Mafia in College 10

My mood was impeccably good as I turned on my computer. Why wouldn’t it should be good, I thought. After all, I had just returned from a fruitful trip with a sexy brunette, who had a rather impressive reaction to adrenaline, and to make things even better, I was about to teach a stark lesson in discipline to my most unruly student with the help of my newly conscripted assistant. 

All was well. 

I couldn’t help but smirk in satisfaction as I opened up the program that allowed me to hijack Megan’s computer, and her vision filled my screen. Just a glance was enough for my pants to tighten despite Amelia’s best efforts to drain me earlier. Megan looked really impressive, wearing nothing but a fluffy white bathrobe, the crimson of her hair contrasting nicely with its brightness. The fact that she was pacing the room restlessly just made the things better. To her knowledge, she was away from any prying eyes in her room, so she didn’t bother to keep her robe fastened during her movement, which had loosened enough to create an impressive valley between her breasts, creating a cleavage that would make people crash with excitement. 

I kept my focus on the screen, doing my best to etch the memory into my mind. While I took a recording for the purposes of archiving, there was a certain unique touch that was a certain magic in the original viewing of such an excellent movie. 

 But as much as I enjoyed watching her restless but sexy walk, things needed to start rolling. I sent a message to Camilla, ordering her to move into the nest five minutes while I moved to the kitchen, preparing myself a delicious tuna sandwich to recover some of the energy I had lost. 

When I moved back to my desk, my phone was in my hand once more, but this time, I had a different recipient in mind. ‘Good evening, dear leader,’ I wrote, punctuated by a smiling face, once again using the mystery identity of a sorority sister. 

Megan flinched as her phone rumbled, and she was reticent as she reached for her phone. From the way she blanched the moment she checked the screen, my message, or rather, a message from her mysterious sorority sister, was the last thing she wanted. But, she needed to learn that wishes were not reality. Luckily, she had a selfless teacher like me that was willing to work overtime to teach her that lesson.

‘What do you want,’ she wrote back in return. ‘I have done what you asked, isn’t it enough.’ From her expression, it was easy to see that she wasn’t hopeful that her poor attempt of subterfuge would work, but she tried it anyway. I had to admit, she could be really decisive when the situation demanded. 

‘Really, you call today a success?’ I have written back. ‘My friends had a different view of the day. From what they say, the professor barely reacted to whatever you were trying to sell.’

‘There’s a reason for that. I haven’t done much during the class, but I stayed behind after the class to take the revenge,’ she answered, desperately trying to reframe the situation in a convincing way. Unlucky for her, she didn’t know she was trying to manipulate someone with first-hand knowledge of the situation.  

‘Share them, then,’ I wrote back, too amused to act like I bought her excuse even for a moment.

‘Share what?’ was her dumbfounded reply. 

‘The photos you took as evidence, of course,’ I countered. Megan’s expression of shock was truly delicious, her finger hovering above the screen in indecision. She collapsed on her bed, her expression marred with worry, but I had to admit, I was more interested with the widening gap in front of her robe, giving me a glimpse of her nipple before she absentmindedly fixed it. ‘You took at least one photo, right?’ I sent another message, almost a minute later, giving her worry just enough time to peak. 

Emotions cycled on her face before stopping in determination, and she wrote an answer. ‘I wasn’t able to take any, my battery was dead because of all the messaging we did during the class. But believe me, he was a true mess when I left.’ she wrote back, throwing one last Hail Mary pass before admitting defeat. 

‘Really?’ I wrote back. ‘So, explain to me why he was very composed when he left the classroom while you left it a couple minutes later, with a red face and trembling legs.’ Well, technically, I didn’t know how she looked while she was leaving the classroom, but at this point, it was a safe bet to take. Even if she had managed to gather herself during her exit, I had trouble imagining her reversing the argument based on that fact. 

Her expression of total defeat contributed to my erection almost as much as her sexy breasts and her lean body. ‘You knew from the beginning!’ she wrote accusingly. 

‘Of course I did, my dear leader. Unlike you, I take my responsibilities, even self-assigned ones, very seriously. I was there in the corridor, observing your defeated retreat. I was just curious how long you were going to flab helplessly before sinking.’ At that point, I lost my ability to keep my snickering inside. Luckily, I was alone, so I had no obligation to keep my voice down. 

‘Now what,’ she wrote, her curt reply trying to convey a rebelliousness that was absent from her face or from her body. Defiant to the last, I commented in appreciation.  

