The English Lesson

by Alyx

"My girl, you are going to push it too far one day," Clare warned her, in response to some taunting remark of Erin's. Her green eyes flashed, though she was more amused than angry.

"Oh, don't be such a stuffy Brit," Erin chided, winding her arms around her dark-haired girlfriend and distracting her with a kiss. As usual, it worked immediately. Her own brown eyes looked innocently into Clare's. "Want to catch a movie, hon?"

Clare allowed herself to be persuaded, but inside was mulling things over. Erin was a terrible tease, and the fact that it had more than once led to her being upended over Clare's lap did not seem to discourage her in the least. Their love life included the occasional wrestling match and swats as often as it did hours of tender kissing, and they both enjoyed the variety. Lately, however, Clare had been wondering if Erin were angling for something....slightly stronger.

They had been together for two years, but it had taken half that time for Erin to even admit to any "kinky" preferences. A bout of tickling in bed had led to Clare pinning her partner down, and it was soon clear that Erin's increased breathing was due to more than just their tussling.

"Mmm, you LIKE this, don't you?" Clare asked, delighted to discover a luxuriant wetness between her lover's legs.

Erin had blushed but refused to answer, instead struggling all the harder to free herself. When that failed, she reached up and claimed Clare's lips in a scorching kiss, which led to a passionate encounter and no more conversation. Intrigued, Clare attempted to bring up the topic again later, resulting in a few mumbled words before Erin changed the subject.

Sensitive to her lover's discomfort, Clare contented herself with gentle questions here and there, always allowing herself to be sidetracked when Erin grew too uncomfortable. At the same time, she was carefully searching out the answers in other ways, as her lover's body was quite truthful in its responses. She noted how being restrained always seem to result in rapid breathing, careful bites resulted in goose bumps appearing, and a smack on the buttocks never failed to bring forth a moan and copious lubrication. Eventually Erin reached the point of talking more openly about her preferences, and Clare was happy to acknowledge that she shared them.

Erin never completely lost her shyness about such things, her embarrassment obvious whenever the subject was raised. Clare didn't really mind, as it often contributed to their play – making Erin blush was nearly as enjoyable as arousing her. In fact, the two were intricately related. But knowing that her lover would never openly ask for certain things made the situation extra challenging for Clare, especially lately. Erin's behavior was even more provoking than usual, nearly goading at times. On rare occasions, it alternated with a sulkiness that seemed to border on frustration. Clare didn't think Erin was even aware of it happening, though she obviously enjoyed it when Clare took her firmly in hand as a result.

It was discovering the website on "English discipline" that put the thought into Clare's mind. Erin had never mentioned an interest in the subject, but finding it book-marked on their computer was evidence enough. Weeks of careful observation and planning followed before Clare was ready to try her idea. Erin seemed to play right into her plans by making a disparaging remark about the British educational system one Saturday morning at breakfast.

"Oh? I know someone who would certainly benefit from it," Clare said pointedly, dusting the crumbs of toast from her fingers.

"Naw, they wouldn't know how to handle a free-thinking American," Erin scoffed.

"I think they would know JUST how to handle you, my darling," Clare replied throatily. "In fact, allow me demonstrate on behalf of my countrymen." She quirked a brow at Erin, which had its usual effect – a rise in color and a nervous licking of her lips.

"Um...what are you talking about?" Erin asked, a line appearing between her brows.

"You will present yourself at my study, 3:00 p.m. sharp. DON'T be late." At that, Clare stood and left the table, leaving behind a nonplused Erin to do the dishes. Clare had some preparations to make and no time to answer questions, but counted on her lover's insatiable curiosity to insure her obedience.

The first step had been the clothing. They'd never play-acted to this extent before, but Clare knew that proper attire was vital to creating the proper frame of mind. It had taken some effort to find an appropriate school tie and pleated skirt, but the results were certainly worth it. A white Oxford blouse with its button down collar, knee-high socks and classic white saddle shoes completed the outfit. She'd left the clothes folded on a chair outside the study door, along with a simple set of printed instructions: You will be properly attired in a school uniform.

She could almost hear the astounded silence on the other side of the door as she sat at her desk. A few seconds later, there came a tentative knock.

"Yes?"

Erin stuck her head in, her expression incredulous. "You're not serious about this, are you?"

"You have five minutes to present yourself, correctly dressed, before I consider you tardy," Clare replied unsmilingly.

Erin retreated with a troubled expression, and there were curses aplenty that filtered through the wood paneling before she knocked again, ten minutes later.

