Re: A Reversal of Roles [1 of 4]
I still think it’s cheesy porn, but there you go. Comments and critique welcome and loved.
For a few long seconds, Kerrigan was completely stunned; she stared at the humiliating picture of herself on the top of the desk before quickly glancing up to look at Burdette’s grinning triumphant face for a split-second before looking back down again, the beginnings of a deep blush beginning to blossom in her cheeks. She stuttered twice as she tried to find something, anything, to say.
Burdette’s smile was almost an anticipatious leer.
“I think we both know what this is, Ms. Kischuyo. I think the more important question is what we’re going to do about this. More specifically, what it is that you’re going to be doing for me.”
Outrage and indignation startled Kerrigan out of her shock. Eyes widening, she angrily looked up, meeting Burdette’s eyes.
“I don’t know what you think you’re going to get out of me, grades or otherwise, but if y–”
Kerrigan found herself cut off suddenly, one of Burdette’s fingers gently but firmly pressed against her lips while the younger female made a quiet shushing sound with her throat.
“Now, listen to me, Ms. Kischuyo,” said Burdette, and Kerrigan was so struck by the confident authority in the student’s voice that she found her protests dying in her throat as she looked up and listened to the younger woman.
“I’m not asking for anything as silly as grades here. I’m here to give you precisely what you asked for, which was, if I remember, ‘a pair of strong hands to take you and treat you like the little kitten you are’,” said Burdette, smiling viciously as she mimicked the words that Kerrigan had written about herself on her profile. Kerrigan felt the blush spreading to her ears, and it was all she could do not to look away meekly as the dominant female continued speaking.
“From now on, you will do what I say, when I say it. In return for your simple obedience, I won’t plaster this adorable image of you wearing your diaper for the camera all over the school. These are your choices. Do you understand me, kitten?”
Before she could catch herself, Kerrigan meekly nodded in agreement. At this point, she was too overwhelmed with all that was happening to her to manage much else.
“Good,” said Burdette approvingly, the curve of her smile showing the amusement she found in Kerrigan’s sudden meekness. There was a movement of her arms and on the table suddenly there was a brown paper bag.
“In there are some clothes for you, as well as my address. I expect to see you at my place tonight at ten o’ clock. You know what’s going to happen if you’re not there,” said the younger female. “Do you understand?”
Again, Kerrigan managed another weak nod. Burdette’s smile widened and she reached out, gently tracing a finger down her teacher’s cheek, almost purring when she saw the gentle shiver that the contact elicited.
“Good. I’ll see you tonight, my kitten,” said Burdette. She gave Kerrigan’s cheek one more stroke before dismounting herself from the desk, leaving confidently through the door of the classroom without a glance back.
Kerrigan sat in her seat, breathing heavily as the shock of realization in what just happened washed over her. Several times she glanced towards the door that Burdette had just exited out off, expecting her to come back in and announce that everything that had just transpired was in fact a joke, but Burdette never came back in. Eventually, the woman mustered the courage to tentatively reach out and take the brown paper bag that had been left for her. She drew it close to her chest, but couldn’t quite work up the courage to open it up and look inside, as if it might confirm the truth of what had just happened.
The rest of the day passed in a gentle sort of haze for Kerrigan – she taught her other classes with her mind on auto-pilot, thoughts flitting back every few moments to touch on what had just happened with her student. Obvious in her emotions was the crumbling terror – being found out by her co-workers or, even worse, one of her students had been a constant terror from the start. At the same time, however, Kerrigan found a deep fascination and, if pressed hard, she might admit a thrill of excitement and anticipation at the student, over a decade her junior, and the authority that she had asserted over her.
