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that pushed her so far over the edge, or the bond that she now felt with Toffer? She had a feeling it was a mixture of both.
“I’ve never. Felt. Anything.” She took several deep breaths and collapsed on the bed, a large smile spreading across her face.
“Shush, little one. It’s all right. Breathe deep.”
Grace didn’t know how long she struggled to regain control over her breathing. Her clit was pounding and her nipples felt as if they were on fire. And she’d never been so satisfied in her life.
“Lolly-girl? Are you still breathing?”
Grace could hear the humor and satisfaction in Toffer’s voice.
“Yes, Master. Thank you so much.”
“Just a taste of what’s to come. Sleep well, little Lolly.”
“But what about you?”
“Don’t worry about me. Worry about doing as you’re told. Goodnight, Lolly.”
“Goodnight, Master.”
The phone line went dead and Grace smiled. She felt needed, wanted, and loved. It was almost as if the entire day of accusations had never happened. Almost.
Chapter Seven
Note to self: You can teach your students best by having faith in yourself, and not letting false statements get you down.
To Do List:
Meet with Frank Medina and Watson after school
Try and write more on novel
Try not to let your students see how upset you are
Try and concentrate on work
Grace stared at her planner. Her note said to believe in herself, yet since the accusations of blackmail had surfaced, her To Do List had changed from do to try. She took a calming breath and looked around the room. Her students were deep into a pop quiz on Julius Caesar and the room was eerily quiet.
She’d been very careful with what she said to students, and very careful to make sure an adult office aide was present when she met with a student privately. That way no accusations could come up.
Her only real pleasures came from her daily phone calls with Toffer. She’d been very impressed that he started each conversation by asking how she was feeling, and what had happened that day. He’d encouraged her to get a lawyer, and she’d followed his advice.
Preston Stewart worked for the state teachers’ association, and had been very helpful in guiding Grace through the ins and outs of what could, and probably would, happen.
“If they decide to hold an official investigation, don’t be surprised if they suspend you during that time,” Preston had said on Friday when she’d talked to him. “It’s standard procedure. It will probably be with pay, so you shouldn’t have to worry about that.”
Grace bit her lip as she thought about being suspended. She’d been teaching for more than fifteen years and nothing like this had ever happened to her. It made her sick to her stomach to think about it.
It was now Monday, and she was scheduled to meet with Medina and Watson after school. And she had a feeling that the meeting would not be pleasant. She thought back to her time with Master last night. She loved their sessions, and the wonderful feelings, both physical and mental, that she felt.
They’d played with most of the toys in her box, except for the clit clamp. Master told her he wanted to see her face the first time it was attached, wanted to guide her through it and be there to experience it with her physically.
She turned her attention back to her students and tried not to worry about the meeting. Ten minutes before the end of the school day, Preston arrived at her classroom door. He smiled and nodded to students, and when they were gone he gave Grace pointers on how to act.
“Don’t lose your temper,” he said. “That would be the worst thing that could happen. Let me do the talking. Don’t accuse Watson of sexual harassment. If it comes down to a hearing, I will bring that up at the proper time. I’ve already alluded to it in my letters to Medina and the board, so it won’t be out of left field. The most important thing today is keeping your cool.”
Grace repeated
“I’ve never. Felt. Anything.” She took several deep breaths and collapsed on the bed, a large smile spreading across her face.
“Shush, little one. It’s all right. Breathe deep.”
Grace didn’t know how long she struggled to regain control over her breathing. Her clit was pounding and her nipples felt as if they were on fire. And she’d never been so satisfied in her life.
“Lolly-girl? Are you still breathing?”
Grace could hear the humor and satisfaction in Toffer’s voice.
“Yes, Master. Thank you so much.”
“Just a taste of what’s to come. Sleep well, little Lolly.”
“But what about you?”
“Don’t worry about me. Worry about doing as you’re told. Goodnight, Lolly.”
“Goodnight, Master.”
The phone line went dead and Grace smiled. She felt needed, wanted, and loved. It was almost as if the entire day of accusations had never happened. Almost.
Chapter Seven
Note to self: You can teach your students best by having faith in yourself, and not letting false statements get you down.
To Do List:
Meet with Frank Medina and Watson after school
Try and write more on novel
Try not to let your students see how upset you are
Try and concentrate on work
Grace stared at her planner. Her note said to believe in herself, yet since the accusations of blackmail had surfaced, her To Do List had changed from do to try. She took a calming breath and looked around the room. Her students were deep into a pop quiz on Julius Caesar and the room was eerily quiet.
She’d been very careful with what she said to students, and very careful to make sure an adult office aide was present when she met with a student privately. That way no accusations could come up.
Her only real pleasures came from her daily phone calls with Toffer. She’d been very impressed that he started each conversation by asking how she was feeling, and what had happened that day. He’d encouraged her to get a lawyer, and she’d followed his advice.
Preston Stewart worked for the state teachers’ association, and had been very helpful in guiding Grace through the ins and outs of what could, and probably would, happen.
“If they decide to hold an official investigation, don’t be surprised if they suspend you during that time,” Preston had said on Friday when she’d talked to him. “It’s standard procedure. It will probably be with pay, so you shouldn’t have to worry about that.”
Grace bit her lip as she thought about being suspended. She’d been teaching for more than fifteen years and nothing like this had ever happened to her. It made her sick to her stomach to think about it.
It was now Monday, and she was scheduled to meet with Medina and Watson after school. And she had a feeling that the meeting would not be pleasant. She thought back to her time with Master last night. She loved their sessions, and the wonderful feelings, both physical and mental, that she felt.
They’d played with most of the toys in her box, except for the clit clamp. Master told her he wanted to see her face the first time it was attached, wanted to guide her through it and be there to experience it with her physically.
She turned her attention back to her students and tried not to worry about the meeting. Ten minutes before the end of the school day, Preston arrived at her classroom door. He smiled and nodded to students, and when they were gone he gave Grace pointers on how to act.
“Don’t lose your temper,” he said. “That would be the worst thing that could happen. Let me do the talking. Don’t accuse Watson of sexual harassment. If it comes down to a hearing, I will bring that up at the proper time. I’ve already alluded to it in my letters to Medina and the board, so it won’t be out of left field. The most important thing today is keeping your cool.”
Grace repeated
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