Wednesday’s Lesson

Spike’s pen scratched a check mark next to his pencil-written answer on a sheet of lined paper, then he moved his hand to the next line.

Rarity put a hand to her throat and quietly cleared her voice before speaking. “Question twenty: Which Saint were Chaucer’s characters going to worship in The Canterbury Tales?” She looked up from her book and swept her eyes over the class. “Anyone?” Several students turned away or kept their heads down as she looked among them. “Assassinated by King Henry II? Had an order of knights founded in his name?”

Spike gasped and shot his hand up. “Saint Thomas!” Rarity turned her head. Spike lowered his hand and smiled. “Saint Thomas of Canterbury.”

Rarity nodded. “Saint Thomas, who now?”

“Uh…” Spike’s eyes darted away. ”B…Bogart? No, Becket! Thomas Becket.”

“Correct.” Rarity returned his smile at last. “Well done, Spike.” She looked over the class again. “If you had Saint Thomas, Thomas Becket, Thomas of Canterbury, or some similar combination of those titles, give yourself the mark.” She looked at a few specific students as hands moved to mark their answers. “If you did not have at least the name ‘Thomas’ in your answer, mark yourself incorrect. If you’re unsure, leave it blank and I’ll decide. I will notice if you erased an incorrect answer, Rumble.”

“Yes, Ms. Belle,” came a muffled reply from the back of the room.

Rarity looked up at the clock over the door. “We’ve finished four minutes early today. If you scored at least a sixteen out of twenty on the quiz, you may leave now. If you scored less than sixteen, remain behind and use the remaining time to correct the questions you got wrong. Review the reading for the answers and write them beside your original.” The screeching of chairs being pushed back filled the room. “And don’t think I won’t be keeping track of who’s leaving to make sure they passed,” Rarity said, raising her voice above the clamor. “If I find otherwise from your papers, you’ll be making up these four minutes tomorrow, with interest.”

Spike glanced over his shoulder and smirked as he saw some students sit down after Rarity had given her warning. He glanced back up at Rarity as she moved to the door, her book held open in her hand.

“Place your tests on my book as you leave, please. If you don’t hand in a test, you don’t get to leave.”

She’s so hot when she gets commanding. Spike wasn’t much interested in dom-sub play, but there was definitely something arousing about seeing Rarity put the more unruly students in their place. Do well and she rewards you; slack off and she gets on you. Tough but fair. He fidgeted in his seat and looked at the sheet of paper tucked into a sleeve in his binder. Here’s hoping she likes my new assignment.

“Spike?” Spike turned his head to see a purple-haired girl in an orange hoodie looking down at him. She jerked her head at his test paper. “Ya got twenty, ain’t ya gonna go?”

“I’m good, Smolder.” Spike shook his head. “I wanna talk to her after class about some stuff.”

A boy in a red jacket pushed past Smolder, snorting, “Teacher’s pet,” as he passed. Smolder held up her hands and turned to walk out of the room.

The next few minutes passed quietly as students gradually packed up and left, Rarity waiting at the door for them to take their tests and bid farewell more curtly with some than with others. Spike passed the time re-checking his practice quiz answers from his make-up assignment.

When he heard the door close, Spike raised his head. Rarity walked to her desk and put her teacher’s book down. She slid the stack of test papers out of the book, tapped their edges on the desk to align them, and set them in an open file folder. Without sitting down she looked over the desk. “Spike, if you please?”

Spike stood, got his papers from his binder, approached the desk, and held them out. “My test and my make-up assignment.”

Rarity extended a hand to take the offering. “Very good.” She looked at the test sheet and smiled. “A perfect score, well done.”

“Thanks.”

“Did you have much trouble concentrating today?” Rarity’s eyes darted up behind her glasses, her lips curled in a knowing smile.

Spike let his eyes rake down her body, voluptuous curves concealed in a dark purple blouse and a light blue skirt. “I wanted to impress you,” he replied, bringing his eyes back to her face. He knew she had been watching as he looked her over, but where just forty-eight hours ago he would have sputtered an excuse, now he felt unashamed and free.

How can I be embarrassed about looking at her body when she’s about to ask me all the ways I’d feel her up?

“Well, you’ve certainly proven yourself adept at that.” Rarity’s smile didn’t fade as she set Spike’s test on top of the others and closed the file folder before looking at the other sheet he’d given her. She raised an eyebrow. “I see you took the liberty of marking your practice quiz, too.”

“Yeah.”

“You don’t have the marking sheet.”

“I double-checked every answer. After initially writing it.” Spike nodded. “I read the chapter closely.”

