Feels Like Today (1/1)
Title: Feels Like Today (1/1)
Pairing: Teacher!Kahlan/Schoolgirl!Cara with a side of Garen/Dahlia, Berdine/Raina and Denna/Richard
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Very. Adult. Situations... well and a little bit of cuteness as well as kink (lots of that).
Disclaimer: Most certainly not mine.
This one is lexus_grey's Christmas Present.
As per request - Teacher!Kahlan/Schoolgirl!Cara (which is actually Professor!Kahlan/Collegegirl!Cara since I have issues writing sexyteims in general but when it comes to someone who's underage... that's just a no go and the request involved spanking and sexyteims... but I digress!)
Cara frowned as she looked down at her paper, a red "F" glaring at her from the top, right-hand corner; she didn't understand it really, she always managed to get a "B" or higher in Professor Amnell's class and had assumed her essay on "The Rise and Fall of the D'Haran Empire" would have gotten her yet another passing mark. She slowly flipped through the sixteen page paper, coming to an end at the reference page where a bland sticky note glared back at her.
I would like to discuss your paper in my office after class, Cara - Kahlan
Cara's lips twitched and let the paper rest on her desk, as a senior at the University of Aydindril she would be graduating soon and the private relationship she had been in with Professor Amnell would be able to be made official. She smirked - she would be on even footing with Kahlan after university, she was a member of the prestigious society of the Mord'Sith which was par in par with Kahlan's graduation and lifelong membership to the Confessors Society. Graduating second in her class and Society came with perks... including a nice pillow in her bank account and a high paying job.
She glanced to her left and smiled at Denna Ashford, soon to be Denna Ashford-Rahl with her engagement Richard Rahl, second in line to the D'Haran throne. She really couldn't find it in her to care that Denna was graduating both first in her class and as the top Mord'Sith... she liked second place, it meant she got to have Kahlan. She wasn't expected to go out and take over a country or something of that particular nature.
"And that's all for today. Make sure you all read chapters thirty-two through forty by next week. There will be a quiz. I also highly advise you know Amnell-Rahl Pact of Peace backwards and forwards come finals." Cara remained still as her classmates began packing up and caught Denna and Dahlia both smirking at her, they both knew about her affair with the hottest professor in the University (and ruler of the Midlands).
She watched another Mord'Sith, Garen, pull at Dahlia's hand, wishing to draw the blonde's attention back to her, "'Lia... come on. I want to show you the dress I bought you for when we visit my parents."
Her oldest friend rolled her eyes as she turned to look at Garen, "I still don't see why I have to wear a new dress. Why can't I wear one of my own dresses? I have nice dresses."
Garen grabbed Dahlia's backpack and threw it over her shoulder, threading their fingers together as she led her down the steps, "because I wanted to buy you something nice. I like buying you nice things. Are you really going to turn down a new dress? A Zorander dress at that?"
"You know I'm not." Dahlia teased and waved over her shoulder to Cara.
Denna's lips twitched, "have fun," she smirked and threw her arms over Berdine's and Raina's shoulders (thankfully Raina managed to convince Berdine not to bring all of her books on D'Haran infrastructure to class). "Shall we go get something to eat before the party our lovely Social Chair most likely will be too sore to attend?"
Cara narrowed her eyes as Denna led the two juniors away, Berdine offering her a sweet smile before they left with the rest of the class. Denna most certainly knew how to give as good as she got and Cara knew her friend was going to be meeting up with her paramour in three days - she would be the one too sore to attend any events planned.
The lecture hall was silent, she cast her eyes down towards the rich, oak desk at the front her lover was sitting behind, organizing assignments. She was in her dark dress today (the one Cara affectionately referred to as the Ninja Dress in private), hair flowing freely over her shoulders. Cara shoved her paper into her binder along with her notebook and let her pen drop onto the front binder, watching the magical binding lock it in securely in place. Knowing the First Wizard often had its benefits, especially when that Wizard happened to be her guardian when she moved to the Midlands from D'Hara.
The Mord'Sith stood slowly and held her binder to her chest, walking slowly down the aisle towards Kahlan. She gave her a sweet smile and leaned forward, placing her binder on the hard desk, "I'll meet you in your office to discuss my paper, Professor Amnell?"
