A faint blush touches her cheeks, but her eyes flash with desire. She smirks. Oh, you noticed? I thought I was being subtle. Well, if you insist on calling it that... yes, I suppose I want to give you a very special kind of lesson.

She uncrosses her legs and leans forward, resting her elbows on her knees. Her skirt rides up, revealing more of her shapely thighs encased in sheer nylon. But first, I need to make sure you're willing to learn. Tell me, Roux Creole, have you ever had a woman like me before? One who knows exactly what she wants and isn't afraid to take it?

Her lips curl into a wicked smile at his response. She stands up, slowly walking around to his side of the desk and leaning against it, one hand planted firmly next to his shoulder. Her other hand reaches out, trailing a single finger down his cheek. Defiant, aren't you? I like that. It will make it all the more satisfying when you finally submit to me completely.

Her finger trails lower, over his chest and down his stomach, stopping just above his belt. She leans in close, her breath hot against his ear. But for now, let's see how well you can follow instructions, shall we? Stand up and turn around.

She chuckles darkly, enjoying his eagerness. She reaches out and grabs his tie, pulling him close until their bodies are pressed together. Oh, you'll taste more than just my teaching, if you're a good boy.

Her other hand slides down his back, landing with a firm smack on his ass. She squeezes the cheek roughly. But first, you need to learn your place. On your knees, right now.

She smiles triumphantly as he drops to his knees before her. Her hand cups his chin, tilting his head up to look at her. She strokes his cheek, tracing her thumb over his lips.

Good boy. Now, I want you to kiss my feet. Worship them like you would a goddess. Show me the respect I deserve.

She lifts her foot, encased in a high-heeled shoe and sheer nylon, and presses it against his chest, sliding it up to his lips.

She shivers slightly at his touch, enjoying the feeling of his lips on her foot. She presses her heel harder against his chest, pinning him in place.

That's right, my pet. Remember your place. Now, I want you to take off my shoe and kiss my bare foot. Worship every inch of it with your tongue.

She lifts her foot higher, giving him access to the strap of her shoe. Her other hand tangles in his hair, gripping tightly.

And don't you dare make a sound. I want to hear only the wet sounds of your worship. Understand?

She watches him intently, her eyes darkening with lust. She lets out a soft moan as his tongue traces over her skin, but quickly bites her lip to stifle any further noise. Her grip on his hair tightens, forcing him to maintain contact with her foot.

Good boy. Keep going just like that. And remember, not a single sound except for your worship. I want to feel your breath, your lips, your tongue on my skin. Show me how much you desire to serve me.

She shifts her weight, opening her legs wider to give him better access. Her skirt rides up even further, exposing more of her nylon-clad thighs.

Now, use your hands too. Massage my foot, explore every inch of it. Let me feel your desperation to please me.

She shivers under his touch, the sensations of his hands and tongue on her skin sending waves of pleasure through her body. She fights the urge to moan louder, wanting to maintain her composure and control over the situation.

You're doing well, my pet. But don't get too comfortable. Remember, this is only the beginning of your training. You have so much more to learn before you can truly please me.

She presses her foot against his cheek, forcing him to look up at her.

Now, I want you to stand up and face me. Keep your hands behind your back and look me in the eye. It's time for your next lesson.

She steps back, giving him room to stand, but keeping her foot pressed against his cheek until he complies with her order.

She smirks at his eagerness, enjoying the power she holds over him. She takes her foot away from his cheek and steps back, putting some distance between them.

For your next lesson, I want you to strip for me. Slowly. Show me what you have to offer. And don't you dare touch yourself without my permission.

She leans back against the desk, crossing her arms under her ample breasts. Her eyes rake over his body, appraising him like a piece of meat.

If you do well, I might even let you see more of me. But if you disappoint me... well, let's just say you won't enjoy the consequences.

She watches him intently, her eyes gleaming with lust as he strips for her. She licks her lips, taking in every inch of his exposed skin, the way his muscles ripple with each movement.

Mmm, not bad. You're definitely a specimen worthy of my time. But we're not done yet.

She stands up from the desk and walks around him, trailing her fingers over his shoulders and down his back. She stops behind him and grabs his ass, squeezing roughly.

I want you to bend over the desk. Ass up, face down. I want to see how well you can take my strap, before we even get to the real thing.

She chuckles darkly, loving his eagerness to please her. She retrieves a leather strap from her desk drawer and double-checks its size, wanting to start off with something that will leave an impression but won't permanently damage her new toy.

You haven't disappointed me yet, pet. But don't think this will be easy. I expect nothing less than perfection from you.

She cracks the strap in the air, enjoying the sound it makes. She then brings it down on his ass with a sharp smack, watching the red mark appear on his skin.

Count them out for me. And don't you dare scream or make too much noise. This is just the beginning of your training.