The relationships in this story are not, and are not intended to be, depictions of healthy BDSM relationships.

Any and all feedback greatly appreciated.

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"I had a meeting with the dean today. Did you know there's a rumor going around that I moonlight as a dominatrix? From what he could gather, I'm just finishing up the juniors and will be starting on the sophomores next week."

With interest, I noticed the gentle rise and fall of Annie's chest stop short as she took in my words. "Are you in trouble?" she asked. Her eyes darted around to find me. But I'd already positioned myself behind her kneeling form.

I lay my hands on her shoulders. Her sudden goosebumps tickled at my palms. "No, of course not. It's just a rumor. And besides, what I do with grad students is none of the school's business. As long as it's not on campus, of course."

"You told him about us?" Annie squeaked.

"Of course not! Do you think I'm crazy?" I laughed. Annie sighed in relief. Which was my cue to crouch down behind her and hiss menacingly in her ear, "But I do wonder how the rumor started."

There was that tension again. Annie's shoulders curled back up around her like she thought I was about to take a bite out of her vulnerable neck. But I just hovered patiently.

"It was me," Annie said quietly.

"No shit it was you. But, why? This could threaten my career." In reality, I wasn't very concerned. I wasn't planning on applying for tenure at my current institution, and these kinds of vague and unsubstantiated accusations wouldn't follow me. But I was curious about Annie's motives. Annie quite liked getting in trouble with me and had gone out of her way to raise my ire in the past. But nothing so callous towards my own feelings as this.

Annie let out a long thin breath. "Some friends and I were drinking-"

No surprise there. "Grad students?" I clarified. It might be important.

"Yeah. And we started talking about BDSM. But nobody would listen to me. And it was getting really annoying. Because, you know, I should be the one telling them stuff. But I'm innocent little Annie. What would I know? Anyway, I got carried away and kind of spilled the beans."

I offered Annie a sympathetic little nod. But only because she couldn't see it. "Did they listen to you then?"

"So you're not super mad?"

I slid my hands along Annie's shoulders until they rested lightly around her throat, my fingertips making a little necklace along her clavicle. "No. But answer my question."

"Sorry Professor." Annie apologized automatically. "Yes. They listened to me after that. I don't think everyone believed me though. I wasn't very explicit."

An idea began to form. The kind of idea usually reserved for lonely nights, when Annie was off being a normal kid with her aforementioned friends. I took a hand off Annie's neck to pat the ground behind me. There I found her discarded clothes, and among them her purse. Luckily it had no zipper and I was able to wrangle her phone from it without too much messing about. I passed the phone around to Annie who held it in front of her. The movement sensors brought the screen to life and outlined her modest breasts from below against the room's dim light.

"Show me who you told." I commanded.

Luckily, or maybe just inevitably, Annie and her friends had documented last night's bar crawl with a precision and rigor that would have satisfied even their strictest advisors. Soon, Annie was leaning her bare back comfortably against me as I peered over her shoulder at the seemingly endless slideshow.

Annie seemed to quite enjoy introducing me to her social circle. I worried a little that this might be an erosion of the boundaries around our strictly physical relationship. But I didn't stop her. I was also quite enjoying hearing how each of Annie's friends reacted to learning about her double life. And, of course, I had my own game I was playing.

"You know. You'll need to be punished for this." I told Annie slyly, once I'd been introduced to the entire rogues' gallery at least three times.

"How else will I learn, Professor?" She wriggled her naked back against me. Clearly quite keen to the idea.

I let my fingers trail lazily down from Annie's collar bone. Enjoying the gentle transition from thin vulnerable skin to soft padded breast. But instead of Annie's nipple, which her arching back offered needily to me, I instead poked at the phone she was still clutching. I swiped through the album, looking for a specific photo. There it was. A tanned blond boy with an easy smile and earnest eyes pressed himself against the wall under the dart board, a miniature winged arrow clutched dramatically over his heart.

"This is Jasper, right?" I asked Annie.

"He's just a friend. If that's what you're wondering. We've never even-" She trailed off.

"Good." I said, turning my attention back to the picture.

It would have been OK, of course, if Annie and Jasper had a sexual, or even romantic, history. Annie and my understanding wasn't the sort that set rules around that sort of thing. But I was pleased nonetheless, because I saw something in that picture. Something I wanted.