"Enter."

Clare was hard pressed not to smile as her lover entered, adorably attired, with a ferocious scowl on her face. The blue and lavender plaid skirt was short enough to be flattering, showing a bit of tanned thigh above the navy knee socks which covered her calves. The black and white saddle shoes were the perfect touch, though at the moment they were being dragged rather reluctantly across the carpet.

"Well, don't dawdle! Come over here and let me look at you."

Fists and jaw clenched, Erin walked over to the desk, staring at the ground the entire time.

"You haven't done up your tie."

"I don't know how. When I was in school we had NORMAL clothes!" Erin looked up then, her resentful gaze challenging. Clare decided to nip it in the bud immediately. She raised a brow but said nothing, allowing the silence to stretch out till Erin flushed and dropped her gaze once more.

"You will use a respectful tone of voice, and address me as 'Miss,' is that clear? Or you will sorely regret it."

Erin snorted, and her "Yes.....Miss" was a touch sarcastic, but Clare decided to overlook it for the moment.

"Come here and let me show you how to tie a proper school tie." Clare saw her lover's eyes widen as Erin walked behind the desk and took in Clare's tailored peach blouse and close-fitting skirt. It was more a college professor's attire than anything she could remember her school mistresses wearing, but Clare saw no reason she should look dowdy in her role. She positioned Erin between her knees and took her time, straightening her collar and letting her fingers brush gently across her nape and over her collarbones. Erin closed her eyes and held her breath, and Clare could see by the pulse at her throat that being dressed this way was having an effect that went beyond embarrassment. "Were you paying attention, Erin?"

Startled brown eyes opened and looked into hers. "Uh...I'm sorry?"

"I asked if you were paying attention. You appeared to be asleep! How will you know how to tie this yourself if you're not paying attention?" She unknotted the tie and began again, holding her lover's gaze as she did so. "Start with the narrower portion about this long...this wider portion goes around like this...twice....then through this loop. Pull down and slide the knot up to tighten....do you see?" The tie sat snugly at the base of Erin's throat. She nodded.

Clare unknotted the tie. "Now you try it."

Erin fumbled with the strip of silky navy blue material, growing more frustrated as it refused to follow her fingers' commands. Finally she growled and yanked it from her neck, flinging it to the desktop. "To hell with that thing!"

"Please tell me I did not just see you throw a part of your uniform away." Clare's voice was as crisp as an arctic wind, and Erin, about to expand on that bit of defiance, hesitated.

"Look, I'll learn how to do it later, okay?"

"No, you shall learn how to do it now. But first...." Clare stood up suddenly and opened the top drawer of her desk. Therein lay a leather strap, its brown surface gleaming, its end a wicked-looking tail that was split in two. "This is a tawse," she explained as she lifted it out, making the word sound as if it ended in 'z' rather than 's.' "It is used to make girls like you think twice about being disrespectful. Give me your hand."

With a puzzled frown, Erin extended her right hand. Clare took it firmly by the fingers, covering the vulnerable digits with her own hand, then raised the tawse and brought it down sharply across Erin's upturned palm. The leather connected with a loud "thwack," and though Clare had used much less force than most wielders of that instrument, she knew it would be quite enough to make her point.

Erin howled in shock and pulled her hand away, attempting to cool the sudden throb in her palm by shaking it and frantically blowing on its surface. She stared at Clare in disbelief. "That fucking HURT!"

"We will deal with your language next," was Clare's imperturbable response. "Give me your other hand."

"No way!" Erin immediately hid it behind her back. Clare managed not to show her amusement as her girlfriend's actions appeared to regress to match the uniform she wore.

"Young lady, this tawse is also extremely effective on the backs of disobedient thighs. I would advise you to do as you're told."

Erin gasped in outrage, but obviously considered it the lesser of two evils, as she held out her left hand, arm jerking back nervously several times before Clare took hold of it. She dispensed a similar justice across this palm, and Erin's plaintive cry preceded a similar attempt to blow away the painful sting. Clare watched as her "student" tucked her hands into her armpits and glared at her with an injured expression. But the lesson seemed to focus her mind in a remarkable way, as suddenly Erin was able to tie her tie with minimal instruction from Clare.

"Now then, by rights I should wash your mouth out with soap for that bit of swearing. But I think this should do instead." She slid open the desk drawer and put the tawse back inside, then pulled out a heavy wooden ruler. "Bend over, hands on your knees, if you please."

"Cla-are!"

