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Below The Belt - Amelié

{T H E A C A D A M Y}

Hello lovelies, here’s a teaser to a little something cooking in the docs.

No warnings, but it’s bdsm and 18+

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“Why does the rules never seem to apply to you, miss Rousseau? Why do you think you are the sole student in the entire Academy, who does not need to be in bed by 12th bell? Hm?” Miss Helve has the meanest voice in the world. She sounds like a knife point scraping along a crystal glass. Or like a cracked tooth on a brick. Or like a plastic bag, held tightly over your face, viciously smothering the life out of you while you kick your feet. She sounds like a nightmare.

And I fucking hate the bitch.

It’s a retorical question. I’m not supposed to answer before she orders me to.

WACK!

I yelp in pain and grab the edge of her polished desk tighter while the belt smacks over the top of my ass. She’s not hitting that hard, I’ve felt her hit hard, but the sting and the burn brings my eyes to tears.

“I’m sorry Miss Helve.” I say and sniff. When my eyes run, so does my nose. Fucking bitch cunt motherfucker!!

“Yes you are. Now tell me why you were not dressed in your nightgown and in bed but the 12th bell? Go ahead.”

Because I was fucking Adam Kingsley in the woods behind the tennis court. Riding home his beautiful old money cock like a fucking joggy at the track.

“I was studying at the library and time got away from me Miss Helve. Forgive me, Miss Helve.” Forgive me for pouring beetles in your bed tonight. Forgive me for jamming a needle in your shoe.

I smirk. The thought of childish revenge makes me so that. She can’t see my face though. Only my glowing red ass, flipped up skirt and flesh streaked with her belt marks.

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{ THE ACADEMY }

Welcome young ones, please take your seats, we’re about to begin.

I’ve been attending miss @kainablue and her Academy (read the text that started it all: Lecture Me) and this evening Gerald and Ida from my classic bdsm ‘Play by the Tune’ are joining! They’re working hard in the AU music room — Playing daring new pieces like: ‘ouch’, ‘Yes more’ and ‘don’t stop’.

I do apologize for the scroll, I’m not being able to put the ‘read more’ thingy because: device!

So, as they say, onwards!!

(Warns: EXPLICIT bdsm, rough smut, physical strain and teacher x student 18+)

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SHOE DROP

I squirmed on the black polished top of the piano. The sleek surface stuck to the naked skin of my butt where my woolen skirt had been pushed up and my panties had been removed.

My knee socks were both riding down, and keeping my black flat shoes hovering just above the piano keys, was a struggle.

I bit my lip.

“Do not let your shoes touch my piano Ida. They are filthy. And I do not want a filthy piano.” Commanded professor Gerald from between my trembling thighs.

I tightened my abs even harder and kept my tired legs strained in an angle that kept my thighs from touching the polished surface, and my toes from touching the ivory. If I relaxed, even for a second, then my feet would hit the instrument and then… Then I would be punished.

I whimpered and tugged at the bind on my hands. Gerald had tied them above my head and fixed me to the leg of the piano with another tie. I was glad he’d done that, because then I could use at the bond a little, to help me hold my legs up. Gerald had already made me keep my strained for a long period of time, and now he was touching me, gliding his thumb over my wet slit.

He was making it even harder to concentrate on holding my shoes off the keys.

His finger slid all the way up and then all the way down on me, running over my clit and making me swallow a moan. Not that I could moan that loudly with a pair of panties stuffed in my mouth.

“That’s good Ida. You’re doing such a good job, but don’t you dare put your feet down. Do you hear me?” He looked at me sternly from between my thighs.

I nodded and muffled a pathetic reply: ‘yes sir’.

“Good. I’m going to give you a kiss Ida, because you’ve been such a good girl tonight. Lie still.” He leaned in. I could feel his warm breath on my sensitive skin. It made me feel giddy and my stomach full of butterflies.

My legs quivered with acid.

Gerald’s lips brushed over my hot burning flesh, stroking me with a feather light kiss. It was a maddening tickle and all the small hairs on my body stood straight up.

Oh no, don’t tease me!!! Touch me! Kiss me! Lick me!

I made a desperate sound in the cloth and spread my exhausted legs further apart, nicking a note with the tip of my shoe.

“Do you want me you kiss you deeper?”

‘Yes sir!!’ I almost shouted, but the pale pink panties smothered the edge of my words. It sounded more like I was saying: “esh ir!!”

“But it’s not about what you want, is it Ida? It’s about what I want, and right now I want you to keep your damned shoes off my piano.” He scolded me and took a hold of the foot that tapped the note.

It was such a beautiful relief when he slid off my shoe, and took off the extra weight, even though his grasp on my ankle was too hard.