Rarity skimmed the paper and tilted her head. “Another perfect score. Well done, Spike.” She slid the paper into a shelf on her desk and pulled her marking book over.

Spike allowed himself a grin as she flipped through it. “So, teacher… do I get a reward for good marks?”

Rarity’s hand in her book paused and she lifted her head. “Spike, you’re doing very well all-around. Let’s not sully your improvement with egotism, shall we?”

Spike’s smile faltered. “Sorry. Just… we’re gonna, do stuff.” He rocked on his heels. “Kinda eager to get to it.”

“Overeagerness is unbecoming. I think you’ll find that to be a trait that is universally undesirable to women.” Rarity found the page she was looking for and picked up a red pen to jot Spike’s mark down on a class list. She closed the book and inhaled. “But, you have proven your commitment to this arrangement, in both ways. I see no reason to delay further.” She stepped back to the door of the classroom and turned the lock into place.

Spike waited patiently as Rarity returned, leaning on the front of her desk. “Retrieve your extra assignment and read it to me.”

“Right.” Spike moved to his desk and pulled out a piece of paper tucked away in a sleeve. He glanced at Rarity before reading. “Places I could touch Rarity to arouse her. Butt. Thighs. Feet. Shoulders. Hips. Stomach. Face. Scalp.” He finished and raised his head again.

Rarity waved a hand in the air. “Explain.”

“Butt and thighs are obvious. You hold them when you kiss and have sex. Feet and shoulders, maybe you like massages, and I know some people are turned on by that. Hips, for holding again. Stomach, I can tease touching your boobs. Face, kissing again. Scalp…” He scrunched his face. “I dunno about that one. I heard some people like having their hair rubbed?” He shook his head. “I kinda ran out of ideas and just threw it down as one more.”

“I see.” Rarity held out a hand. Spike stepped up and gave her the paper, each body part Spike had listed on its own line with a brief description like what he had given. Rarity nodded. “When you were listing these, how did you come up with them?”

“I thought of all the places I’d want to touch you when we kiss, or if we had sex,” Spike replied.

“Not a bad borderline.” Rarity gave the paper back to him. “However, do you know the true intent behind this exercise?”

“Think of what you’d like besides just the sex itself.”

“Close, but not quite.” Rarity smiled softly. “Your objective in touching me is to arouse me, Spike. But tell me, do you think just putting your hands on my hips or on my rear are going to do that?”

“No.” Spike shook his head. “It’s about mood. Like, if we were making out, and I suddenly grabbed your ass and pulled you against me, that’d be something. It’s not just where I touch you, but how.”

Rarity’s eyes lit up. She raised her hands in front of her chest and gave a short clap. “Very good, Spike. You are correct. But that is just the start.” Rarity inclined her head. “True, any of those places you listed could work to arouse me. But how would you know?”

Spike stopped himself from smiling; he’d rehearsed this conversation in his head at lunch. “I have to pay attention to you, see what you like, and respond.”

“Precisely.” Rarity’s smile widened. “You are an overachiever today.”

“Like you said, ‘a reward system can be effective’.” Spike looked at Rarity’s chest and swallowed heavily.

“I also told you to not mention my breasts on your list, but I’d say it’s plain you still gravitate towards them.” Rarity reached up to take off her glasses, setting them on her desk, and then undid her hair and shook it out, letting the violet curls bounce down to her shoulders. “I am not cruel, though, Spike. And given our next step, it would be impractical to bar them from your attentions. You may consider that restriction lifted.” She reached up and undid the buttons of her blouse. When she was done she calmly pulled her arms out of the sleeves and folded the garment on her desk.

Spike stared, knowing she was watching him and not caring. Her breasts really were breathtaking, perfectly round and just big enough to fill her bra nicely. The simple black fabric cups hid most of them from his eyes. Did she wear a more concealing bra on purpose today?

“Here is your lesson today, Spike,” Rarity began, drawing his focus back to her face to pay attention. “You may touch me wherever, however, you wish. The one exception is that you are to keep your hands away from my skirt, and it is to remain in-place. Your clothes must remain on, as well.”

“Okay…” Spike licked his lips. “What do you want me to do? With touching you, I mean?”

“I want you to give me an orgasm.”

Spike paused. “Say what?”

“I want you to give me an orgasm,” Rarity repeated.

Spike slowly processed what her request would equate to. “You want me to give you an orgasm, but I can’t touch your skirt. So that includes your pussy or anything around there?”

“They are off-limits, yes.” Rarity raised her head slightly. “You seem confused.”

“Well…” Spike scrunched his face. “I just mean, if I can’t touch you there then how am I supposed to…” he trailed off, suddenly feeling stupid for his objection. That was shortly followed by realizing what Rarity was actually expecting. “Oh. Right.”