‘It’s time for punishment, of course,’ I informed her. ‘Luckily for you, I just saw your favorite toy passing the hallway, which means we can experiment today without something a bit more substantial than self-spanking.’

And just like that, alarm joined back to her face. ‘What do you mean,’ she wrote. 

‘Simple, tonight, you’re going to explain to your toy that you have a different game in mind, and she’ll become the vessel which I will punish you through. I’m going to write tasks of punishment to you, and your little sexy Latina friend will be the one that delivered them after you explain them to her.’

Pure outrage flared on her face, and for a moment, I had thought that she was going to push back the offer, but it didn’t take long for it to fade, unable to maintain its heat against the cold truth of blackmail. ‘Okay,’ she wrote back, sighing in defeat. 

I could see her surrender, but I wanted to make sure that it worked exactly as I wanted. The last thing I needed was to act in a way that would cause an inconvenient setback in both Megan and Camilla. ‘I’m giving you one last chance, and not asking you to record what’s happening real-time. But that doesn’t mean that you’re isolated from my knowledge. If you don’t follow my directions to the letter, I’ll know. Then we’ll stop playing games and move onto real punishment. And, believe me, you wouldn’t want that. It won’t be as fun as you might expect.’ 

She didn’t write back, but thanks to my real-time video feed from her laptop, her messages weren’t necessary for me to receive an answer. Her defeated expression spelled the answer in sufficient clarity. ‘Keep your phone in easy reach, and have fun,’ I wrote. 

Then, I sent a quick message to Camilla. ‘Feel free to cut loose tonight. It’s my gift,’ I wrote to her. She sent a question mark in return, but I ignored it. She was smart enough to get the message after all the assurances, and if she failed despite all… Well, it wasn’t exactly difficult to switch the situation around and use Megan to deliver a much-deserved punishment.  

Then, my time to think was over. A knock rang on the door, marking the second stage of my little game. Nancy sighed as she stood up, fixed her robe and walked towards the door, momentarily hiding her from the view due to the camera’s position. A moment later, she was back in the view, accompanied by none other than my new teaching assistant. Camilla was dressed in a knee-length skirt and a loose blouse, both in unappealing pastel colors that covered the treasures that were hidden underneath. I was glad that I had a shortcut for those riches. 

I enjoyed my sandwich while Nancy took a seat on her bed, and invited Camilla to sit next to her. Camilla was reticent despite my earlier assurances, afraid of the fallout in case of failure. I took a mental note to punish her for her lack of faith in our next face to face meeting. Other than that, I watched as Megan started talking with Camilla with a kind manner that contrasted greatly with their earlier relationship. 

It was a smart move, approaching Camilla with kindness, trying to make sure that Camilla wouldn’t go overboard when she moved onto the punishment phase. Unfortunately for her, she was too distracted to notice Camilla’s suspicious glare, nor she was aware that any kindness wouldn’t be attributed to her. I loved playing rigged games where the opponent lost before making the first move. 

While watching Megan trying to prepare Camilla for the next step was amusing, it was nothing compared to the next step. I sent another message to Megan, initiating the much-awaited next act. ‘Let’s start with some spanking. Ten sounds like a good number.’ I watched as Megan’s face lost its color as she read the message, showing that she had been hoping for more time to breach the subject. And just like the gentleman I was, I sent her a follow-up message that would make her situation direr. ‘Directly to your naked bottom, of course, and make sure that they are stiff enough, or next time, it’s going to be a paddle delivered by me. And that’s something you don’t want.’ 

“Let’s try something different tonight,” Megan managed to say to Camilla after a deep breath, unable to raise her gaze from the floor. A mistake on her part, as the way Camilla’s expression shifted would have clued her about the inaccuracy of her assumptions. 

“Like what,” Camilla answered, confusion on her tone not fake. 

“I was thinking … maybe we could switch roles tonight,” Megan murmured. 

“Really? You want to-” Camilla started, but Megan interjected, not allowing her to finish.

“I thought it would be an interesting change,” Megan said, still studiously avoiding Camilla’s gaze, which allowed my new assistant enough time to process the situation. “It’s okay, right?” Megan asked, her facade of confidence paper-thick. 

“How are we going to do it,” Camilla said after a while. “Any preferences, or would you like me to pick.” 