"Mmhmm..." Kahlan nodded her head, not even bothering to look up - if she had she would have seen a substantial amount of cleavage in front of her.
Cara flicked her pen, smirking as it rolled onto the desk, releasing from the magic at her touch. She turned on her heel, skirt flipping up slightly as she swayed her hips seductively from side to side. Her lips twitched again when she heard Kahlan inhale sharply and a quick shuffling of papers.
It was nearly a thirty minute walk to get from the main lecture hall to Kahlan's private office in the Confessor's Palace where her lover resided. Cara hummed to herself as she nodded to the few guards around the Palace and let herself into Kahlan's office, taking a seat behind the large, oak desk and putting her feet up. She reached behind her and grasped the book she knew was there, pulling it down from the shelf and flipping to the right page.
Near the last chapter she felt cool breath on her neck causing her to jump, knocking one of Kahlan's paperweights off of the desk, "The Virgin and the Mord'Sith? Forgive me my Cara, but isn't that a tale of a Mord'Sith deflowering a Confessor?"
Cara blushed as red as the leathers she wore for Mord'Sith events and she cleared her throat, clamping the book shut, "yes." She turned her head to look into Kahlan's teasing eyes, noting the smirk on her lips.
"Hmm... well it certainly isn't about us as it was I who deflowered you." Kahlan whispered into her ear and brought her hands to Cara's shoulders; Kahlan's hands slid forward slowly and cupping her breasts through her blouse, "your paper was unsatisfactory. Not to your usual standard of perfection."
Cara fought to keep an air of innocence about her, she knew where Kahlan was going with this - she was Mord'Sith... they were given private lessons in the arts of pain and pleasure. Broken with ancient weapons in the depths of the only Temple for Mord'Sith in Aydindril if they were tapped to rush.
Her rush had been particularly brutal, Mistress Nathair had trained not only herself but Dahlia, Denna, Garen and the three others in their graduating class and wished to ensure that her trainees were the best. The three others dropped rush after two weeks and soon after Cara and the others had been confined to bed rest but they manged to pass their rush. That was when Kahlan came to her demanding to know who harmed her and the others which resulted in feelings being admitted and a heated make out session even though Cara refused to reveal anything.
"Please tell me, Cara... every year girls around school turn up in the hospital after weeks of being gone, beaten senseless. Please... I know you are Mord'Sith now... I know they are all as well. Please. I just want to know who hurt you... and them."
"You know I can't tell you..." Cara muttered as Kahlan brushed her fingers over her cheek.
"Cara... they're going against the laws my predecessors set down. Initiates must never be harmed... but every year..." she shook her head and sighed, "and the treaty strictly forbids non-Mord'Sith to enter the Temple. Please Cara."
Cara cracked a small smile, her already split lips splitting more, " guess you'll have to marry me to find out."
Kahlan laughed gently and brushed her fingers against Cara's bruised cheek, "maybe I will."
Kahlan gently pressed her lips to Cara's forehead, sighing softly, "Professor..."
"Just rest and get recuperated. I've waved your classes for the week... along with the other girls." She brushed her fingers against Cara's arm gently, "and please... call me Kahlan. Professor makes me sound so... strict."
Cara's lips twitched, "but I you being strict; it's so sexy."
Kahlan laughed and brushed her lips against Cara's forehead, "get some rest."
"I can do nothing but ask for a pardon, Professor Amnell. I was planning for the new pledges to the Mord'Sith Society..." Kahlan's strong hands grasped her breasts and she bit back a moan, "can I rewrite it?"
Kahlan's teeth grazed her neck, "normally I would allow you to do so but after your actions toda-"
"What actions?" Cara asked indignantly and Kahlan's hands left her breasts in favor of the chair, whipping it around so fast Cara had to blink in order to clear her vision - focusing on her lover.
Kahlan grasped the arms of the chair and leaned forward, her nose touching Cara's, "wearing such a short skirt... did you know that a few of the boys who came in before class started became aroused?" Kahlan's jaw clenched, "you can't just go around wearing provocative clothing. Not when you're mine."