“Yes.” Rarity smiled softly. She leaned back on the desk, her hands on the edge to hold herself up, and gave Spike an even look. “You may begin any time you are ready.”

Spike nodded. He slowly approached Rarity, his hands raised but not making contact. “I… um…”

“Is something else the matter?”

Spike nodded. “I wanna, ya know, the assignment. Just…” He swallowed heavily. “I’ve been wanting to touch you for so long. I didn’t have to think very hard coming up with the first half of that list.”

“Spike, look at me.” Spike raised his eyes to lock with Rarity’s. “Do not misunderstand, what I am trying to teach you is healthy sexual practices. And it is quite unhealthy to think you must devote yourself entirely to your partner’s pleasure without care for your own. I would never expect a lover to do that for me and I wouldn’t do it for them if they wanted it.”

“So, what you want is…”

“Spike, if you’ve been waiting to touch me for so long, recall that I have given you permission to do so.”

There was no further encouragement needed than that; Spike swooped forward, wrapped his arms around Rarity’s waist, and kissed her.

Spike closed his eyes and let his lips rest against hers, and his heart skipped a beat when he felt her put her arms around his neck and return the kiss. Arms around her waist, breasts pressing against his chest, her scent and her touch wrapped around him.

Would she let me tongue her? Spike considered it for a moment. No… this is enough. Maybe later. Just holding her is good enough for now.

After several moments – minutes, for all that Spike was aware of the passage of time – he pulled back and rested his forehead against Rarity’s. He opened his eyes and saw her staring at him, her eyes darkened in what he hoped was a lust to match his own.

He swallowed heavily, keeping their eyes locked. “I’ve really been waiting to do that.”

“I can tell,” Rarity whispered. A shift of her body made Spike inhale sharply when he felt his erection pressing against her waist. Spike looked down at her body, running a hand up and down her hip.

Spike had had plenty of dreams and fantasies of all the ways he would make love to his teacher: bending her over her desk and taking her from behind, sitting in her chair and letting her ride him, pressing her against a wall and wrapping her legs around his waist. But now that she was actually in his arms and he had an open invitation – nay, a command – to give her an orgasm, he found himself wondering what to do. Somehow he doubted that lifting Rarity up onto her desk and ravishing her would do the trick. Or would it?

Figure out what she likes, take a chance and see how she responds. Spike raised his eyes back to Rarity’s face, wondering how long she’d been watching him ponder what to do. She doesn’t want it rough, or hard, or any of that. She hasn’t been teaching you how to fuck, she’s been teaching you to make love. Spike’s mental voice lectured to him. You know how she wants to be treated. She’s been telling you for three days now.

Spike leaned in and pressed his lips to Rarity’s neck, firmly but briefly. He kissed his way down her collar, bringing a hand up to cup her breast through her bra. He pressed his hand into it and ran a thumb over the tip, feeling the small cloth-covered nipple underneath. His other hand stayed on her hip, holding her against him. He used the hand on her breast to reach up and slide her bra strap off her shoulder, and moved his head over to cover her skin with his lips, kissing up the other side of her neck.

Every fiber of Spike’s being had was focused on the woman in his arms. Rarity’s taste, her scent, the warmth of her skin on his lips and hands, it was a feast for his senses. But more than just his personal elation over having her, he carefully paid attention to her reactions to what he was doing. The sound of her breathing, the hands around his neck and on his back, either or both were cues on what she liked and how much. As far as he could tell so far, she didn’t dislike what he was doing, but that was hardly enough.

Make a move. Spike remembered the list she had him compose. It had been a review for this test she gave him. She said figuring out how and when to touch her was just the start. What did she mean? There was something he was missing, something she wanted him to figure out on his own. But he hardly had the freedom to stand there pondering it, or Rarity would sense his hesitation – presuming she couldn’t already.

Down the front of her collar and between her breasts, Spike continued his stream of kisses. He paused to turn his head and pay more attention to the soft flesh there, cupping a breast with his hand and kissing her nipple, gently drawing it between his teeth. Oh, how often he had wished to be in this exact position day after day, and now it was a reality. A part of him wanted to just sweep her onto her desk and feast on her breasts for hours. That’s the selfish part talking. Be generous. It’s not about you, it’s about her. Even reminding himself of that lesson, his suckling at Rarity’s chest seemed to please her, because she let out a soft sigh and the hands on his shoulders tightened slightly.

He forced himself to go further down. The smooth, toned planes of her stomach beckoned to his lips next. One kiss at a time he made his way to her waist where the pale blue fabric of her skirt barred his path any further.