It was, I think, the way his hand pressed against the dirty paneled wall behind him. Palm flat, fingers splayed, tendons tight like he would clutch if only the surface wasn't so flat. All that juxtaposed by an otherwise easy demeanor, like he felt silly taking the picture, but had the confidence to play along anyway. I couldn't help but feel like I'd unearthed a secret message.

"Annie," I started slowly. Finding the words as I was saying them. "How would you feel about inviting Jasper to watch your punishment tomorrow?"

Silence, and stillness. I began to wonder if I'd gone too far. Annie had never struck me as possessive or jealous, but even young women could have skeletons in their closets. I'd been careful not to pry into her past relationships for fear it might build an improper intimacy between us. But that left me blind if I was walking into an uncomfortable situation. Had she been cheated on in the past? Or maybe used as a pawn in the cruel games young lovers play? It was, in the quiet between us, all too easy to imagine how my idea might raise the specter of old wounds.

But, much to my relief, when Annie spoke her tone was one of confusion, not hurt. "You want to play with him?"

"Maybe." I mused. "I've never dominated a man before. I'm not positive I'll enjoy it. But what I do know I'll enjoy is seeing you blush when I torment you in front of him."

"He might not go for it."

"Are you kidding me? You are the cutest thing that ever lived and I am rapidly becoming a school legend. We're basically what men's fantasies are made of. Of course he'll go for it."

I couldn't see, but I knew Annie was chewing on her lip. Mulling it over. "This is my punishment then, to bring Jasper with me tomorrow night?"

"Part of it, yes." I tried not to sound too excited as Annie worked her way around to acquiescence. It was hard to know if Annie really viewed it as a punishment, or if she was just playing along with the game. But that was normal when dealing with Annie. In her own words, she liked it when she hated it. Which really made things quite easy on me.

"If it's part of my punishment, I guess I have no choice," Annie said dramatically. And I was pleased to note that she couldn't have been too spooked by the idea if she was hamming it up this much.

"Good girl." I kissed her on the head. "Now let's get to bed early. I want you bright and alert for tomorrow."

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Annie and Jasper rang my doorbell at exactly 9:00 pm. This exacting punctuality wasn't really a rule I'd intended for Annie. It has arisen from miscommunication more than anything. But, she'd taken it to heart, and who was I to dissuade her?

Jasper, I was amused to see, had brought a bottle of wine. He clutched it nervously, but managed to meet my eyes and smile as I waved Annie and him inside. Which was more than I might expect from most of his peers. He was wearing a tan button down tucked into his jeans, which I thought quite the sensible choice. Given that the poor boy certainly had no idea what to expect from my strange invitation. I was really looking forward to hearing from Annie exactly how that conversation had gone. But that would have to wait.

Making our way into my kitchen, Annie in a little sundress, me in the sensible slack and blouse I'd worn to work, and Jasper in his aforementioned getup, you wouldn't gather at a glance that anything untoward was about to happen. But when I ordered Annie into the dining room to "get ready," using my best mistress voice, Jasper's stricken face at the prospect of being alone with me would have made you think he was the one lined up for a terrible punishment.

"Would you like a glass of wine?" I asked him. Sparing him the impossible task of finding the right words.

"No thank you. I'm alright," he said. But I could tell it was just a reflex.

"Come on love. You look like you could use one." I was careful to keep the dominant edge I'd used on Annie out of my voice. Even without the sexual undertones, I doubted Jasper would really know how to behave in this situation. And I didn't want to scare him off.

Graciously. Jasper did accept my wine. Well, his wine; poured into my glass. I let the silence drag while he took a rather lengthy sip. Time to test him. Would he try for small talk, or would he dive right into the questions really on his mind?

"I'm not really sure what to say," Jasper said, when it became unreasonable for him to keep the wine at his lips any longer. Which I thought was a respectable middle ground, as far as icebreakers go.

I laughed and leaned over the marble island across from him. "That's fair. It's a weird situation. But look, why don't you just ask what's really on your mind? I won't be offended."

"Okay." Jasper looked up from his wine glass. Bright green eyes met mine. And behind them I saw that spark I could always find in our grad students. It reminded me that even though I currently had Jasper at a disadvantage there was an intellect there, sharp, eager, ready to learn. It was easy to imagine that in a few years he would be the one holding me at social gunpoint. "So, you and Annie are a couple?"

