Needing Leah

The story so far:

Last chapter saw Leah make up with Ellie by enticing her into giving out punishment. Whilst delivering parcels for Shiv, Leah discovered the identity of Subrosa. This information left her struggling with a panic attack, at which she happened to bump into Roisin. Reeling and panicked, Leah opened up to her...

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21: Fragile And Fleeting

Once again, I panicked. I hadn't been thinking straight. I had spilled it all to Roisin without thought of what I was saying. The look on her face had been one of worrying seriousness. She was listening, truly listening; which felt far more terrifying than being dismissed. When I was finished, she suggested walking back to the lemon room in order to discuss it more. That seemed to snap me to my senses. I insisted I'd been mistaken. I told her to forget everything. I told her it was a joke. When she pressed, I ran. I fled like a coward for Selene dormitory. What had I been thinking? Once again, I was tasked with having to explain something terrible to Ellie.

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"So, hang on." She said, arms folded over her buttoned chest. "I get you were panicked. I get Roisin appeared at a time your head was all over the place. You spilled your guts, that makes sense to me. I've encouraged you before to talk to her." She exhaled heavy frustration. "There's so many different things you could've told her about, though. Even secrets! Being Liam, for example. It's a risky thing to tell but I could understand why you might. what Anna did, or even who Subrosa was - you'd just walked away from learning about Subrosa, for fuck's sake!" She took a deep breath. "But the secret you told...is the one secret that'smybusiness?"

She was angry, though both her confusion and the strenuous effort to remain calm kept her voice at a quiet level.

"It's my business, too." I said. "I wasn't there when Miss Daphne...hurt you...but I'm still the reason you had that detention."

"I got it because I attacked Danielle."

"Which you did because you were sticking up for me!" Truthfully, Ellie had made the decision not to report Miss Daphne, and now I had effectively done so without even Ellie's awareness. I was reeling from too much panic to think clearly, however. "You've always talked up the need for me to stick up for myself, yet you won't fight at all when it comes to Miss Daphne!"

Ellie's tone was flat. "So is that your argument? You were sticking up for me?" She laughed disbelievingly. "If I reported Anna, would you consider that supportive?"

"That's different. The police would find out who I am!"

Her patience slipped. "Leah! For once, can you not just get defensive when you fuck up? All your apologies turn into arguments. It's exhausting." She stopped herself saying anything more. She down on the bed and flattened the folds in her skirt. There was a long pause.

"You told Roisin about Miss Daphne because you were annoyed that we hadn't talked much about it ourselves, right? You're annoyed we have no revenge plan in place, so you took it upon yourself to do something."

"Not deliberately."

"This is all despite me telling you we have to be patient, that we shouldn't make the Christmas holiday a deadline."

My gaze fell to the floor. I mumbled my answer. "I just think we should talk about a plan for Miss Daphne. You stopped me when I tried before."

"She can wait, Leah."

I studied her face. I wasn't sure Ellie was being pragmatic or hesitant. Executing one plan before preparing the next made some sense, but was that her issue? There was sorrow in her eyes. I could read the thought clearly:Miss Daphne can wait because I don't deserve justice.That same thought, that same basic fear we so often looped back to in arguments. The idea that she was abad person...

Ellie leant against the desk, as though heavily burdened. "Can we not fight about this? You've fucked up and we can't just..." She held her breath and pressed her fist down hard against the desk, as though trying to grind her knuckles to dust.

"Ellie?"

"Get on your knees!" She snapped, taking me by surprise. "I'm trying my best not to lose it, ok? Get on your fucking knees and don't speak unless I tell you to."

I dropped, unsure whether punishment was a good idea right now. It had worked after I had kissed Jess, but this was something more serious.

"When you have your next session, tell Roisin you were wrong." Ellie said, pacing around me.

"Ellie, I already tried to..."

"DON'T FUCKING SPEAK!" She then recoiled at the anger in her own voice. "Tell her again, if you need to. Be more convincing. I don't want her filing a report. As for Subrosa...I don't know what we do." She pressed her head against the desk to think it through. She was panicking. I wanted to come forwards and hug her. As it was, she had me kneeling. She was fighting a visible battle to keep a lid on her fear.

"I don't think anyone will believe us if we rat on her." She said.

