Teacher's Pet-Part two
#2 of Teachers Pet
Teachers Pet 02- Awakening "Why Miss Faust your work is outstanding and your behaviour has been impeccable in my presence." The tutors voice came. Amy beamed as she sat in a proper fashion on the chair clad in the white blouse and dark skirt of her school, her knee high socks looking straight and perfect as Mr Weaver looked over her book, the handsome black tiger smiling in satisfaction. "I feel your school may have made a mistake in calling for my services in as I can find no fault with you." He continued on looking smart in his dress shirt and trousers. "Althoguh I feel I should do something to make up for wasting your time dear child." "Really Sir?" The young squirrel asked looking up to him, her green eyes twinkling as her fluffy tail quivered. "But of course." Mr Weaver replied as he removed his glasses and slowly leant down towards the girl. "And I know what it is you want." Amy spoke not a word and closed her eyes, tilting her head back and licking her parted lips as she awaited the touch she desired, her heart beating madly as the adult tigers warmth neared, her neck straining a little trying to close the gap quickly but just before she felt his firm lips on hers an angry buzzing filled the air. The teens eyes snapping open to see she was now alone, the black tiger tutor having disappeared as now the room around her faded away, the incessant buzzing grated on her nerves until... * * * A hand snaked out from under the covers of the comfortable bed and lashed angrily about until it managed to target the button of the alarm that was going off to silence the annoying buzzing. Slowly a lump under the bed began to stir and the messy haired teen Amy Faust rose to greet a new day, mumbling darkly at both the timing of the alarm and the time it had gone off. The peach furred squirrel teen ran a hand through her blonde hair and stared at the clock. Six thirty AM it glared at her and at first she had thoughts of throwing it at whomever set it in the first place until she realised it had been her who had did it. The covers rolled off the girl to reveal her pink cotton nightshirt that had a large red heart on it, one of the many things her mother had bought her during the "cutesy" phase of her years. It had still fit her so she kept it despite her friend Sylvie making fun of it on several occasions. Letting the sleep ease from her mind Amy thought about her feline friend, she also cast her mind to the dream she just had and the reason for her early rising became clear. The teen was to meet again with the tutor Daniel Weaver to make a full assessment of what help she needed in order to improve her flagging grades at school. It was something the girl was sure her mother set up along with the school in order to stop Amy from talking her way out of it. The girl always knew the best way to make her mother feel guilty to the point of letting the youngster have her own way only now the wheels were set in motion and Amy was stuck with the situation. Or was she? A frown came over her brow as she remembered the visit to her friends place after the first meeting with Daniel. Sylvie always seemed to know more about things than Amy did and the squirrel put it down to the way her kitty friend was. After entering her "rebellious" stage she would always be able to pick out the perverts in a crowd of people, to Sylvie all they really had to be was male and looking in their direction, plus the feline had the dark attitude to stand up and generally embarrass anyone who would bother them. "Okay I got an idea if you want to try it." Amy thought about the discussion she had with Sylvie. "Most men who become teachers usually drool over schoolgirls in uniform so here is what you do." Amy was at first surprised as the two demolished a tub of ice cream. "You dress up as you would normally for school only put on some sexy underwear." The emo kitten smirked. "Your mums should fit you nicely." The squirrel giggled and blushed; as it wouldn't be the first time she snuck into her mothers' room and borrowed her stuff. "Then when you can tease him and give him a flash." Sylvie winked and nudged her friend with an elbow. "Like how we do at the mall sometimes then talk loudly about the guys staring to get them into trouble?" Amy looked a little wary of the idea. "I don't know Sylvie." The girl looked at her spoon and thought about giving the tiger a show, deep down she didn't know if she wanted to do something bad to him. "Look trust me, he catches a look and if he's a "nice guy"," the kitten rolled her eyes at the possibility one might exist. "Then he'll get all flustered and see what a handful you are and run off." "And if he's not?" Amy asked in a quiet voice. "Well then you tell you mum how much of a sleaze he is and she's bound to kick him out. We go back to hanging out and it's problem