“Because it was clear last time that inflicting pain on you wasn’t exactly the punishment you deserved.” I narrow my eyes. “More of a reward, if anything.”
Camilla turns a deep shade of red and focuses on her desk. “I see.” I notice the flash of disappointment in her honey brown eyes before she looks away and wonder if I’m mistaken. She surely can’t want me to subject her to the same brutality I did a few days ago. There’s no doubt her bruises and the cut won’t have healed, as I took it pretty damn far.
“Wait here and while I’m gone, write the following sentence fifty times. ‘I will not be late again.’” I tap her notebook.
She opens it to a blank page. “Yes, sir.”
I watch as she lifts her pen to her lips and chews on the end of it innocently.
The image is anything but innocent to me. I shift my hardening cock in my too tight briefs and try to ignore the clawing desire burning in my gut. It takes all my willpower to move away from her and walk into my basement to fetch the items for her punishment. Camilla Morrone is a fucking goddess and the things I want to do to her are driving me crazy.
Humiliation is an entirely different form of punishment and one I rarely use on students. However, Camilla is immune to corporal punishment, so I have little choice. Once in the basement, I select a collar and leash which should fit her.
Camilla is going to experience what it’s like to be reduced to nothing more than a pet. I fear I may enjoy this far more than she will. I clench my fists around the leather in my hand, feeling that clawing desire to lose control with her burrowing deeper into my veins.
Once I return, Camilla’s still scribbling on the notepad. She doesn’t even notice me enter, keeping her eyes down. I have nothing to occupy myself with except for watching her, waiting for her to finish.
Math isn’t my strong suit. I’ve been roped into standing in temporarily, but wouldn’t know the first fucking thing about marking the assignments everyone handed in. Professor Davidson is strong at math, so she’s going to mark them until we find a suitable replacement.
Oak was hasty firing Professor Jameson for making a pass at him, but it’s clear that for Oak, anyone who opposes his relationship with Eva is the enemy in his eyes. The man is possessive of her like I’ve never seen before. Hell, like me, I’ve literally never seen him have a relationship until now.
Camilla’s eyes dart up from her paper and she drops her pen, her attention fixed on the leather items in my hand.
“Finished?” I ask.
She nods in response, still staring at the items. “Yes, sir. What are those?”
“No questions,” I say, taking a seat behind my desk.
Her throat bobs, and she falls silent as I watch her.
“Stand and come to me.”
She does as she’s told, even though her steps are hesitant.
Gone entirely is the sexy vixen who wanted to seduce her sadistic professor. I wonder if I was right all along and Camilla doesn’t have what it takes to stomach my depravity. After she climaxed from pain alone, I was convinced that she could.
“Kneel.”
Her eyes widen, but she doesn’t question me. I’ve never met such a naturally submissive girl in all my life. Whether it’s in her nature or born from her desperate need to please me, I don’t know, and I don’t really care.
“I’m going to put this collar on you.” I wrap the leather strap around her neck and fasten it and then attach the leash to the collar. “For this period, you are going to be my little pet. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
“Sir,” I bark.
She swallows hard. “Yes, sir.”
“Good, now I want you to get on your hands and knees next to me facing the classroom, so I can use you as a footrest.”
Her eyes widen slightly, but she does as she’s told. I groan when I see her on all fours, feeling my cock getting harder by the second. Removing my shoes, I slide my feet onto her back and use her as a human piece of furniture.
“I don’t expect you to move a muscle until I say you can move. Do you understand?”
She shudders slightly at the tone of my voice. “Yes.”
I grind my teeth. “Yes, what?”