---Sindisiwe's perspective---

I walk towards the enormous man who's dressed in brown corduroy trousers and a matching waistcoat over a white shirt, a cherry flavoured lollypop in my mouth and my hair freshly spun up into two space buns on the top of my head by the styliser.

He's sitting in an upholstered swivel chair at a large desk, his back to me, a whip thin, metre long rod leaning against its side.

I can hear the scratching of a nib over rough paper.

He seems completely absorbed in his writing.

"Hey, Teach!" I greet him in English, playfully tapping him on the shoulder.

"It's after hours, Ledger. Please return to your dorm…" pronounces the large man in a calm but stern voice without turning to face me.

"I keep telling you to call me 'Cindy', Teach! Waaaaay cuter!" I tease without acknowledging the dismissal.

"And I keep telling you to call me 'Mr Friedman' or 'Sir', young lady… but it seems as if neither of us shall have our way on that issue, now doesn't it?" retorts the stuffily dressed brunet, dryly, steel nibbed pen still scratching along.

"You could always start calling me 'Cindy', Teach(?)… Then I'd get my way at least(!)" I grin.

"Why are you here at this hour, Ledger?" he demands in a level but forceful tone.

"Oh, right, yeah… It's about my report, Teach…" I say, sheepishly "…I got a look at the draft… You can't send that home to my mum and dad!"

"Can't I now, Ledger?" he poses, the tiniest bit of mirth creeping into his upper class drawl "Was it… inaccurate in some way? Did I write something… untrue about you?"

"Well, no… but they'll skin me alive if they read that!" I object.

"How your parents choose to discipline you for your poor conduct this term is not my business, Ledger… If anything, I welcome the possibility that they might cause you to finally take your studies seriously and cease your constant misbehaviour and disruption." he states.

"No, Teach! You don't understand! They'll-"

"No, Miss Ledger… it is you who does not understand… At this school, we both have our duties… our roles we must perform: Your duties are to learn and to behave well enough that you do not disrupt the learning of others. My duties are to teach you and to report on how well you are learning and behaving… Simply because you have failed in your duties, it does not mean that I may fail in mine. Good night, young lady." he says, really mastering the 'I'm not angry, just disappointed' tone of a killjoy teacher.

I stare at the back of his head for a moment, feeling an actual bit of genuine panic from the no-win-scenario my character's currently in, even knowing it's just part of the scene!

"I'll do…*gulp*… anything you want if you just change my report… Sir… And I mean… aaaaanything!" I say, doing a good job of reproducing the awkward, nervous seduction of a teenaged girl; one who knows of sex and, like, gets that it could be used as a bargaining chip in this kind of scenario but doesn't really have any idea what she's doing beyond that.

"What I want, Ledger, is for you not to give me reason to write a similar report next term. If you can oblige me in that regard, I will oblige you with an improved report… at that time… I'm afraid it's too late for this one."

"Teach, I-!"

"Miss Ledger!" he thunders, finally angry, rising from his seat and drawing up to an utterly looming height!

I choose to not override my startled impulse to back away from him by several metres!

Turning around, he starts "I have made myself very cl-" before he cuts himself off, seeing my outfit.

The giant man stands there gobsmacked for several long moments, staring down at me through his hornrimmed glasses.

Eventually, he stammers "G-good God, girl!… What on Earth are you wearing!?"

---Aaron's perspective---

Not an hour ago, my wife and I were returning to our room, her complaining of needing to be thoroughly 'put in her place' after another long day of playing at the role of 'indomitable Terran warrior queen' with the Vrakhand and Twigg as well as with our subordinates and GU counterparts(!)

I agreed, on the stipulation that it wouldn't be raceplay on this occasion (as I would have found it a tad dull to play the 'eeeeevil white man' archetype for the fifth time this month!)

These things do need a little time to breathe, afterall(!)

That requirement ruled out a third of the sets in the costume collection, her then rejecting the rest for not matching her current mood.

I suggested Domming her out of costume but that too was rejected.

Finally, she brought up the shopping app on her holo and started to browse for ones that caught her fancy to print.

After 10 minutes of that, her face lit up and she showed me the costume I was to wear.

She immediately had the entire scenario ready as if she'd been planning it for days… despite, only minutes before, having been on the search for it!

She pitched it to me with all the feverish enthusiasm of an excited show runner who was courting a wealthy investor to secure the funds to have her series made(!)