Cara glared up at her, "well it isn't like I'm officially yours. You made that perfectly clear when you said you didn't want to go public with our relationship because it could lead to bad press for your rule." She took a breath and pressed forward, knowing she was going to piss Kahlan off, "until you decide I'm worth it... I. Am. Not. Yours. I can do as I please and if a few males are unable to control their hormones so be it. I am Mord'Sith, I know the line between pleasure and pain and I also know that the boys who walked in are rushing Dragon Corp. You know they're all horny bastards, not that it matte-"
Smack.
Cara's head whipped to the left and she clutched her stinging cheek, glaring hard up at the woman, "how dare you!"
"Get out of my chair." Kahlan snarled and grabbed Cara by her upper arms, pulling her up and shoving her against the desk, "how dare I? You insult me in my office, Cara. In my Palace and you have the gall to ask how dare I?"
Cara gulped, wondering if she had overstepped her bounds - grimacing as Kahlan grabbed her by the back of her loose, shoulder-length hair hard, "Kahlan..."
"Professor." Kahlan corrected, twisting with grace and speed to sit on her chair, pulling Cara to her knees.
"P-professor?!" Cara spluttered, eyes widening - Kahlan had never treated her like this before.
Kahlan glared hard at her and yanked her up some, causing her to strain somewhat, "you will never speak to me with such disrespect again, do you understand?" Cara nodded her head, tears in her eyes from her hair being pulled so firmly, "I didn't hear you, Cara Mason."
"I understand, Professor." Cara whimpered, eyes glued to Kahlan's thighs, not daring to look up into Kahlan's eyes.
Kahlan leaned forward and gripped Cara's chin with her freehand, forcing her to look up, "good... I'm going to make sure you understand perfectly," she let go of Cara's hair and face, leaning back in her chair, "lay over my lap."
"Excuse me?" Cara asked incredulously, "you think I'm going to lay over your lap so you can what? Spank me like some child? I don't think so."
Kahlan's eyes hardened again and she grasped Cara's chin again, "do as I say, Cara."
Cara's jaw clenched and she bit forced her pride down, she had never been spanked before, disobedience was usually met with a belt or switch in D'Hara (not by her father of course, he was a gentle man). She stood slowly and lay on Kahlan's lap, allowing her lover to adjust her slightly, hand sliding to caress her smooth thighs (which she painstakingly waxed like the many other Mord'Sith who couldn't be bothered to shave and miss a spot).
"You understand why I have yet to make our relationship official, correct?"
"Yes..."
Kahlan squeezed her left thigh gently, "that will be ten smacks... questioning my political actions and how I conduct my private life." She paused and gently massaged her thighs, warming her gently, "and you know you are mine?"
"Yes."
"Ten more..." Cara nodded her head quietly, "and that you should not go around causing others to be aroused?"
"Yes, Professor."
"Twenty more." Cara tensed and nodded her head again, "and that you shouldn't wear provocative clothing to incite a reaction from me in class?"
"Yes..."
"Ten more... that's fifty... plus ten for your poor excuse for a paper. Sixty total." Cara trembled against her and nodded her head quietly, "you are going to count. Am I perfectly clear? If you mess up the count we will start over."
"Yes, Professor Amnell."
Kahlan moved her hand slowly under her skirt, pulling her panties down with a skill she had developed from the past three years with her Mord'Sith. She ran her hand gently over Cara's bottom and brought her hand up before striking softly a few times to warm the skin.
"Are you ready?" She asked, her voice softening and Cara nodded her head, unable to shake the trembles from her body, it always happened when she was about to experience something new.
The first few blows were expected and not as hard as she knew Kahlan could manage, her voice remained steady for ten blows.
The crack in her voice came on the eleventh when the force behind the spank increased; she bit her bottom lip and waited for the next blow.
By the time they were halfway through the count she knew she was going to have an incredibly hard time sitting - it wasn't the spank that hurt but each time Kahlan withdrew her hand. The pressure left and the sting shot through her backside; she couldn't help the wetness between her legs however. Kahlan's dominance was arousing and aside from Denna or Dahlia, she was the only person Cara would ever trust to top her.
Once the fiftieth blow came around she was in tears and silently thanking Denna for her insistence that Mord'Sith use waterproof makeup. Kahlan pressed on and Cara barely managed to get out the last word to end her punishment but she did because she refused to start over when it was so close to being over.