It was through this fog of emotion that she eventually got through her day and headed back home. The brown paper bag was left by the kitchen counter near the door, and as she went through the usual business of her evening – grading papers, straightening up her apartment and the like – she found herself glancing back at it, knowing deep down that to open it up would likely be the first step in a long long series of steps that she had fantasized about but never actually lived out. It was after a long period of such – standing in the doorway of her kitchen, arms crossed as she stared at it, contemplating the implications – that she eventually snapped, suddenly exclaiming, “Who does she think she is? Of course I’m not going to show up in her apartment in something ridiculous!”
Hours later, a few minutes before the clock was to strike ten o’clock, Kerrigan was at the front door to an apartment she had never been to before, her hand held tentatively over the buzzer.
The outfit wasn’t /that/ ridiculous. Kerrigan was dressed in what was obviously one of Burdette’s old school uniforms, consisting of a button-up blouse with small puffed sleeves and lace around the collar, along with a pleated skirt that, if it had been properly sized for Kerrigan, would have gone down to her knees, but on the somewhat larger adult rode periously high. Pulled up her calves were white socks with lace around the ankles, and hugging her feet was a pair of slightly worn shiny black mary janes.
The whole ensemble looked somewhat ridiculous on the poor teacher – while she wasn’t too terribly old, the outfit looked very cutesy on her, making her look that much younger. Worse of all was what was wrapped around her hips, a surprisingly thick disposable diaper that gave her a slight waddle, along with a faint crinkling noise any time she took a step. The high skirt along with the thick diaper in particular was a dangerous combination, and Kerrigan had to concentrate intensely, less she make a movement that was large enough to make the skirt ride up in the back, with the disasterous side effects of giving anyone around her a flash of the seat of her diaper. Luckily, the area the student apartments were housed in weren’t very well lit, or otherwise Kerrigan might never have mustered up the courage to leave the car and walk to the address Burdette had given her.
Here she was, dressed ridiculously for a woman her age, about to go meet one of her students that was a full decade younger than her! Concerns and angry protests welled up in her mind, but nonetheless she found an intense craving inside of her to ring the doorbell, to go along just to see what would happen next. After a few more heavy breathes, she finally reached up and rung the doorbell.
A few moments passed, and then a few more. Kerrigan finally heard footsteps from behind the door and then, a moment later, it opened up and Kerrigan found herself looking into the smiling face of Burdette.
Kerrigan hiccuped, eyes wide as she surveyed her student. Burdette was dressed much more maturely than her, wearing a casually business-like shirt and blouse – a moment later Kerrigan recognized it as similar to the outfits that she herself wore to work every day, and the beginnings of another hot blush begain to work out the implications of what Burdette had chose to wore, very much stating who was in charge of whom here.
“I see that my kitten decided to dress up for me,” Burdette commented approvingly, looking over Kerrigan. “So cute, too! I might have to make you wear it to work tomorrow,” she continued, teasingly.
Protestations suddenly welled up in Kerrigan. “You can’t do this to me, Burdette! I’m the adult, the one in charge here, and you’re supposed to b–!”
Kerrigan suddenly found a firm hand grabbing her by the wrist. She was tugged inside and the door slammed behind her. She had the briefest glimpse of Burdette’s apartment, tugged through to the living area with surprising speed by her student, before she found herself being pushed over, made to lay across Burdette’s lap, on her belly, as Burdette herself settled onto a couch.
“You need to understand now,” said Burdette, authority like steel woven into her voice, “that I am in charge here, that you will do as I say, and that under no circumstances whatsoever will you talk back to me.”
Kerrigan felt one hand on her back while the other began pulling up her skirt, Burdette exposing her diapered rear before giving a violent tug, tugging the disposable garment down to reveal the teacher’s ass. Burdette left the diaper bunched up at Kerrigan’s knees and, without warning, suddenly started viciously spanking her captive submissive.
The pain was a complete shock to Kerrigan – while she had fantasized about being spanked in the darkest recess of her mind, the sensation was a pleasurable one as she imagined it, and not the sudden explosions of pain that she was feeling now. Each slap to her rear only intensified the starburst of raw sensation, and it wasn’t very long before she was wailing loudly, her wails eventually turning into choking sobs, and from sobbing into out and out crying.