I needed to correct a few inaccuracies but, by and large, she created the whole scenario on the spot; the setting of an English boarding school and time period of the early 20th Century, the Anglicisation of her name (and the fact that I was to refuse to call her 'Cindy'), her persona as a troublesome, bratty student with a poor report she was desperate to have overturned, my persona as the stick in the mud disciplinarian with no interest in her wiles… All of it!

What she did not enlighten me to, however, was the outfit she had chosen for herself!

Its revealing nature is not what shocks me (as she quickly decided that dresscode violations for 'overly revealing clothes' would be what initiated her punishment)… rather, it's that the clothes she's wearing look around 70-90 years and an entire ocean removed from mine!

Where I'm playing the part of an Edwardian English schoolmaster, her fluorescent, neon pink croptop, fullmoon glasses, shoes and her (similarly garish) neon purple miniskirt make her look like she's stepped straight out of a Stateser highschool from the 1980s!

The thin fabric of the blindingly pink top has two raised points at the front of her weighty chest, creating obvious silhouettes of her perky nipples headlighting through and making very clear that she's wearing no brassiere beneath it.

The toned muscles of her arms, stomach and especially legs are also fully exposed to an extent that anyone from my time period would find utterly scandalous!

Her hair is neatly wound up in double buns on top of her head and she has a lollypop stick protruding from her mouth, held daintily between the fingers of her right hand… and explaining the synthetic cherry smell.

I would've been less thrown by her being in full lingerie!

She gestures to her absurd getup with her left hand and grins "My outfit?… Makes me look sooooo cute, right!"

Deciding to stick to my guns about the time period and location my character inhabits, I damn "It makes you look like a harlot, Ledger!… A woman of loose virtue! You're practically naked! It's utterly disgraceful to this school, to me and to yourself!"

"D'awwww(!) Teeeach(?!) You're breaking my heart(!)" she smirks, brattily.

"Did you truly think that the best way to convince me to rewrite your shoddy report was to come to my lodgings after hours, dressed like a trollop, speaking with wildly inappropriate disrespect to me and sucking on a sweet I must presume you stole from the tuck shop on your way here?!"

She shrugs dismissively (in a way that I can see being utterly infuriating if I were actually her teacher and her actually my pupil!) and brats "Kinda, Teach… Figured a man like you might have some… use for a 'woman of loose virtue'(!)… I'm guessing you don't get out of the school too much(?)"

Acting like I'm holding back my fury, I growl "Miss Ledger… Leave now… return to your dorm… take off that ludicrous outfit you're wearing and never let me see you in any part of it again and I shall forget this ever happened…" turning back to the desk and making to sit down.

She pretends to consider for a moment before simply answering "Mmmmm… No."

I turn back to her, painting disgust on my face as I demand "No?!"

"Yeeeah… I'm not leaving without you redoing my report, Teach… You want me out of these clothes so much? How about you take them off me then(?)" she says, pulling the lollypop from her mouth while seductively sealing her lips around it to create a loud *pop*.

---Sindisiwe's perspective---

Here it comes!

By far the hottest thing my publicly cool, calm and collected husband does!

The moment where he 'snaps' and puts me well. and. truuuly. in my rightful place!

The moment he reminds me that, though I'm an admiral, though he's my subordinate on paper, though I shout and roar and scare people into obeying my every order in public and though I'm a capable fighter with a toned body and a rockin' sixpack… in his presence, I'm just a girl!

I'm more than 30cm shorter than him and not even ⅔ his mass!

I'm his to use, abuse and dominate as he wishes!

His to bind!

His to punish!

His to tame!

His… to treat as he sees fit!

It's nothing more or less than the Sovereignty of Nature! He the Osprey… and I the fish(!)

The frightening man straightens his back, glaring down at me as his chest rises and falls with angry breaths.

Then, he seems to calm for a moment, taking off his glasses and placing them down on the desk, unbuttoning his waistcoat and laying it down on the seat, undoing his bowtie to drop it down with the waistcoat before turning back to me and, in a superficially calm voice, utterly menacing "You shall regret making that request, Ledger… I will make sure of it!"

He positively explodes towards me with all the power and ferocity of a yakwaZulu leopard!

He swats the half finished lollypop from my hand, causing it to shatter on the floor, and, the next instant, has me entirely restrained in his arms as he wrestles my shirt off me over my head, taking my cute glasses away with it.