solved." Amy liked Sylvie a lot and since their initial meeting their bond of friendship had gotten stronger and stronger, but now for the first time ever the squirrel had doubts as to her friends plan but she decided to try it to see what would happen. Stifling a yawn and crawling out of bed, Amy quietly shuffled over to the door, absent-mindedly hugging her fluffy tail as she often did so early in the morning and peered out, her ears perking for any sound of her mother. As per normal the older squirrel was in the kitchen downstairs preparing breakfast, the faint smelling of toast reaching the girls nose a testament to her mothers consistency. Perfect, the girl though as she tiptoed lightly down the hallway to her mothers' room, the door was left open and the bed inside was already made. Another thing Amy found strange about her was she always was finding things to clean or tidy up, the girl shook her head and crept to the drawers where she knew Sandra kept her underwear and opened it slowly before rummaging around and finding what she sought. Amy held up a black lacy thong the she and Sylvie had dubbed "The Ultimate Distraction" after she and the kitten were at the mall one day and the squirrel bent over at just the right time to cause a guy on a push bike to run into a garbage bin. Since then if they wanted to cause mischief Amy would don them under a short skirt and the pair would hang out at various places and "accidentally" show off. A sly smile formed on the squirrels lips as she snuck back into her room and laid out the panties with her uniform before deciding to head down for some breakfast, the girl feeling excited about what was to come. * * * "Amy." Sandra's voiced called out from downstairs. "I need to run down the store for something, could you keep an eye out for Daniel... uh Mr Weaver please?" Amy appeared at the top of the stairs dressed in her uniform with a brush in her hand. After breakfast she had dashed upstairs to shower and ready herself for the tutors visit which included slipping into the sexy underwear she borrowed from her mother and was currently grooming her tail. "But mother... " The girl started as she looked down the stairs. "No buts young lady I will only be a short time and it will give you a chance to talk to your tutor should he arrive before I get back." The older femme said checking her bag for her keys. "There is a tray made up in the kitchen so all you will need to do is bring it to the living room." The young squirrel slumped her shoulders in mock defeat and pouted while deep down she felt that not having her mother around would be the best time for the tiger to show then she could put her plan into effect. "Alright." Sandra smiled as she found her keys, she didn't want to leave her daughter alone with someone they only met a day ago but there was something about the tiger that shrouded him in an aura of trust. Not only did Amy's school recommend him but also he was polite and well-mannered, good looking with possibly a well toned firm body. Amy stared as her mother stared out at nothing with a slightly dreamy look on her face, her eyes rolling as she coughed loudly and brought the older femme back to reality. Sandra's cheeks turning a little red as she saw her daughter staring at her. "Well yes ... best be off. Won't be long Amy." The girl's mother said with a smile and went to the door only to stop and come back for her shopping list. Amy sighed and turned to go back to her room, wondering if Sylvie had this sort of thing with her parents. * * * Sylvie was an upset kitten, well more upset than normal that is. The teen sat on her bed with her legs tucked up to her chest, one of the many over sized t-shirts she owned was pulled over her knees as she muttered darkly about her parents. Her mother and father had promised to spend some time with her on the holidays and while this wasn't the sort of thing Sylvie wanted it came as a shock when both were called away early by their respective work places leaving their daughter to complain to herself about them not wanting to spend time with her. The kitten sulked and felt like everyone was against her from her parents and their jobs to God and Nature for giving her an adult's body at an early age. She smirked at the last thought and looked down into the valley between her breasts and while she found them to be one more thing she could complain about there were times she used them to amuse her and her friend Amy. Her green eyes darted to the clock on her bedside table and wondered if the plan she and her squirrel friend had worked out to get rid of the tutor had paid off. A little flash here a tease there would reveal either way if he was a prude or a pervert and he would be gone to let the two girls get back to having their fun. Suddenly rolling off the bed Sylvie decided she couldn't wait to hear from the squirrel and