Serving the guests

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Kelly The Sub

I walked into Cate’s place, feeling a mix of emotions. I had cheated on that term paper, and I knew I had to face the consequences. It had been a weird situation at first with me being caught and reprimanded by her.

I immediately felt sorry and apologized to her, and she understood, but she also knew that she had to show me the consequences and I had to be punished. Somehow during that talk, I shared a lot about my life, and I felt her guiding hand. She was a great teacher!

This talk in her classroom felt strange, a mixture of shame and guilt and at the same time she had so much empathy and warmth. I was not used to any of this.

“Kelly, come on in,” Cate said, smiling warmly, when I arrived at her house on the outskirts of the small town.

“I hope I am not late!” I had noticed a lot of cars in her driveway, which made me a little nervous. I only had a vague idea, what was going to happen.

“You are right on time! Like the good girl that you are supposed to be!”, she said and smiled.

We hugged, and I smelled her warm perfume. It really helped to calm my anxiety. I felt like she was taking care of me.

I looked around, seeing a bunch of older people, all dressed up and sipping drinks.

“So, what’s the plan for tonight?” a middle-aged man asked casually.

“Well, we’re just having a little get-together,” Cate said. “But first, we need to take care of that little issue with your paper.” She had turned to me.

I nodded, feeling a knot in my stomach. This was something I had to do. Cate and I had talked about it. She needed a credible apology from me.

Cate guided me in the middle of the room, and I felt all eyes on me. I was a little scared now, uncomfortable.

“I know I cheated, Professor. I’m sorry. I would really like to apologize to you and all your friends. I know it’s wrong. I shouldn’t have done it. It’s just… I don’t know. There is no excuse. I was a bad girl, and I am so sorry!”

I looked at all the people who were comfortably sitting in their arm-chairs sipping wine and cocktails, and I felt very self-conscious and small at that moment.

“Do you think we can accept her apology?” she asked her friends, and they seemed to approve.

Cate smiled again. “Well then we accept your apology, but I think you will have to do much more to appease everyone!”

I nodded. Of course she was right, and I was willing to make amends.

“I think we can come up with a suitable punishment, don’t you? Now, why don’t you take off that dress for me?”

Yes, the dress. I should explain.

Cate had given me this dress to wear for the evening. It was scarlet red and very simple, it accentuated my hips, boobs and my tiny belly. I was used to wearing dresses, but of course I had agreed to all of this!

It felt odd though because she had instructed me not to wear anything underneath, and the thin fabric didn’t hide my erect nipples. They poked out and made pretty obvious how I was feeling.

I hesitated, but Cate’s eyes seemed to bore into m, encouraging me to continue. I slowly raised my hands to undress. My face red from the feeling of shame.

As I stood there, I slowly reached up and slid the straps off my shoulders, feeling the cool air on my skin as the dress began to fall away. It was like a veil; a thin layer of fabric dropped gently and exposed me to the world.

I felt a shiver run down my spine as the straps slipped down my arms, and the dress began its slow descent down my body. It clung to my curves for a moment, hesitating, before finally falling to the floor in a soft rustle.

I was left standing there, completely naked, my skin feeling hot and flushed with shame and humiliation.