stomach and Charlotte hooks her finger in her bra, tugging the poor overworked thing gently.

"A sudden growth spurt sweetling?" She cocks her head, smiles with both danger and sweetness. "This poor thing looks like it's fit to burst at any second. Wouldn't that be mortifying if it did." She can half picture it, the way the girl would flush so pink, the way her blouse would likely pop under the sudden pressure and she represses a shiver, tugging Tavris' bra again.

"Come here." After all, following orders leads to rewards and she has an intent to give Tavris that kiss she promised.

Tavris shivers at the skim of that hand over her torso, nearly jumping out of her skin at the way Charlotte manhandles her lingerie. "I--yes," she admits shamefully. "I haven't--haven't been able to buy new ones." The apology dies on her lips as she's beckoned forward, and she comes closer, eyes wide and lashes trembling with expectation. There's still the lingering threat of pain, still the ache and the redness on the plump cheeks of her ass from her caning earlier, and though it seems so incredibly wrong, Tavris finds herself half-wanting more of the same.

She smirks wickedly, finger still hooked into the front of Tavris's bra as she pulls her in and Charlotte makes her come to her for the kiss. Tavris has to bend and all she does is tilt her head slightly and she kisses Tavris in an almost lazy display of power, taking her time. Another nip to her bottom lip, and she pulls back, blue eyes dark and voice husky when she speaks.

"That's no good sweetling. It almost makes me think you want it to break, want to be forced to go without, hmm?" She's spinning a story, watching carefully under lowered lids. "With tits your size everyone would know and your poor blouse would just strain so under their pressure."

Charlotte hums again and her finger slips free as she continues, adding on almost absentmindedly. "Undo the bra before I break it. I need to see everything if I am to help you at all."

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