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Leather’s Kiss (The Full Story)

Thursday, February 1

It proved an undesirable coincidence that today, I planned to discuss secrets and their effects on mental health with my psychology students, and today, I was meetinghim for the first time.

I began my lecture with, “Everyone in this room has a secret.”

“Even you?” A cheeky young male student asked me.

I hesitated before answering, avoiding eye contact with him, fearing I’d reveal too much. “Eyes are the window to the soul,” as the saying goes, and I didn’t want to give my students even the tiniest glimpse into mine.

“Yes, even me,” I replied, but struggled to keep a calm, even tone.

My legs started to quiver, so I paced while continuing. “Today, we explore sexual secrets. For women, sexual secrets are usually sexual victimization, emotional cheating, pornography, use of sex toys, and interest in BDSM.” My voice cracked on those last four words — nerves rattling my usual steady composure.

At first, thoughts of spanking only mildly intruded upon my planned lecture. But that soon changed. I became preoccupied — and wet — with what awaited me later that night.

As I continued my teaching, I grew panicky, worrying that the more astute students might notice the change in my behavior around this topic. After all, I’d taught them to pay attention to people’s facial expressions and body language. What was mine revealing?

Around halfway through the class hour, I moved behind the podium to discreetly tug my panties out of my snatch’s ...

... sodden crevices — a desperate attempt to feel more comfortable. I looked down upon my breasts. Were my hardening nipples protruding through the flimsy fabric of my blouse?

My anxiety spiraled out of control, affecting all my senses. The clock’s moving hands loudly ticked in my ears, further disrupting my lecture.

Its torturous ticks seemed to slow to a snail’s pace. In my twisted mind, the ticks became snaps — snaps of leather against my flesh. I reached for a tissue to dab the beads of sweat from my brow. Millions of spider legs skittered across my flesh as I pictured myself naked and waiting for a strike by the unknown silhouette.

Tick! Tick! Tick!

Snap! Snap! Snap!

I violently shuddered.

Oh no, I’m showing myself!

My eyes darted from student to student, checking for signs they’d discovered my secret.

I dabbed at another wet bead on my face and decided not to push my luck. “Let’s call it quits for today, shall we? Read the next three chapters before the next class and come prepared for discussion.”

I fanned myself with a notepad while the students shuffled out of the auditorium.

Looking back at the uncooperative clock, I murmured foul words I didn’t usually speak. Two more hours remained before it was time to meethim.

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I sat in my small electric car about ten feet from his driveway, trying, yet failing, to talk myself into turning around and forgetting the whole thing. What I was about to do wasn’t something Inormally did. But then again, ...