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Mistress Anne
The Taming of Miss Akemi

"Akemi?"
I blushed at the use of my first name and pretended I hadn't noticed. It was the middle of class; nearly two months after Anne had first confessed her feelings to me. In that time my love and I had formed an unusual relationship. Every morning before class she had taken to giving me a task. If I completed the task then we�d get to make out during recess, otherwise we'd just hang out.
It was a cruel punishment but at the same time even the simple act of having lunch with Anne was satisfying. I'd sit at the desk and Anne would sit on my lap; the two of us would then work on her schooling.
"Yes?" I blushed as I looked over her shoulder. I'd been checking the children�s sums as they quietly worked in their seats. With Anne's task today I was trying to find as many ways to keep them occupied and myself at my desk.
"The jar's only half full." I told her. "I've only had four chances."
Anne smiled at me out the corner of her eyes and she continued working. "Go do another one!" She ordered.
The classroom already smelt of the musk of sex, and I wondered again. All her tests and all her challenges were solely to decide whether we would make out. She had never once let me touch her back.

Today�s task was a simple one. I had to fill the jar with my pussy juice by lunchtime. If I failed she would spank me. If I succeeded then lunch would be spent in the reading room. I wasn't that keen on the idea of being spanked by a child but I hadn't been keen on any of her other little challenges.
Yesterday it had been 'The Skirt'. She had made me go the whole day wearing a mini skirt with nothing underneath. I had felt completely exposed that day but it had been worth it. Twice during class she had reached under and fingered me. Right there with the whole class in the room.
I worried often what other teachers would think. The children themselves were beginning to notice the smell and I had taken to burning incense just to hide it.
I found myself blushing again as I sheepishly replied, "Yes Miss!" and went back to my desk, recovering the jar I had been given.

Looking at my lover I saw her watching me with a subtle grin on her face and felt the love radiating from her. Today I was wearing a knee length skirt, having been given my mission before class I was currently panty-less.
Hefting up the front of my skirt I pulled my chair in close to me desk and slipped one hand between my legs, clamping down on it with my thighs. With my spare hand I picked up a pen and began doodling on a page in front of me. The page was already filled with scribbles, largely consisting of love hearts. I added another one as I began strumming my finger up and down the length of my vagina. From her seat near the back of the class Anne winked at me and, to my surprise she lowered one of her hands to that place between her thighs. My breathing became heavy as I watched her, no doubt fingering her nether lips just as passionately as I was now.
I was already wet. I had been wet all day and my fingers slipped across my pussy like ice skaters as another dribble of cum traced its way down my thigh. There it combined with the itchy trails from my previous sessions and filled me with even more desire; the desire to feel the hands of my child lover on me again.

In my mind I kissed her and shuddered, trying to remain quiet at my desk as my sex dribbled its scent into the air. The children began noticing it again. The fourth time that day but not, I hoped, the last.
I looked across to Anne and saw mouth my name.
"Akemi-Chan!" I giggled hearing the �chan� on the end. I had called students that on rare occasions and she had picked it up on becoming my mistress. I closed my eyes and slid my finger into myself, rubbing it in and out against my overly swollen clitoris. I shuddered again in pleasure and imagined it was Anne's fingers pleasing me.
I tried to ignore the fact that my time was almost up. Lunch was in 10 minutes and I had not been allowed to masturbate during recess.

Anne and myself breathed as one as we brought ourselves to orgasm. Part of me suspected she was cheating somehow but that didn't matter. I placed myself as close to the edge of my chair as possible as I reached a climax. It was small, on account of nerves, but it added to the mixture in the jar. I leaned against my desk and placed my work on the ground again, breathing heavily.
Anne still had her hand between her legs. Her head was down and her pencil resting against her paper, moving scratchily. Her eyes were closed however and I grinned as I watched her, an evil thought entering my mind.