"What did you call me?"

"Miss, I meant Miss! Please....I'm sorry, I won't swear anymore, okay?"

"You will not swear in this classroom," Clare agreed. "And you will do as you are told without question. Or must I resort to stronger measures?" To Clare's amusement, Erin's eyes went immediately to the desk drawer, as if she expected her to pull out yet another more horrible instrument of chastisement.

"No, ma'am," she said meekly enough, and bent over in front of Clare. The plaid skirt rode up in a way that immediately attracted Clare's attention, but she reminded herself to focus on the task at hand. They had a way to go yet before Erin was as hot as Clare wanted her.....in every sense of the word. She measured across both cheeks carefully, then pulled the ruler back and let it land with a muffled WHACK.

Erin groaned in a way that was even more distracting, but Clare landed three more solid smacks before she was done. Now they were both breathing a bit harder, neither from exertion, and Clare decided to slow things down a little.

"Sit there, please." Finding an old-fashioned school desk was too expensive a proposition, but Clare thought the typing table and straight-backed chair she'd set up made a more than adequate substitute. She watched in satisfaction as Erin sat down rather gingerly on the hard wood surface of the chair and gazed with suspicion at the notebook and pen in front of her. Clare was not sadistic enough to torture her student with an inkwell and dip pen, but it would've been entertaining to see Erin wrestling with those challenges from Clare's own youth.

"Today we shall practice both spelling and penmanship," Clare said, ignoring the sounds of protest she knew would be forthcoming. Neither of those subjects were strong points of Erin's. She recognized the obstinate look that was creeping over her girlfriend's face, and suspected that a rebellion would erupt sooner or later. At least, she dearly hoped so.

"The first word is 'behaviour,'" Clare said. She noted Erin's slight hesitation, as her student quickly perceived the point of the exercise. The question was, what was she going to do about it? Her actions would tell Clare exactly which way she wanted the scene to flow.

"The next word is 'humour,'" Clare continued, watching her lover quickly scribble down her answers. Several similar words followed: "memorise," "centre," "analogue," and "manoeuvre."

As she turned in her paper to be graded, the expression on Erin's face was a mixture of appreciation over Clare's deviousness, defiance, and a touch of apprehension. She was obviously anticipating her lover's reaction.

"This is shameful," Clare stated sternly. "Not only have you spelled every single word wrong, but your handwriting is atrocious!"

"There is nothing wrong with my spelling, Miss," Erin replied, her tone bordering on insolence. "You're in America now, and that's the way we spell!"

"You are in my classroom, young lady, and it's evident you need a lesson in manners as well as spelling. Very well, I shall provide both! Come to the front of the class right now."

But Erin remained in her chair, arms crossed in front of her, her expression sullen. It was a blatant challenge of authority, and Clare would not disappoint her. She marched over to where Erin sat, enjoying the slight alarm in her eyes as she drew nearer, and grasped her by the ear.

"Ouch! Let go!" Erin attempted to struggle, but it was no problem for Clare to bring her to her feet, then pull out Erin's chair and seat herself in it. Pulling Erin down across her lap was just as effortless.

"No! Come on, that's not fair!" Erin continued to fight, reaching back to try to prevent Clare from raising her skirt. Clare dealt with that bit of misbehavior with a series of sharp slaps to the backs of Erin's thighs, which she knew she hated.

"Ouch! Oww! Not there, please!" Erin wailed, kicking in protest.

"Put your palms flat on the floor."

Erin had to stretch forward to do as instructed, her toes now leaving the floor on the other side. She whimpered as Clare flipped up the back of her skirt and tugged her panties down to mid-thigh.

"Your hands will remain there for the duration of your punishment, is that clear?"

"Yes, ma'am," Erin said miserably, her voice sounding a bit muffled due to the hair falling over her face and her nearly upside down position.

"Really, such a fuss! One would think you'd never been spanked before!" Clare scolded. She smiled to herself as she noticed Erin's cheeks clenching at the word "spanked." She continued, knowing instinctively that drawing this out would increase both her lover's embarrassment and arousal. "And to think, a girl of your age! Nearly an adult, and yet here you are, bare-bottomed across my knee, waiting to have your bum smacked like a naughty child. What do you have to say for yourself?"

"I'm sorry," Erin managed. She was squirming and the spanking hadn't even started yet.

"I do not want to hear pathetic apologies, I want better behavior from you! Are you listening?" Clare pulled her closer, holding her firmly but still making her wait, hindquarters prominently on display.