I don't have to playact at all about how utterly overwhelming he is!

As strong as I am, the gulf between my physicality and his is probably similar to that between the average teenaged girl and the average full grown man!

My captor wrestles my arms behind me and locks my left against his inner thigh, his right arm wrapping around and under mine to come to the left elbow and keep it from bending.

"HEEEEEEEEL-mph!?" I start screaming, only to be cut off by his left hand producing a handkerchief from his breast pocket, expediently stuffing it into my mouth and clamping it in place.

Unable to contain myself from grinning stupidly under his hand, I turn my eyes up and over my left shoulder at the face of the absurdly powerful man!

My restrained right arm wraps under his and fruitlessly pulls at his right elbow, as if I could free myself that way…

I keep screaming through my wadded and handgagged mouth.

Fury in his eyes, the titan pinches my nose between his thumb and forefinger to cut off my air entirely!

I scream even harder (though it's much less effective at making noise without anywhere for the air to escape!)

Holding me topless and restrained in his suffocating, iron grip, the disciplinarian seethes down at me "You never did quiiiiite understand the phrase 'seen and not heard', did you Ledger(?!)…It's such a shame too! You would be rather a pretty little thing were it not for all of the nettlesome inanities that tumble from this obstreperous mouth of yours!"

"Ngff ghh FNNG?!" I muffle through the hand denying me air and crushing my cheeks.

Briefly relaxing his grip a little, he closes his eyes, brings his nose just above my ear and steals a subtle but undeniable sensual breath of my hair (and, in the process, completely ruins any chance of me being able to put these panties back on later without running them through a forge first(!)) before retightening his hands on my flesh, opening his eyes and snarling "Allow me to take a more hands-on approach to your correction(!)"

He irresistibly propels me ahead of him, back across the ground he just launched himself over to reach me.

My hips are slammed into the desk and my front forcefully folded down onto it!

The grip is removed from my mouth as two strong hands take my wrists and twist my arms behind me to lock them over my back!

I pretend to be trying to eject the sodden wadding from my mouth, blowing air past it and pushing it with my tongue enough to get it halfway out.

A long strip of brown fabric comes in front of it and is immediately drawn tight between my teeth, reseating the stuffgag.

It takes a moment for me to realise that he's just detective gagged me with his own bowtie!

Still holding me pinned to his desk, he bends down to open the bottom drawer.

I hear a metallic jingle as he withdraws something?

I vainly struggle as I feel a long length of leather being wound around my forearms, pulled tight and buckled closed, biting into my skin as it is.

"Now, Ledger…" he growls down at me, yanking up my miniskirt and pulling my panties halfway down my thighs to expose my arse "…I think, for but the first part of your looooong overdue punishment…"

Holding me down with his left and reaching across me to collect the thing propped against the desk, he gives it a vicious sounding *fwoosh* through the air.

A case of literary theft: this tale is not rightfully on Amazon; if you see it, report the violation.

"…the cane!"

---Aaron's perspective---

My wife's very ample bosom squashes against the table I'm pinning her to as her beautifully shapely, naked bottom trembles between her drawn up skirt and her drawn down knickers.

I give the instrument of discipline in my right hand a few more taunting swishes through the air, making the helpless submissive flinch each time.

Not wanting to know when it's coming, she's looking away to the far side of the desk instead of trying to fight to see behind her.

She's shaking like a leaf and it's causing every sadistic fibre of me to silently cackle with glee.

Outwardly, however, I remain entirely composed; acting as if I were just a teacher who felt he'd been left no choice but to administer corporal punishment on an unruly pupil.

I bring the rod, ever so gently, to rest across the well muscled backside of, school terror, 'Cynthia Ledger', causing her to quiver and let out a quiet, involuntary moan of fear.

Absolutely relishing (as I always do) in the power this incredible woman has surrendered to me, I give her five more seconds to fearfully wonder just when the first lash will come… then, as fast as lightning, I draw the thin cane to behind my shoulder and streak it forth to *CRACK* against the mouthwatering flesh that's in want of punishment!

My wife screams through her gag and writhes from the pain, her torso ineffectually attempting to thrash about beneath my left arm, the fingers of her bound hands twisting in agony, her feet tapping against the floor and her knees knocking against the desk drawers.

Taking but a moment to savour her cries, I reel back again and strike her even harder.