None of this phased Burdette, who continued her rough spanking well into Kerrigan’s crying. She bit down on her lower muzzle, supressing the wide smile and the estatic pleasure that she got from disciplining the older female and it was well past the point of Kerrigan crying that she stopped.
By this point Kerrigan was a blubbering mess – tears ran down her face and she twisted and squirmed slightly, even the slightest movement sending fresh aches and pains into her. She twisted and squirmed underneath Burdette’s unrelenting hand, no longer even trying to wiggle away but in simple reaction to the trill of pain that each fresh spank both. It would of continued this way for quite some time if not for the happening that surprised Burdette and Kerrigan both.
Kerrigan noticed it first, a hot sharp feeling between her legs, insistent and differing from the dull ache emanating from her cheeks. Burdette realized what was happening a moment latter as warm splashes fell into her lap and with one quick moment reached down and grabbed hold of the diaper that was still bunched around Kerrigan’s knees. With one quick moment, the younger female jerked the babyish garment back up Kerrigan’s legs and over her hips, quickly containing the wet mess that was still being made by the teacher’s sudden lack of control.
For a few moments that seemed to stretch on forever, Kerrigan hung there across Burdette’s laps, painfully aware of both the lingering ache of the spankings and, much more embarrassing, the warm slippery feel of her emptying her bladder into her diaper, the hungry padding pressed tightly against her skin well up to the task of drinking it all up. Both girls were panting heavily, momentarily spent from their actions and past the point of moving. Eventually, Kerrigan finally finished and, for one of the longest moments in her life, just lay there panting heavily, one of the most painful sensations of her life thoroughly ensconced inside a soft and moist padded prison.
Sensation finally arrived in the form of Burdette’s hand gripping the seat of the prone teacher’s diaper, hand squeezing forcefully and pushing the wet seat up against Kerrigan’s aching rear, producing a symphony of aching and eliciting a quiet wail from Kerrigan herself.
“You are going to obey me from now on without question. Is that understood?” asked Burdette, emphasizing the question with another squeeze.
“Y-yes,” panted Kerrigan with a quiet whimper, the idea of disobeying or giving any other answer unthinkable.
“Good,” simply agreed Burdette.
The two hung in their positions for just a moment longer before Burdette finally initiated moving again – the young student straightened up, then shifted Kerrigan, turning the teacher over into her lap until the crinkling seat of her diaper was finally resting in Burdette’s lap. The sensation of weight upon her rear brought forth another whimpering wail, and Burdette held still for just a moment, savoring the whine of her submissive teacher.
“You should of listened to me from the start, kitten,” Burdette said, the amusement in her voice tangible. Kerrigan merely brushed and kept her eyes forward, still in a mild amount of pain and having no idea how to react.
Burdette began to move again, sending a flinch running through the older female, but this time her touch was gentle as she gently wrapped her arms around Kerrigan, drawing her close and giving the childishly dressed woman a kiss on the nape of her neck.
The intimate position was held for a long moment before Burdette gave a quiet sigh of satisfaction and began to move herself, and therefore Kerrigan, to her feet. “We should probably get you cleaned up and ready for bed. Come with me, my kitten.”
Kerrigan was lead through Burdette’s apartment again, this time much more gently. The older woman was in a state of shock – only in her wildest fantasies had she ever dreamt that she would be treated in such a way before, and now, as it was happening, she was entirely overwhelmed by the feelings and the sensations. A dark blush grew around her cheeks as she realized how much she was enjoying it, deep down, and it was in that haze that she was gently lead into Burdette’s cramped bathroom, too out of herself to realize that her student was undressing her until her blouse and her skirt already lay at her feeet.
The blush intensified as Burdette took a step back to take in Kerrigan, dressed now in nothing but her socks, her shoes, and the obviously sagging diposable diaper still hugging her hips, the gentle padding still rubbing painfully up against her aching behind. She moves to cover herself up reflexively, which only served to make Burdette’s grin wider.