“Maybe we can start with spanking,” Megan murmured even as she stood up, and divested herself from her bathrobe with one pull. I couldn’t help but let out a whistle as I met with the amazing view of her body once again. She might be a spoiled brat, but that didn’t change the fact that her body was top-notch in deliciousness scale, her hips and chest sufficiently curvy despite her overall thinness, contrasting nicely with Camilla’s voluptuous thickness. The sexiest double-act in the whole school, no doubt. When the time came, taking them together would be a glorious experience that I would treasure until my last breath. 

 She didn’t show much concern to her nakedness, which wasn’t really surprising considering her extended relationship with Camilla, even though it was outside her zone of comfort. The interesting part was Camilla’s excited gaze, tracing Megan’s curves with great interest, suggesting that their relationship might have a messed-up basis, but mutual physical attraction still played a big role. 

“Do you want me to lock the door,” Camilla asked suddenly, her gaze sliding towards the door. 

“Good idea,” Megan said, trying to sound casual, but her widening eyes betrayed the panic she felt for her mistake. Megan lay on the bed, preparing for the next step, while Camilla walked towards the door. When Camilla returned, she met with Megan’s booty conveniently placed as Megan’s chest pressed against the covers while her feet were still on the floor. 

Camilla’s face was a mixture of anticipation and fear, with a generous dash of surprise still present as she tried to process the reversal of her fortunes. She was hesitant as she sat down next to Megan, her gaze filled with fascination as she examined Megan’s bottom. It might not be the first time she was seeing Megan naked, but I was willing to bet that it was the first time where Megan was really vulnerable. “Are you ready to begin?” Camilla asked, her attempt to sound determined failing adorably as her voice cracked midway. 

“Let’s start,” Megan said, her voice carrying a hint of a crack as well despite her attempts to come across impervious. It must be burning her to be forced into a situation like that due to the will of her unnamed ‘benefactor’, especially since she was well aware her situation would be much worse if the said ‘benefactor’ actually decided to hurt her. 

A smile appeared on Camilla’s face, trembling yet hungry, and her hand met with Megan’s bottom. Admittedly, it was a soft one, barely above a caress, creating almost no sound, but Megan flinched nevertheless. It was unfortunate that the angle didn’t give me a view of her face. Camilla’s hand hovered, while she tried to gather her courage for the next one, but Megan spoke before she could do so. “Harder,” she said with great reluctance, showing that she was taking my warnings seriously. 

A second later, Camilla’s hand connected with Megan’s bottom once more, this time hard enough to leave a soft pink blemish on her otherwise white skin. “How is this?” Camilla questioned. 

“Better, but try to hit even harder. I want to hear its sound” Megan corrected. Apparently, my display of ‘clairvoyance’ during the first session suitably impressed her that she wasn’t willing to take any chances. It looked like she was betting on the fact that I had been listening to her room from one of the connected ones. Not a bad idea, I had to admit, even though it was ultimately very wrong. 

Camilla’s answer came in the form of another spank, finally accompanied with a delicious cracking sound, which was immediately followed by a pained gasp from Megan. But to her credit, Megan just took a deep breath to prepare herself for the next instead of complaining. Camilla waited for a second, waiting for a response that wouldn’t come, before her hand shearing the air in a sudden movement. 

I had thought that the rest of the flow would go in a predictable manner, which, surprisingly, turned out to be inaccurate, when Camilla’s free hand reached for the buttons of her blouse, getting rid of the top two before her hand landed on Megan’s bottom once again. Rest of the buttons suffered the same fate immediately, revealing Camilla’s bra underneath, a conservative piece that underlined the need for a shopping expedition. 

But that need took back-seat against the need when, after another spank which was considerably harder than the others, Camilla’s hands slipped under her bra, pushing its borders just enough to give a delicious glimpse of her brown skin as her fingers sank into her flesh, awakening a vision of pleasure on her face, getting thicker with each repeat. 

Even more interestingly, the surprises for the evening weren’t limited to just that. Despite the poor view provided by the webcam, I could see a very telling glistening between Megan’s legs, hinting that she didn’t find the situation as distasteful as she had first thought. A soft yelp still escaped with each spank, but the pleasure on its edges got more and more visible with each repeat. Even more telling, she made no attempt to stop Camilla despite the count moving well-past the initial ten I had ordered.

I wasn’t the only one that noticed Megan’s changing mood. Camilla started to get more and more adventurous as the number on the counter grew. Her fingers stayed on Megan’s bottom after each repeat, a move appreciated by Megan if her hums were any indicator. A few more spanks, and Camilla stopped being restricted to safer spots, letting her hand caress Megan’s nether lips after each spank. A fleeting touch at first, but the duration increased noticeably after each repeat. 

