The hour comes for Emma to go; she finds her panties almost saturated again. She blushes to herself that she has done this so soon again, and after washing the panties yesterday to make sure they were fresh.
Spending all day thinking about what is coming, she has been almost leaving a trail everywhere she walks. And then dressing as she had yesterday brought all those memories back, not to mention her anticipation of what is ahead of her.
This new plateau of existence is almost too much for her. These feelings and desires which have been washing over her this last week are so much for her to comprehend.
And now she will be taken further.
From this whole week of abandonment, something inside of her realizes that as much as she wants to feel these things again, and more, that will not be enough. There is something nagging at the back of her mind-- her climaxing might not be what she really needs. No, she wants to do whatever is demanded of her to serve the Professor in the way he desires to be served by her.
This realization comes over her as she is walking to her car to leave, unnerving her so that she almost falls on the driveway in her high heels. Luckily, grabbing the hood of her car, she steadies herself as this new insight overwhelms her.
Could this be what his lecture was about? Is it the fact that yielding to another is the utmost pleasure?
She is still so unsure. She wants his touch so much. But this little seed of an understanding will now begin to grow and grow until it is the full flower of what she could offer and need.
Shaking more than she has been for the whole afternoon in anticipation, but now with the new awareness manifold in her, she gets into her car.
Breathing deep a few times to calm herself, she starts the car and drives to the Professor’s house. Pulling in his drive, Emma is glad to see on her car clock that she is a few minutes early. She likes the feel of his hand as he spanks her. But she so wants to show she can be obedient to his commands today.
This has to be the beginning of what she yearns for; please let it be, she hopes.
And Donald had alluded that a spanking was ahead for her today due to her touching herself and then later, squirming when she was to lie for him to view. This sends a new shudder through her as she gets out of her car.
Emma walks carefully to the door on the high heels following the earlier almost-mishap in her drive. She does not want to arrive at the door tripping and on her knees.
She rings the doorbell and waits. And waits. And waits.
It really isn’t that long, but to her, it is a millennium. She feels the wetness between her legs, and squirms as she waits. And after what is only three or four minutes, but in her mind forever, Donald opens the door.
Now it should be mentioned here and now, so to understand further along, Donald has been watching her since she pulled into his drive. He has surveillance cameras on his drive and door and around his property.
Seeing Emma so obviously nervous and yet so ready hardens him as he watches her arrival. Aroused, he quickly relieves himself so to present himself in a controlled and in-command posture in front of her.
Never can Emma ever suspect that she has this power over him. Just watching or imagining her is able to make him weak. No, that will never do, not for what this is to become between them. So, for now, he quickly jerks himself to a climax while watching her stand nervously at his door.
Yes, this will be the dilemma between the Professor and Emma for their whole time together. Donald is in control, or is he? Emma could do something to him, taking him to where he would worship at her feet.
But he is the one to be in control; she needs him to be, for her. And he needs to be, for himself too. Too often though, he finds himself succumbing to her charms, her naivety, her sexuality, so that he finds himself realizing that in many ways, she truly is who is in control, even if she does not realize it, yet.