“My kitten is shy, isn’t she?” quietly supposed the younger girl as she left Kerrigan as she was, bending down to start running the faucet in the tub. As it was filling, she moved over to help Kerrigan out of her socks and shoes, then finally came to the diaper, which, with slow and laborious precision, she carefully undid.
Then Kerrigan was naked, totally exposed under the eyes of her student who took the opportunity for all it was worth, looking up and down the teacher that she watched move about in front of the classroom on a daily basis. Her eyes rested momentarily on her nude form before she moved back into action, gently ushering Kerrigan into the tub.
The contact with the water hurt – it was quite hot, and as Kerrigan slowly bent her knees and settled her rear into the filling tub, she felt her aches in her rear renewed as the hot water tickled her pains. It was only with gentle shushing and encouragement from Burdette that she finally made contact with the seat of the tub, leaving the adult settled in like a child while the dominant Burdette hovering over her.
“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” wondered Burdette.
Kerrigan, still blushing, shyly met Burdette’s eyes before wordlessly shaking her head back and forth.
“My kitten will find,” crooned Burdette as she pulled the bottle of shampoo to herself and began to lather up her hands, “that she will enjoy herself very much if she’s obedient.”
The washing proceeded slowly and gently, a marked departure from the quick and violent roughness of the spankings. Burdette’s hands moved gently over Kerrigan’s body, gently kneading and rubbing as she carefully cleaned up the teacher in the same way that a mother would with her child. Soon Burdette had Kerrigan’s hair in a full lather, which she gently brushed at with her fingers before starting to move downwards.
Kerrigan, still worked up from the tenseness of her spankings, held herself stiff at first until slowly but surely she began to relax under the careful ministrations of her dominant student. Eyes shut tightly, she gave a quiet sigh as she submitted to Burdette’s hands, allowing herself to be washed and pampered. She was treated thusly for the entire bath, Burdette’s careful hands moving over every inch of Kerrigan’s body, giving not an inch of privacy as she cleaned Kerrigan from top to bottom.
After what felt like ages later, Kerrigan finally felt herself being pulled up to her feet and lead out of the tub. The smaller female descended upon her with a towel, carefully drying off a quiet and blushing Kerrigan from head to toe. Eventually Burdette dropped the towel and took a step back, smiling as she admired her handiwork in the form of a still slightly damp Kerrigan, who began to gently twist her hands across her body to cover herself as she noticed that she was being surveyed again.
“Not a chance, kitten,” Burdette gently remonstrated, knocking Kerrigan’s hands down.
“You can’t just leave me naked!,” pleaded Kerrigan, more of a whine that a statement.
“You’re not going to be naked,” gently assured Burdette. Once more Kerrigan was taken by the wrist, this time lead further into Burdette’s apartment, right into the young student’s bedroom. Kerrigan knew what was coming when Burdette lay a pink plastic mat over her bead and, knowing what was coming, moved over to lay upon it.
“Good girl,” praised Burdette, rummaging through a nearby drawer to retrieve the supplies for what came next.
Kerrigan was subjected to the gentle humiliation of having her legs lifted and her rump raised only to be brought back down on the crinkly garment that would soon be imprisoning her. She squirmed, watching the ceiling as Burdette’s fingers moved deftly over her, distributing both powder and oil in turn, and then gave a quiet sigh of relief as the diaper was pulled up between her legs, gently but firmly pushing them apart as Burdette did the tapes up on either side. She was soon pulled back up into a sitting position, with Burdette once more looking happily over her work.
“You look adorable,” said the student flatly in appreciation of her teacher’s body. “I had all kinds of outfits planned out for fun, later, but I may not be able to bring myself to put you in them, since it would cover up your cute little rump.”