The reaction is even more delicious the second time, her spine arching upwards as her eyes crease and her body is wracked with sobbing, stifled screams!

Again and again and again, my rod swishes back… then cracks forward…

Sindy always says 'If I can sit down the next day without wincing, you haven't done a good enough job tanning my hide!'

Knowing this, I don't hold back!

I release my full force against her with each lash (knowing that the insignificant mass of the cane will keep it from doing any real damage) to bring us both the rapturous ecstasy of her pain!

By the time I choose to stop, her backside is raw and inflamed in a way which is visible even through her extremely dark skin, she's 70% sobbing from the pain and 30% laughing hysterically from the masochistic pleasure as rivulets of tears pour down her face.

I stand her back up and she sways woozily.

I take her gagged face between my left thumb and forefinger and point it upwards to force her to meet my eyes.

Blearily, she peers up at me from above her tear streaked cheeks.

"That was the punishment for your insolence, young lady…" I growl at her, under my breath "…as for your punishment for your dress, I think, since you seem so eager to disgrace yourself with this shameless nudity, I can think of no correction more fitting than to give you exactly what you wish(!)"

With that, I thrust her tiny skirt to the floor along with the neon pink knickers.

I seize her in my arms as I come back up and lift her, bodily, through the air to place her up onto the desk.

Bending down to snatch a second belt from the drawer, I manhandle her to prone on the platform, pluck off her fluorescent pink ballet flats and begin binding her ankles in the leather and buckling them through the bonds at her wrists, very effectively hogbelting her to lie naked there.

I give her a push away from me, rolling her onto her back, and then another, rolling her onto her front again, to make her come to rest at the far rear of the table against the wall.

"Now, Ledger…" I say, regaining a touch of the nonchalant, sangfroid I had at the beginning of the scene, though still speaking in a low, slight growl "…you will lie there, dressed as the harlot you apparently wish to be and you will think on your various misdeeds while you watch me… I will be finishing the work you so rudely interrupted earlier and considering what to do with you next!"

I place the waistcoat over the seatback and retake the seat, putting on the glasses, picking up the dip-pen and bringing it to the inkwell before returning it to the old fashioned notebook.

"Nngfff?" mumbles Sindy, dazed and confused.

---Sindisiwe's perspective---

I'm bored, Aaron!…Bored!… This is BOOOOORING!!!

There I was, bound, naked, afraid and horny… completely READY to finally be used to satisfy all of my teacher's sick… twisted desires when, instead, he just put me up here to stew in it all while he teases me by pretending to be more interested in the imaginary work his character was doing before mine showed up to brat at him about her report!!!

My previous fear is being overtaken by anger at him for my unsatisfied lust to be dominated!

Who does he think he is!?

I'm Cynthia Ledger!!!

He can't do this to me!!!

Anyone would agree that a teacher stripping a student naked, gagging her, hogbelting her and caning her alone in his room is a completely disproportionate and inappropriate penalty, regardless of any school rules she might have broken!

No matter how utterly backwards attitudes were about this kind of thing in the 20th Century, no one would be on his side if what he'd done to me got out, so why keep pretending that this is all just normal academic punishment!?

Just take me, Aaron!

Use me!

Abuse me!!!

Make Cindy regret coming here even more than she already does from being caned!!!

Irritated, I am able to flex my core muscles just right to leverage myself up from lying to kneeling.

I awkwardly shuffle myself around to face him, spreading my knees to fill the air with the smell of my dripping pussy, my cheeks slick with tears, my eyes bloodshot from crying and my arse still on fire from the first part of my punishment.

Nevertheless, I stare at him, defiance in my face as my exposed breasts rise and fall from angry, horny, shuddering and pained breaths.

My captor ignores me, apparently not caring about my position so long as I'm still bound, humiliated and displayed on his desk like a hunting trophy(!)

He just keeps writing!?

"Mmmpph!" I object through my handkerchief stuffed mouth "Fmmg mm!"

He keeps ignoring me.

"FMMG M-"

"What part of the nature of the position you are currently in leads you to believe I have any interest at all in hearing your noise, Ledger?… Be silent unless you wish to once again feel the kiss of the lash…" he lazily drawls without looking up from his 'work'.

I consider that… then conclude I'd be looking at diminishing returns in how horny having an even more on fire arse would make me.

I hold my peace, choosing to just glare down at him instead.