That was likely true. Kiara took too much care to come across as a nice person, not to mention Subrosa very publicly outed Kiara three years ago for bed wetting. That fact now seemed like an incredibly weird yet effective alibi.

"How the fuck could she know about my brother? I don't want her spreading that about. I just don't."

So she did have a brother? Why had she never told me?

"We can't retaliate while she's got the upper hand." Ellie continued. "If we don't do anything more to piss her off, she might hold back for a while, but that's hardly a solution." She snarled again then turned to look at me. "I assume the plan for Anna is off, now?"

I nodded bleakly. If Kiara had so easily betrayed our trust, relying on Danielle felt impossible. Perhaps Ellie had even been right about Jess? She might not have been Subrosa, but that didn't make her a reliable accomplice. Ellie nodded, as though this had always been inevitable.

"I thought it a flimsy plan. So much could easily go wrong. It puts us back to square one again, though." She pressed her head to the desk once more. "I don't know what to do. I don't know..." She sounded distraught. She was rambling. "If Miss Daphne finds out she's been reported for caning students...if she finds out and she doesn't get suspended...she'll put two and two together. She'll blame me for reporting her and....and..."

Ellie didn't need to say it. We both knew she was the kind of teacher to seek revenge. The caning Ellie had already received was brutal enough. I couldn't bear the thought of her suffering anything more. Anything worse.

"It's ok, Ellie." I rose to my feet, longing to comfort her. "Don't panic, we'll..."

"Leah, if I tell you to be quiet, do it." She grabbed my cheeks tightly, squeezing my mouth together so I couldn't respond. I found myself dropping again to my knees. "Right now, what you've done feels like a betrayal. I'm finding it hard to forgive, even though I want to, so just...just prove to me you're sorry. Prove I can trust you to do as your told, alright? I don't want to feel angry. Punishment helped last time."

"This is totally different." I said when she let go of my face. "Ellie, look at yourself. You're not just angry, you're scared."

"I AM NOT scared! I'm NOT!" She stormed towards the cupboard. "From now on, every word that comes out of your mouth..." she was rooting through bags. "Where is it? From now on...from now on..."

Out came something that looked oddly like a large electric toothbrush with a purple head. "For every word that comes out of your mouth, you get a shock, right? So that's...." she counted on her fingers. "Ten, for what you just said."

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Shockwas the right word. The pain wasn't too bad but the sharp and sudden sting of it made my muscles contract. She spread each shock out, heightening the suspense. It was the anxiety, much more than the shock, that made it so difficult.

"Agh! Fuck!" I said, earning me an extra shock. When I kept writhing around, she fetched the frog ties again. I was bound on the floor, knees against the wood with my arse up.

"Are you even sorry, Leah?" You've still barely apologised.

I was shaking, making strange noises of suspense in the moments where she was building up to another zap. I couldn't see when it was going to happen. Something about it made me so on edge. When I started shaking too much, she spanked to make me keep still.

"You still haven't apologised."

"I'm sorry."

Another two shocks. "You're sorry, what?"

"I'm sorry Ellie." Another three shocks. "Please!" I whined.

"No, what are you sorry for? You're trying too hard to keep your sentences short. If you just answered properly the first time, you'd have suffered less.

"I'm sorry Ellie for betraying your trust!" I wailed. She made me suffer another ten shocks, which was definitely more than I'd earned, but I had the sense not to argue. She began walking around me in the circles. I started laughing uncontrollably.

"Why are you laughing?" It made a slight smile flicker on her own face.

"Because...it's overwhelming!" I wailed.

"You don't like the suspense? It's too much?" The smile was wider now, and somewhat sympathetic. I needed that. I needed her anger to cool. Maybe punishment could help? She took a moment to stroke a hand across my back. I flinche, expecting another shock, then started laughing when I suddenly felt embarrassed.

"Is this too much?" She said in a playful taunt, but she didn't shock me when I nodded. She ran her hand through my hair. "Poor little Leah." I close my eyes. She kept stroking until my laughter eased. She seemed to find it cute.

"Are you having fun?" I asked, when my voice was less faltering.

"Yes. You know I am, baby." She said in a soft voice.

Maybe she was right? Maybe punishment was clearing the air? I still felt the urge to talk and comfort her about Roisin but I supposed Ellie was a strange person. What always made her feel most afraid was a lack of control. In many ways, my decision to speak to Roisin had stripped all control and agency away from her. Perhaps the chance to dominate me again was reassuring for Ellie? Maybe it was best to let her seize control until she was ready to talk?