Kahlan's touch turned gentle once the sixtieth blow came and she caressed the angry, red skin, soothing it as Cara calmed. The Mord'Sith shook as Kahlan pulls her up slowly and wrapped her arms around Cara's waist and brought a hand to cup Cara's face. Cara didn't bother to wipe her tears away as she rested her head on Kahlan's shoulder; Kahlan moved her hand to the underwear around Cara's knees, gently pulling them down and off with Cara's assistance.
Cara took a few shuddering breaths, "that was intense."
Kahlan brushed her fingers lightly down Cara's back and brought her hand to caress Cara's backside again, "yes... a repeat?"
Cara grinned into Kahlan's shoulder, "most certainly." She bit lightly into Kahlan's neck and smirked, "you're the first to have ever spanked me."
Kahlan arched a brow and pulled her even closer, soothing her backside still with her other hand, "I thought Mord'Sith did all sorts of deplorable things to pledges during hell week." She paused, a teasing tone in her voice, "deplorable things which you still refuse to tell me about."
Cara's lips twitched, "I don't see a ring on my finger."
Kahlan laughed lightly and kissed the side of Cara's head, "soon..." she brought her hand from the side of Cara's face and caressed her thigh gently, trying to keep from looking smug when she felt wetness even there, "as soon as graduation is over... everything can be official..."
"Then you will be privy to everything that goes on in the dungeons of the only Mord'Sith Temple in this part of the Midlands."
Kahlan moved her hand higher and caressed Cara's inner thigh before pressing her hand to the younger woman, smirking when she got a gasp from her lover. Cara pressed her nose firmly into Kahlan's neck and bit her bottom lip; she gently pushed two fingers into Cara and groaned at the feeling, brushing her lips against Kahlan's throat. Fingers sped up and Cara tensed against Kahlan, getting lost in the sensations.
Her body tensed more as Kahlan's thumb grazed her clit and her fingers sped up; Cara cried out and pressed her nose into Kahlan's neck as she came - her body trembling.
Kahlan smiled softly and pressed her lips gently to the side of Cara's head - repeatedly, "and you didn't actually fail your paper... it was actually very well written, just not as precise as usual. More of an A-..."
Cara smiled and closed her eyes, relaxing completely against Kahlan.
A/N: Not my best but still enjoyable?
Pairing: Teacher!Kahlan/Schoolgirl!Cara with a side of Garen/Dahlia, Berdine/Raina and Denna/Richard
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Very. Adult. Situations... well and a little bit of cuteness as well as kink (lots of that).
Disclaimer: Most certainly not mine.
This one is lexus_grey's Christmas Present.
As per request - Teacher!Kahlan/Schoolgirl!Cara (which is actually Professor!Kahlan/Collegegirl!Cara since I have issues writing sexyteims in general but when it comes to someone who's underage... that's just a no go and the request involved spanking and sexyteims... but I digress!)
Cara frowned as she looked down at her paper, a red "F" glaring at her from the top, right-hand corner; she didn't understand it really, she always managed to get a "B" or higher in Professor Amnell's class and had assumed her essay on "The Rise and Fall of the D'Haran Empire" would have gotten her yet another passing mark. She slowly flipped through the sixteen page paper, coming to an end at the reference page where a bland sticky note glared back at her.
I would like to discuss your paper in my office after class, Cara - Kahlan
Cara's lips twitched and let the paper rest on her desk, as a senior at the University of Aydindril she would be graduating soon and the private relationship she had been in with Professor Amnell would be able to be made official. She smirked - she would be on even footing with Kahlan after university, she was a member of the prestigious society of the Mord'Sith which was par in par with Kahlan's graduation and lifelong membership to the Confessors Society. Graduating second in her class and Society came with perks... including a nice pillow in her bank account and a high paying job.
She glanced to her left and smiled at Denna Ashford, soon to be Denna Ashford-Rahl with her engagement Richard Rahl, second in line to the D'Haran throne. She really couldn't find it in her to care that Denna was graduating both first in her class and as the top Mord'Sith... she liked second place, it meant she got to have Kahlan. She wasn't expected to go out and take over a country or something of that particular nature.
"And that's all for today. Make sure you all read chapters thirty-two through forty by next week. There will be a quiz. I also highly advise you know Amnell-Rahl Pact of Peace backwards and forwards come finals." Cara remained still as her classmates began packing up and caught Denna and Dahlia both smirking at her, they both knew about her affair with the hottest professor in the University (and ruler of the Midlands).
