She came in, closed the door, and gave me a really, fantastic kiss on the mouth.When I finally had a chance to breathe, she said, “Mom told me what ...appened and I was really, mad at her, but I was more worried about you.”“Don’t be, Baby. I can take care of myself. Would it be totally inappropriate for me to tell you that I love you?”“No! Because I love you just as much. And I don’t care if it’s wrong or immoral or anything else.”We heard the call ‘Dinner, ‘ and headed downstairs together. And I dropped to my knees."Crawl over to me!"I leaned down onto my hands and slowly crawled over to her. Ooh man, how was she going to punish me, I thought. I was sad that I displeased my Mistress and that I messed up and forgot to call her my Mistress, for that is what she is. But part of me was excited too, as I loved her being in control. I could feel myself getting wetter as I crawled over to her, only stopping when I got to her. I stayed on my hands and knees, not wanting to displease her. On the way to our rooms, she stopped me. She hoped she hadn't embarrassed me with her comments. "I had to be honest," she said. I told her that I was stunned, that no one had ever said I was attractive, and I was grateful to her. "You are more than, attractive, Pete. I hope you don't mind my telling you my panties get wet when I look at you in class." I was shocked! Teachers just didn't talk like that. Embarrassed, I said goodnight and went to my room.Next Monday, as she stood in front of class. " I'll run to the bathroom and get some toilet paper to clean my mess from your leg," I said apologetically."Thank you." Would you like me to put my shorts on before I get out of bed?" I asked."Would you mind?" she replied with a smile.I pulled my shorts on and went to the bathroom and when I returned; she had her bra back on and her panties were in her hand. I handed her the toilet tissue and she moved her hand under the covers to wipe my cum from her leg.She wriggled back into her panties.