Kerrigan’s ears burned at this statement and another feeling of hestitancy and fear ran through her. She wasn’t too out of it either to understandd the implications of the word ‘later’, either – Burdette wasn’t planning on letting go of her any time soon.
“Burdette, we c-can’t do this,” Kerrigan began, her voice meek and timid in order to avoid producing another violent reaction from her captor. “You’re not supposed t-”
Burdette’s fingers were at Kerrigan’s lips again, the younger female quietly shushing the older. “You do as I say. That’s all you’ll ever need to worry about. I promise,” said Burdette, the words tender.
Kerrigan gaped for a moment and then, after a moment of hesitation, nodded her head shyly.
“Good,” smiled Burdette. “It’s almost time for you to go to bed. But first…” she began, quickly moving out of the room. She was back a moment later, clutched in her hands what was obviously two baby’s bottles, both of them full to the brim with milk. Kerrigan’s heart fluttered as she saw the fulfillment to another one of her fantasies.
“Into my lap,” commanded Burdette, settling onto the edge of the bed next to Kerrigan. The older female quickly moved in obedience, crawling into Burdette’s lap who, with only a quiet ‘oof’, handled her well. She was gently manipulated into a holding position, one hand supporting Kerrigan’s back and the other holding one of the bottles. Without even giving Kerrigan a chance to react, Burdette gently shifted the nipple into the older female’s mouth.
A heartbeat of hesitation passed before Kerrigan finally began to, tentatively at first, suckle. She was rewarded with the surprisingly forceful taste of milk, not quite cold enough to be shockingly so, as it left the bottle’s nipple and into her mouth. For a few moments she suckled dumbly, still caught in the dull haze of shock of all that had been happening to her in such a short span of time. Eventually, however, her suckling starting to become slow and regulated, held tight against Burdette’s chest and enjoying the infantile treat.
A sudden exhaustion overtook Kerrigan. She was vaguely aware that Burdette was beginning to hum, but everything was growing indistinct as she slipped closer and closer into unconsciousness. The final sensation that she was aware of was Burdette’s fingers gently rubbing her back before she finally succumbed to sleep.
Holding the now dozing woman, Burdette shifted her into a slightly more comfortable position, grinning as she moved the second bottle, just as full of milk and the subtle sleeping agents as the first one was, to Kerrigan’s lips.
Kerrigan awoke to the harsh sound of a clock alarm. Gasping in shock, she sat straight up with a jerking motion as the alarm blared at her. Moving reflexively, she waved an arm in the general direction of the sound and, after a little flailing, hit the button that turned the alarm off.
The unfamiliar surroundings confused her until the memories of last night began flooding back into her memory. Her cheeks coloured – was she really spanked? Did she really allow a student to bathe her? Her hands automatically moved down to press between her legs where it was greeted with the unyielding sensation of something thick that crinkled when she touched it.
Kerrigan pulled the sheets off of her and looked down. Tightly hugging her hips was the same disposable diaper that she had been put in last night, though this time they were accompanied by a translucent covering that, after a bit of inspection, proved to be a pair of plastic pants, covering and protecting the diaper underneath. Kerrigan was vaguely aware of a quiet but insistent pressure building down there, one that demanded that she soon put that diaper to use.
A thrill of terror and excitement grabbed at the woman as she noticed the small but very real lock, attached to the thin chain that lead around the top of the plastic panties.
Hurriedly the teacher glanced around, looking for some presence of Burdette when her eyes fell upon a note taped to the back of the bedroom door. Standing and moving over – waddling slightly due to the diaper tightly hugging her --, Kerrigan read:
‘Kitten! I hope your sleep was as good as mine. I’m going to keep the key for your panties with me, just for safekeeping. If you want it back, you can ask for it, nicely, when I see you in class today. Love you, kitten. – Burdette’.
Kerrigan gulped and glanced over in the direction of the alarm that she silenced earlier and read the time on the clock. Class would be starting in less than a half hour.