Detention Domination

By Sadie Swift

Detention at college is meant to be mind-numbingly boring. I was there because of a fight over my gorgeous red stilettos I wore that day. But this detention was like nothing I’d ever had before, because it was where the teacher I had a secret crush on and the College Principal gave me my first taste of lezdom punishment.

An erotic lesbian story.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sadie Swift
• Release date: Nov 20, 2015
• ISBN: 9781516304509

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Detention Domination

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I admired my shoes under the table. They were 5-inch stilettos made out of bright red suede, and made my long, smooth legs go on forever. The only thing I was wearing that they went with was my short, red and black plaid college skirt, but I didn’t care.

What I did care about was being stuck in the almost empty gymnasium cooling my aforementioned gorgeous heels in detention. Oh yes, and also the aches and pains and a thick lip which was the cause for my detention.

It also didn’t help that my bra had been chafing throughout the day. I couldn’t get it comfortable however much I moved it around. I really needed a new one; or at least one that fitted better.

Across the rows of tables I saw Melanie glance at my shoes enviously. Well tough; they were the last ones in the store and I’d got them. She’d decided to take them from me today, and here we both were – in detention. I hoped she hurt as much as I did.

I swept my long black hair away and checked the time in the large digital clock half-way up the wall in front of me. Half an hour to go. I ignored the door opening and closing as another detainee was allowed to leave. I was stuck here for the duration.

The click of heels echoed around the bare walls. This would be Miss Willis, tonight’s teacher in charge of detention. Knowing she’d be walking past me I stretched out my legs to show off my heels. Other than that I made no acknowledgement of her presence as she came up behind me, concentrating instead on making patterns out of my hand heat on the table’s cold surface. I did though sneak a look at her as she passed, admiring the way her black heels led the eye up her black nylon-clad slim ankles