I shakily got to my feet. I knew what I was about to do would earn me some form of punishment, with each step towards the back of the class I became more certain of what I was planning to do. I looked over a couple of the children�s shoulders, walking around the side of the room at a very nervous pace. By the time Anne had opened her eyes I was already behind her. Leaning over her shoulder, I placed my hand atop of hers and took an element of joy at startling her. Her squeal was barely audible but the look in her eyes was priceless.
"What do you think you're doing Akemi?" She hissed at me.
"I'm just helping you with your work, Miss!"
My Mistress had only been rubbing herself through her panties and it seamed only natural, since I was doing things that would get me spanked, to push aside the girls underwear and rub the opening to her undeveloped cunni.
She gasped at the touch and hissed at me again. In my excitement it took a moment to register Anne's words.
"Look... At the... Other... Students..."

I looked up. Nearly half the class had noticed the attention I was paying my mistress right now, even if most of them probably didn't understand fully just what I was doing.
I blushed at them nervously and released my mother, smoothing my hair and straightening my skirt.
"Keep working!" I ordered and moved to the desk next to my mistress. Glancing across at her she had her lips pursed and a curious look in her eyes.
I leaned over this student exactly the same way I had mistress Anne, trying desperately to pretend what I'd done was natural.
In due time the bell rang and as the last of the student left Anne pointed to the reading room and I obeyed silently.
I thought; I looked to the half-full jar in my hand and grinned, placing it on a bookshelf and removing my clothes as soon as we were our secluded space.

Anne was rubbing her face as she followed me in. The stress looked alien on her childhood face but her hazel eyes shone brilliantly once her hands were removed.
She smiled at me sweetly and I smiled back. I was fully aware what was about to happen and since it was Anne I had fully accepted it. I kneel of the ground, naked and open to her. Part of me still boggled at the relationship Anne and I had developed but as soon as she stood over me and kissed me it was all washed away.
I reached up as she kissed me and ran my hands up the legs of her shorts; cupping the cheeks of her tiny ass. When she slid down the length of my body to sit on my lap - my hands fumbled at the elastic on her waist. I wasn't surprised that she stopped me when I'd only barely exposed her rump. Even though she let me touch her or finger her occasionally, she had never let me see her naked and never given me the opportunity to pleasure her back.
It was as though she got more joy out of making me feel good then anything I could make her feel.
I held my young lover for a moment massaging her hindquarters as we kissed, our tongues mingling and dancing in and out of each others mouths. After what seamed like an hour of drowning, her child hands rubbing over my naked body teasingly, we finally separated.

"Time for your punishment!" She declared.
"Yes Miss!" I responded with a giggle. I stood again, towering over my lover only to find myself across her lap. Due to our size differences, Anne had decided not to use a chair. Instead she sat on the ground and I kneeled over her, sticking my rump in the air. I wriggled, staring as she placed the jar of cum in front of me. I felt her hand slap down on one ass cheek encouragingly and I giggled.
"Not only did you fail your mission, Sergent Tanzuki" She giggled, rewarding me with a string of slaps on my ass,
"But you put our secret in serious jeopardy. What would have happened if the others figure it out and told their parent what you were doing to me?"

I cringed, aware that she would bring it up. I hadn't thought about it at the time but I had been thinking about it ever since.
"You spend nearly every lunch time in the reading room with me." I told her, hesitating as I spoke. She released another string of slaps on my bum, alternating from one cheek to the other. I wriggled on her lap as my rump started to sting.
"Exactly." She murmured. I twisted my head to look at her face. Her last word had been thoughtful and I realised she had failed to think about that aspect of our relationship.
I grinned, wriggling as she started smacking my rump in earnest. I leaned against her and wondered if children felt this same sense of abandonment when they were spanked. My rump was becoming red and raw but my feelings for Anne were just growing.
I closed my eyes as Anne fingered my anus and I moaned quietly. She smacked me again, this time across the middle of my rump. What had been a moan changed into a whimper, but was followed by another moan and a giggle as she tickled the reddening mark of my left cheek.

"You're actually enjoying this?" She accused me.
I laughed quietly and turned my face towards her, my eyes still closed as I leaned against the ground. She took the smile on my face as an indication to continue.
*Smack* *Smack* *smack* her hand went, making me whimper again. Again this was followed by fondling, her finger this time rubbing in and out of my vagina. This was followed by more smacking and more fondling. It went on for over ten minutes until my rump was red and my face reduced to tears. All this time; Anne stroked my hair or ran her hand along my back until when she eventually rolled me off her I was completely drained of emotion.