would go visit instead, if the guy were still there the kitten would find a way of chasing him off. A smirk played across the girls lips as she pulled out a pair of denim shorts that Sylvie had "customised" by flaying the edges and despite them being a tight fit she knew the shirt she was wearing would cover her hips enough. As she pulled them on over her black thong panties she looked at the tattoo that adorned her hip. A small red heart stood out on her white fur. Most parents would rant and rave about their children getting one especially at Sylvie's age but after enough complaining the teen's parents actually hired one to come to their home to do it. The area had to be shaved for the inks to go on and it took weeks for the fur to grow back but when it did the heart stood out perfectly. Buttoning up her shorts Sylvie thought about the first time she showed Amy the tattoo, her friend joking about how "girlie" it looked on the kitten until Sylvie tickled the squirrel into submission. She then pulled on a dark jacket that in effect would've hidden her chest more if it wasn't for the fact her t-shirt covered the large globes the kitten felt she was "cursed" with and after running her hand through her short purple streaked dark hair she turned and stalked out of her room and out the house. * * * "Hello Miss Faust, it is a pleasure to see you again, and I wasn't expecting to see you dressed in uniform. Are you trying to impress me?" Daniel said with a smile as the teen answered the door. He had arrived five minutes after Amy's mother had left for the store; Amy was still absent-mindedly brushing her tail and thinking about what she could do when the tiger had rung the doorbell. "Um, it's nice to see you to Mr Weaver." The girl replied as the question brought a light flush to her cheeks. "No Sir, I just wanted to look proper." "You do such a good job of it." The tiger remarked as Amy led him into the living room. "Is your Mother about?" Amy shook her head and turned to look at him, her eyes twinkling a bit as she bit her lip to look shy and cute. "No Mr Weaver, she had to go to the store, but she told me to look after you until she returned." "I see." He frowned before moving to the couch. "Do you feel comfortable talking to me on your own Amy?" "Oh yes Sir." The teen perked up and acted in a sweet manner. "Mother told me to serve tea if you would like it." "Please do Miss Faust." Daniel said, a curious look coming over his features as he noticed a big difference in the girl's attitude since yesterday. Amy ran her pink tongue teasingly over her lips in a way Sylvie had shown her and skipped out of the room, her tail lifting enough to let her skirt fly up to show a hint of bare bottom and black lace of her mothers panties. "Interesting." The tiger remarked quietly and opened the file he carried with him to write something down. In the kitchen Amy quivered with excitement. She felt the same thrill shoot through her when she and Sylvie would do the same sort of thing in public but she also felt a tinge of embarrassment at being naughty in front the tiger. She stifled a giggle and picked up the tray that held a warm pot of tea and sliced cake before turning and heading back. Daniel was still writing when she returned. "I notice that you're having trouble with several subjects Amy and comments from teachers show it might be a lack of paying attention. Do you find your school work boring?" He asked not looking up. "Well I do have trouble understanding some things Sir." Amy replied as she set the tray down, bending at the waist so the back of her skirt rides up, she pours a cup of tea and turns a little to give the tiger another view of her rear. "Have you spoken with your teachers, perhaps to let them know you are having this problem?" More writing. "Well I would but..." She hesitated and turned to hand the cup to Daniel, the feline noting the way she let her shirt droop in an attempt to show her young breasts beneath. "But?" Daniel asked taking the cup and nodding his thanks. Amy sighed and pouted before taking a seat opposite him, her legs open just enough to flash her underwear before closing and shelooked at the tiger in a shy way that had been practiced so many times before. "Well I feel sometimes they don't have the time for me." "I see." The black tiger said writing something else. "And is there any reason why you keep flashing your panties at me?" The teen froze and went wide-eyed at the unexpected question. "Wh-what?" Daniel looked up and set his cool blue eyes on the girl in the school uniform before him. "I asked if there was a reason you keep flashing your underwear at me." He watched her closely and saw the shocked look telling him she wasn't prepared for this line of questioning. "I.. I didn't... Um, that is..." The girl stammered clearly shaken. "It is because you're a naughty girl?" Amy's heart