Title: Positions Of Authority
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Pairing: Jennifer/Lydia
Rating: NC-17
Length: 490 words
Content Notes: Teacher/student relationship. Caning with a ruler.
Summary: Lydia likes to challenge authority figures.


Lydia’s seduced teachers before.

Granted, she’s never gone beyond gentle accidental-on-purpose touches, lips coming a little too close to be anything innocent. She enjoys the flirtation, the exercise of it. These people claim to have authority over her, and Lydia likes to see how easy it is to wrap them around her finger, using sexuality as a weapon.

With Ms. Blake, it’s different. Because Ms. Blake, Jennifer, she has these doe eyes and those long legs and this delicate way about her, something strong and yet breakable all at once.

Lydia wants to taste it.

So she starts pressing against the boundaries, easing her way under Jennifer’s skin. Clothing, tone of voice, carefully chosen words and expertly applied body language. Watching the way Jennifer stops resisting piece by piece, and she can already feel the victory, practically within her reach.

She can already imagine Jennifer spread across her desk, this woman who should be in a position of power over Lydia throwing her legs open and gasping so beautifully for her mouth. She can already imagine Jennifer submitting.

It doesn’t happen that way. When she finally kisses Jennifer against the classroom door after school, she’s expecting the final token protests, weak and feeble.

Instead Jennifer wears an expression Lydia’s never seen from her before, dark and sharp and knowing.

Instead Lydia is spun around, her back against the blackboard, chalk on her cardigan. Jennifer kisses her with a sureness that’s only been glimpsed in her teaching, her lips curved in a smile against Lydia’s mouth.

It’s Jennifer who takes charge, and Lydia who is overwhelmed, struggling to keep up. Caught in a whirlwind, and she finds herself bracing her hands across Jennifer’s desk. Skirt pulled up around her waist, a ruler being trailed up the back of one thigh.

“Naughty girl,” Jennifer purrs, and it’s nothing like the voice she uses in the classroom, too low and sensual.

The ruler smacks against Lydia’s ass, and she hears herself whimper.

She’s never allowed anybody to treat her like this before, but the fabric of her panties is growing damp with how damn wet she is, thighs tense, aching for friction between her legs. The ruler lands again and again, and Lydia whines and pushes back into it, shameless and wanton.

“I knew you wanted this from me,” Jennifer murmurs, one hand sliding through Lydia’s hair. “I saw the way you looked at me, knew it was only a matter of time until you approached me.”

She sounds so confident in Lydia’s lust, like a whole different person than who Lydia first took her to be. Like there’s this secret personality that’s been hiding inside of her the whole time, but Lydia can’t focus on that, not now, not when the ruler lands high across her thighs, making her cry out.

“I want to see you touch yourself,” Jennifer whispers against her ear.

Lydia bites her lip and submits to the order.