At the end of forever, he slams closed his notebook in one hand, causing me to jump.

"Well then, Ledger…" he smiles up at me, taking off his glasses as if nothing at all were amiss "…what. to. do. about. you…?"

The large man drums his fingers against his chin in mock thoughtfulness then reaches the same hand to pick up the cane and extend it across the desk to me.

I cringe away from the instrument of torture as he brings it to my face, caressing me with it as he fixes my helpless body with a hungry stare from his seat.

"I have a… proposal for you, Miss Ledger…"

Wait? What's this? He's going offscript?

"Nnnggf?" I ask, thrashing my chest slightly to make the breasts he's staring at jiggle.

"…rather, I wish to renegotiate your earlier proposal to me…"

Where's he going with this?

He stands, now as much taller than me than I was when he was sitting.

"…You see, Ledger… You weren't wrong that opportunities to court have been… unfortunately lacking in my life… Here I am, approaching my 40th year and with no wife nor prospect of such…"

Ooooh! I seeeee!

"Now, Ledger… You were entirely wrong about the kind of woman I need. I don't wish for some… strumpet or streetwalker, I need to find myself an honest woman!"

Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hooooot!

"And you, Ledger… are no honest woman!"

Fuuuuuck, this is hot!

"You are an unruly brat with nothing but a bleak future ahead of you on your current course… I, however, believe I might be just the man to make you a woman of fine repute…" he says, tapping me on the shoulder with his cane and making me flinch.

He's speaking with all the passion and emotional investment he might show in buying a pocketwatch or having a suit tailored… and it's hot as fuck(!)

"So, Ledger, if you can agree to report back to my lodgings for at least… saaay… four nights a week until the conclusion of your education, to receive private correction of any misbehaviours… if you can agree to wait six months from that point (for the sake of propriety) before announcing to your family that I have wooed you and you wish to be married… and if you can agree to then marry me and spend the rest of your life performing faithfully and dutifully as my wife… I believe I can bring myself to rewrite your report to omit the worst of your misbehaviours this term… What do you say, girl?… I doubt you'll receive a greater offer of marriage at any point in the future…"

I've changed my mind from earlier… It's this… This is the hottest thing Aaron does!

Not snapping and charging at me with the ferocity of a rhino, it's the subtler 'wolf in sheep's clothing', 'snake in the grass', 'shark smelling blood in the water' routine! (Boy the English language sure has a lot of idioms relating to treachery, deception and exploitative opportunism! I'll let you draw your own conclusions about what that says of the character of the English people(!))

I shake my head from side to side, desperately, my eyes widening in horror.

As hot as I find the move he just made, Cynthia Ledger finds the dawning realisation of it utterly terrifying!

"Oh…? No…? I see… In that case, I'll simply have to send the report as I originally wrote it… with the addition of your disgraceful conduct tonight and the correction I was compelled to issue… Is that what you want?"

"Mmm! MMM!" I moan at him through his handkerchief, shaking my head, my wide eyes pleading.

"Well, young lady… those are your choices. Give yourself to a man who might make a respectable woman of you… Or face the well deserved consequences of your actions? What will it be?"

Him leaning into the implied power structures that lie just outside the edge of the scene's fantasy world is positively pantysoaking!… Or… would be… if he'd left me any panties to soak(!)

Him acting like he's doing me a favour; saving me from a lonely and destitute life of ill repute by taking me on as a burden?

Him expertly negotiating the arbitrary twists and turns of the setting's sense of propriety in order to corner me between a rock and a hard place?

Him acting as if he's doing anything other than a hardball negotiation right now?

Acting like he isn't just unilaterally raising the price from Cindy's original offer of her body to his true desires of her freedom and entire future in addition to her body?

Like he isn't planning to make her his permanently indentured cook in the kitchen, maid in the parlour and whore in the bedroom?!

It's utterly intoxicating!

Her brattiness completely defeated, Cindy slumps her head and whimpers "Ngh-Khh…" through my gagged mouth.

"I'm sorry, Ledger… I'm afraid I can't quite comprehend you through the handkerchief. Just nod your head if you're willing to agree to my terms…" calmly.

Consigning herself to a lifetime of sexual slavery to a man more than 20 years her senior, Cindy bobs her head up and down in a pathetic nod.