“You have to understand what I want Ida, otherwise you’ll never learn how to be my personal toy. You have to not be so selfish.” He growled and clamped my foot by the heel. Then he flicked me right under my foot, right in the tender flesh of the arch, and I yelped.

I wanted to retract my foot, it felt like I’d been bitten, but Gerald pulled it back with a hard yank.

“Do you understand, Ida? Do you understand that it’s not” Flick “About” flick “You?”

It was silly that such a little touch could hurt so bad, but it did! My toes curled and I fought his grasp.

“Esh ir! Esh ir! Esh ir!!” I screamed when he flicked me again, and then he let my foot go.

“That’s a good girl, Ida. And what is it that I want?” He asked stroking his hands down the insides of my legs.

“O EEP AI EET OG A IANO!!” I cried out the answer that I had meant to be: ‘to keep my feet off the piano.’ But which came out like babbling gibberish instead.

“Yes Ida. That’s exactly what I want. Now hold still so I can be sweet to you.”

I started whimpering and screeching because my muscles couldn’t take much more! I was trembling and shaking and breaking out in a sweat. My legs were like led! They kept seeking downwards, pulled by the unwhilding force of gravity.

I was at my limit, I couldn’t hold my own weight anymore, I just couldn’t, but I didn’t want to get flicked again. So I fought it!! I fought the fatigue while Gerald leaned in again.

He didn’t tease me this time, he kissed me deeply. Gerald pressed his open kiss to my softness. He sucked my lips, and then he opened his mouth further and ran the flat of his hot tongue all over me.

I shuddered.

His hands stroked up under my knees while he licked me, he slowly took off the weight of my legs and placed them on his shoulders, and I finally could relax.

The tense quakes that skipped in my muscle, subsided to make room for leisure.

My body turned to syrup. Oozing and gliding and melting. The warmth started at Gerald’s tongue and spread out through my body, until I reached my fingertips and my toes.

I sighed a long long sigh and then I moaned.

Soon I was tugging at the bind on my hands and eagerly moving my hips to meet his mouth, the syrup turned to fire, and a scorching hot friction started to build in me.

Gerald dipped his tongue in my entrance, tasting my lust at its beginning core and tickling me from the inside. His tongue was a whirling hot stroke, a determined muscle, that explored the shallows of my being.

Yes, yes, yes. Oh please! More!

I moaned louder and tugged even harder at the bind on my wrists.

“Ease uc e!” Please fuck me. I pleaded and yanked at the bind. I wanted my hands free so that I could rip Gerald’s clothes off and dig my nails in his shoulders.

“Ease, erald!!” Please, Gerald. I begged.

Gerald retracted from his deep wet kiss, and slid my legs off his shoulders. Without his support, my feet instantly hammered against the ivory, shooting a scream of notes and vibrations up against the lid, where I lay.

He wiped his mouth in a vicious smirk.

“You are really spoiled. Do you know that?” Gerald straightened, took two long strides along the piano and slid out the knot that bound my hands to the piano leg, but not the bow that forced them together. Then he strode back between my legs and snaked his strong arms under the gap between my back and the shiny wood.

“Hold on to me, Ida.” He whispered in my ear. I obediently looped my arms over his head.

He scooped me up and heaved me off the piano, The keys sang their jumbles notes as my feet came off them.

I was pinned against the dark bookcase and Gerald’s solid body in a blink. He moved his hands from the small of my back to grasp me under my knees and push them up, spreading them so far on either side of him that my hip joints clicked.

I hadn’t noticed when he’d opened his pants, but I could feel the flesh of his hot cock and how it throbbed against me.

Gerald rubbed us together, gliding the length of him along the length of me. The tip found the way inside an locked itself into place. I was dripping wet and whining, and it only took one hard shove for him to ram inside and bottom me out.

Gerald hissed in delight and I squealed.

I arched against the bookcase where the shelves and book spines were digging into my back. Gerald was wide and long, and he way he filled me up, stuffing me to the brim, was like he was spearing me all the way through.

“You’re a spoiled girl, Ida. A selfish little arrogant girl. Tell me how nasty you are. Tell me that you like it when I am cruel to you.” He pulled out and then rammed back in to find the end of me again, and stretch it.

When I didn’t answer, except for my whorish gasps, Gerald plucked out my pink panties from my mouth and tossed them over his shoulder. Then came back and grabbed me even tighter.

I sucked in my lip and bit down. My body was tingling with delight and exhaustion, and all I wanted in the world was for him to keep going.

“Answer Ida!” He gave me a merciless thrust. Stabbing my center.

I jerked, clutching what I could catch of his white shirt. Gerald stayed buried in my twitching nerves.

“I like it when you are cruel to me Sir!” I ended up just repeating his words because my brain wasn’t working. My burn wanted a thrust more and I squirmed on him, but Gerald was hardly moving that solid sword that was cleaving my thoughts apart.