At the excitement, Megan had forgotten to count for the spanks, but the counter was well into the twenties, quite a bit more than my initial request, so I decided to let it go. The space between spanks had lengthened further to a point that Camilla’s finger was spending the majority of their time on her folds rather than on her bottom, her punishment falling to the side. 

And that wasn’t the only interesting development. Camilla’s idle hand had decided for a change of venue, and slid under her skirt instead, causing it to ride up, providing me with the view of her leg, just at the right thickness. But that wasn’t the full extent of her display. She grabbed the edge of her panties, pushing them down to her ankles with a rapid movement, her skirt already around her waist, showing that she was even further than Megan on the subject of arousal. 

Megan moaned with enthusiasm when Camilla slid the first digit of her index finger in her slit, earning an enthusiastic moan from her, which was all Camilla needed to abandon spanking her in favor of pushing her finger deeper into her, the second one joining to the task soon after. “Yes!” Megan moaned, loud enough to cause my speaker to make a cracking noise. 

That proved to be only encouragement Camilla needed to throw away her restrain, two other fingers joining the first as they slid deeper into Megan’s core, an action her free hand replicated just moments later with her own core, her mouth falling open under the rush of pleasure, her moans mixing with Megan’s. 

It was a true pleasure to watch two women’s rapid journey towards the peaks of pleasure, especially with the knowledge that both were under my total control, and the fact that they didn’t know the full extent of it just made it even more delicious. 

“Do you like it,” Camilla said as her fingers traveled deeper and deeper into her insides, making Megan moan loudly. I would have said it was surprising, but her next words were more deserving of that statement. “I asked you a question,” she followed up as her hands pulled out of Megan’s slit, and landed on her bottom with a sharp crack, harder than any other spank she had delivered today. 

“I do,” Megan answered, mixed with a moan, compounding my shock even further. Even if I hadn’t been expecting her to have an iron will, her quick compliance had been surprising. I hoped that it was just a sign of her response in a safer spot, and she was going to display a better resistance to face to face. 

“Excellent,” Camilla said even as her fingers disappeared between Megan’s legs once more, driving her towards a climax, which arrived in less than a minute of silent focus, signaled by her out of control cries. 

I reached my phone while Megan collapsed in pleasure-filled cries, and sent Camilla a message, ordering her to visit me. She looked reluctant, her fingers quickening to make her reach for orgasm, so I sent a follow-up message, just one word. ‘Now!’ it read. I took pride in the way her face blanched a bit. Even with a meek target like Camilla, establishing that level of control in just a few meetings was an expert-level success. 

“I need to go,” Camilla murmured as she leaned down to fix her panties. Megan just murmured in response, still under the effects of the orgasm, preventing a coherent response. 

I watched as Camilla fixed her clothing slowly, each move measured as she slowly covered her body with her boring clothes, which would have annoyed me a lot if her destination wasn’t my home, where a set of more interesting clothing, not to mention a follow-up with the lack of it, was waiting for her. 

I waited for Camilla to leave to send a message to Megan. ‘Since your toy is leaving the room, should I assume you have completed the task successfully, or do I need to come up with an alternative method.’ 

Megan barely managed to raise her head when alerted by the buzzing of her phone. It was unfortunate that I wasn’t able to see her face, but the stiffening her body clued me enough about her mood. ‘It’s done,’ she wrote even as a sigh left her mouth. 

‘And you don’t mind sharing the evidence, of course,’ I said, earning a louder follow-up sigh, but she had no delay as she raised her head, and took a picture of her ass, tender and glowing with patches of red. 

‘Good work,’ I said even as I saved up the picture, hardness of my boner reaching an unbearable point. Luckily, my new assistant was on the way to cure my horrible ailment. ‘Your work for tonight is complete. You will receive your next task tomorrow.’

‘Next task!’ she wrote back even as she let out a frustrated cry, her annoyance enough to break through the haze of her orgasm.

‘Yes, your next task. Tonight was just the payment for tonight’s failure. Tomorrow, you’re going to repeat today’s task, and for your safety, you’re going to successfully complete it.’ After hearing her frustrated cry, I couldn’t help to send one last quip. ‘I recommend forgoing underwear, maybe that way, you’ll be able to catch his eye.’ 

Who knew playing both the target and the instigator could be so much fun!