"That's a good girl, Ledger!" beams the Devil Cynthia just sold her soul to, clapping his hands together "Now, the only question left is one of assurances… My word is my assurance to you that I will honour my side of our little bargain… but how do I know you'll honour yours?"

"Nghf?" muffles the defeated brat who's looking up at him through my fearful eyes.

"Well, young lady… every broken promise you've ever made me about how your marks and behaviour would improve leads me to believe that your trustworthiness will be the most major hurdle in making a respectable wife of you! How do I know that, as soon as you have what you want in hand, you won't simply disavow any deal you ever made for it the moment some handsome young beau catches your eye?" he asks, reaching out to gently squash my cheeks between the fingers of his left hand.

Of course, Cindy has no answer.

She and I both see what the only 'assurance' he might take from us could be.

"*sigh* I suppose I have no choice, have I? There's truly nothing else for it…" he feigns resignation "…I shall simply need to have my way with you, shan't I?… I shall need to compromise you… I must take the honour you so carelessly offered me previously and, by so doing, make you mine… Despoil you… Make you a woman no other man could ever bring himself to claim… Make you one whom only I would have any right to…"

Before I know what's happening, my front hits the desk again while my head is held up to keep it safe from the impact.

My ankles are roughly unbelted and I shriek as I'm lifted bodily through the air.

The giant man hikes me up under his arm, my head pointing behind him, my poor abused arse leading the way above my dangling legs.

He tosses me down on the bed and very briefly unfastens my belted wrists, only to immediately refasten the right at the top right bedpost and the left at the left.

He gets back up, leaving me bound there in this new configuration of the two belts he used to tie me up on the desk, steps away from the bed and bends down to undo his shoelaces before pulling off his boots and socks.

That done, he straightens up to unbutton his shirt and shrug it to the floor.

After that, he unfastens his belt and whips it out of its loops with a dramatic flourish, allowing his corduroy trousers to drop to the ground.

What this 200cm man has just unveiled is a physique no 20th Century schoolteacher ever possessed!

He looks more like a bodybuilder or a superhero than the weedy academic he's playing… Though, I suppose you could make a similar observation about the disparity between my physique and the one that would most likely have been possessed by a girl in her late teens at an English boarding school in the same period!

He remounts the bed, only clad now in his package cradling, white, period underwear, brings his right knee to my pussy and extends his ridiculously muscled arms to the sides, asking "Is this not what you wanted, young lady?… Is this not what you were begging me for?… By acting as a harlot, did you not wish to be taken as a harlot?… As my harlot?… Every time you misbehaved, were you not hoping I would catch and punish you?"

"Mmm-hmmm…" Cindy and I nod up at him, truthfully and pathetically.

"Well, Ledger… You have your wish! From this day forward, I shall be there to correct you whenever you put so much as a toe out of line… Be grateful, young lady!"

"Fhnkhuh, Snh…" I whine through the gag, wiggling my hips to invite him to just go ahead and 'despoil' me already!

"Alright then, Miss Ledger… Time to become the future Mrs Friedman!" he positively leers as he drops his pants.

---Aaron's perspective---

My erect manhood unleashed, I quickly angle my body to line it up with my wife's gloriously aroused womanhood.

I insert myself inside with all the emotion of a bank transaction which, I suppose, from my character's perspective, is all it is(!)

Nothing more than signing his name in the ledger to obtain her character as his property(!)

As a Briton born in the 19th Century, he would see no need to bring anything as messy as emotion into the business of claiming this girl as his future wife(!)

No, no, no, no(!)

That would be downright unEnglish(!)

Sindy gasps and yelps through her gag as my width separates her insides.

I bring a hand to lightly smack her face (nowhere near hard enough to risk a bruise as she still has a fleet to command tomorrow) and chastise "Don't grizzle, girl!… You wanted this… You asked for this… You're receiving it!"

My length buried inside her, I bring my hands to her shoulders, wrap around her upper arms and, instead of working my core to thrust myself in and out of her, push her entire body down onto me, then back off, giving much more of a stiff, upper middle class, early 20th Century English gentleman vibe than the more animalistic way I restrained her for punishment earlier.

As aroused as she is, she quickly climaxes.

I, however, am not finished…

Mr Friedman would not consider his pupil to be claimed as his future wife until he had come inside her! He may well, in fact, have no belief in such a thing as a 'female orgasm' at all(!)

I stiffly continue making love to my wife, playacting as my helpless captive.

A second orgasm builds in her, evident in her face.

