Ophelia sits beside Samantha's desk with her dingy laptop resting on the very edge as she watches the older woman teach a lesson on "The Raven." The junior class that is currently in the classroom is staring right at Samantha, attention fixed on the words that come from her mouth. Her leg itches but Ophelia refrains from scratching it. She doesn't dare move, fearing to draw unwanted attention to herself again. The last time she had breathed too loud the entire class looked her way and Samantha had sighed in aggravation.

She feels like an exotic animal being studied at the zoo with the way some of the students continue to steal glances at her. All she wanted was to escape to Judy's biology classroom but Samantha had told her no.

Unbeknownst to Ophelia, the domme had schemed a master plan to get Ophelia to sit in on all her classes this week. She created an elaborate lie that she needed extra help with lessons and grading. Since Ophelia had offered previously to lend a helping hand, Headmistress Powell had agreed to have Ophelia sit in and do work in Samantha's classes.

Ophelia internally fumes, wishing she could just leave. Although watching Samantha was enthralling, the woman certainly had a talent for captivating her students, Ophelia wanted to take a nap. But an hour ago, Samantha had very plainly said that if Ophelia so much as tried to escape she wouldn't be able to sit for a week when the domme was finished. That leaves her sitting here in the classroom, watching mukbang videos on YouTube.

By lunchtime, Ophelia was so bored that she started watching Shameless on Netflix for the third time. She decides that Lip is an asshole, Fiona is a badass, and Ian and Mickey are goals. When the lunch bell chimes, Ophelia watches as the students all flock to the door in a mad dash. She stands, stretching. "Finally." She walks around the large desk, intent on leaving the classroom that has confined her for the better part of the day.

In front of her, Samantha shuts the door and locks it. "We're eating in here, sweetheart."

She staggers, backing away and into the desk. "What? But I wanted to eat in the cafeteria."

"Hate to burst your bubble but I packed leftovers from dinner last night as our lunch." Samantha walks to the mini fridge and pulls out an oversized YETI lunch bag. Inside is chicken and rice with vegetables. "You slept all day yesterday so you didn't eat dinner. And then you skipped breakfast."

"I had a bowl of fruit!" Ophelia says, but her mouth is watering. She watches Samantha open the tupperware container and place it in the microwave. Soon the smell of the food fills the air. Her stomach lurches, crying out for food by grumbling.

Samantha pulls the steaming container out of the microwave. Ophelia's stomach growls louder at the sight. She sits back down, watching Samantha divide up the food. "You had a few bites of fruit. You didn't finish your breakfast." Samantha sets the container with Ophelia's portion down in front of the submissive. "Eat all of this and I'll give you a reward."

The container with the biggest portion of food is the one given to Ophelia. She takes her fork and immediately digs in. She couldn't resist the aromatic smell of the food any longer. Before even a crumb touches her tongue, Ophelia tenses. She glances over at Samantha who is already eating. Ophelia looks at the floor and then back at the older woman. She slowly slides off her chair and sits down at the domme's feet. She doesn't look up and see if Samantha approves or not. Instinct told her to go ahead and do it without being asked. She found it was better just to do it than ask.

A hand pets her head and Ophelia smiles as she eats, leaning so that her arm brushes Samantha's leg. She was silently begging for forgiveness from the domme but Samantha probably already knew that. She could easily read Ophelia it was scary.

Animal Planet plays on the flatscreen TV while Ophelia lies on the couch. She watches as Sharks swim around and the narrator explains how important they are to the ocean's ecosystem. The remote rests on the coffee table in front of her beside a glass of water and a half-eaten sandwich. She peeks over the back of the couch to see if Samantha is still working. The older woman sits at the kitchen table with her laptop and stacks of papers out.

As if feeling her gaze, Samantha turns to look over her shoulder with a raised brow. Ophelia makes a noise of surprise and immediately ducks back down. "Sweetheart?" The domme's voice carries from across the room making Ophelia blush at being caught staring.

She raises up to peer back over the couch. "Yes?"

Samantha smiles lightly at her. "Wanna come sit with me?"

Rising from the couch, she drops her blanket and tries not to show her excitement in how quickly she walks to the dining table. Ophelia takes a seat on the floor, sighing once her arm touches Samantha's leg. It was like a weight lifted from her shoulders every time Ophelia got to sit at the redhead's feet.

A hand lowers to massage the back of her neck for a minute before Samantha continues with her work. Every now and then she will pet Ophelia's hair or softly run her fingers through Ophelia's black strands. The younger woman eats up the silent praise, relishing in the contact.

Time passes slowly for Ophelia. She dozes a bit and finds that only 15 minutes passed. She stares at the wooden spirals underneath the table and creates shapes in her head. Ophelia even counts the nails and screws that hold the table together. Through it all she waits patiently for Samantha to be done with her work.

When Samantha found her yesterday, Ophelia believed that the domme was in the wrong. She had practically drowned her in the shower and then treated her like a baby. Now, Ophelia understands why the redhead did what she did. Ophelia was out of it. Still kind of is. She aches for a small glass of wine or a cookie to take the overwhelming anxiety away. Her leg bounces at the thought. She hadn't had anything at all today. Only water and healthy foods.

For a snack, Samantha gave Ophelia apples and peanut butter. She had wanted to throw the small container with the food back at the woman for even offering. In the end, Ophelia ate 2 apple slices and none of the peanut butter just to make Samantha stop glancing at her while she created a lesson plan during her free hour. To say she was only a little hungry was an understatement. Ophelia was starving for some sugar or alcohol to take the edge off. Her leg bounces more as she bites her lip wondering about the consequences if she made a run for the cafeteria tomorrow under the guise of a bathroom break. After a full minute of deliberation, Ophelia decides whatever the consequence, it would be worth it.