Ellie squatted close before me. Her cleavage was visible beneath her unbuttoned, light-blue shirt. My arousal grew.

"You can forget about cumming." She said breaking into a grin. "You're going back into chastity. Mmmmaaaaaybe I'll still peg you, if you're lucky. You're staying caged and denied until I'm ready to forgive you, though. Do you consent?"

I thought about it for a moment, and wondered what would happen if she didn't forgive me before the holiday? Would she expect me to bear the cage, even when she wasn't here? I decided I'd ask her about that detail when she was calmer, though. For now, I nodded. If she needed control, I would consent...and I couldn't deny my own excitement, either.

"Good girl." She fetched the cage. It felt strange to welcome it. Ellie had gone a little too far last time, demanding I asked permission for every conceivable action, but it had nonetheless been fun. She locked me back up and slipped the key behind her phone case. I glanced down at the hard, black plastic that now burdened me, wondering why it was such a turn-on. I was quickly thinking less about Ellie's state of mind, and more about my sense of pleasure. She sat down on her desk chair and beckoned me forwards with two fingers. It hurt to crawl across the wooden floor on my knees. When I got close, she held her fingers out straight.

"Suck them."

"Er, Ellie." I began but was silenced.

"You're still not allowed to speak, you know? Let's make the shocks spanks instead, that'll hurt more. I'm adding it to your tally. Now, do as you're told."

I obeyed. I could feel her eyes watching me while I knelt, legs bound, silently sucking and licking at her two fingers. She was definitely seeking control. She had always had an effortless skill to make me relinquish mine whenever she wanted. Intimidating. Intoxicating. There were times when I would've gladly given her everything, just for the pleasure of that devilish grin...

Slowly, she began pushing her fingers deeper. When I gagged, she withdrew.

"Terrible gag reflex. It needs work."

"Yes. Sorry, Ellie."

"I thought you understood to stay silent?" She rose to her feet. "If you still can't keep your mouth shut, maybe I should fill it something more."

It was a taunt, right? She wanted to make me squirm. My mind buzzed as I watched her rummage in the cupboard before emerging with a dildo. Silicone and bright blue, yet more flexible than the ones I had encountered before. There was a slight fleshy quality to the material that unsettled me. She didn't want me to...

"Ellie..."

"That's more to your tally." She put the dildo onto the floor in front of me. It had a suction bottom that stuck to the wood. She squatted down opposite. Her eyes were bright and blazing, yet there was a grin on her lips. "I'm going to fuck you, Leah. Would you like that?"

"Yes." I admitted. I was trying to avoid looking at the dildo. It seemed to make my words falter "W-will I, I be allowed-d to c-cum?"

She held up seven fingers to indicate each word I'd spoken. "No. You're going to be too busy with this." She said, giving the dildo a playful, taunting pat. I glanced at it before averting my eyes again and starting to blush. She seemed to find that adorable, smiling as she whispered in my ear.

"I'm going to peg that cute butt of yours. You're gonna take it all like a good girl, yes?"

I nodded, blushing all the more.

"You'll be too busy to cum because you'll have your hands wrapped around this." She said, patting the dildo again. When I didn't look at it, she gently took my head with her hands and redirected my gaze. I hated the way it jiggled slightly. It wasn't a realistic dildo, but it was realistic enough to make me squirm at the idea.

"I want your lips around that." Ellie continued. So far, you've earned 18 spanks that you'll take while I fuck you. Every time you speak, or I hear a moan, or anything that's not the sound ofthis thinginside your mouth..." she jiggled it again. I gulped nervously. "You'll get another spank. Do I make myself clear?"

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.I wanted to be a good girl. The way she smiled endearingly at my embarrassment turned me on, all the more. Even so, the thought was embarrassing. Sucking on her fingers was fine. Even an ordinary dildo might've been ok...but one that looked a little too much like a penis...she knew she was pushing my boundaries...

"At least give it a go." She said. "You might find you like it."

"B-but."

"Stop your blushing and show me you can make an effort."