"Yes. But not a romantic one. And you already knew that. Seriously, ask me the real question."

This time, Jasper couldn't meet my eyes. "Are you just dominating Annie tonight?"

I thrilled at this. I'd worried that Jasper, regardless of how Annie's pitched it to him, would internalize 'threesome' and miss everything else. But it was clear from his question, he understood that he’d walked into a lion’s den. And, whether consciously or not, he asked if I was going to dominate him. Not if I wanted to, but if I was going to. Fearful, but accepting. I mentally patted myself on the back. Somehow, from a casual glance at a picture on Annie's phone, I had chosen just right.

"Tonight, Jasper, I just invited you to watch." I said gently. "Your presence will give some added spice to Annie's punishment."

Jasper nodded. But I continued before he could say anything else. This was the part I'd been rehearsing. Bouncing it around in my head all day.

"However. In a few days. When you're lying awake. Unable to sleep because tonight won't stop playing in your head. If you want to beg me to take you under my wing like Annie. We can talk."

Jasper rewarded me with a big, Adam's apple bobbing, gulp.

"Come on. Annie's probably getting impatient." I said.

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I led Jasper to my dining room, but hung back at the last moment. I wanted to catch his reaction as he rounded the corner and saw Annie there. Naked and kneeling on the hardwood floor.

I was not disappointed. Jasper almost tripped over himself. And I couldn't blame him. Annie really looked the part. Slim and pale, her dark hair fell to one side, covering one small breast while the other pointed proudly, its small nipple scrunched against the cool air. Annie lacked the hips and general curves to be classified a conventional beauty. But her big dark eyes and slightly upturned nose were just the tools for the role she played now. The innocent, vulnerable, slave girl gave Jasper a shy smile and wave before, seeing me also round the corner, she lay her hand back along her thigh, trying to play if off like she'd never moved at all.

I'd pushed the dining room furnishings to the side, and Annie looked even smaller than normal in the middle of the mostly empty room. Squeezing past Jasper, still frozen in the entryway, I selected a wooden chair from the pile and dragged it into a position facing Annie. "Jasper, darling, come sit down." I cooed, trying to coax him back to the present.

Wordlessly he obeyed. He made his way to the chair with an awkwardness in his step that one assumed had something to do with the tightness in the front of his jeans.

"Don't be shy. Take a good look," I teased Jasper. Who seemed to be trying to correct for his initial eye-popped stare by avoiding looking at Annie at all. But even with my encouragement he seemed determined to focus only on her face. Polite of him. But in this context, frustrating. "Annie, you tell him," I tried.

"You can look at me," said Annie, and then, letting her eyes flicker to his for just a moment, she added, "I want you to."

Finally coaxed into it, Jasper broke his lock on Annie's face. I watched with interest as he wandered her body with his eyes. Annie arched subtly under the inspection, clearly invested in giving the best impression. With her knees pressed together, her intimates were not really on display beyond a tantalizing little void where her thighs met her lower belly. I imagined that Annie felt very much more like an art piece than anything else.

I considered shattering that illusion. It would be as easy as ordering Annie to open her legs. But while releasing that blush that she was somehow holding at bay was tempting. It didn't seem like the right time. Yet.

Jasper, for his part, was trying and failing to stay stoic. He might have kept the wanton longing out of his face, but the shift of his center of gravity, like some force was trying to pull him out of the chair and onto Annie, was easy to read. When I put a hand on his shoulder, he was so focused on her that I thought he'd jump in surprise. But instead he leaned into me, just for a moment, on reflex, before he caught himself.

"Annie. Come sit in Jasper's lap," I ordered.

Annie did that freeze thing, where she takes a moment to process. But then, as commanded, she stood and walked toward us. She walked slowly and deliberately. At first I thought maybe she was trying for some approximation of a runway walk. But then I realized she was carefully putting one foot directly in front of the other in order to keep her thighs together and her sex mostly hidden.

As she reached Jasper, her dark nipples were level with his eye line. But it seemed even they didn’t have the power to pull Jasper's focus from the barely hidden spot between her legs. Annie hesitated, apparently reluctant to spread her legs under Jasper's gaze, as she would have to do in order to straddle him. When she found a solution, I wasn’t sure if I was disappointed or proud. With a delicate finger Annie guided her friend to tilt his head up and meet the deep dark pools of her eyes as she wrapped her naked form onto him.