She watched another Mord'Sith, Garen, pull at Dahlia's hand, wishing to draw the blonde's attention back to her, "'Lia... come on. I want to show you the dress I bought you for when we visit my parents."
Her oldest friend rolled her eyes as she turned to look at Garen, "I still don't see why I have to wear a new dress. Why can't I wear one of my own dresses? I have nice dresses."
Garen grabbed Dahlia's backpack and threw it over her shoulder, threading their fingers together as she led her down the steps, "because I wanted to buy you something nice. I like buying you nice things. Are you really going to turn down a new dress? A Zorander dress at that?"
"You know I'm not." Dahlia teased and waved over her shoulder to Cara.
Denna's lips twitched, "have fun," she smirked and threw her arms over Berdine's and Raina's shoulders (thankfully Raina managed to convince Berdine not to bring all of her books on D'Haran infrastructure to class). "Shall we go get something to eat before the party our lovely Social Chair most likely will be too sore to attend?"
Cara narrowed her eyes as Denna led the two juniors away, Berdine offering her a sweet smile before they left with the rest of the class. Denna most certainly knew how to give as good as she got and Cara knew her friend was going to be meeting up with her paramour in three days - she would be the one too sore to attend any events planned.
The lecture hall was silent, she cast her eyes down towards the rich, oak desk at the front her lover was sitting behind, organizing assignments. She was in her dark dress today (the one Cara affectionately referred to as the Ninja Dress in private), hair flowing freely over her shoulders. Cara shoved her paper into her binder along with her notebook and let her pen drop onto the front binder, watching the magical binding lock it in securely in place. Knowing the First Wizard often had its benefits, especially when that Wizard happened to be her guardian when she moved to the Midlands from D'Hara.
The Mord'Sith stood slowly and held her binder to her chest, walking slowly down the aisle towards Kahlan. She gave her a sweet smile and leaned forward, placing her binder on the hard desk, "I'll meet you in your office to discuss my paper, Professor Amnell?"
"Mmhmm..." Kahlan nodded her head, not even bothering to look up - if she had she would have seen a substantial amount of cleavage in front of her.
Cara flicked her pen, smirking as it rolled onto the desk, releasing from the magic at her touch. She turned on her heel, skirt flipping up slightly as she swayed her hips seductively from side to side. Her lips twitched again when she heard Kahlan inhale sharply and a quick shuffling of papers.
It was nearly a thirty minute walk to get from the main lecture hall to Kahlan's private office in the Confessor's Palace where her lover resided. Cara hummed to herself as she nodded to the few guards around the Palace and let herself into Kahlan's office, taking a seat behind the large, oak desk and putting her feet up. She reached behind her and grasped the book she knew was there, pulling it down from the shelf and flipping to the right page.
Near the last chapter she felt cool breath on her neck causing her to jump, knocking one of Kahlan's paperweights off of the desk, "The Virgin and the Mord'Sith? Forgive me my Cara, but isn't that a tale of a Mord'Sith deflowering a Confessor?"
Cara blushed as red as the leathers she wore for Mord'Sith events and she cleared her throat, clamping the book shut, "yes." She turned her head to look into Kahlan's teasing eyes, noting the smirk on her lips.
"Hmm... well it certainly isn't about us as it was I who deflowered you." Kahlan whispered into her ear and brought her hands to Cara's shoulders; Kahlan's hands slid forward slowly and cupping her breasts through her blouse, "your paper was unsatisfactory. Not to your usual standard of perfection."
Cara fought to keep an air of innocence about her, she knew where Kahlan was going with this - she was Mord'Sith... they were given private lessons in the arts of pain and pleasure. Broken with ancient weapons in the depths of the only Temple for Mord'Sith in Aydindril if they were tapped to rush.
Her rush had been particularly brutal, Mistress Nathair had trained not only herself but Dahlia, Denna, Garen and the three others in their graduating class and wished to ensure that her trainees were the best. The three others dropped rush after two weeks and soon after Cara and the others had been confined to bed rest but they manged to pass their rush. That was when Kahlan came to her demanding to know who harmed her and the others which resulted in feelings being admitted and a heated make out session even though Cara refused to reveal anything.