“That’s very good, Ida. Now beg.” He was breathing slow and strained. I could feel how he wanted more too. We were both dying for the rhythm but we were also deep in our game. Deep in our play.

“Please, ah, please professor. Please, you’re killing me.” I hugged him closer and muttered my quiet plea in his stiff white collar that smelled like detergent and fresh ground coffee beans.

“Is this what you need? Beg better, Ida.” Gerald hissed again, but this time more needing. He slammed in me, starting the frantic hungry moves that could end our misery. The collisions hit my clit with his pelvic bone.

“Yes! Yes! Please! I need you! Gerald!” I cried out, my chest heaving, my long dark curls bouncing.

He growled and bored his fingers into the side of my knees. Splitting me again and again, and again! Striking that place inside me that could make me disconnect from my mind and join my body.

“Good. Good. Tell me why you need it.” He huffed. His black hair was in his face and his glasses were crooked on the brim of his nose.

“It feels good, it feels good! Please! Don’t stop!” I rambled. And it did. It felt so good that I wanted to cry.

Every hit made sparks fly! A glittering explosion of starbursts! And then suddenly, I felt it; the big blast of pure solar intensity, getting ready to dash through my nervesystem.

“Ah! Yes! Gerald, I’m coming!” I didn’t ask for permission this time, I couldn’t bear it it he’d said ‘no’.

“Do it.” Gerald spat through his teeth, he was at his edge too.

My breath stopped in my throat when the shell finally broke and the flares of bliss rushed through my veins. I froze up, and stayed frozen, for that short moment where my galaxy turned white and empty.

Gerald dove in for a open messy kiss. I could hardly kiss him back because I was still falling over my edge. Still plummeting through that perfect ‘nothing’.

Then Gerald grunted, pressing me harder against the bookcase and his release erupted too. His cock twitched in spasms while it poured me full of his burning hot seamen.

The frenzy faded.

We took a moment to catch our breaths, kissing slowly. Tasting the last drops of afterglow on each other’s lips.

Gerald pulled out and carefully slid me down, but once I wanted to stand on my own, my legs folded.

He caught me and helped my bound hands over his head since he was much taller than me.

“Are you okay?” He supported me and assisted me over to the piano stool to sit me down.

“Yes. I’m fine. But I can’t walk and…” I glanced down on his wristwatch when he kneeled in front of me. “… midnight headcount is in an hour.” I knew I should be more anxious about missing headcount. Miss Helve was very hard on the girls who weren’t in their beds, clean and brushed, by lights out. I could even risk being expelled. But all those worries seemed far away. Like they were someone else’s troubles.

“I could write you an excuse? And take you home with me?” He undid the black velvet bind on my wrists and kisses the red marks.

I smiled. He had never asked me home with me before…

“And what excuse could explain why a student is staying at their professors house all night?”

“Hm.. Your holiday concert is coming up?” Gerald got up and gently combed my long hair with his fingers. I closed my eyes and made a content noise. “I could say that you needed to practice late at night and that I would personally see to it that you got back to your room after headcount, though of course, you’d be staying with me.” He tied the black velvet back in my hair while he talked.

“And Amelié?” I didn’t know the girl I shared a room with very well. But I knew that she was a loud, noisy type, always banging her drawers and leaving her G-strings on the floor. We were opposite personas, we hardly ever talked, and besides I spent all my time here. In the music room.

“If she questions you can’t you just blackmail her?” Gerald bowed down and nuzzled my cheek with his nose. I giggled because it tickled.

“Blackmail her? I suppose. She sneaks out at night. I think she has a boyfriend, or five.”

“You’re sounding mighty judgmental, miss Anderson.” He whispered slyly.

I turned my head and kissed him.

“Yes. Because she’s trash.” I muttered on his lips.

Gerald chuckled.

“And you’re a spoiled snop. Come on, miss Anderson. I’ll carry you.”

I wrapped my arms around his neck and let him lift me up in his embrace. Even after our exhausting endeavor, he could still hold on to me. I found that fact extremely attractive.

“Let’s hope we don’t meet anyone on the way.” I frowned. I was missing my panties and my shirt was extremely revealing in his position. Also, I was sticky and spilling over. That reminded me: “what about the room? We can’t leave it like this for morning class?” I glanced mortified of the evidence over his shoulder.

A school girl loafer, a tie on the piano, pink panties… A stain on the stool.

Gerald was already walking out in the hallway.

“I’ll come back right after I’ve written you a note and talked to Miss Helve. I need to wipe down the piano. I can see your little ass on it.” He laughed and I swatted him on his chest.

My face was all pink, all the way to Gerald’s little house on the school grounds to the east.

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