She just needs a final bit of training

"Now come on girl, it's not so bad," you comfort her, pulling her petite body into a hug. "You did just fine, and you're very special." She clings to you, sobbing brokenly. You actually feel a pang of guilt for having spoiled this naïve girl, but you quickly rebuke yourself and harden your heart.

"Let's get you cleaned up," you murmur, picking her up and cradling her against your chest as you carry her upstairs. Her sobbing slows to whimpering and she nuzzles against your chest as you climb the stairs to the bathroom. You sit her on the counter and she lets you peel off her knee socks and remove her skirt, bracing herself with one hand on your shoulder as she looks at you, biting her lip anxiously. When you take the tie off her slender neck she gives a little shuddering whimper.

"I'm your special student now?" she asks in a small plaintive voice.

"Of course you are," you assure her as you admire her petite naked body and stroke the side of her head. "Let's clean you up." You turn on the shower and adjust the water to warm, then pick Faith up and carry her under the stream. She makes a little purring noise as you stand her on her feet, putting one hand against the tile wall to brace herself as the water flows over her body.

You pour some body wash into your palms and rub it over her nubile body, lathering her up as you stand behind her. She moans softly, squirming gently at your touch.

"You're so good to me, so kind," she murmurs. "When you...used me...downstairs...I was afraid...I've never, never had anyone...back there...But now you're so gentle."

"It's all part of making you special," you tell her, continuing to caress and lather her sweet young body. "Training you. I know how much you want to learn."

"Yes sir, I want to learn. I want to be your special student."

"I know you do Faith," you tell her, cupping her small breasts with one hand while the other gently caresses her firm young rump. She gives a little moan as you roll her nipples between your thumb and finger, then gasps as you gently circle the rosebud of her anus with one finger.

"Oh! Oh God! Please Sir! I'm Not Ready!"

"A special student is always ready," you murmur, working up a lather between the cheeks of her ass, as you continue to fondle her sweet little titties.

"I thought...thought you were going to clean me..." she whimpers, looking back over her shoulder at you, her hair wet and clinging to her pretty young face.

"I am, I'm cleaning you and training you at the same time," you say softly, continuing to tease and lather her sweet little rosebud. "The next part of your training is very important. Perhaps the most important part of all."

"What...what is it?" she quavers anxiously.

"This is the part where you show how you're my whore," you say, seeing her eyes widen as she bites her lip. "The part where you beg for cock. The part where you surrender everything to me."

"But...downstairs...I...I did everything....did things I've never....what...what more can I give?"

"You can embrace your submission, embrace being my special student, my wanton slut. Show me what an eager little whore you can be. Beg for cock, Faith. It's the final test." You press your finger against her tight pucker as you squeeze and roll her hard little nipples, feeling her shudder as she struggles with internal conflicts.