"Please tell me, Cara... every year girls around school turn up in the hospital after weeks of being gone, beaten senseless. Please... I know you are Mord'Sith now... I know they are all as well. Please. I just want to know who hurt you... and them."
"You know I can't tell you..." Cara muttered as Kahlan brushed her fingers over her cheek.
"Cara... they're going against the laws my predecessors set down. Initiates must never be harmed... but every year..." she shook her head and sighed, "and the treaty strictly forbids non-Mord'Sith to enter the Temple. Please Cara."
Cara cracked a small smile, her already split lips splitting more, " guess you'll have to marry me to find out."
Kahlan laughed gently and brushed her fingers against Cara's bruised cheek, "maybe I will."
Kahlan gently pressed her lips to Cara's forehead, sighing softly, "Professor..."
"Just rest and get recuperated. I've waved your classes for the week... along with the other girls." She brushed her fingers against Cara's arm gently, "and please... call me Kahlan. Professor makes me sound so... strict."
Cara's lips twitched, "but I you being strict; it's so sexy."
Kahlan laughed and brushed her lips against Cara's forehead, "get some rest."
"I can do nothing but ask for a pardon, Professor Amnell. I was planning for the new pledges to the Mord'Sith Society..." Kahlan's strong hands grasped her breasts and she bit back a moan, "can I rewrite it?"
Kahlan's teeth grazed her neck, "normally I would allow you to do so but after your actions toda-"
"What actions?" Cara asked indignantly and Kahlan's hands left her breasts in favor of the chair, whipping it around so fast Cara had to blink in order to clear her vision - focusing on her lover.
Kahlan grasped the arms of the chair and leaned forward, her nose touching Cara's, "wearing such a short skirt... did you know that a few of the boys who came in before class started became aroused?" Kahlan's jaw clenched, "you can't just go around wearing provocative clothing. Not when you're mine."
Cara glared up at her, "well it isn't like I'm officially yours. You made that perfectly clear when you said you didn't want to go public with our relationship because it could lead to bad press for your rule." She took a breath and pressed forward, knowing she was going to piss Kahlan off, "until you decide I'm worth it... I. Am. Not. Yours. I can do as I please and if a few males are unable to control their hormones so be it. I am Mord'Sith, I know the line between pleasure and pain and I also know that the boys who walked in are rushing Dragon Corp. You know they're all horny bastards, not that it matte-"
Smack.
Cara's head whipped to the left and she clutched her stinging cheek, glaring hard up at the woman, "how dare you!"
"Get out of my chair." Kahlan snarled and grabbed Cara by her upper arms, pulling her up and shoving her against the desk, "how dare I? You insult me in my office, Cara. In my Palace and you have the gall to ask how dare I?"
Cara gulped, wondering if she had overstepped her bounds - grimacing as Kahlan grabbed her by the back of her loose, shoulder-length hair hard, "Kahlan..."
"Professor." Kahlan corrected, twisting with grace and speed to sit on her chair, pulling Cara to her knees.
"P-professor?!" Cara spluttered, eyes widening - Kahlan had never treated her like this before.
Kahlan glared hard at her and yanked her up some, causing her to strain somewhat, "you will never speak to me with such disrespect again, do you understand?" Cara nodded her head, tears in her eyes from her hair being pulled so firmly, "I didn't hear you, Cara Mason."
"I understand, Professor." Cara whimpered, eyes glued to Kahlan's thighs, not daring to look up into Kahlan's eyes.
Kahlan leaned forward and gripped Cara's chin with her freehand, forcing her to look up, "good... I'm going to make sure you understand perfectly," she let go of Cara's hair and face, leaning back in her chair, "lay over my lap."
"Excuse me?" Cara asked incredulously, "you think I'm going to lay over your lap so you can what? Spank me like some child? I don't think so."
Kahlan's eyes hardened again and she grasped Cara's chin again, "do as I say, Cara."
Cara's jaw clenched and she bit forced her pride down, she had never been spanked before, disobedience was usually met with a belt or switch in D'Hara (not by her father of course, he was a gentle man). She stood slowly and lay on Kahlan's lap, allowing her lover to adjust her slightly, hand sliding to caress her smooth thighs (which she painstakingly waxed like the many other Mord'Sith who couldn't be bothered to shave and miss a spot).
