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her young, apparently innocent–so apparently innocent that it made his heart ache–face, with its slightly turned-up nose just the tiniest bit too small, and the little mouth that he now found he just wanted to kiss, made him want to protect and violate her simultaneously. He put his right hand down to toy with her butt-plug experimentally.
    Sarah said, "Oh! Oh, sir–please..."
    Far from certain he was getting this right, he said in a low voice, “We will take care of it, young lady, but first you must make the preparations you have agreed to. Tomorrow morning, you’re going to make an appointment for a wax all over, especially between your legs. I want your little cunt" (she gave a tiny whimper at this terrible word, which he imagined she might never have heard spoken aloud before, let alone spoken about her own body) "made smooth for me, before I put my cock there. I'll give you the money for that before you leave tonight. You may take out your butt-plug for the waxing, and put it back in afterward."
    It certainly seemed to be the right thing to have said, judging from the way Sarah was now actually panting, or close to it, with arousal. "Sir?" she said timidly, "may I touch myself?"
    "No, Sarah. Such a bad girl! And you are not to abuse yourself between now and tomorrow night, either. Your cunt and bottom belong to me, now, and for the time being I will be the one to play with them."
    The whimper, which he was quickly coming to think of as "the Sarah noise," already his favorite sound in the entire world, came again from her throat.
    “At eight tomorrow, you’ll come to my house. The key will be under the watering can on the front porch. You'll take a bath. I’m going to be playing with my new toys all night, so I want them nice and clean. Bring the panties you're wearing right now: You won't need the bra.”
     
     

Chapter 9
     
    Sarah found the key Professor Dunn had told her would be under the watering can, and, feeling very faint, let herself into his front door. It was almost eight.
    Driving from Sandy Ridge to Corbin's Bend not to go home but to be deflowered by her kinky professor had been a very strange experience, but nowhere near as difficult as telling her roommate Marilyn where she was going. The decision to tell her hadn't been easy, but at least it was fairly obvious. To her knowledge, Marilyn wasn't kinky, but she was definitely more sexually active than Sarah, and she was almost sure that although Marilyn might disapprove, she wouldn't divulge.
    "If I ever think you're in any danger, though," Marilyn said, after Sarah had confessed, well, that she had kissed Professor Dunn, and he had invited her to his house, and that she strongly suspected she wouldn't be a virgin the next time she saw Marilyn, "I am calling your parents and telling them everything."
    God help her, Sarah knew that made all the sense in the world, but she still wanted to say, "Don't call them unless you know I'm dead." This thing with John (she always thought of him as John now, even though she also almost always, when imagining conversations with him, called him “sir”, and a little thrill of... love? well, certainly of arousal, went through the parts of her that felt so strange now–and of course, after the waxing, not a little painful)–this thing with John felt that way: Romeo and Juliet, Pyramus and Thisbe, Baucis and Philemon. One out of those three ending happily wasn't bad, right?
    Getting waxed for John had been rather embarrassingly revelatory of the submissive nature in which she seemed to be having a crash course. She had gone in after taking two ibuprofen and drinking two beers–before noon. "I am a bad girl," she thought to herself, wondering if this were the kind of thing John might want to spank her for. As she got waxed, she was thinking about being fucked by her new tutor, and it had quickly become clear not just to her but to the middle-aged aesthetician doing the waxing that this was rather an arousing