"Yes, ma'am. Oh......please," Erin begged, wriggling a bit more.

"Please what?"

"Please....may I have my punishment now, Miss?" There was no longer any trace of defiance in her tone.

"You certainly can. Spell 'behaviour.'"

"Ma'am?"

"You heard me."

At the first vibration of Erin's "B," Clare's palm landed across both buttocks. The air was forced out of Erin's lungs at that first wallop, but she gamely spelled the rest of the word – the British version – without any hesitation whatsoever. The rest of the lesson proceeded in similar fashion.

"M...ow!...E...M...please, not so hard!...O....R....oh!...No, I wasn't saying O!...I....S....ouch, that hurts!....E!"

Erin was wriggling in earnest now, her lovely rounded bottom bouncing to the tune of Clare's strong right arm. By the time they had worked their way through the short vocabulary list, Erin's rear end had deepened to a raspberry hue, and she'd made several errors in spelling. It was not deliberate, Clare knew, but the result of being unable to think in linear fashion under such a barrage of sensation.

Clare was enjoying herself immensely. Holding her squirming lover over her lap had so many wonderful benefits. First of all, there was feeling her movement in this intimate position across her thighs...stimulating for both of them. Then there was the sight of that lovely portion of female anatomy. Erin always made the most delightful attempts to escape her punishment - torso flexing up and down, hips wriggling from side to side, thighs scissoring and opening as she struggled. Clare knew it was more to ease the awful burning in her backside rather than any attempt at seduction, but the picture she presented was highly erotic: rosy colored buttocks and thighs, with an occasional glimpse of swollen labia, or even that more private rosebud opening winking through, all punctuated by her cries and moans.

After the first thirty stinging spanks, Erin's struggles had caused her panties to slide down her thighs and drop to the floor. By the time fifty swats had been reached, Erin's right hand was no longer pressed flat against the floor, but was instead clutching Clare's ankle. Clare decided not to punish her for this, as she knew her lover seemed to cherish this extra bit of contact when she was being spanked.

Clare paused. Erin's buttocks were done to a turn, and her labored breathing was a clear indication of her arousal. It had been a very thorough spanking thus far, but Clare's plan had been to go further with this session. Now it was time to see if Erin had been hinting to have her limits pushed after all.

"I hope this has been a lesson to you," Clare said. "I trust you will come to class prepared in the future?" She released her hold on her student.

"Yes, ma'am," Erin replied as she struggled to stand, rubbing her bum gingerly. When she blushingly went to retrieve her underwear, Clare held out her hand.

"I'll take those."

"W-what?"

"I'll take those knickers. You won't be needing them for the remainder of class," Clare said crisply. "Now turn around."

After a slight hesitation, Erin did as she was told. Clare quickly tucked the hem of her skirt into her waistband, revealing a set of cheeks that were practically glowing. She pointed to the corner of her study near a bookcase. "You will stand there, hands clasped at the small of your back, until I say you may come out."

Erin whirled around, her expression aghast. "No!"

Clare's brow rose. "No?"

"I...I've never stood in a corner in my life! Especially not after...." she broke off, flushing and tugging at her skirt self-consciously.

"Yes, well I daresay it's long overdue." Clare's tone was brisk, though not unsympathetic.

"Please, no," Erin pleaded. "Miss? Give me some other punishment. Please! I'll do anything."

Erin's tone was highly reluctant, though it wasn't an outright refusal. There was a tinge of fascination in her voice, an "oh-please-don't-make-me-do-such-an-embarrassing-thing-it-might-turn-me-on" flavor to her objection, and it intrigued Clare a great deal. They would definitely have to explore to this bit of play another time. For now, though.....

"Very well. Go fetch my cane from the shelf."

"Y-your cane, Miss?" Erin repeated, turning a bit pale. She'd in the past expressed doubts about that instrument, having read the horror stories of bruised and bleeding bottoms that resulted.

"It's over there on the shelf. Either bring it back to me, or take your place in the corner. Which is it to be?" Clare voice retained that headmistress's snap, but her green eyes were warmly reassuring. She was certain Erin trusted her....it was just a matter of discerning her desires.

Erin swallowed, and as if in a daze, walked over to the bookshelf near the window. She picked up the cane and walked slowly back, staring at it the entire time. For Erin's first time, Clare had chosen a light cane about 26 inches long, cut from white willow. It was lighter and more flexible than rattan, but would still impart a fiercesome sting.

Erin's fingers trembled slightly as she handed the instrument over.