“Spike,” came a gentle voice. He looked up and saw Rarity looking at him, her lips slightly parted. “I did tell you not to disturb my clothing there,” she admonished.

“I won’t,” Spike replied. He sank to his knees and ran his hands along the back of her legs, firm, lithe thighs running up into her skirt and away from his eyes and fingers. He massaged them as he examined the skirt. A few small lines and bunches of her legs beneath told him where to go, and he leaned in to kiss his teacher directly above her most intimate of areas.

It took a considerable amount of willpower not to grab the edge of the skirt, pull it down, and devour what Rarity was keeping hidden from him. She’ll let you, eventually. It’ll be worth it. Maybe she’ll even want you to. Spike’s eyes widened and his lips pulled back. Want me… He thought for a moment and, his face hidden from his teacher’s view, smiled. That’s it. That’s the secret.

Spike thought back to all his fantasies about her. He had once been certain that the simple touch of her hand on his dick, or a brush of lips against his, would be enough to make him climax. He had to make her feel the same lust he did, make her want him as much as he wanted her. But Spike’s lust for her hadn’t grown overnight, it had been cultivated from weeks, no, months, of his curiosity being denied sating. I know she wants it. I have to make her need it.

Armed with his epiphany, Spike put his hands on his teacher’s hip and began to push. He avoided looking up at her, partly to try and hide his intent and partly to hide his hesitation. He carefully turned her around until her rear end filled his field of view. Would that be considered off-limits for her skirt rule? Better not to chance it. He kissed up her back while he ran his hands up her front. He reached her shoulder blades and devoted more time to each, covering every bit of pale skin with his lips.

On her front, his hands busied themselves with her breasts, cupping and squeezing them. He felt for the top of her bra and pulled it down, and his heart skipped a beat when he palmed her breasts again and felt her nipples brush his palm. Rarity moaned softly and tilted her head back, violet hair falling and brushing against his face.

He stood up fully now and gathered her hair in his hand to pull it over her front. Spike could barely contained his elation – he now had Rarity right where he wanted her. Hands on her breasts, lips against her neck, her body pressed against his chest, and the hardened bulge of his pants pressing into her backside. Wanting to make sure she could feel it, Spike gently bucked into her, rubbing his jeans into the curve of her backside. He broke into a grin when she gasped sharply and slightly jerked up, grinding back against him. He saw the fabric of her skirt push in to the gap in her cheeks, conforming itself to the shape of her backside and giving him a better view than ever of her there. Spike pushed into her again, wedging himself against her, and was rewarded with a moan and a roll of her hips.

This is how much I want you, Ms. Belle. Lips and tongue and teeth gently nipping at her neck, hands rubbing her chest and hips and stomach, dick riding up the plush cheeks of her ass. Spike worshipped her as a devoted pilgrim, making sure she could tell how thankful he was to be caressing this divine body. And, he hoped, stirring in her the same longing lust for him that he harbored for her.

Rarity’s breathing came heavy and quick. Her body no longer sculpted to his, she was arching forward, pushing her torso into his hands and her ass into his groin. He welcomed it, he could feel her rubbing up against his jeans, creating a delicious friction for him. He made sure the hands feeling up and down her front kept up their work, gave her no reprieve from their intimate act. He wasn’t letting go until he had completed his assignment, and he was certain he was about to pass with flying colors.

Again, the barrier of clothes between them frustrated Spike, but he ignored his need to unzip his pants or slide a hand down her skirt. Later, he promised his libido. His focus now was on driving Rarity to that edge, nudging her ever closer with every roll of his hip and rub of his fingers.

“Spike…” Rarity’s moan of his name was honey to his ears. His heart jumped at the sound.

“Yes, Rarity?” He whispered back in her ear and kissed the lobe.

“You’re… a good learner…” Rarity panted out.

A bit more, she was ready, he just needed a little more. Spike planted a hand flat on her midriff and held her up against him, making her grind her hips with him, keeping his jeans pressed into her skirt. She groaned and put her own hand on his, fingers spraying together, the heat of her palm scorching his skin. Meanwhile, his mind tried to think of an appropriate response to intensify her lust. Something arousing but not corny or dirty.

“I… have a good teacher.” Spike kissed her cheek gently and squeezed her breast with his hand. Rarity’s head rolled back and he saw her eyes closed, her lashes fluttering. Spike licked his lips and whispered. “I don’t want to disappoint her.”

Rarity’s eyes opened slightly and she brought her other hand to his cheek.

“Kiss me.”

He answered without hesitation. Rarity’s tongue pushed into his mouth with undeniable force and he answered with his own. The hand on his cheek shook and he opened his eyes.

