Rule of Thumb Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Rule of Thumb Pt. 01

... disturb him. But she couldn't wait. Her news was too important and frankly, too incredible to hold. She'd made her choice and would take the consequences.

Richard looked at his wife. Though a stranger would be unable to tell, he was very surprised, no, stunned that his wife had spoken to him.

"What is it dear? Are you OK?"

"Yes Sir, but I must speak with you about one of your students. Claire Rickart?"

Richard was non-plussed. What on earth could this be about? What about "St. Claire" could have prompted his wife to disturb him? How did she even know Ms. Rickart?

"Continue."

Kay took a deep breath and repeated verbatim what Claire had told her.

"God, what an unwelcome mess" he thought. But that was not fair. Who else could make anything other than a catastrophe of these events? It might be a mess and it might be unwelcome, but it was altogether right and proper that it should land in his lap. The Bay Area had a large BDSM community but he was reasonably confident that no other teachers in his school were remotely involved in it. And he had to agree with his wife's assessment: Ms. Rickart's immediate future could easily and needlessly be destroyed if he didn't involve himself in sorting out this... situation. There was literally nobody else that could salvage the thing.

"I will join you tomorrow and we'll speak with Ms. Rickart, together." He paused, looking at his wife speculatively. "You know of course this could have waited for dinner?" Kay nodded ...

... demurely but remained silent. "Hmph" he snorted. "Leave me now, as you know you should have to begin with. We'll address your misbehavior after we meet with Claire."

He watched appreciatively as Kay crawled to the door, as always, aroused by her subservience, by her grace... and by yesterday's cane marks on her ass that were starting to color up nicely. At the threshold, she tucked her hips under her torso and, lifting her weight onto her hands, deftly swiveled 180 degrees, hoisting her body out of the study so that now she was kneeling outside the doorway, facing him. Hands at her side, she rose, bowed at the hips, back arched, eyes downcast and grasped the door handle. There she paused briefly, attentive, in case he should wish a last word. When he remained silent, she acknowledged her dismissal by quietly uttering the word "Master" - as in the short form of, "by your leave, Master" - and quietly swung the door shut.

Kay Lester was an attractive, though not stunning 33-year-old woman with long red hair, lively green eyes, ample breasts, a ripe ass and very solid thighs. Richard was a very orderly 38-year-old man working on his doctorate in history. Although an historian and intellectual, he was by no means a retiring academician. No, his demeanor was decidedly virile. He carried a medium build on a 6'-1" frame topped with a full head of luxuriant, wavy walnut hair that was just beginning to gray at the temples. He was the Master of his Household and well respected in ...