Protégée

Ok, this is the first chapter to my story. The first two chapters do have sexual tension, but... no sex until the third chapter. Sorry, folks, but I promise it will be good with spankings. Mmm... spankings. Anyway, it\'s a bit N/C, but... that sorta changes. Enjoy!


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It wasn\'t long before Katy was really making a name for herself in the art department. /Everyone/ knew about her, even those who didn\'t know who she was. She knew it, however, and it made her smile. Well, it was a hidden smile. She knew it was bad to be getting an ego, so she hid hers the best she could.

Yes, she was definitely the star child. But she was going to do one better with this next project. Just an exercise, but she had taken it to an extreme. God it was lovely, and even she couldn\'t believe she had drawn it. Everyone she had shown it to before had loved it and then it was only partly finished. She was definitely getting an \'A\'.

The only problem was, she had been working on it until she /had/ to be in class. She hadn\'t had time to mount it. She knew she would have time after the critique to put the cover on it, but she would have liked it to be done before hand. She knew Mr. Cross though. She had had him the semester before. He was by far the best teacher she had ever had, and she had learned a lot from him. Katy felt she owed him everything.

So, Katy came into class and sat, waiting for the teacher to call them to put their works on the wall for critique. She didn\'t have long to wait before they were all up there and everyone was gathered around. The whispers reached her, and Katy knew they were about her project. It really was that glorious. Even the teacher was looking at it with such an odd expression.

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When Jake Cross saw her exercises on the wall, he couldn\'t help but stop at it. He knew it was hers, even without seeing her put it up. He liked the girl, but he was also angry. Not only could she converse with him on just about every topic he cared to start, but now... this was just showing off. He\'d never seen art like that. Especially out of someone in their first year of college. This was almost beyond professional level.

Mr. Cross got through the critique as best he could, but he was fuming. Now he understood why she had been getting all of the attention that he had become accustomed to getting. He was definitely angry. And he was going to find some way to control her. He was her superior, she should NOT be better than he. And that was what frightened him most. His thoughts surprised him with their intensity, he really did like her, but something was eating at him. Jealousy. He shook the word out of his mind, but he knew it was true. He had been the star student, and now in his graduate years, some young, undergrad girl comes and makes a stir bigger than he ever thought. It was Jealousy.

The critique was over, and he noticed that hers had no covering, and that she was getting out her acetate. That wouldn\'t do.

\"Katy, could you get your picture and come with me for a minute?\" He could see her slight smile she always tried to hide. He\'d wipe it off of her face. Keeping his face completely impassive, he led her out in the hall to the office of Mr. Stone. He was gone for the next few days, and as Mr. Cross didn\'t have an office, this place would offer enough privacy.

He held the door opened, and guided her in with his hand on her back. He shut the door securely and then walked up to her.

\"Katy\"

\"Yes?\" She said it so timidly, so uncertainly, but with that smile. God, he wanted that smile to go away. He felt hatred well up for that smile.

\"You can\'t do that any more. You can\'t\"

\"I\'m sorry... I\'ll put the...\" But she was cut off as he advanced forward and put his hands on her shoulders, near her neck. Her body tingled, with fear, excitement. She didn\'t know what was happening. Her smile faltered.

\"You can\'t turn in work of that quality,\" He was now pressing up against her. \"I\'m your teacher, your superior.\" His voice was low and soft, and His thumbs were caressing her cheeks. \"You\'re my student. You will learn from me.\"

\"But, Mr. Cross....\" His lips came crashing down on hers quickly. \"I\'m not Mr. anything. I\'m Jake,\" his lips attacked hers again \"that\'s my name, you will call me that like I asked you to.\" He then continued the kiss.

Katy didn\'t know what to feel or do. Her hands hung limply at her sides, still holding her drawing. His hands were working, lifting her face to his, his lips moving passionately, sucking on hers. But his face was blank, almost impassive, while hers was completely red and flushed. Her bright eyes stared at him, without really seeing anything.

He broke the kiss, holding her by her shoulders, close to him. Katy had to look straight up to see into his eyes. \"You will not become better than me. You have a lot to learn.\" He began to kiss her again, His hands had begun wandering, down her back, her bottom, her legs... up the top of her thighs. Katy felt her heart flutter....

\"Mr...\" But his mouth was on hers again, crushing their lips together. One hand had gone up to tangle in her hair.

\"I\'m not a Mr.\" In the back of his mind, the word Mr. was causing something painful to happen. He shouldn\'t be doing this. This was his student. But he was filled with so much hate, passion, love-- that he just couldn\'t contain all these emotions in himself. And she wasn\'t resisting.

If truth be told, Katy didn\'t know what to think. She was supposed to listen to her teachers, do what they say. But... something like this was outside her realm of experience. And his hands, \'Oh my God... his hands\' she thought wildly as they roamed her body. And then the kiss. When he broke the kiss, she tried to reach her mouth up to his again. She didn\'t want the kiss to end. But he didn\'t come back to her. His hand slid to hers, and took the drawing from it, leaving the amazing piece of work on the desk in the room.

\"Jake?\" Katy was well aware that her voice was shaking as she said it. There was no hint of a smile now. Just a frightened girl, unsure, uneasy.

\"You\'re my protégée, you are my student. You are mine.\" He said harshly. \"Come to class when you are ready.\"

And then he left.

Katy stood for a minute, blinking. She wanted to cry, she felt the tears in her eyes, but she was too confused. She walked to the bathroom, and waited until her eyes had dried and her face had cooled before going back to class. She couldn\'t look at her teacher.