Slowly she stood, looking up at me the entire time. She put one hand on my chest, the other behind my neck, and she kissed me until my knees buckled and I had to put my hand on her desk to support myself.
“Um… oh,” I gasped. My head spun.
She let me go and surveyed the remains of the damage. Most had been cleaned up, but there were still a few bits of glass on the floor and the rug. Folding her arms, Lynn looked at me. “Pretty good aim, don't you think? I missed my desk and my computer, and put that brick right in the middle of the room."
“You did do this!” I laughed. “I wondered. Did you know I fix windows?"
“No, I asked for you. I said I hadn't had a chance to evaluate your work yet. No one told me this was your particular specialty,” she smiled and smacked me on the butt. “Get busy."
“Yes, ma'am, Dr. Jeffries."
I laid out my tools, cleared away the shards and old putty, measured and cut the glass. Once the frame was prepped, I carefully puttied the glass into place. “There. Now I'll have to come back and paint that,” I began as I turned around.
Lynn had removed her crimson skirt and pantyhose and was reclining in her chair, still wearing her black silk shirt, fingering her slit. “Want this?” she asked huskily.
I swallowed. “Um, I take it you're still the dominant?"
“You better believe it, honey."
“Does this mean you missed me yesterday?” I asked.
“Down."
I knelt before her and bent my head to kiss her bush. Her fingers were in my hair and she yanked me all the way in. I put my hands under her ass and helped her.
She was so hot, and I realized I had not had the pleasure of eating her before, because as a dominant, I just didn't do that. She wiggled around and sucked me right into her twat.
“Oh, God,” I moaned as I began to need her touch, although I doubted she would have me. This was for her alone, and she had my enthusiastic support.
Lynn was whimpering and trying hard not to make noise as I lapped her thoroughly, inside and out. She was a sweet little thing, as healthy women most often are. Giving head was an enormous pleasure for me, and I lavished her pussy with every skill I had. Licking, probing, sucking gently, I brought her to orgasm. She came once, twice, three times, quietly and quickly, but intensely all the same. I sighed with contentment and cleansed her with my tongue as she lay panting in her chair, her legs over my shoulders.
Finally she released her grip and I leaned back. “Will that be all, Dr. Jeffries?"
She smiled down at me. “Yes, I think so. You can use my bathroom to clean yourself up."
“You mean wash my face?” I asked innocently.
“You know damn well what I mean. But be quick.” She winked and I got up and went into the tiny lavatory, which had been carved out of one corner of her huge office. Closing the door, I dropped my pants and did what I had to do in order to go back to work. With a groan of relief, I cleaned myself up, including my face, and went out.
Lynn was fully dressed in her power suit again and grinning from ear to ear. “You were saying you'll have to come back?"
“Yes, in a couple of days, to trim and paint over that putty,” I nodded, putting everything away.
“Then you'll be dominant, all right?” It wasn't a question.
“Yes, ma'am, Dr. Jeffries. What would be a good time?"
“Wednesday after three thirty. You're dismissed,” she said briskly.
I clicked my heels. “As you wish, my lord."
Lynne laughed out loud. “Oh, I like that. Get out."
I grinned. “Yes, ma'am.” I wiped the shit-eating grin off my face and let myself out of her office.
Chapter Eleven
I went casually back to my window washing, stayed at it all day, and hardly spoke to anyone until 5:30 when I went to get the flag. Just as I was folding it, she came down the steps, and I said, “Have a good evening, Dr. Jeffries."
She sniffed and drove off without another word.
I went home and began to plan what I would do to her Wednesday when I went back to finish her window. I would make her pay for being rude, all right, which was precisely what she wanted.
Whatever I did would of necessity have to be quick. Even so, I was used to working in half-hour increments. Dr. Lynn Jeffries would be very, very sorry.
Wednesday I wore the combat boots and black fatigue pants from my costume to work. As long as we wore our official work shirts, almost any clean, serviceable pants were acceptable. No one would notice.
Most afternoons I washed and waxed floors in various parts of the building, but no one cared when, where or how. It was entirely up to me to decide when to finish the window in the principal's office.
Therefore, I did as I had been commanded, except once the secretary waved me in, I was in control.
Once again, the phone was off the hook. Lynn was sitting up straight with her hands folded on her desk like a first-grader, looking scared.
“Get up, Lynn,” I said softly.
She blinked. She had noticed the pants and boots. She obeyed instantly.
“What are you wearing under your skirt?” I asked casually, taking her chair and opening my box on her desk. I was careful not to scratch it.
“Nuh-nothing,” she whispered, lifting it to show me. There was almost nothing, just a garter belt and stockings. All that mattered was exposed to me.
“Good. You were very rude to me Monday and Tuesday, weren't you, Lynn Alexandra Jeffries?"
“Yes, Major, I was. I'm a nasty little snob,” she confessed.
“I'm going to punish you now, Lynn. Turn around and bend over your desk so I can reach your asshole,” I directed.
“Don't hurt me, please. I'm sorry!” she begged as she did it. The scent of her musk filled my nostrils and I breathed deeply.
“You should have thought of that before you offended me,” I pointed out patiently. The greased butt-plug was ready in a plastic bag. “Spread your cheeks, bitch."
She did it, and she was trembling. I slid it in hard and fast. I couldn't spank her because it would make noise, but there were other things I could do to punish her.
“Uh! Oh, that hurts,” she hissed.
“Does it? Good. Turn around, sit on the desk and spread your legs."
When she was in position, I stuck a vibrating dildo in her, set low, so she couldn't come. She groaned and started wiggling around, trying to get more sensation.
“Stop that and get under the desk and eat me, Lynn. Spread your legs,” I ordered her.
“I-I can't! I'll drop the dildo,” she said, frantic.
“Better not,” I warned. I settled in her chair and pulled her face into my pussy, one leg locked behind her neck to keep her there.
Lynn groaned with heat as she pleasured me, and I made lots of little noises to let her know just how much I was enjoying it. I gave her all kinds of unnecessary instructions just to be brutal and demanding and get her all cranked up. Finally, I came all over her face, grunting with the effort of not crying out in ecstasy. She was just as good at giving head as she was at every aspect of education. I had never had better in my life.
But I wasn't about to tell her that. “Clean me up, you little slut,” I demanded, and I waited while her quick and skillful tongue worked me over until I felt clean enough to close my pants and get up.
I left her on the floor and took my tools and paint out to finish her window.
“What am I supposed to do?” she whined plaintively from behind me.
“Lie on your back, keep your hands out of your twat and think about how much you need to come,” I advised with a smile.
“Are you gonna let me?” she pleaded.
“No. Shut up."
She moaned and I could hear her writhing on the carpet as I worked. It didn't take long and soon I was able to clean up and leave.
I stood over her and very slowly and deliberately wiped the soles of my boots on her bush and her crotch. I did it several times and loved the feel of her squirming under me. She arched and opened her mouth in a silent wail.