"Sweetheart?" A hand scratches her head, "Go get ready for bed." Samantha murmurs, bringing Ophelia out of her musings.

The submissive blinks and then stands. "It's only 8 o'clock though." She stares down at Samantha who is still typing on her laptop.

The domme nods her head. "I know. Go shower, you have 10 minutes." A ten-minute timer pops up on the screen with the time counting down.

Ophelia's eyes go wide. Samantha had a timer? "What?" She stares in disbelief. "You're going to time me?"

"I'm timing you now and you're wasting that time." Samantha finally turns to look up at her. She points to the hallway. "Be quick."

She shakes her head, still unbelieving. "But why?"

"Because your bedtime is at 9 o'clock and it's currently 8:30. That's 10 minutes to shower and then you can use the rest of that time to get ready for bed." Samantha places her hands on her knees, running her palms against her thighs.

Looking away from the attractive sight, Ophelia glares at the floor. "I'm not a little kid, I don't need a bedtime."

Samantha stands up, her hand grabs Ophelia's elbow and she brings the younger woman closer. "Ophelia, you need 8 hours of sleep. So you're going to bed at 9 o'clock even if I have to tie you to the bed myself." She forcibly turns Ophelia around to face the hallway. "Stop being a brat and go shower." A hand swiftly smacks her butt making Ophelia jump. "Now."

Stalking away, Ophelia reaches the bathroom and has to stop herself from slamming the door closed. That would just make Samantha mad and then the domme would spank her again. Which Ophelia decidedly didn't want right before bed. No matter how pissed she was about having a bedtime like a child.

She showers quickly, washing away all the dirt and sweat from today. As she washes her body, Ophelia watches as the soap suds gather at her midsection and fluff over her fuzz. Her fingers trail over the coarse hairs barely covering her pussy from view. She dips a finger inside her folds feeling naughty for doing this in Samantha's bathroom. Her pussy is slick from the water and her own dampness. She teases herself, running a finger up and down her slit. Heat simmers below her skin. Ophelia slowly circles her finger around her clit, rubbing gently.

"Ophelia time's up!" Samantha knocks on the door interrupting the younger woman's exploring.

Ophelia shrieks scared that the domme somehow knew what she was up to. She rips her hands away from her body and flattens herself against the cold tile wall.

The door opens and Samantha's voice is clearer. "Sweetheart, are you okay?"

She shakes, wiping the water from her eyes. "Y-yes. You just startled me is all."

Samantha chuckles. "Sorry." Footsteps enter the bathroom. "I'm setting your clothes on the counter. Come to the bedroom when you're done." The door shuts behind Samantha and Ophelia can finally breathe.

She walks to the bedroom, dressed in the pajamas that Samantha picked out for her. Which consists of sweatpants and a T-shirt. She wears her slippers over the fluffy socks on her feet. When she was brushing her hair, Ophelia decided to put it in a simple braid for tomorrow since it was supposed to be windy. She didn't want it to get tangled.

Samantha sits on the bed in the bedroom, still in her work clothes. She smiles at the sight of Ophelia. "My sweet girl." Samantha opens her arms up becoming Ophelia closer. "Come here."

Feeling on edge by the turn of events, Ophelia slowly walks over. When she stands in the V of Samantha's spread legs she self-consciously plays with her hands in front of her. Samantha places her hands on Ophelia's hips, smiling up at the younger woman. "You look beautiful, sweetheart."

Her cheeks go red at the compliment. "Thank you." Ophelia turns her head away from the adoring light in the domme's eyes.

Samantha hums, rubbing her hands up and down Ophelia's sides. "Ready for bed?"

"Yeah." Ophelia stares at the bed. Her pillow is on the left side along with her blanket. There's a mountain of covers though, because Samantha apparently gets cold at night but doesn't want to buy a heated blanket. She had rolled her eyes when the redhead had defended her refusal to purchase one saying that she didn't want it to catch on fire while she slept.

"Good." Samantha stands, her hands still gripping Ophelia's hips. "I'm going to shower and I'll be here in a few." She reaches for the book beside her on the bed that Ophelia didn't notice until now. "You said you liked romance novels so I bought you this. It's a series so if you like this one, I'll get you the rest."

"Being Hers." Ophelia sits down on the bed, trying not to laugh. "You bought me a lesbian BDSM novel?" She flips the back and reads the summary.

Samantha unbuttons her shirt, untucking it from her pants as she goes. Ophelia stares gobsmacked at the older woman's boldness. She watches as Samantha uses one hand to undo her belt and take it off in one smooth motion. She blinks, getting a glimpse of a smooth pale stomach and black sports bra. "I thought it might help." Samantha turns around dropping the shirt down her shoulders and arms.

Ophelia's mouth drops open at the sight. "Help?"

Samantha unbuttons her pants after she tosses the shirt into the hamper inside the closet. She never once turns back around to face Ophelia so all the younger woman sees are the defined muscles in the domme's back. "Yes, help you understand more about D/s play. It's not always going to be spankings. Although what happens in that book isn't what I'll be doing to you." Samantha tosses a grin over her shoulder as she disappears into the hallway to the bathroom.

Throat dry, Ophelia stares for a few moments at the door. "Gosh, I'm so gay for her." 

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Hello! Midterms kicked my ass. FUCK BIOSTATS! and FUCK MATH! I only need addition and subtraction, not some probability bull *cries in failure*

Don't go to graduate school people, it's literally not worth it. 

In other news...I have nothing else to say. 

I hope you all are well and enjoying the change of seasons. It's still in the 80s-70s where I'm at but we have a cold front and I'm so excited to bring out my hoodies. 

Love you!