His Indecent Lessons 2 by Sky Corgan Page B

you won't do no matter what. If I get into teaching you about BDSM, I'll cover the subject more thoroughly. That's a more advanced class though. It's not incredibly important for you to know about it now. We're going to take things very very slow, considering that you've never had sex before.”
    “Oh.”
    The way he sounded so put together sent a blush to my cheeks. It was as if talking about sex was just a normal everyday subject for him. He was Professor Damien Reed, no different than he was in the classroom, confident and professional. I, on the other hand, was a nervous wreck inside. Every time he said the word 'sex', the butterflies in my stomach would take flight, flapping around wildly. There were sensations in other places too, but I tried to ignore those, for the most part. Those yearnings would be taken care of soon enough, I hoped.
    “So, anymore hard limits?” he asked.
    I suddenly felt confused. “I don't think so. Could you give me some examples of what other peoples' hard limits are?”
    “Well, a lot of people don't like pain. They might be against being whipped or paddled.”
    The thought of being paddled sent an aching need straight to my pussy. I had never met anyone who would be willing to do it. All of my past boyfriends were strictly vanilla. Or so I had assumed, considering I hadn't slept with any of them. Damien seemed like a kinky freak by comparison. Then again, he was a lot older, a lot more mature, and he taught this strange sex class.
    I shrugged before saying, “I'll try almost anything once.”
    “Except anal sex,” he noted.
    “Yes. Except anal sex.” I nodded.
    “What do you have against anal sex?”
    I felt embarrassed to say it, but I couldn't come up with a good enough lie that didn't sound stupid. “I think it's mostly for gay men.”
    He let out a short laugh. “Anal sex is not just for gay men.”
    “I still don't think I'd want to try it. It sounds kind of gross to me.”
    The grin stayed on his face. “Okay then. Well, that pretty much covers everything, except that you left the ultimate sexual fantasy question blank.”
    “I wasn't sure if you meant a realistic fantasy or one of those fantasies you have that you'd never actually live out.”
    “It doesn't really matter. I just ask this question, so I can get a better idea of what you're actually into, or perhaps the things that you'd like to try.”
    A blush came to my cheeks as I opened my mouth to speak. “Well, I kind of would like to be spanked.”
    I expected him to say that my fantasy was tame, but he didn't say anything. Instead, he pulled a pen out of his pocket and filled in the blank spot on my questionnaire.
    “Anything else?” he asked.
    “No.” I shook my head.
    “Alright. Well, I'm sure you'll come up with more as we progress through our lessons. These classes are very much about sexual awakening, figuring out what you like and don't like.”
    That sounded absolutely blissful. Anything that Damien did to me, I would probably like . . . a lot.
    “How many other students do you have?” I inquired, and then wanted to slap myself for it, knowing the answer would depress me.
    “Just you, for right now.”
    Relief flooded through me. He's mine. All mine. At least, for now. The thought gave me a strange sense of satisfaction. Part of me wanted to ask him if he had a girlfriend, but I didn't want to press my luck. I would hold onto the fantasy that he belonged to me exclusively, for as long as I could.
    “Do you have any other questions for me?” He set the questionnaire down on the table and relaxed back into the couch, crossing his ankle on top of his knee.
    “No. I don't think so.”
    It felt so strange having his complete attention. I wanted to look at him, but I couldn't, knowing I'd meet those deep dark eyes. They always seemed like they were burning right into me, making me feel exposed and vulnerable. I loved that about him, but I also hated it.
    “Tell me about yourself,” he