Her legs wrap around my waist in a way that would make it thoroughly impossible for a weaker man than I to continue manhandling her up and down my shaft.

Fortunately, as incredible as my wife's leg strength is for a woman her size, my arm strength is incredible for a man my size… which allows me to overpower her with relative ease.

I feel my own pleasure building from the contact with her walls.

I hold for as long as I'm able before releasing.

Far more satisfying than the orgasm itself is the paroxysmal reaction it elicits in the woman I'm dominating.

Her whole body seizes up as her well defined muscles tense.

I can hear her attempting to scream through her gag but the fitful eruption of pleasure has driven the air from her lungs.

"There now, Ledger… That wasn't so difficult, was it? Based on that response, I'd venture to say you may even enjoy being my wife… Here's to a long and prosperous future together, young lady…" I say, calmly, suppressing the effects of my orgasm to keep them out of my voice.

---Sindisiwe's perspective---

I lie on the bed in my husband's arms, out of the headspace of Cynthia Ledger and fully back to being Sindisiwe 'Roar' Ledwaba again.

Smirking up at him, I tease "You mean you don't see any racial element to a big, strong, white teacher overpowering and claiming possession of his poor, helpless, black student's sexy body(?)"

He rolls his eyes and calmly counters "By that logic, Cindy, it's raceplay every time I dominate you… It's raceplay every time two individuals not of the same race engage in any kind of D/s play… Simply because you fetishise race in power exchange, doesn't mean it must be injected into every scene…"

He reaches over my hip to give my poor welted arse a firm squeeze, making me give a masochistic little yelp of pleasure.

"Careful there, Teach…(!) Or I might decide Cindy needs to return for a little more putting in her place(!)" I smirk up at him.

Not releasing my cheek and continuing to massage it to produce indistinguishable waves of pain and pleasure, my husband answers "Cindy will have to be disappointed… It's too late and we have too much to do tomorrow to sacrifice our sleep for more play tonight…"

"Then… stop making me horny, maybe?" I suggest, distractedly.

"No." he refuses with a sadistic smirk, continuing to squeeze my abused backside.

"Uh!… You brute(!)" I reproach.

"Correct." he smiles.

"…I bet Mr Friedman doesn't treat his white students this way(!)" I pout, giggling playfully.

"You're right, Sindy… He doesn't treat his white students this way because he has no white students… He's not real. He only existed inside the fantasy."

"Where's your sense of worldbuilding, my love(?!)" I tease.

"Oh, speaking of worldbuilding, what on Earth was with your outfit, Sindy? I thought we were doing early 20th Century England? Why did you show up in a costume that looked like it would be at home in the 1980s and probably only in the States?" he asks, wryly.

"Yeah… there was another one that would have been more period appropriate that I almost printed but this one was just too cute to pass on!" I explain, shrugging "I mean, they're both 20th Century… not like a teacher dressed and acting like yours couldn't have met and dominated a girl dressed and acting like mine at some point, right? One decade's values and aesthetic sensibilities don't neatly die off to make way for the next's when it ends…"

He sighs "I just wish you'd given me some warning of the anachronism… I might've been able to prepare something more witty than just saying you looked like a prostitute(!)"

I smirk "Naaah… putting you on the spot was half the fun of it(!)"

"You truly are incorrigible, Miss Ledwaba(!)" he smirks, lovingly.

"Not going to stop you trying to 'corrige' me, though, is it(?)" I tease back.

"It will not, no." he smiles without telling me that 'corrige' isn't a word in his language "For instance, I would like to point out that you 'putting me on the spot' by showing up in that outfit is somewhat akin to me playing my Edwardian schoolmaster character dressed in a full suit of medieval armour(!)"

"*gaaaaasp* We should print you a suit of armour, Aaron! The Domination possibilities are endless!!!… Knight×peasantgirl! Knight×princess! Knight×barbarian! Crusader×saracen!" I say, excitedly, making to get up for my holo "I'm gonna browse for some sexy ones right now and-"

He cuts me off by pulling me back down and holding me against himself, closing his eyes as he wraps me in his strong arms.

He brings his lips forward to my forehead and plants a tender kiss there before saying "We should sleep, Sindy… It's pancake day at the cafeteria tomorrow and we don't want to miss out on that before we launch the ansible… You can shop for more toys in the morning, young lady(!)"

I giggle into his chest.

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