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It was thick. I had to gape wide, as it pressed against the roof of my mouth. I began robotically, as though trying not to notice the sensation. I didn't suck deep or hard, and my mind was more absorbed by the feelings from behind. The gentle, teasing feel of a strap-on pressed between my cheeks. She rubbed up and down for a while, spanking as she did so. When I stopped sucking, she'd spank me again. I didn't know how I felt about the dildo before me, but the one behind...I would've begged for it to enter, had she not wanted me quiet. She teased it so long that I felt fully aroused. My penis pressed hard against its cage. I wanted it. Iwantedto be fucked. When she eventually entered, I couldn't help the sudden, gasping moan that earned me another spank.

Ellie had her hands on my back. My legs were still bound. I couldn't see her but I could feel her thighs against me. I could feel the warmth of her body, and the dildo pressing deep until I squirmed. It filled me. She laughed a little at the sound that then came from my equally-filled mouth. Something between a moan and a gag. She spanked me again.

"Focus on your job, girl. I want you to try."

She began moving back and forth slowly. It was a different movement to when she had thrust a dildo with her hand, or even when I had ridden one. Perhaps it was the angle? Perhaps it was just Ellie? She was more flexible than I was. There was a slight grind to her movement and a smooth, fluid rhythm. The dildo seemed to reach further and press me in such a way that felt twice as good. I had no idea if she had done this before or not, but she made use of my arse, as though it was natural to her. Power. Dominance. Even grace. I felt not just aroused but in awe. It was somehow both a turn-on and a slight blow to my self-esteem to think that she could probably fuck me way better than I could ever fuck her. I had never even tried. My cock was caged and had becomea clit. Right now, she had the cock. She was fucking me while I sucked another.Why the fuck does that thought turn me on so much?

"That's it. That's my girl." She was speeding up. The thrusts became more forceful until my back was no longer arched with my knees against the floor. The weight of her body pushed my stomach to the wood. It made it harder to get an angle on the dildo in front. I ended up just kissing it. I didn't notice for a while. The feel of the strap-on, pounding me, her body clapping against mine; made it hard to focus on anything else. I must've just been kissing the tip of the dildo for several minutes. Occasionally, my bottom lip rubbed against the head. When Ellie noticed, she spanked me harder. A fast, sharp flurry or hits that came without even breaking her rhythm.

"Ah-argh-argh!" I cried out.

"Suck it like you mean it, Leah. I don't see any effort!"

I began sucking again but, once more, I soon lost focus. I went back to kissing. It took a while for me to notice how much I liked the feel of that. They say the lips are one of the most sensitive parts of the body. Perhaps kissing them against anything would've been arousing, but it felt good. My eyes were closed. I enjoyed the feel. I began rubbing my bottom lip more, then faintly rubbing both lips over the head.

"Suck it, Leah! Show me!"

I opened my mouth wider. I took it deeper. She slowed her rhythm to watch. She spanked again and again, each time demanding I speed up with my mouth. Soon enough my head was bobbing faster than she was fucking. I heard a strange glug noise come from my throat. Ellie seemed to like that because she gave my back a gentle squeeze, then sped up again.

"Keep going, don't stop."

I did. Then, when I gagged, she gave me only a few seconds reprieve before demanding I continue. My eyes were watering a little. Saliva was spilling from my mouth. Her fucking was relentless and made my breasts bounce below me. She would go running every day, I remembered. Sometimes twice a day. Her thighs were rock hard and did not tire in the slightest as she pounded me flat against the floor. Over and over. I couldn't help but moan, no matter how many spanks it earned me. I couldn't help begging.

"Please! Please!" I so needed to cum. I wasn't sure I'd even be able to stop myself. "Please!"

"NO!" She barked, thrusting even harder. I was no longer Leah, nor even Liam. I was a turbulent clash of senses. I was a primal desire. The pleasure to be fucked and the yearning for release. The more I begged, the more I was spanked. She wasn't even keeping count anymore, she was just rapidly and ceaselessly hitting and fucking my arse as hard as she could. I was primal desire and pain. I was a gaping hole to be filled.Filled.Total overload. She was grunting, snarling with every thrust and spank. One hand was gripping tight against my body. Her nails were digging into the skin. Faster. Harder. Spanking more and more until there was no stopping her. She was snarling louder, then louder, then, suddenly, she let out a bestial roar. All of it stopped. She pulled out in one quick movement that made me cry out.