Music lesson 5
I had spent all week looking forward to my next music lesson. I had learnt that my teacher's first name was Guy, but knew I would not be able to refer to him by this as I still felt a little afraid and in awe of him. I sat nervously in the waiting area until the door opened and my teacher beckoned for me to come in...
My heart melted at the sight of him and the memory of him fucking me on the settee during the previous week. Alas, he had turned away from me and was reaching for some sheet music.
"Play this," he said, putting it onto a stand. I bent over to open my clarinet case, hoping that he would touch my bottom. No touch came however, and I stood and turned, clarinet pieced together ready to play.
"I want you to play this well or there will be consequences!" he barked, settling himself onto a chair facing me.
I had never seen the music before, began to feel afraid and doubt my own abilities. My legs began to tremble, and I looked at him with big pleading eyes. He looked back at me sternly and nodded towards the music. By now, my hands were trembling too and I knew my chances of playing well were nonexistent.
Uncomfortable silence.
"I haven't got all day!" he said impatiently.
Predictably, I 'fluffed' the opening sequence horribly, and looked down at the floor in embarrassment.
"Take off your shoes!" he ordered. "You will play better without them."
I slid my shoes off, wondering what on earth he was up to. I put the clarinet to my lips and this time managed the opening sequence. Was it my imagination or did he look disappointed? I carried on playing, and after a minute or so got a sequence of notes in an utter muddle. I caught his eye, and thought he looked pleased and a little smug.
"Jeans off!" he bellowed.
Oh, I could see where this was going now, and felt a stir in my groin as I paused to undo my jeans and climb out of them. I looked up at him defiantly, but his stern facial expression jolted me a little and I began to tremble again. Surely this couldn't go on for too much longer? I had neglected to wear a bra (hoping he would notice as I was wearing a tight t-shirt), so only had two items of clothing left to go!
I began to play once more, this time with a little more confidence and reached the end of the music. I looked at him defiantly again. My turn to be smug now perhaps.
Silence. We stared at each other.
He stood up, turned away and selected another piece of music which he placed on the stand. I looked at it and realised that the complexity was way beyond my level of ability.
"This is not fair," I whimpered. "The music is too difficult!"
"Play," is all he said in return.
I looked at the music once more and didn't know where to start, and realised that my legs were trembling again.
