Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 103033 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103033 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
I nodded once to myself and watched the brats straighten in their seats, and then I joined Kingsley at the front.
“Good afternoon, you unruly little libertines.” I turned around and faced them. “I’m Professor Aavik, and we’ll start today’s class with a test. But since we’re short on time, we hope you can multitask. Professor Madden and I will provide you with answers as we give you a lecture during the test.” I gestured for Kingsley to get started, and he handed out the questionnaire along with four pens. “As fine little BDSM members, we trust you know your kink history.”
I soaked up the expressions of nervousness and distaste from the brats.
A test was always an easy route to upset them.
“During our lecture, we’ll also assist you with helpful advice on how to sit and behave properly,” I added.
“Aren’t you kind,” Corey mumbled under his breath.
“For instance! When you wish to speak, you raise your hand first,” I declared. “Then when we allow you to run your mouth, you stand up beside your desk and say what you have to say.”
Gael raised his hand, and I inclined my head.
He rose from his seat, positioned himself next to the desk, and simply said, “Yikes.” Then he sat down again.
Don’t laugh.
Tate and Corey couldn’t help it—they laughed and hurriedly stifled their sounds, and I was thankful Kingsley stepped in because I was too happy Gael was settling in with his goofball behavior as much as he was with his new friends.
“Think twice before you brat off again, little Gael,” Kingsley told him. “Next time, we will deduct five points from your final score. Same warning to the rest of you. Choose your words wisely.”
This time, the “Yikes” was only visible in Gael’s expression.
“The test begins now,” I stated. The boys instantly turned the questionnaire around and picked up their pens. “It should be fairly easy, considering it’s only sixty questions and we’re serving you the answers on a silver platter.”
“Exactly—so with that said,” Kingsley continued, “let’s begin our class. For instance, as with so many other fields, BDSM has its roots across the board, and of course, we don’t call it kink until we add consent. But there’s no denying that many of our beloved fetishes stem from actual torture methods and or are inspired by people who’d be banned from any kink club today—rightly so.”
I grabbed four of the five dictionaries we kept on the desk, and I arrived at Tate first. While he wrote as quickly as possible, jumping between questions on the paper, I placed one of the books on his head.
“Do not drop it,” I said.
He swallowed hard and slowed down his movements.
“Two of those people are sometimes called the fathers of libertinism,” Kingsley went on. “Most of you have heard of Marquis de Sade, but John Wilmot is deserving of his mention as well. Men without scruples and morals, men who were imprisoned or exiled for their repeated abuse of prostitutes and mistresses. The marquis narrowly escaped death for his offenses of flogging women he kept imprisoned.”
Once all the boys had books balanced on their heads, I returned to half sit on the desk, and I clasped my hands in front of me.
“Flogging brings us to many of those toys we utilize in kink today,” I said. “I believe the first English mention of a pillory was from the 1200s—now we have one on the front lawn—and you can go back another hundred years to find mentions of it in French. Stocks go back even further, to Ancient Greece, as a popular form of public humiliation.”
Kingsley traced his crop alongside Corey’s leg. “Knees together—all of you.”
“In the 1700s, we start seeing more consensual forms of flagellation and D/s,” I continued. “The famous Berkley Horse was invented by a brothel madam in London. You may have heard of Theresa Berkley. She wasn’t the first, but she is one of our most famous Dominatrixes in kink history.”
“It was actually a popular hobby among the wealthy of that time in England,” Kingsley said. “Both male and female aristocrats went to visit brothels around that time, to be spanked, flogged, whipped, and restrained.”
I walked slowly toward Gael’s desk, the floorboards creaking a little along the way.
Cam dropped his book on the desk and hurriedly returned it to its position on his head. “My deepest apologies, Professors!”
“Politeness goes a long way—no points deducted,” I said.
The boy exhaled.
I came to a stop behind Gael as Kingsley shifted the lecture to American kink history—what we brought over from Europe and Asia, and when. Then I dipped down and dropped a soft kiss to Gael’s neck.
“I’m tempted to ask you to stay behind after class,” I whispered in his ear. “So you can suck your Professor’s cock.”
He sucked in a breath, and the book thumped down on the desk.