The Daddy Dom Podcast -Episode 12  - Teachers Pet

There are so many real world  scenarios and dynamics that  emulate and simulate the dynamic of a DS relationship or scenario,  DGLG relationship or scenario.  You have the military, by example,  very strict rules, harsh discipline,  more of a master slave type of.  Dynamic. And then you have the person in power who demands respect. 

and gets what they want when they want it.  For me, I've always gravitated to the real world dynamic of  teacher.  I've had a lot of experience in my time, being a performer in the entertainment business, watching other performers, and teaching.  I love the role of instructor.  It checks off all the boxes for me as a daddy dom.

And I can participate in that role and dynamic in a real world scenario. Big turn on for me.  As a teacher, professor, instructor, I find that you also have to play the part. You have to get into that role, dress nice and sharp, look good, clean,  and presentable.  Have the confidence when you walk into a room and command attentiveness.

All eyes on me  now.  It's a strong power dynamic where you create rules, my class, my rules,  and this includes discipline and consequences for breaking those rules, however large or small,  setting the tone with clear expectations  of you  and you of me.  Just like a DS relationship.  It's important to communicate that right off the get go so you know where you both stand in this dynamic. 

But outside of that loose structure that I try to create, I feel that learning and education must be entertaining.  So again, I like to look good. I want to be attractive. I want to make sure that all eyes are going to be on me. In a physical sense, so they can hear me, what I want to say and portray to them  in a, you know, educational manner. 

I try to create a collaborative relationship between each student and myself. That really, for me, creates a bond and I get to figure out which ones I get to. Bond with more than others,  you can see so far how much that emulates a DDLG DS type of  interaction and scenario. You have someone in the position of power, especially as a daddy Dom who likes to learn, nurture, and care for his students and create  a participation between the two.

I find with me that gives me the opportunity to find who is more receptive to me as a teacher slash daddy dom and who is just there to get a, you know, credit  in this dynamic. You also have the requirement for praise for good behavior and desirable interactions. So when I'm in that scenario and I have someone who is.

interesting to me. I make sure that I praise them and give them the support and encouragement for more interaction.  And giving attention and lavishing praise is one of the great dynamics of a DDLG relationship.  And you get that in a real world experience of being a teacher and a student. I love these similarities. 

During this whole process of teaching and instructing a class, it allows me to get a vibe on those who are here and with me. And I always play a game with myself to kind of single out the ones who are more involved. more attentive, more interested in not only what I'm saying, but me as a presenter. 

There's also those ones, you know, sometimes in the back who are just looking over their book  or their, their computer and just kind of shyly looking up, but I catch them looking every so often. And I love that little, Give and play type of dynamic during a classroom session. I find it just excites me. It gets all my juices flowing and makes me feel like a daddy dom.

Like I'm really trying to get those  reactions and interactions out of the, teacher's pet.  The whole role play of professor and student scenario is a big fantasy for a lot of people in the DS, especially in the DDLG relationship, because it does have so many similarities to a daddy Dom and his little  teaching care, the praise rules as well. 

And that dynamic really fits me so well. And I've always loved being in that  situation of being in front of people and exploring all those nuances of the individuals who are taking in all my content.  I have written and done  so many audios about this scenario, my After Class series, Coach, and you can find them all on my Patreon page at InMyHandsAudio.

But there was another one that came to me by a very great author and friend of mine by Violet Gray.  And if you like the story that I'm going to present to you after this little narrative, please find her. I'll put all of her socials and where you can find all her stories in the notes of this episode. 

And I encourage you to take a listen and read more of her work.  All characters depicted in this story are adults and of the age of consent.  This story by Violet Gray is about a student who was quite enamored with her teacher. His presentation, his style, his care,  and his  je ne sais quoi.  I hope you enjoy. 

Earbuds in, and stay tingly. I give you  A Thorough Education by Violet Gray. 

A Thorough Education by Violet Gray.  Francesca pursed her lips and inhaled through her nose.  She filled her pen in between her fingers, trying to focus on her notes and the presentation in front of her.  Not the handsome man teaching it.  Mateo led the seminar as he usually did, eloquently listing his points, gesturing over the interactive whiteboard. 

He exuded a laid back confidence over the small class that made him approachable and respected among his peers.  Something Francesca had always admired in people,  and something that tore at her resolve right now.  She cursed herself inwardly as Matteo wrapped up the seminar with his usual charming grin. 

A mature student with a crush on a lecturer?  Yeah, real mature Francesca, real bloody mature.  Okay guys, I'll see you on Monday, he smiled.  Quickly, she slipped her notebook into a bag and stood up.  A Francesca,  a nervous jolt, shot through her stomach, and she looked up at him.  She took his coffee brown eyes and rustic skin in,  his head of full onyx hair and trimmed beard. 