skipped a beat at hearing these words. "Or perhaps you like me in some way?" The teens cheeks were red by this time and she now sat properly on the chair, her mind racing as the rebel inside was more looking for a way out rather than trying to answer. "Miss Faust, will you stand up please." Daniels voice was calm and firm, the girl looking up and seeing his eyes locked on her. Slowly she rose to her feet and looked down, her tail fluffing out as her body trembled in anticipation. "I want you to lift your skirt and show me your panties." At first Amy couldn't believe what she had just heard, not only what he told her but the way he sounded. He didn't ask, he told her. A command to get her to show off what she was wearing under her skirt. "S-sir?" The teen squeaked not wanting to look up at him. "Do not make me repeat myself young lady." The tiger growled deeply. It was enough to thrust the girl into action and she slowly hooked the front of her uniform and lifted it up, her eyes averted as the black lace of her borrow underwear come into the males view. "Hardly standard issue for school now is it Miss Faust?" The girl quickly shook her head, her heart pounding madly in her chest as her mind reeled. She felt she should run, scream out let the world know that this man had made her show off to him but a throbbing deep down told her she loved it, why else would she and her friend do the things they did? She moistened her lips and took a deep breath. "Tell me Amy, are you a slut?" The squirrel squeaked and jumped both at the question and at the sound of the doorbell ringing, part of her was relieved at the sudden distraction while part was feeling frustrated at the interruption. "You may lower your skirt and see who is at the door." Daniel said as though it was something he said everyday. Amy covered herself and quickly moved to answer the door, the sight of her white kitten friend surprising her even more. "Hiya kiddo, everything going well?" Sylvie grinned and tried to look over her friends shoulder. "The perve gone or what?" "Well..." Amy started fiddling with her fingers and glancing over her shoulder wondering what could be heard from the living room. "Oh geez." The kitten groaned and rubbed her forehead. "Don't tell me you didn't do it?" "Well I did but..." The squirrel searched for something to say but the mixed feelings inside made her hesitate before she chose to lie. "It didn't work..." "Damn." The dark haired girl spat as thoughts of spending most the holidays without her friend invaded her mind. "Well let's see this what's so special about this guy then." The feline stepped past Amy and looked around, the squirrel taking a moment to calm herself and pray her blushing wasn't too obvious. "He's in the living room." The blonde said and led the way; the tiger was sitting quietly and sipping his tea as though nothing big had happened. "Mr Weaver?" Amy said by way of announcing their presence. "This is my friend Sylvie, Sylvie this is my tutor Mr Weaver." Sylvie sneered as she entered, not wanting to look anything other than hostile to whoever waited within but had to stop upon seeing the well-dressed tiger. His black fur appealed to her in a way, more than even she wanted to admit and there was a hunky feel to him but this wasn't the point. "A pleasure to meet you Sylvie." Daniel stood and looked the teenager over. Her white furry body masked mainly by her clothing by the looks of it the teen had issues she needed to deal with. "Whatever." Sylvie retorted. "So you're the one who's going to be taking up Amy's time instead of letting her have fun?" Behind the kitten Amy groaned softly at the straight forwardness of the question but the tiger seemed unphased by it or the youths attitude. "It appears that way, yes." He chuckled as the femme crossed her arms over her chest. "I take it this means no hanging out at the mall whistling at boys then?" The kitten snorted in a disgusted fashion before looking to her friend. "Look I'm going back home, give us a call when you're finished here and we'll work on something." Amy nodded as her friend turned and left the room, the tiger smiling down to Amy. "Would you excuse me for a moment?" He asked not waiting as he followed the kitten out of the room. "Sylvie, may I have a moment of your time?" Stopping at the door the teen scowled and looked at the male. "Let me guess you know from the school Amy and I go to that I am a trouble maker and you think you can change me into a prim proper girl like all the other bimbos, right?" Daniel shrugged. "No one's has bothered telling me anything about you Sylvie." He said despite knowing enough about the girl to make it look like she was the reason Amy was failing. "And besides there are always two sides of every story." "Great, this means you're not trying to get your hands on my tits then." She smirked expecting the tiger to