"All right. Bend over the desk and hold onto the other edge."

As Erin took a deep breath, obviously gathering her courage, Clare moved to stand next to her. "Hold on a moment," she said, opening yet another drawer of the desk and pulling out a small, flat pillow. She laid it down along the edge of the desk for Erin to lie over. If things worked out as she planned, her lover would be there awhile, and she wanted her to be comfortable. With a hand at the small of Erin's back, Clare gently but firmly directed her forward till she lay prone, hips elevated and perfectly positioned.

Clare took in the sight of her girlfriend stretched out over the desk, bared and awaiting correction. When she spoke again her voice was husky with arousal. "Spread your legs a bit," Clare nudged Erin's knees apart, "and brace yourself. You will not stand or reach back, or we will start over from the beginning, is that clear?"

"Yes, ma'am," Erin replied nervously.

Clare swished the cane through the air a couple of times as a warm-up, noting how Erin's buttocks twitched at the sound. Then she stood to Erin's left, lining up the willow switch carefully so that it would impact evenly and not wrap around. She tapped a few times, then pulled her arm back slowly and let fly. The cane landed against Erin's bottom with a loud "crack!" then the delayed burn sank in.

"Oh god!!" Erin reared up and whirled around, hands clasping her buttocks protectively, her mouth a perfect "O" of dismay. "Miss?" she managed to gasp out. "I've changed my mind! I'll stand in the corner!"

The headmistress had been watching her pupil carefully. Clare knew Erin's limits very well, and knew that the first stroke had been a relatively mild one. Most importantly, she knew that one of the things that Erin loved about her was her resoluteness during the delicate balance they maintained when playing. Was this a testing of that resolve? That was easy enough to determine.

"It's too late for that, my girl." Her voice was soft, but implacable. "And that stroke will not count. Unless you would like more added on, you will turn around immediately and resume your position." She raised both brows and looked directly into her lover's eyes. Erin held Clare's gaze for a moment, then lowered her eyes submissively. The delicate color that crept up over her cheeks spoke of desire, not distress. Clare felt a quickening of her own blood, the thrill that comes from an exchange purely consensual, and yet purely electric. She purposely sharpened her tone. "Immediately, young lady!"

Biting her lip, Erin turned and lay back over the desk, assuming her previous position and reaching for the opposite edge.

Clare paused before delivering the next stroke, giving Erin time to settle in. Her lover lay compliant, but held her breath as she felt the tapping of the cane. Clare placed a reassuring hand on her back.

"Relax, Erin. It's better for your muscles if you don't clench."

"Easy for you to say," was the mumbled retort, but she relaxed her cheeks as instructed.

Clare smiled, concentrating carefully. The second stroke brought forth a loud groan, as well as a small double-ridged weal, right below the first. Erin danced on her toes to alleviate the pain, but did not let go of her hold on the desk.

"You're taking your punishment very well," Clare said, running her palm gently over Erin's buttocks, enjoying her moan and the way her respiration increased. She had decided to forgo the traditional "six of the best," wanting to err on the side of caution the first time. She crossed over to Erin's right side, planning to deliver the last two strokes from the other side to even things out.

The third stripe landed below the first two, on the fullest part of her derriere. Clare was glad to note her aim was true, and the backhand stroke allowed for an extra snap of the wrist. Erin let loose a howl of protest, bending her knees and jiggling her hips, trying to throw off the horrible burn. Her breathing was definitely labored, and Clare could see her knuckles whitened in their grip upon the desk.

"We would be finished now, had you followed instructions," Clare reminded her.

"Yes, Miss......oh, that hurts!" came the answering wail.

"It will hurt even more in just a moment," Clare assured her.

She lined up the last stroke with deliberation, making sure it would fall right across her lover's sit spot. This one would be harder than the others, but Clare thought Erin was well enough along in her state of arousal for the bite of the cane to translate immediately into an ache in other sensitive regions.

Thwick! Erin gasped, then moaned long and loud. Her buttocks clenched and unclenched several times, hips moving both away from and toward the source of the pain. Lower down, Clare could see her nether lips were flushed and swollen – no question as to her reaction to the punishment.

Dropping to her knees, Clare carefully examined Erin's hindquarters, tracing the tramlines lightly with her fingertips. She had never marked her lover before, and wanted to be sure there was no lasting damage. She noted with satisfaction that there was no deep bruising, nor was the skin broken. Furthermore, up close she could see clearly the moisture that coated Erin's private parts.

