Page 53 of Make Me Learn
"Come here, my pet," he commanded, his voice taking on that dominant and commanding edge that always got to me.
I stood up and walked toward him, not entirely sure what he had in mind, but knowing that my submissive instincts kicked in automatically around him.
He reached over and brushed his thumb against my bottom lip, and I obediently parted them, waiting for his next move. But he didn't do anything further.
"Kneel," he commanded, and I immediately dropped to my knees, my hands assuming their usual position in this submissive stance.
Running a hand over my bowed head, he moved behind me. I couldn't see what he was doing, but I heard the door lock, signaling his intentions. Soon enough, he was close to me again.
"Let's have a little pop quiz, shall we? I've got the current reading material right here. I'll ask you questions, and for every wrong answer, you'll be punished."
As I knelt there, anticipation and a flicker of nervousness coursed through me. The idea of being quizzed and punished for incorrect answers added a new layer of intensity to our dynamic. I trusted Ash completely, knowing he would push me just enough to help me grow and learn, both academically and in our shared desires.
He began the quiz, his voice firm and commanding as he posed questions about the assigned reading. My mind raced to recall the details, striving to provide correct answers to avoid punishment. With each question, I answered to the best of my ability, hoping my preparation and dedication would shine through.
For each question I answered correctly, Ash rewarded me with a gentle stroke or a soothing caress, his actions conveying his pride in my progress. But when I stumbled and gave an incorrect response, the atmosphere shifted. I knew it was wrong the moment it left my mouth, and a mix of apprehension and anticipation surged through me as I braced myself for the consequences.
"That's one," he stated, before continuing with his questions.
As the quiz progressed, I became acutely aware of the consequences awaiting me for each incorrect answer. Ash's voice remained steady and commanding, his questions delving deep into my understanding. I strived to provide accurate responses, eager to please him and avoid further punishment.
But despite my best efforts, I faltered again, my answer falling short of his expectations. The weight of my mistake settled upon me, mingling with a growing vulnerability. Ash's voice sliced through the air, carrying a firmness that sent shivers down my spine.
"That's two," he declared, a tinge of disappointment in his tone. I dug my nails into my legs, determination and apprehension rising within me. I knew I needed to refocus, to prove my commitment to both my studies and our connection.
He continued the quiz, posing the next question. The pressure mounted as I deliberated over my response, my mind racing to retrieve the knowledge I had acquired. This time, I managed to give a correct answer, a spark of relief igniting within me.
Ash's response was immediate, a gentle stroke against my cheek offering a momentary respite from the tension. But as the quiz went on, I found myself making further mistakes, stumbling over my words, and feeling the weight of Ash's disappointment with each wrong answer.
"That makes five incorrect answers, little Star. Do you think that's acceptable?" he inquired.
I stammered, unsure of my response. "Um, perhaps? It's not entirely terrible, Sir," I murmured.
"Let's make it six, simply for your brattiness," he declared.
My eyes widened just moments before his hand pressed firmly on the center of my back, propelling me forward. "Hands on the floor, pet," he commanded.
Following his command, I positioned my hands flat on the floor, ready to comply. He moved in front of me, placing the open book between my outstretched hands.
"Now, you're gonna read the next sections until I tell you to stop. And for every stumble or falter, I'll add another number. You need to learn to focus even when there are distractions. Got it?" he explained, his voice dripping with authority.
I nodded, feeling my heart pound in my chest as the weight of the task settled upon me. Clearing my throat, I saw that it was the current assigned reading, opened to exactly where the rest of the class was assigned. I began reading aloud, trying to make my voice as strong as possible.
As soon as I started reading, he moved behind me once again. Just having him there, out of sight, was distracting. I didn't know what he had planned, but I remained focused on my reading.
Just when I was finding my rhythm, his hands gripped my hips and lifted them, adjusting my kneeling position. I wavered for a moment, almost stumbling, but managed to regain my composure. A sense of anticipation washed over me as his hands slowly traveled up my legs, hiking my skirt up to my waist. The sensations threatened to overwhelm me, but I was determined to stay focused and not disappoint him further.
He squeezed and caressed my ass cheeks, planting a gentle kiss on one before moving to the other. Then, his hands guided my knees further apart. My heart raced, knowing that whatever he had in mind, the number wasn't going to stop at six.
Without warning, a sudden, sharp slap against my exposed ass cheek sent a jolt of heat, pain, and desire coursing through my body. My words stumbled and faltered, disrupted by the intense sensations that surged through me.
His hand soothingly smoothed over my tingling flesh, his touch both comforting and electrifying. "That's seven now, Star. Keep reading and don't stop," he commanded, his voice a blend of sternness and encouragement.
My voice shook slightly as I continued reading, the intensity of the situation heightening my awareness. Each word became a battle, a test of my ability to maintain focus in the face of pleasure and pain.
Despite the wavering in my voice, I pressed on, the words intertwining with the whirlwind of sensations that engulfed me. I fought to keep my concentration, my voice occasionally quivering under the weight of my arousal and the lingering sting on my ass.
When his hand delivered the next sharp slap to my other ass cheek, I was determined not to stumble. I managed to continue, with only a hitch in my breathing and voice.