"You understand why I have yet to make our relationship official, correct?"
"Yes..."
Kahlan squeezed her left thigh gently, "that will be ten smacks... questioning my political actions and how I conduct my private life." She paused and gently massaged her thighs, warming her gently, "and you know you are mine?"
"Yes."
"Ten more..." Cara nodded her head quietly, "and that you should not go around causing others to be aroused?"
"Yes, Professor."
"Twenty more." Cara tensed and nodded her head again, "and that you shouldn't wear provocative clothing to incite a reaction from me in class?"
"Yes..."
"Ten more... that's fifty... plus ten for your poor excuse for a paper. Sixty total." Cara trembled against her and nodded her head quietly, "you are going to count. Am I perfectly clear? If you mess up the count we will start over."
"Yes, Professor Amnell."
Kahlan moved her hand slowly under her skirt, pulling her panties down with a skill she had developed from the past three years with her Mord'Sith. She ran her hand gently over Cara's bottom and brought her hand up before striking softly a few times to warm the skin.
"Are you ready?" She asked, her voice softening and Cara nodded her head, unable to shake the trembles from her body, it always happened when she was about to experience something new.
The first few blows were expected and not as hard as she knew Kahlan could manage, her voice remained steady for ten blows.
The crack in her voice came on the eleventh when the force behind the spank increased; she bit her bottom lip and waited for the next blow.
By the time they were halfway through the count she knew she was going to have an incredibly hard time sitting - it wasn't the spank that hurt but each time Kahlan withdrew her hand. The pressure left and the sting shot through her backside; she couldn't help the wetness between her legs however. Kahlan's dominance was arousing and aside from Denna or Dahlia, she was the only person Cara would ever trust to top her.
Once the fiftieth blow came around she was in tears and silently thanking Denna for her insistence that Mord'Sith use waterproof makeup. Kahlan pressed on and Cara barely managed to get out the last word to end her punishment but she did because she refused to start over when it was so close to being over.
Kahlan's touch turned gentle once the sixtieth blow came and she caressed the angry, red skin, soothing it as Cara calmed. The Mord'Sith shook as Kahlan pulls her up slowly and wrapped her arms around Cara's waist and brought a hand to cup Cara's face. Cara didn't bother to wipe her tears away as she rested her head on Kahlan's shoulder; Kahlan moved her hand to the underwear around Cara's knees, gently pulling them down and off with Cara's assistance.
Cara took a few shuddering breaths, "that was intense."
Kahlan brushed her fingers lightly down Cara's back and brought her hand to caress Cara's backside again, "yes... a repeat?"
Cara grinned into Kahlan's shoulder, "most certainly." She bit lightly into Kahlan's neck and smirked, "you're the first to have ever spanked me."
Kahlan arched a brow and pulled her even closer, soothing her backside still with her other hand, "I thought Mord'Sith did all sorts of deplorable things to pledges during hell week." She paused, a teasing tone in her voice, "deplorable things which you still refuse to tell me about."
Cara's lips twitched, "I don't see a ring on my finger."
Kahlan laughed lightly and kissed the side of Cara's head, "soon..." she brought her hand from the side of Cara's face and caressed her thigh gently, trying to keep from looking smug when she felt wetness even there, "as soon as graduation is over... everything can be official..."
"Then you will be privy to everything that goes on in the dungeons of the only Mord'Sith Temple in this part of the Midlands."
Kahlan moved her hand higher and caressed Cara's inner thigh before pressing her hand to the younger woman, smirking when she got a gasp from her lover. Cara pressed her nose firmly into Kahlan's neck and bit her bottom lip; she gently pushed two fingers into Cara and groaned at the feeling, brushing her lips against Kahlan's throat. Fingers sped up and Cara tensed against Kahlan, getting lost in the sensations.
Her body tensed more as Kahlan's thumb grazed her clit and her fingers sped up; Cara cried out and pressed her nose into Kahlan's neck as she came - her body trembling.
Kahlan smiled softly and pressed her lips gently to the side of Cara's head - repeatedly, "and you didn't actually fail your paper... it was actually very well written, just not as precise as usual. More of an A-..."
Cara smiled and closed her eyes, relaxing completely against Kahlan.
A/N: Not my best but still enjoyable?