"Oh god, Clare...please." Erin's voice was hoarse with need, and she had clearly abandoned the role-playing entirely. Clare was happy to follow suit.

"Yes, baby, patience now...." She kissed and nibbled and licked the lovely bottom cheeks before her, enjoying the heat against her face and the scent of Erin's arousal. Meanwhile, her hands were busy at her waist, unfastening her skirt. When she had it open she stood up and stepped out of it and her half-slip, draping both over the side of the desk. She had prepared carefully in all ways for this "scene," for her skirt concealed a leather harness, and now, from the lowest desk drawer, she retrieved a strap-on dildo. Her expression full of intent as she inserted into the harness, she relished the way Erin's eyes widened as she watched her tighten the fastenings.

Clare took her place behind her lover, rubbing the tip of the dildo in the spot where Erin was most lubricated, the smooth silicone just nudging against her opening. Erin responded by moaning and lifting her hips. Clare took hold of those hips, eased her lover's thighs further apart, and entered her slowly.

Erin gasped. Though free to move, she lay over the desk still, gripping the opposite edge as if she would never let go. Breathing hard herself, Clare was now fully buried inside, her mons up against Erin's burning buttocks. She paused there. She didn't have to wait long.

"Clare.....Cla-are....." The plea ended in a whimper.

"Mmmm?"

"Please....." Erin wriggled her hips around the dildo. The sight of it caused Clare's breathing to increase. She began to withdraw just as slowly. "Ohhhhhhh...." Erin exhaled. "Faster...."

Back in again...at infinitesimal speed.....watching....and feeling it....as her lover was penetrated. Clare ran a tongue over suddenly dry lips.

"Damn you, you tease!" Erin growled and released her hold on the desk to reach behind her.

Clare gave a low laugh and pinned her hands down at her sides. "Now is that any way to talk to your instructor?"

Erin's hips bucked impatiently. "Bastard!"

Clare clucked her tongue. "I see you haven't learned any respect at all," she thrust suddenly, smoothly, "have you?"

"Oh!"

"Hm? Shall I take that as a 'yes,' darling?" Another forceful thrust.

Erin moaned.

"Oh yes,"...thrust..."I think that was definitely"...thrust...."an affirmative!" No more teasing, Clare concentrated fully on pleasing her lover, her strokes gradually growing faster. Erin moved with her, exclamations and movements increasingly more frenzied, till she was teetering on the pinnacle. Clare released her hands, cupped her crimson cheeks and squeezed gently.

A cry wrung from Erin's throat as she reached her climax. Clare fell forward over Erin's back, holding her tightly, shuddering, feeling their hearts beating in unison. She murmured words of love and reassurance as she waited for Erin's respiration to slow, running her fingers through Erin's hair and kissing the back of her neck tenderly.

"I'm going to leave you, sweetheart," she said at last, wanting to have her lover fully in her arms. Erin responded with a whimper and shudder as Clare slowly withdrew. Clare unbuckled the harness and let it drop to the floor, reaching to pull Erin up and into her embrace. She cuddled her gently, kissing the tears that were escaping from beneath her lover's closed eyelids.

"Erin? Darling? Are you okay?"

Erin nodded, opening her eyes and smiling shakily. "Wonderful," she managed, voice husky. "It's just....so much."

"I know." Clare kissed her warmly, passionately.

Erin's hand crept down to feel the welts on her bare bottom. "You marked me," she said slowly, brown eyes full of wonder.

"Mm-hm." Clare felt a pang of doubt. "Was it okay, darling?"

"Oh god yes," Erin responded with a shiver and nestled into her lover's arms. "At first I was a little afraid....because of the things I've heard...you know. But I should've known..." she paused, at a loss for words. When she did continue, there was a small break in her voice. "God, sweetheart, you're just....so....good!" She blushed and hid her face against Clare's neck, overcome with the memory.

Clare laughed in a pleased fashion and hugged her tightly. "Well, I know how to deal with disobedient pupils, anyway, hm?"

Erin growled at the smug tone and bit the neck beneath her lips. "Oh yeah? We'll see about that. I may still have a trick or two up my sleeve, so don't be so sure!"

"Oh, I'm looking forward to it, my darling," Claire murmured, the rest of her sentence lost in the passionate kiss they exchanged. She did, however, make a mental note to "discuss" with Erin some instances of past behavior which simply cried out for correction. This English lesson might've been over, but a little history lesson was clearly in order.....one which she was certain would require some corner time.