back off but found it surprising he didn't. "Now why would I want to do that?" He asked. "Because they are freaking huge," she emphasised this by throwing open her jacket and thrusting her chest out at him. "And guys like you just want to drool over them and it pisses me off to no end." The tiger looked at her before laughing. "I'm sorry I really didn't notice your breasts." His mocking tone irritating her. "But thank you for pointing them out to me." Sylvie looked outraged, she wanted to yell at him, lash out and label him a pervert but she was sure he would brush it off; it annoyed her that he not only acted this way but also was the first to do it so blatantly. "Whatever." She growled again and turned to open the door only to have him stop her. "Hey what the?" She turned angrily to confront him only to see he had closed the gap and stood way too close for her own comfort, she couldn't move back thanks to the door being there. "Get off..." She tried to push him away with no success, her hand meeting with firm torso. He leant down and looked her in the eye, his gaze stern and unforgiving. "Or what?" He said. "You will call me a "perve"?" Sylvie's cheeks flushed both at the fact he had heard her remark this earlier and at the sudden smell of male tiger. "You are such a confused young girl." He sneered, finally showing emotion." You come here and act as though you hate it when others look upon the body you were given and yet I am willing to bet you enjoy showing it off to people you don't even know." A flash of panic wash through the kitten and she squirmed a little. Had Amy told him about that? No, she wouldn't so this means the male was grasping at straws. "N-never." She whispered and tried to slip past the tiger but he planted his hands either side of the girl, trapping her. "Really?" He asked with a knowing smile and with a sudden movement he gripped her rear and lifted her against the door, pressing close to her. "You cover you chest so skilfully and do not hesitate to thrust it into my face thinking it will scare me away and yet the pants you have on barely cover your ass." His words cut deep in Sylvie's mind as his hands groped her rear, the t-shirt she wore came down over them and made it look like she wore nothing under them, it was something she did a lot when she would go out "teasing" with Amy. "N-no..." The girl squirmed in the males grasp but as she did her body trembled as the truth of the what the tiger said reached her, that and his warm body made her own heat up, especially between her legs. "The reason you hate so many things is because you don't understand them." Daniel smirked and chose to press firmly against the girl's body; he could feel her warmth as he continues to fondle her rump. "Perhaps you need a tutor as well girl, one who will teach you the right way." Sylvie's mind was a pool of confusion, her hate for herself extended from the way boys and at times men would ogle and stare at her breasts and still she would show them off as an excuse for mischief. She had never really dated for this fact because all the boys seem immature. A soft mew escaped her lips as the tigers body met her crotch, at some point her legs opened and he easily moved in between them, her hips were rocking of their own accord as her body tingled in arousal. The suddenly he stepped back, all contact broken as the girl slumped back against the door panting and catching her breath, the kittens cheeks burning red as she looked up at him. "You are a cute girl with much to learn and if wish to do so then you will return tomorrow at ten in the morning for our first lesson." The tiger smirked down at her before running his thumb lightly over Sylvie's lips. The girl closed her eyes and shivered at the touch, the strength in her legs returning as she tried to stand properly. "I... I don't know..." She said quietly, part of her wanted to hit out at the tiger for what he just did but part of her wanted more, more of the roughness he had given. "Think about it." Daniel said and helped open the door, the kitten looking up at him before slipping out the door. "Interesting indeed." The male remarked and headed back to the living room. * * * Amy sat on her chair looking very shocked at what she had seen. After Mr Weaver followed Sylvie she had watched from the doorway as he confronted then felt the kitten up, teasing her with his words until the feline femme looked as though she was enjoying it. The squirrel's body tingling all over as though she too were feeling what her friend was going through. As the tiger returned Amy jumped a little as her cheeks burned red and an ache throbbed between her legs. Daniel frowned. "Is everything alright Amy?" He asked taking a seat on the couch. "I... yes Sir." She managed to reply as she lowered her head and averted her gaze. "You saw what I did. Didn't you?" The girl nodded and