Lips gnawing together, hands entwined, hips rolling as one, Spike watched in lustful curiosity as his teacher orgasmed at last. A loud, muffled moan came from her kiss and he swallowed it as her tongue ran over the roof of his mouth. She tightened in his arms, her hip movements suddenly halting, but her body shook gently. The hand on his face clenched, her nails pressing into his skin but not hard enough to draw blood.

After several seconds, Rarity broke the kiss with a loud gasp for breath. She went limp and Spike almost fell as he suddenly began fully supporting her weight, but the desk behind him kept him from going down. He didn’t move his hands from her stomach and breasts, now using them to keep her up instead of teasing her. Her head fell forward, her hair creating a violet curtain that obscured her face.

I just made Rarity cum.

The thought almost made Spike explode in his pants – it was only through sheer willpower of how embarrassing it would be and how disgusted she would be that he held back. He settled for kissing her neck again and listening to Rarity catch her breath.

When it seemed she could stand again, Spike spoke. “Do I pass?”

Rarity’s head turned and he was sure she was looking at him through her hair. Her hand quickly swept her hair out of the way and she pulled him into a deep kiss, her tongue running along his lips. Spike let her and moved his hands to her waist when she turned her body to face him without their lips parting.

Rarity pulled back and nodded. “Yes… very much so.”

The sight of his teacher, exhausted and flushed from the orgasm he had given her, made Spike’s chest swell. He rubbed up and down her hip and looked her over.

“Is it wrong that I feel proud?” he whispered. Was it right to be proud that his normally so carefully groomed and well-dressed teacher had been reduced to a sweaty, panty, sexy mess by his hand?

Rarity shook her head. “Not at all… personal pride in giving your partner pleasure is normal. It can be a good motivator, as long as you don’t let it go to your head.” Rarity carefully turned to step away and Spike moved aside. He watched her slowly step around her desk and sit down in her chair. She grabbed a water bottle from her desk and took a long drink. When she finished, it seemed that she had regained her bearings, because she gave a small frown.

“I did tell you not to touch my skirted area,” she said, a bit sternly.

“Actually…” Spike mentally debated his response, but his mouth ignored him and kept going, “you only said to keep my hands away.”

“I’m quite sure you’ll agree that grinding against me in such a fashion is a violation of the spirit of the rule.”

Spike hesitated before nodding. “Yeah. Sorry.”

Rarity took another drink and tilted her head. “Still… it was effective, at least. And within the parameters of testing, you did adhere to instructions on a purely technical level.” She looked at him again and smiled. “I’ll consider this a pass.”

Spike relaxed. “Thank you, Ms. Belle.”

She reached across the desk to her folded blouse and began putting it back on. “What was your methodology?”

“I made you want me as much as I wanted you,” Spike replied simply.

“Good. Evoking your partner’s desire is more than just what you do to them, it is the fact that you are the one doing it. That kind of emotional connection can deeply intensify sex to a level that physical acts cannot achieve alone.”

You’re telling me.

Rarity buttoned up her blouse and smoothed it out, then pulled her marking book over. She looked over a spreadsheet for a moment. “Chapter nine, there was a side assignment you missed concerning defining words in your own terms. That will be your homework tonight.” She raised her head. “And, you will make a list of all the places and positions we could make love.”

“Really?” Spike didn’t bother to hide his grin. “Do we get to practice them like we did the last list?”

Rarity didn’t chide his quip, only gave a small smile. “No. I want you to think about how each of us would have their pleasure heightened by each position. We’ll discuss it tomorrow.”

“Thank you, Ms. Belle.” Spike went to his desk and put his books into his bag.

“And, Spike.” He turned back at her voice. Rarity watched him carefully. “When you go home tonight, you are not going to masturbate.”

Spike paused. “Pardon?”

“You are not going to touch yourself tonight, or tomorrow night.”

“Um… okay.” When she didn’t elaborate, Spike prompted, “Why?”

Rarity smiled again. “After today, I’m quite sure you’ll make it so far, so I want you well-rested and ready for Friday night.”

Friday. Spike’s dick hardened again. The naming of a date made her promises of sex seem so much closer and real.

“Of course, Ms. Belle.” He nodded and shouldered his bag. “Is there anything else I can do for you?”

She shook her head. “I think you’ve done enough for today. Thank you, Spike.”

Spike bit back another cheeky response and settled for leaving the room, glancing back at his teacher at the door to watch her pull a hair brush from her desk drawer and begin working her frazzled hair back into place.

Two days. Two more days.

Oh it would be worth the wait.

Author's Note

I didn't intend to wait six months to update - the next should not take so long.