He took her hand and led her back to her desk, seating himself in her chair. He glanced at the stack of essays, noting the plentiful red marks on the ...ne she'd been grading. “Grading going well?” “These aren't the best efforts I've seen,” Melissa responded, settling herself on his lap, careful to avoid his leg holster with his duty weapon. Shawn ran his callused palm up her bare leg, pushing her dress high on her thighs. Melissa purred in pleasure and wiggled her ass on his lap. “Did you like. I know you don't understand yet, I didn't either when I first arrived. I spent months trying to resist and subvert my behavioral controller until I finally fully accepted it. What you will find is that the act of resisting is paradoxical. On the one hand it can feel like you are holding out, beating the conditioning, but in fact what is happening is that the controller is mapping your resistance pathways, and once they are mapped it can associate them with discomfort. It will start to feel. "Kitten likes", he growled. I hiked my knees up, losing more and more control of my nervousness and wanting more of him. desires, his every move thus far perfection, and just what I had imagined. Pressing my knees to his back, proof that I was reacting the way I normally had, insatiable for more of him. The blindfold twisted around as my head fell from side to side, and quickly he pulled it back over my eyes, then spanked my pussy hard. "Bad kitty baby, keep still!" Somehow the spankings. The voices stopped. I heard the door to the room open then close. Presuming it was my lover, I lay there with my eyes closed and breathing even, hoping he wasn’t in one of ‘those’ moods. I didn’t really want to make love in my friend’s spare bed. Heck, to be honest I didn’t want my lover to touch me in that way at all, so I figured pretending to be asleep was a good option. I sensed someone standing near my bed, so close if I’d moved my arm I could have touched them. Fingertips touched first my.