The carpet burned my arse as I settled onto my back and I wriggled on the ground in spite of myself - looking up at Anne through tear stained eyes. I smiled at her too week to respond as she rubbed my belly, her small hand tracing a line down to my pussy. I moaned again at the touch, feeling pain from my rear and pleasure from scant inches in front.
"This so weird. Just so weird." I mumbled, earning a giggle from my lover.
"I know!" She replied, "I can�t believe I'm 'disciplining' a grown up..." We laughed. The laugh turned into a kiss. Then the kiss into a grope as my child mistress lay atop of me.
Our bodies rubbed and entwined together as I gained strength, grappling with her clothes, first I ran my hands up her back and over her chest lovingly. When I pulled her top off she didn't resist.
My modest chest rubbed against her baby bosom and Anne buried her face into the side of my neck, kissing a line down to my breasts. I gasped as she clamped one of her nipples gentle between her teeth and felt my way into the child�s underwear.
I moaned my responses as she massaged and handled my breasts and thought again to return my beloved child's pleasure by cupping under her rump inside her shorts. Her knees shifted up onto either side of me and my hands pulled her kid pants and knickers down so that I could rub her sex. It was so tiny, yet...
Anne moaned into me for a second as I started to fondle her, only to push herself off the instant my finger tried to enter her.
I looked at Anne apologetically as she pulled her pants back on.

"I'm sorry Miss." I told her, trying to ward of her frown. "I just want you to feel the kind of love and pleasure you've shared with me. You know that don�t you?"
"I know, Miss Tanzuki san." She said, a sadness entering her eyes.
It was the first time I'd ever seen her upset like this. My heart collapsed in my chest and I gingerly sat up, wincing at the pain in my rump.
"Anne. No?" I begged her as she brushed my hands away. "I don�t mean anything bad by that, I... I don�t know what to say."
"Just do as I say okay!" She replied, half in tears. "I don�t want you taking my pants off and please just stop trying to penetrate me."
I blinked at the word. 'Penetrate'. Not 'finger' or 'give head' but penetrate.
And why couldn't I see her with her pants off. She had let me touch her but never let me look.
I shook my head and brushed the thoughts away, simply hugging the child to me.

"I love you Mistress Anne!" I replied as I hugged her, "I wish to god I should show you that love the way you show me. But I won�t push you. If you set boundaries then I won�t cross them."
Pulling Anne back onto my lap, we resisted together. I let the closeness sink in and felt her calm at the warmth of skin against skin, Breast against breast.
"Akemi?" She asked as I ran my hands over her back into her pants to hold her rump again.
"Don�t worry Miss." I re-assured. "I promised."

When Anne finally got up the sexual urges had left us but there was a peace there, and a trust that I hadn't expected. Anne Giggled as she got to her feet and I attempted to move to a nearby chair.
It was a large ezi-chair and while it dwarfed most of the children I was comfortable in it. In this case though the rough material made my already red rump sore and itchy - I went to stand up only to have Anne motion me sit again.
"Anne!" I pined, "My arse is sore as it is. This seat will cut me to ribbons!"
"You still need Discipline!" She replied, heading for the entrance to the reading space. "I'm going to grab my books -"
"Wait!" I interrupted. Clambering out of the seat and onto my knees I grabbed Anne�s top and threw it to her. Since she hadn't been expecting it the shirt landed on her head and, after a brief glimpse at what she'd been thrown, the girl re-dressed and straightened her clothes.

"Thanks Tanzuki-chan!" She grinned, "That would have been embarrassing."
"Don�t mention it."

Rather than sitting in the chair I transferred myself to the beanbag. When Mistress Anne came back she didn�t object to the change and plonked herself down in my lap; where we stayed, and ate and studied and kissed and loved until the bell rang for the next class.

... About 15 minutes all up. With Anne around though, 15 minutes is a lifetime.

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