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After sliding up onto the classroom desk, I collapsed my hands together and hoped that Sierra would show up today. She, Heather, and a couple of their friends had gone shopping at the mall for New Year’s Eve dresses. But she’d seemed nervous when I mentioned another class.
To finish the class time that everyone had missed after Sierra said her safeword, I added another one a few days later onto our calendar and emailed the class that they could attend it if they were available.
I hadn’t planned on a demonstration today because we had a far more important lesson.
To my surprise, the seats filled up in the classroom more than I’d thought they would for a last-minute addition. Every time the door opened, I raised my gaze and hoped that Sierra would trickle into the room tonight.
One minute before class officially began, all the seats were full, except hers. I frowned at the thought of Sierra not feeling comfortable in my class anymore since she had used her safeword, but reminded myself that she just needed time.
“Okay, let’s get started.” I cleared my throat. “Our class today won’t be as long as usual.”
Before I could officially begin, the door opened, and Sierra scurried into the classroom, like she had done for the first class after I told her not to be late. With her cheeks flushed, she slipped onto her seat. “Sorry I’m late, Professor.”
“Don’t let it happen again, Miss Monroe,” I said playfully.
She bit back a giggle behind her grin, and I returned to the class.
“Most of you witnessed one of your classmates saying her safeword last class.”
A couple of students glanced over at Sierra as she slouched down in her seat, turning her gaze to the top of her desk. This wasn’t to embarrass her in any way or to shame her. But it was an example that everyone here had witnessed.
“A safeword is to alert your partner that you don’t feel safe, that you’re hurting, or that you’d like to stop the scene.” I cleared my throat and looked around at the students. “There is no shame in ever saying your safeword. Understand?”
The students nodded.
“As soon as you hear your partner say his or her safeword, you stop.” I paused to let it sink in for the rest of the students. “It doesn’t matter what you’re doing or how much pleasure something is giving you. To be a good partner, you stop immediately and ensure that your other is safe, physically, mentally, and emotionally.”
“What happens after your partner says their safeword?” someone asked from the back.
“Sometimes, you might continue the scene after you’ve confirmed with your partner that they’re okay. At other times, you will need to stop the scene for the night and begin aftercare immediately.”
“Can you explain aftercare?” another student asked.
“Aftercare is a time after sex where you recover with your partner and tend to each other’s needs. Showing that you care. Making sure they’re okay. Helping them return to reality. It will be different for every couple, but it usually includes two elements—physical and emotional. Physical involves removing any restraints, making sure they drink, and comforting them after a draining session. Emotional involves talking about the scene”—I glanced over at Sierra—“about your reasons for saying your safeword, and reassurance.”
“So, cuddling?” a woman asked beside Sierra.
“Cuddling is a good example. I personally enjoy giving my partner warm baths to help her relax.” I slid off the desk and walked around the front of the classroom. “You can also make warm tea or do something you both enjoy together.”
“Is aftercare always needed?” she asked.
“Sometimes, your partner might not enjoy aftercare, so it’s important to talk about your needs in the beginning of a relationship,” I said because I hadn’t really enjoyed receiving aftercare myself until Sierra. “Other times, your partner, who doesn’t like aftercare, might really, really need it, and he or she doesn’t even know it.”
Sierra’s lips curled into a small smile, and she tucked some hair behind her ear, so innocent and shy, like the first night I had met her. God, sometimes, I wished we could relive that night over and over again. But then I realized that being with her like this was so much better.
When nobody had any more questions, I moved on to the next subject.
“Next class, you’ll choose a partner for an end-of-semester project.” I glanced at Sierra, excitement running through my body, and drew my tongue across my inner teeth. “So, make sure to choose your partner wisely.”
“What’s the project, Professor?” Sierra asked.
My lips curled into a smirk. “Patience, Miss Monroe. Patience.”
She kicked her legs back and forth underneath the desk, so innocent. She had no idea what I had in store for her in a few days. That woman had teased me about wanting to breed her, so I would. And she’d love every moment of it.
