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Strict Tutor
Date: 12/14/2015, Categories: BDSM, Author: Elochai644, Rating: 7, Source: LushStories
my back. At first, I simply allowed you to write in silence, occasionally looking over your shoulder, checking your work. As the session went on, however, I began to break the silence by asking questions - querying dates of important events, or names of important figures in history. At first, you did quite well, not missing a question, and with each correct answer, I rested a hand on your shoulder and squeezed appreciatively, or ran my fingertips over the nape of your neck. I continued to pace the room, my eyes now no longer focused on your work, but instead on you - your subtle ministrations as you concentrate on the task at hand, the subtle flicker of your eyes, the pursing of your lips, the crossing and uncrossing of your legs. The session continued, and the questions resumed. This time, however, they were considerably more difficult, and I savoured the flashes of confusion and concern on your face as you carefully considered each answer. Finally, it happened - you gave your first incorrect answer. Instead of the usual congratulatory brush of my fingertips, I simply walked slowly towards my suitcase, and unbuckled one of the clasps without a word. I let the silence hang for another minute before asking another question, even more obscure than the last. Another wrong answer, and the second clasp was undone. You attempted to turn your head and peek at the suitcase, but I put an end to that with a sharp snap of my fingers. "Two wrong answers in a row, Kitten. Now's no time ...