"Hi," Annie breathed out. Circling her arms around Jasper's neck, but holding his gaze.

"Hey," he whispered back. His hands tried a few spots before deciding to delicately support Annie by her hips. "You okay?"

Annie shot me a quick look. Unsure if she was breaking some rule by talking to Jasper. I just winked at her.

"Yeah. I'm good. This is crazy, huh?" She turned her attention back to her friend.

Jasper laughed. He laughed like wind chimes, lilting and irregular. One of those laughs that might draw you across the room, because it just sounded so fun to be part of whatever was happening over there. Annie, it seemed, had a similar reaction to me, because she took this cue to break her eye contact with Jasper and nuzzle her face into his neck, wriggling her hips deeper into the pocket he made as she did so. For his part, Jasper wrapped his arms around her bare back, pulling her into him. She murmured something into his ear, too quiet for me to catch.

This was all quite adorable. But it was time to take back control. Moving to stand behind Annie, I gave Jasper, who looked at me over her shoulder, a sly smile.

"I think it's time for your punishment now Annie." I said.

"Yes Professor. " came the muffled reply from somewhere behind the crook of Jasper's neck and a mass of dark hair.

I let my hands wander over Annie's lower back. Starting from Jasper's grip and working my way down in no particular hurry. l felt the bottom of her rib cage, her hip bones, delicate and covered by pale skin. From experience I knew how quickly I could color this blank canvas a warm rose red. It was hard to resist, but I'd already decided that Annie's punishment tonight wasn't going to be the corporeal kind. With Jasper here I wanted to shame her, the way I used to be able to do just by spreading her legs under my gaze.

To this end I let my hands follow the lines of Annie's back until, as though guided by the topography, I was gliding my fingers down the crack of her ass. Spread as her legs were by Jasper's, nothing stopped me from running my fingers across the wrinkled skin of Annie's asshole. There, I lingered, drawing lazy circles. Occasionally I would make little forays across her perineum towards the hot sex where I knew she wanted me. But they were only a tease. Each time, just as I felt the heat coming off of her, I'd slide back and up to tickle at her back door instead.

Jasper, who couldn't see what was going on from his position, whispered something in Annie's ear.

"Something you'd like to share with the class?" I chided.

"Sorry. I was asking Annie what she's being punished for," Jasper said.

Annie kept her face buried in his shoulder as she answered, "I wasn't supposed to tell you guys about this."

"Wow. Really? So you totally deserve this."

"Dude, not helping!" Annie squeaked. She was probably right to worry about the heights I might go with cute Jasper egging me on.

Feeling my fingers return to her asshole, now tacky from a little bottle of lube I'd smuggled in, probably didn't do anything more to set Annie at ease. In fact, when I probed experimentally at the center of her pucker, I felt her squeezing tight against me.

"Annie." I growled her name as a warning and felt her reluctantly loosen against my fingertip.

Annie did not particularly enjoy having things put up her ass. As she had described it to me, the idea was exciting, but the activity itself was uncomfortable and made it hard to cum. So, of course, I'd been sticking things up her ass every chance I got for the six months we'd been seeing each other. You'd think she would have gotten better at taking it by now, but she really hadn't. One assumes the lack of enthusiasm for her studies is to blame.

I menuevered my finger into her. Slowly to the first joint, back for some more lube, and then firmly in to the second knuckle once her main defenses had been breached. Annie rewarded me with a discomforted grunting exhale, like she was fighting a bad stomach ache. It was a sound that I'd come to associate with this activity. And now, as always, I just drank it in.

"You okay?" I heard Jasper, who still wasn't privy to exactly what was happening to Annie, whisper.

Annie nodded her head against him. But I wanted more than that.

"Why don't you tell Jasper what's happening to you," I suggested.

Annie said, "I'd rather not.". But her sphincter announced her sudden apprehension by trying and failing to squeeze shut around my finger. She already knew it wasn't a suggestion.

"Loud enough so I can hear," I coaxed her.

In the silence I could hear the soft click of Annie's lips opening. But she didn't, or couldn't, speak.

"If you don't tell him I'll make you stand up and show him," I prodded.

"I'm not even sure that's worse." said Annie. But she didn't move to stand. Instead she sucked in a big slow breath through her nose. "She's got her fingers in my ass," she finally said in one quick exhale.

