The Local Girl Ch. 02 by MiloXarts,MiloXarts

Different scientific and practice-oriented approaches went through her mind. Pavlov and his dogs, subliminal persuasion, hypnosis. There were plenty of things she could test. She had to be subtle, though.

On the other hand, she remembered someone saying, ‘You can be talked into anything, especially if you want it.’ She took a glance at the blonde in her arms.

“Would it be challenging to develop an addiction in you, pet? I would love to see you being able to achieve orgasm only in the most intense state of shame and humiliation,” Amy thought without saying a single word and felt her pussy moisten. To play with the blond made her hornier than expected! She would love to push the blonde’s face into her hot sex and knew Amber would want it too. But she had to be patient! The slut had to learn it was a privilege to pleasure her.

— The new rules —

“Everything okay now, pet?” Amy asked and pushed Amber a little away from her to show into her eyes.

“Yes, Miss,” Amber nodded.

“Now look at me,” Amy began, taking Anber’s hand into hers. “You feel ashamed because you should. You are embarrassed? Of course, because you should be. And you feel humiliated by what you’ve done? Yes, of course, you do,” continued Amy, while Amber’s face was burning with shame. However, the blonde’s nipples straightened up what Amy didn’t miss. “But you must know I loved what I’ve seen. And, Amber,” Amy lifted Amber’s head using her fingers to look straight into her eyes, “no matter how much you disgrace yourself for me or how pathetic you feel. I love it as much as you do. And you are my girl, my little sub slut. And maybe I could fall in love with you.”

The words reached Amber. All doubts and dark clouds dissolved over her. She felt that she was falling in love with Amy.

“Can… Can I touch you, Miss, or kiss you?” she asked.

“Not yet, pet. As I told you, you have to earn it. Do you remember to be a good girl?”

“Yes, Miss,” answered Amber meekly, feeling horny again.

“Now, I want you to take all your clothes off and wipe the floor naked. Do you understand? I don’t want your clothes to get messy while you do it.”

Amber knew Amy wanted to see her humiliated again, but she wanted it too. She wanted it for her Mistress. Nodding only, she removed her skirt, top, and bra and within seconds, she stood with her arms crossed over her mound.

“Keep your hands on your back, pet. Don’t cover anything from me,” Amy said, and went to the lockers, opened one, and withdrew a staple of paper towels.

“Now, get on your hands and knees and clean the floor,” she said, giving a bunch of the paper towels to Amber. “We don’t want someone to slip on the puddle here, do we?” Amy said, amused. “For any reason, I will get a ‘slippery when wet’ sign for the next time,” she added. Amber felt a jolt of shame running down her spine as she heard the words, then she got down on her hands and knees.

She wiped her squirt obediently off the floor, crawling around. Her big tits bounced under her, increasing her embarrassment. At the same time, her body betrayed her again. Her cunt began to moisten, and she knew it was only a matter of time until it started to leak on the floor.

“Arch your back, slut!” demanded Amy. Amber followed, spread her legs a little more, and pushed her ass higher, arching her back. “Your cunt seems to be happy again,” Amy laughed at her.

Wallowing in her lust and shame, the blonde didn’t notice as Amy approached with an old, long wooden ruler in her hands.

“It’s enough, pet,” said Amy. “Get up and put your clothes back on,” she instructed, and Amber followed. Her face was red, but her pupils were wide, and her nipples seemed rock hard.

After a short while, Amber was wearing her bra, top, and skirt again. Although without the wet panties underneath.

“Now, kiss me on my cheek and say you love me and thank me,” ordered Amy, pointing at her left cheek.

Amber leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on the black girl’s skin. The scent and the touch made her heart flutter.

“I love you, Miss, and thank you,” she whispered, dreaming of being allowed to do so much more.

“Well done, pet. But before we leave, I still want to talk about a few simple rules for you. Rule one, you will always greet me that way when we are not on campus. Rule two, from now you will edge at least three times each day and have only one ruined orgasm a day when you are not with me. Rule three, the first time you edge yourself is before leaving for courses. Every day, no exceptions! And the last rule for today, only in my presence and only if I allow it you will be allowed to cum. Got it?

“Yes, Miss,” answered Amber honestly.

“Do you know what edging and ruined orgasms are?” asked Amy.

“No, Miss.”

“But you have a computer and internet, right? Google it, learn about it and practice it.” Amy paused for a few seconds. “I know I can’t control it whether you edge or make you cum. But I will find it in your eyes sooner or later, pet. And you remember what I said about lies, don’t you? Will you behave?”

“I promise, I’ll behave myself, Miss,” answered Amber, having only a vague idea what Amy was talking about. Edging? Ruined orgasms? She had to google it!

“And, last but not least,” said Amy. “I think you should get punished for your nasty intrigue against me. Don’t you think, pet?”

Amber looked at the wooden ruler and shivered with fear but wondered how it felt. Her last spanking was long ago.

“I guess I should, Miss,” she answered, indeed feeling guilty.

Amy pushed out a seat and sat down on it.

“Now, girl, over my lap,” she ordered. Amber lay down across the black girl’s thighs with a new wave of shame and flushed face. “Hands on your back!” called Amy, and as Amber obeyed, Amy lifted the blonde’s skirt, tugged it under her crossed hands. Then holding them tight, she grabbed the wooden ruler using her other hand. “Hold still, and don’t dare to scream pet!” Without further explanations, she began to whip Amber’s naked bubble butt using the ruler.

Amber suppressed to scream, but the pain was too intense to hold back her tears. Each blow made her writhe a little, and then she started to sob, feeling like a naughty little girl over her parent’s lap. Nevertheless, exactly that feeling of helplessness and the humiliating position, especially for a grown-up woman, recalled her deepest, most secret, and depraved desires as she pictured lying over John, her stepfather’s lap. Even the forgotten memories of the summer vacation at aunt Hellen’s farm as she got a few smacks on her cut-off shorts in front of her cousins came back in vivid colors now. And the embarrassment grew inside of Amber as she realized how wet she became and that Amy would notice it.

After the first ten blows, Amber’s buttocks became hot and red, and here and there appeared deep red welt on them. Amy heard the blonde sobbing while continuing smacking her ass. She wondered even how obedient Amber laid over her lap. Of course, she wiggled a little after each blow but endured the punishment well. And after a few more smacks with the ruler, Amy noticed the sensual dance of Amber’s buttocks. Each time the blonde slut on her lap arched her back for the smack and then pushed her pelvis down, pressing her mound against her thigh. And it didn’t escape Amy’s attention, of course, how Amber’s girly juices trickled on her nylons, making her smile wickedly, knowing it wasn’t the last punishment. But this time, she didn’t want to exaggerate. Amber’s ass was already red, and several marks the wooden ruler left were clearly visible.

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