The blue jeans and  white t shirt fit him beautifully.  The top button undone, and the sleeves rolled halfway up his forearms.  She gave a slight smile of acknowledgement, attempting to look normal.  Her attraction had grown so that at times she could barely look at him.  Yes? She answered.  Could I speak with you for a moment? 

Polite, yet with a firmness that she didn't want to question.  When the other students filed out, he closed the door.  The air was thick.  Francesca lowered her bag to the floor and leaned against the desk. Opposite Mateo.  So, Francesca said, what can I do for you?  Mateo had folded his arms and looked at her contemplatively.

Silence.  When she saw the cogs turning in his eyes with every second that passed, the more a dark panic swirled in Francesca's belly.  Have I done something wrong, she offered.  If she was going to get a chastising, she'd rather get it over with and done.  But Matteo's dark brows merely furrowed,  and he shook his head. 

What?  No.  Nothing like that.  He huffed in a breathless laugh.  In fact, quite the opposite.  I read your latest chapter and I have to say,  I'm very impressed.  Francesca's eyes widened.  Matteo had kindly agreed to read some of the novel she was working on.  He was an experienced writer, intelligent, and frankly, the only person she could trust to give an honest opinion without poking fun at her. 

Writing for Medieval Romance.  Are you sure, she asked.  Very, he said.  Francesca felt her stomach flip.  The part when Lady Eliza had to give her baby over to the father's family.  You nearly made a grown man cry.  He chuckled and Francesca couldn't help but laugh along with him.  That down to earth nature was what she liked about him most. 

She was certain that he could see the flesh bubbling in her cheeks, but prayed that he hadn't.  Thank you.  Shyly, she returned her eyes down to the carpet.  I'm happy you liked it.  There was one thing, though.  Francesca's ears perked up. Oh?  I love the scene between Lady Eliza and Jacob. The stableman.  Matteo casually ran his hand over his beard, tucking his other hand into his jean pocket. 

I feel it needs more  passion.  Now it was Francesca's turn to furrow her brows.  Hmm. What did you have in mind exactly? She asked.  There's so much electricity between them.  Mateo held her gaze as he took a step toward her.  That when they do share that moment, I feel it needs to be more  explosive.  He was so close, mere inches from her. 

Francesca could feel the warmth radiate from his chest.  Her entire body stiffened.  She was so close she could see the gold tint in his eyes. And the slight salt and pepper flecks in his beard.  All she had to do was reach out  and touch him.  They stayed there for what seemed like a lifetime.  When he gently brushed a stray lock of hair from behind her ear, she couldn't contain the sharp breath that filled her lungs, his gaze.

Soften.  I feel the same, Francesca, he murmured with a little smile.  I always have.  All the breath in Francesca's lungs left her. 

You have?  Her words barely rose above a whisper.  Mateo inched ever closer, stroking his hand tenderly through her hair  to rest  on her hip.  Yes.  His forehead touched hers.  She felt the magnetic touch of his thumb stroke against her lip  before his lips pressed against hers.  Matteo's lips were soft against hers, gentle  yet burning with a passion. 

She had ached for more.  She cupped his strong jaw with both her hands, deepening their kiss. Feeling his big arms snake around her waist and pulling him smack  against his body.  Their hands roamed as their kisses grew more urgent, more fraught. Hers through his soft hair, his splaying across her back, moving down to her buttocks with a strong squeeze. 

Francesca gassed against his lips, feeling his arousal pressing into her.  Together they grappled at his shirt and throwing it to the floor.  Mateo branded her skin with his lips when he grabbed her hips and hoisted her onto the table.  He prowled up her skirt, pulling it above her hips while she hurriedly unbuckled his belt and yanking down his jeans, she felt the buttons of her shirt loosen the cups of her bra tugging down and she bit down hard on her lip fighting  to hold back a groan in her throat as Mateo's lips clamped around her nipples, flicking his tongue skillfully back and forth. 

Anamosa.  He growled.  He spread her legs apart with his thighs, pushing her underwear to the side, and then sinking immediately deep  inside her.  Francesca melted against his body as he took her heart on the desk. Every stroke sent her mind into a whirlwind, shuddering blissfully as he hushed the romantic words. 

Mateo's dominance over her sizzled under her skin. He reveled in her hooded eyes. Those blushing cheeks and her full breasts crushing against his chest as he guided her hips into his.  He wanted her. for so long.  He was going to make sure that she knew it. Te quiero,  querida. Te  quiero.  Francesca's hips bowed.

She clung to his broad shoulders, muffling her climax against his chest.  Oh God, she cried. His climax soon followed, ringing harsh, gated shouts in her neck and collapsing  on top of her.  And when their breath steadied, Francesca cradled his head in her hands.  I shall write that, she giggled.  And Mateo giggled down at her. 

Si, Hermosa.  He kissed her softly,  just like  that.