"Was that so hard?" I teased. Annie didn’t answer, but the brilliant red flush that lit up the back of her neck and ears was evidence enough.

I watched with interest as Jasper tried to hide his surprise. He did an alright job, but a slight flaring of his nose and bounce of his eyelids gave away that things were moving faster than he'd expected.

"Just one finger." I clarified, letting Jasper see my evil smile. "Got to work her up to the second one."

The process of loosening Annie was one I quite enjoyed. Slow and stately I pushed into her and then pulled out, applying a rubbing sideways pressure against her stubborn ring as I did so. The key with Annie's ass, I had learned, was to keep the pace consistent. Like my finger was a piston, an inevitable machine that could not be fought, only succumbed to.

The three of us stayed in silence for a few minutes. The barely audible background of my wet ministrations and Annie's labored breathing no doubt painting wild pictures in Jasper's mind.

Then, right as I was getting ready to chide her for fighting me, I felt Annie's ring relax another iota. Which was all I needed to poke another fingertip past. Annie groaned a long combination of defeat and discomfort the whole way as I celebrated my victory by pushing into the second knuckle.

"That sounded like two fingers," Jasper said. Prompting a new groan from Annie.

With two of my fingers inside of her now. Annie was starting to struggle. She breathed out in long thin streams through tight lips. And all the while her hips wriggled, trying to escape the insistent fucking. But there was no escape for her. Not with Jasper's arms around her. In fact, I was interested to see the muscles in Jasper's forearms casually tight. He seemed to be doing his best to hold her in place.

"How does she feel squirming against you there Jasper?" I asked him.

Jasper really seemed to be relaxing into the experience now. I wondered if the wine or the arousal was to blame. "It's pretty great actually," he admitted.

Annie and Jasper were pressed too close together for me to really see what was going on between them. But the mental image of Annie's sex grinding against the bulge in Jasper's jeans was driving me wild. It was getting hard to focus on keeping a steady rhythm.

"Should I fuck her harder then? Really make her move for you?" I asked.

"She seems like she's barely taking it as it is," Jasper started kindly. But he quickly changed his tune when I shot him a nasty look over Annie's shoulder. "Well, maybe you could turn it up one more gear."

"You guys suck," came the whimper from behind Annie's mess of hair.

As Jasper laughed I turned it up at least two gears. Before, with a single finger, I had spread Annie with patience and a smooth consistent flow. But now that I wasn't trying to sneak any more fingers into her, I no longer required Annie's cooperation. I started to vary my tempo, pulling back sharply until I was almost out of her. This enticed Annie's sphincter to clench of its own volition, trying to shut the open door. But the tips of my fingers would always be there, to keep her open.

I savored the sensation each time I rebuffed Annie’s ring, like a grasping hand it squeezed me so hard it almost hurt. But tricking Annie’s body into a battle she couldn’t win was only half of the torment I had for her. Because every time I felt her trying to push me out I would also counter by pushing back in. Bullying my way into Annie at the same moment her spasming muscles were fighting me.

Each time I pressed into her this procedure produced from Annie a whimpering moan. It was the undignified sound of an animal in distress and, to me, it was the most beautiful sound in the world. With Jasper holding her in place I played Annie like an instrument. I varied my tempo, my angle, my depth, determined to produce every possible variation of her sound. Like a conductor I stripped away any notes I recognized as Annie’s conscious affectations; until she sang along with me raw and without decorum, unable even to care what Jasper might think. The poor girl's arms wrapped tight around his neck, her fingers tying themselves into his short blond hair as she tried, on instinct, to curl herself into a ball around him.

I knew in this moment that I had irrevocably changed Annie and Jasper's friendship. Had I taken a different course, maybe just let Jasper see his naked friend endure a spanking, forced Annie to masturbate for him, or any number of other options I had considered, their friendship might have survived in its current form. Sure, Annie would struggle to look him in the eyes at first. But over time, their night of naughty fun would have become a wonderful secret they shared. An inside joke. A wink across the table.

But now Annie pressed herself into Jasper, practically sobbing her suffering into the crook of his neck. And I knew I had revealed to Jasper a part of Annie that could not be reconciled with the image of a bubbly coed looking for some fun. From this point on when he looked at her, this is the Annie he would see. And for her part, Annie would know the same. She'd see the distant stare when he looked at her, and know he was looking back and through her, at the girl who was broken in his arms, but never begged for it to stop.

