At six pm there is a knock on my study door.
"Come in."
Natalie opens the door. She stands for a moment, then enters. It is time for our second lesson.
I look up from my marking and address her. "Good, nice to see that you are punctual. Have a seat, I will be with you shortly. I indicate a wooden chair set in the middle of the room, facing the desk. Natalie walks across the room and sits down.
I glance up from my work to look at her. She is wearing no bra, of that I am certain. Through her white blouse, two dark patches reveal her nipples. I am less sure that my orders about her knickers have been followed. She has clamped her long smooth legs together. "Natalie?"
"Yes Sir?"
"When you are sitting in this chair, you will show your readiness for me. You will not allow your knees to touch in that coy way. You are to place your feet apart, and allow me to inspect your pussy from my desk. Please comply."
She hesitates. Then she parts her knees, but places her hands on her skirt.
"No, Natalie. Put your hands at your side, open your legs and let me see what it that keeps you at college, and what it is that keeps me from phoning your parents."
She removes her hands and places them at her sides. I now have a good view up her skirt, and can see her bare pussy. Good. She has been obedient. She looks down at her knees.
"Please wait quietly, I have some more marking to do. Most students do not cheat, Natalie, and they deserve my full attention."
After a few more minutes work I put my pen down and stand. Natalie sits still, head bowed. I stretch and yawn, and walk around my desk to where she sits.
"I'm sorry to have kept you waiting, Natalie. Now, we are having an important tutorial on the matter of obedience, and I want to make sure of one or two things. I am going to need your cooperation on this. We spoke about your bra, did we not?"
"Yes, Sir, we did."
"And what did we say?"
"We said that I was not to wear a bra to our tutorials, Sir."
"Good. Well remembered. Please stand."
Natalie gets to her feet and looks at me. Again I am struck by her beauty. A petulant, arrogant beauty. She is slim and perfectly proportioned, even through her clothes she is lithe and graceful.
"Very well, Natalie. Please unbutton your blouse."
She sighs. She knew this was coming. She slowly loosens her college tie and turns, lays it on the chair behind her.
She undoes the top button, then the next, then the next. She stands with her blouse undone.
"Good, thank you, Natalie. Now open up your blouse and hold still for me."
She holds the two sides of her blouse and slowly opens them up.
I am astonished at the beauty of her breasts. They are full and beautifully shaped. They rise and fall with small, pink nipples at their peaks. I note the freckles on her face have their counterpart on her breasts. Her breasts are white, and I see the remains of tanlines from her summer holidays. They tremble slightly, as Natalie fights to control her embarrassment.
"Good. Now you must understand that I have the right to access to any part of your body at any time. Remain still and hold your blouse open for me to inspect your breasts."
I reach forward, and she flinches back. "Hold still. Remember that this lesson is about obedience. Present your breasts to me."
"Yes Sir."
She opens her blouse further and pushes her breasts out to me. I reach out to her and cup both breasts in my hands. I feel the pendulous weight of them in my palms, and then with my thumbs, slowly begin to stroke each nipple.
"You have beautiful breasts, Natalie. I enjoy holding them. You are to make your breasts available to me at my command, is that clear?"
"Um... no sir, please explain."
"When you enter my room, you will present your breasts to me as I order. If I require it, you will stand with your breasts exposed just as you do are doing now."
"Yes Sir".
She stands with her blouse held open. She looks into my eyes, perhaps fathoming my next move. I stroke the nipples a little more, and she writhes and gasps. I stand back.
"Remove your blouse completely."
She slips her blouse from her shoulders and hands it to me. I fold it and place it on my desk.
"Very good. Now what else were you to do to prepare for this evening?
"I was to shave, Sir."
"Very good. And where were you to shave, exactly?"
She blushes and looks away.
"Natalie. What were my instructions?
"To shave my pussy, Sir.
"Good. It is good to be precise with our language. And have you shaved as I have instructed?"
"Yes Sir."
"Very well. Now I will inspect your pussy. You will remove your skirt. You will stand in the centre of the room. You will clasp your hands behind your back. You will stand with your legs apart. Do you understand my instructions?"
"Yes Sir."
"Then proceed."
She reaches to her belt and slowly unbuckles it. She unzips her skirt and lets it fall to the floor. She steps out of it and stands in front of me. Reluctantly, she moves her hands behind her and holds them there. She lifts her gaze to meet mine.
She is breathtakingly beautiful. All she is wearing now is her high heel shoes and her stockings. I take in the sight. I look at her breasts, rising and falling as she breathes. I see her flat stomach and her cute navel. My eyes follow her body down to her pubic mound, and sure enough, she is now cleanly shaven. Her smooth pussy is white against the fading tan around it. White lines show where a thong must have been worn on a beach somewhere. It must have been a very small bikini.
I reach forward and she instinctively moves her hands to cover herself. I stop and wait.
She looks at me and sighs. Slowly she moves her hands and places them behind her back once more. "Good girl." I tell her. "Obedience doesn't come easily to a girl like you. This is why we must spend this time together. Now hold still please."
Again I reach forward and this time my fingers touch her pubic mound. She makes only the tiniest of movements, but her breath is coming in short gasps.
I gently rub her labia, and run my fingers down between her legs. I check the smoothness of her lips. She has made a good job of it; there isn't a trace of stubble. I continue to gently massage her lips, and allow my fingers to slip between her thighs to where her opening lies. Gently, my fingers work their way between her lips. She is trembling, and I discover a moistness there. I work my way back, my fingers lubricated now, and find the little bud of her clitoris. At this she yelps and writhes. she moves away suddenly.
"This will not do, Natalie." I tell her.
"But Sir, I couldn't help it!"
"You couldn't help it? Well. We will work on this issue until it is resolved, then. Until you can 'help it.' You simply need practice. Wait there please."
I get the chair, bring it around and sit down in front of her.