fidgeted with her hands as they rested on her lap. "Come here Miss Faust." Daniel said firmly and the girl felt compelled to rise and walk slowly over to him. "Wearing slutty underwear and now spying on others. My you have been a naughty girl" He smirked and suddenly pulled Amy onto his lap, the teen squeaking in surprise as her rump lifted automatically and her skirt rose up. "Naughty girls will be punished, do you understand?" The pounding of Amy's heart returned with a vengeance as a firm hand came down onto her bare bottom, another followed it. "And good girls are rewarded." Daniel added and gently ran a finger over the youths covered sex, he noticed how wet she had become. "Remember this and you will do well under my tutelage. Do I make myself clear?" He helped the girl to stand and she nodded slowly, touching the spot where he had spanked while her sex quivered, before she was confused as to what she wanted but now her mind was firmly set on what she wanted. Her eyes twinkled as she looked at Daniel. "You'd best go and clean yourself up, I wish to talk to your mother when she returns so we can arrange what days will suit you." "Y-yes Sir." Amy said almost breathlessly and padded out of the room, looking back over her shoulder as the tiger finished his tea. * * * Sandra Faust leant against the kitchen counter with a hand to her mouth in shock. She had arrived home from the store just as Sylvie scampered off home after her "close" dealing with the tiger. Sandra didn't think much of it as her daughter's friend always seemed "strange". It wasn't until she entered her home she felt something was wrong. The car outside told her the tutor was here and she hoped Amy had done her best in both looking after him and the assessment he was to give her, what she didn't expect to see was her daughters scantily clad ass sticking up in the air as she was "spanked" for being naughty. The mother's first reaction was to race in and demand an explanation but when Sandra saw Daniel run his finger along the girl's sex and her wet underwear on Amy she stepped back, transfixed as the tiger mentioned rewards. It wasn't until Amy was helped to her feet that Sandra decided to quickly head into the kitchen, the strange look of lust and respect on daughters face staying with her. "I thought I saw someone looking in." A calm deep voice floated in. The squirrel femme jumped and turned to see Daniel standing at the door to the kitchen looking as though all that has happened were a normal daily occurrence. "Who... why... what did you do to my...?" She stumbled for in her speech, she should be angry at what she saw but instead felt her heart thumping in her chest. "I am a simple tutor who takes on special cases." He explains taking a step towards the mother. "Usually girls who are a handful for teachers and parents alike. I "teach" them through a series of lessons an conditioning so they become more socially acceptable." "S-socially acceptable?" Sandra asked, her eyes locked on the tiger as he neared her, the femme turning away as she tried to make sense of what he said. "Yes, prim and proper little girls who do as they are told." He moved in behind the female and placed his hands on her hips, he leans to speak softly in her ear. "Do you not approve?" Sandra felt her tail fluff and her skin warm at his touch, what little anger she managed to gather melting away. "It's...not something I had..." She sighed and closed her eyes as the tiger slid his touch around and over her tummy while his breath washed over her neck. "Then perhaps you wish the same treatment?" Daniel smiled slyly while dipping a hand down and under the squirrels skirt to cup her mound. "Ooooohhh." Was all Sandra could say as her pussy flared with lust, a single finger slipping inside to run along her folds. "I will have to determine if you are a good girl or a naughty slut." The tiger purred as he kissed her neck and felt the heat and moisture on the mother's nether lips, her hips rocking in need. "A slut." She panted, her body arching back against him as he finds her clit. "Oh Daddy I'm a naughty slut." The admission didn't surprise Daniel after some of the comments he had read in the file he was initially given and it wasn't the first time those he had been with fantasised about their father. "Well then my naughty slutty girl, I will return tomorrow at ten, we will see of you deserve a reward or should be punished." He tweaked the squirrel's clit a final time and pulled away. The femme slumping onto the counter and panting deeply, her body burning deeply with lust and desire as had her daughters not more than fifteen minutes earlier. "Y-yes Sir." Sandra gasped and looked over her shoulder to watch him leave, her minding wondering on what she could do to earn either. To be continued...
Amy, Sylvie (C) Jessica Elwood; Daniel Weaver; (C) Jaffah; Story (c) Jaffah 2008