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I let Annie down gently. First, I stopped fighting her body's natural rhythms and instead tried my best to sync my penetrations with them. Then, gradually, I slowed my pace until we were still. The only movement was the rise and fall of Annie's back as if trying to catch her breath after a long run.

Surprisingly, it was Annie who spoke first. "Hey Jasper. It's kind of wet."

Silence.

"Did you cum?" Annie asked.

"Yeah. Sorry." Jasper said. Very much sounding like he'd been caught stealing cookies.

I knew it was wrong to delight in the power I’d chosen to wield over Annie and Jasper’s relationship. But I found that I couldn’t help myself but to pile on, "How does that feel Annie, knowing your friend was getting off watching you take a punishment?"

Now it was Jasper's turn to blush. Though his tan did good work to hide it.

"I dunno. It's fine I guess." said Annie in a tone that made it clear she wasn't particularly interested in engaging with the idea right now.

Any guilt I was feeling instantly evaporated. Annie’s dissociation annoyed me. I wondered if later a clearer headed Annie would realize that she'd just earned herself one more punishment.

I slid my hand around Annie's hip, finding the space where her and Jasper pressed together. Then I explored downward. Jasper watched me curiously as I found the belt loop of his jeans before probing further where, indeed, the denim had taken on a damp, tacky, feeling.

"Messy boy." I teased Jasper. Enjoying that he seemed unable to meet my eyes now. "But don't worry. I have a solution."

I slid my hand back up by Jasper's belt loop. But instead of fiddling with his zipper, as his shifting hips suggested he expected, I instead flipped my hand around and started pressing against Annie's lower belly. When she tried to pull away, I curled my fingers in her asshole, holding her in place.

"Professor?" Annie asked. Understanding what I was after but still shocked by it.

"Tell him." was all I had to say to her.

When Annie didn't immediately comply, Jasper spoke up. "Tell me what?"

Annie sighed like a petulant child who just wanted to be left alone. "She's trying to get me to pee on you."

Sometimes, when she was really itching for a punishment, Annie gave me attitude to goad me into it. But in this instance, I assumed her bratty behavior stemmed more from emotional exhaustion. Not that it mattered, my response would be the same.

I took my hand away from kneading Annie's bladder and bundled up her long hair. With the makeshift ponytail I pulled her back towards me until she was only connected to Jasper by her hips, and her hands around the back of his neck. "Not trying. Doing," I growled in her ear. Making a real show of it for Jasper's benefit. "Now pee, or I'll fuck that poor little ass of yours again."

"Yes Professor," Annie said meekly.

"Good girl. And you two look each other in the eyes. I want you to see his reaction when you go."

Apparently cowed by my sudden strictness, my two victims locked eyes. Annie's nose wrinkled in an expression I recognized as concentration. So I resolved to give her a little time before making good on my threat.

Eventually Annie said, "I can't go with your fingers in me." Which was promptly followed by a little squeak as said fingers popped out of her.

Jasper watched with obvious bemusement as Annie's face contorted through a number of poses on her way to convincing her bladder into action. A few times I had to take her head in my hands and remind her to keep eye contact with him.

When she finally started to go I didn't even hear it. But I knew it was happening because Jasper's eyebrows jumped in surprise. To his credit, he recovered gracefully and tried to give Annie a reassuring smile. But by that point Annie had completely failed the test and her eyes were scrunched so tight that I wasn't sure if the vibrant redness was a blush, or if she was just losing circulation.

"Oh god." Annie whimpered her embarrassment without opening her eyes when a rhythmic dripping sound started up.

With genuine curiosity I asked, "How are you doing Jasper?"

"Pretty warm now," he quipped.

"You guys are the worst," Annie said. Finally letting go of Jasper so she could hide her face in her hands.

"Oh hush," I chided her. But it was clear that Annie had reached her tolerance for this whole ordeal. I gave her a little slap on her ass. "Go get yourself cleaned up. Don't dawdle."

Annie started to stand. For a moment it looked like her modesty concerns from earlier had been forgotten, or maybe rendered moot by recent activities. But before she swung her legs for the dismount she swiftly covered Jasper's eyes with her palms. Jasper just stuck his tongue out at her, but I caught him eyeing her perky butt as it fled the room.

