Free Learning to Yield (Power Exchange Academy - Submissive Center/Master's School) by Madelene Martin Page A

looking at him, unable to keep the frustration out of her tone.
    A slow smile spread over his face. He let go of her jaw, and her head sagged, hair falling in a curtain around her face.
    He grabbed her hip, holding her firm. Bent over her back as he thrust his fingers in and out. In a voice too low for anyone but Ashley to hear, dripping with lust and pleasure, he spoke. "If I could... I would take you right here."
    It was too much.
    She tensed and squirmed, trying to get away. Then helplessly cried out. It was too late. She couldn't hold it back. Frustrated, embarrassed tears stung her eyes, and she shuddered and moaned loudly as her orgasm hit.

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    Five minutes later, Ashley was waiting outside Mr. Morgan's office.
    Still warm with the glow of release after her embarrassing yet satisfying climax, she tried in vain to calm her racing heart.
    This was it - she would finally get some time alone with Mr. Morgan. Pity it was under such circumstances. Had she really envied Vanessa's trip to his office yesterday?
    She'd been an idiot. He was going to punish her, and it would probably be as humiliating as the inspection had been. And despite being curious about certain kinks, Ashley had never understood how pain could be sexy.
    She'd been shown the way by Juliette, who had orders not to talk to her. A quick smile was all the assistant offered in the way of comfort, before walking away, heels tapping on the floor.
    If Ashley thought she was nervous before, this was far worse. She was still naked - except for her shoes which they had made her put back on, and as instructed, she was kneeling in the wait position, legs parted and head down with her hands behind her neck.
    She was out in the hallway where anyone could see. All she could do was hope no one came by. As well as a couple of dungeon-like rooms, they had passed a few closed doors on the way here. She didn't know if other classes or people shared the building, but she suspected they did.
    Minutes crawled by, and Ashley shifted uncomfortably. Her knees were aching, her face red and her eyes stinging with unshed tears. Was the class over yet? Karen was the only one left, and surely she'd finished her inspection by now. Was he making her wait just to add to the punishment?
    Leisurely footsteps were coming down the corridor. Ashley resisted the urge to look up, even though she desperately wanted to.
    It was him. His worn leather boots stopped right in front of her. Even as frustrated and anxious as she was, she was relieved to see him.
    After a moment's pause where she could feel him looking down at her, Mr. Morgan opened the office door, holding it wide.
    "Come in, Ashley."
    She started to get up.
    He growled a reprimand, and she briefly glanced at him he held out a hand to stop her. "Did I tell you to stand?"
    It was his usual smooth deep voice, calm rather than angry. Still, Ashley flinched, moving doubtfully back into her kneeling pose.
    "Um, sorry Sir, I -" She spluttered, looking at his feet.
    "You may crawl."
    She paused. That, she hadn't been expecting. But she was desperate to please him, so she dropped to her hands and knees and began to crawl through the open door.
    She had to bite her lip against the discomfort it caused her knees, and when she saw the thick red rug in his office she wanted to shout with happiness. As soon as she put her knees on it she felt instant relief, and let out a sigh of pleasure.
    "Kneel in front of my chair." He told her.
    There was a red upholstered chair to one side, at the edge of the rug. Ashley made her way there and knelt, sitting on her calves and putting her hands behind her back.
    He moved about the office for a minute. She heard cupboards opening and closing and papers shuffling. Finally, he walked in front of her and sat down, crossing his ankles in front of Ashley's eyes.
    "I want you to look at me from now on." He said.
    She raised her eyes, pleased to have the chance to look at him. He was leaning forward in the chair,