Jasper looked down at the dark blue sodden mess that was his lower half. Gingerly he shifted his weight to one side. For one horrific moment I thought he was fixing to fart. Which would have really ruined the pleasant image I was building of him. But, I was eternally grateful to see, he was just fishing his cell phone out of a damp pocket. He pressed a button on the side and the screen blinked to life.

"That's good," he said brightly. "So, did I pass the test?"

From his sitting position Jasper wasn't even that much shorter than me. But I still got a thrill seeing those bright green eyes shining up at me. The urge to take Annie's vacant seat, albeit with a much more commanding demeanor, almost overwhelmed me. But the thought of all that pee, now cooling in the open air, was the metaphorical bucket of ice water I needed to play the long game.

"This wasn’t a test. But you were wonderful anyway my dear. Now I need to take care of Annie though. Which means it's time for you to go."

"You're not going to offer me a clean pair of pants, are you?" Jasper said ruefully.

I winked at him. "You do catch on fast."

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Just outside my door, his jeans looking much baggier than when he arrived in them, Jasper turned back toward me. "So, if I want to get in touch, do I talk to Annie? Or can I call you?"

I tried to hide my smile. I didn't want to seem disinterested. But it wouldn't do to come off overeager either. "Give yourself a few days to think about it. But then, if you want, my office hours are easy to find. Goodnight love." I let the door swing closed and then turned to follow the wet trail back to my dining room.

Once again I rounded the corner from the kitchen to the dining room to find Annie kneeling naked on the wood floor. But a few departures from the earlier scene saved me from succumbing to any déjà vu. For one, Annie wasn't really kneeling in the middle of the room this time. That spot was taken up by a slowly widening puddle, which she'd given a wide berth. Annie herself had also been transformed over the course of the night. Her hair was mussed, the little makeup she wore had been rubbed off one side of her face, and though I couldn't see any signs of tears, her cheeks had a tell tale puff to them. She even knelt differently; slouched, tired.

Careful to avoid the puddle I crouched in front of my bedraggled submissive. Taking her by the back of the neck I pulled her forward, cradling her against my chest. "How are you doing sweetie?" I cooed.

"Alright I think. Still processing," Annie said.

"So you had fun?" I pressed, knowing the answer.

"No, it was awful," sniffed Annie.

"So I did good then?"

Annie leaned into me a little more and wrapped me in a hug. "You always do good, Professor."

It was kind of an uncomfortable position we were in. But it felt right to just hold Annie like that until she spoke again.

"I think Jasper had fun." she mused.

"He better have. You literally made him cream his pants!" I said, prompting a little giggle from Annie.

"I guess that was kind of my fault wasn't it?"

"It sure was. Were you doing it on purpose?"

I was amused that Annie seemed to have to give the question some real thought. "I don't think so? At first I was, you know, trying to get a little something for me. But that stupid zipper really hurt!"

I laughed and tousled Annie's already ruined hair.

"So are you going to play with him again?" Annie asked. She was trying to sound nonchalant. But I could tell she was invested in the answer.

"Aw sweetie. I would like to. But only if you give it the go ahead." I said.

Annie pulled back just enough so that she could look up at me. Her deep dark eyes flickered their way about my face, searching for something. "Really? I thought you'd just decide."

"I did decide. I decided to ask you. Don't get used to it though." I tried to sound stern, suddenly worried my gesture of goodwill might somehow weaken my power over Annie. But it was hard to look mean with those loving eyes pouring themselves into me.

"So, should we see him again?" I prompted.

Annie spun herself around, and my body moved automatically to take her into my lap. "It's going to be weird tomorrow." she mused. "With you. It's like I come here and I'm a different person. I don't have to think about it when I'm just living my life. Well, unless I've had a spanking recently. But I've got a class with Jasper tomorrow. It's going to be weird. I don't know if I want that."

A sudden urge to apologize bubbled up from within me. But like bile I choked it down.

"But I guess that can't be helped now." Annie continued. "And I know you want him. So I guess I'm OK with it."

I kissed the top of her head. Pressed my lips to her scalp and squeezed her while I held them there.

"Will we play together? Or will you play with him alone?" Annie wanted to know.

"I haven't decided." I answered honestly.

"Oh. I don't get a say in that?"

"You, my dear. Don't get a say in anything else for at least the next six months."

Annie nodded. Like a child absorbing some new piece of information about the world. "Hey Professor," she said.

"Yes?"

"We should clean this up before it stains your floor."