Twisted I Moon - Book 3 of the Black Moon series - Chapter 45: I Learned My Lesson Well
       
(Noah's POV - Wed. 15 April 2015)

"This is perfect, Noah, keep it up," Mrs. Allister, the Art teacher, tells me kindly after she has checked my sketch. "By the way, Class, while I think about it, there is an interesting exhibition in our town this week on architectural artwork, but it ends on Saturday. It has very nice model reproductions of famous buildings, 3D plans as well as architectural plans. I thought this might interest some of you who have demonstrated a particular talent during the first part of our course on perspectives."

The last sentence is uttered in a most silky voice while her eyes are steadily laying on me, causing me to blush at the compliment. I have always been the Art teachers' pet and Mrs. Allister is no exception. Ever since the beginning of the accelerated program, she has praised all my work and given me only A's, even more so now that we are working on portraits. These have always been my favorite and this is probably the only thing that I can be truly proud of, so I am not going to reject her congratulations. Sadly, I haven't had much time to spend on my hobby recently but I hope to resume my sketches of Camden in the near future.

However, my tastes in art have slightly changed in the last weeks and particularly after she introduced us to architectural design. I have found myself a new passion for drawing vanishing perspectives, buildings and houses, streets, etc. So, I would really like to go to that exhibition; unfortunately, it would have to be on Saturday because evenings are too short between homework and training into submission. In any case, I will have to ask for Camden's permission because I am not repeating last week's mistake!

"Hey, we could go on Saturday and have lunch together?" Sean proposes in a whisper once the teacher has gone back to her desk.

Here we go again with Sean's weekly request to go out over the weekend! Last Sunday morning, when he sent a text to remind me that we had agreed to maybe meet at the arcade games place again, I answered that I was feeling sick to my stomach and preferred to rest at home in order to feel better for the tests on Monday and Tuesday, but I won't be able to knit excuses all the time. If I didn't want to spend time with him at all, I would simply flip him off and tell him straight away, but the truth is that I would really like to. Sean is a cool guy, I really like him – as a friend, of course – and I would really appreciate to spend a few hours out of school with him once in a while. Now try and tell that to Daddy, Noah! Yeah, not sure he will like that, but if I don't ask, I will never find out.

"It would be a good idea... Let me just check with Camden tonight to make sure we don't have any plans and I'll tell you tomorrow," I whisper back to him.

Well, I do have my certification tests at the club on Saturday evening, but if I promise to work a lot for the rest of time, it could work. My only hope is that Camden will be in a good mood tonight and will accept. If the activity is education-oriented, it might pass off easier than if I was asking him to go out and play. Moreover, ever since last Sunday evening, I have been on my best behavior and he hasn't had to reproach me with a single mistake.

Just thinking about how awful last weekend was has my body shiver. Of course, I was really upset that Camden postponed my certification at the Black Diamond; I was so eager to take the tests and then spend the evening there. After he announced my punishment on Wednesday evening, I remained hopeful that I could make him change his mind. I took the first part pretty well, I think. The paddle spanking eased off my headache and as Camden warned me, I did feel it for a couple of days! Sitting in class the following day clearly allowed me to remember the lesson that Camden taught me!

However, I was still decided to go to the Black Diamond on Saturday, so I called Shannon on my lunch break on Friday to ask for his advice. Needless to say that it was already shameful to admit I had fucked up, but Shan comforted me, saying that it happens to all of us, Subs. He also said that lying was one of the worst mistakes to our Doms and that I should definitely try to avoid doing that again.

"Shan, I really want to go on Saturday!! Please help me! Have you ever managed to make Master Mark come back on a decision?" I asked him.

"Well... kind of, but the problem is that Master Camden is not Master Mark... if you see what I mean?" he replied in an apologetic tone.

"You mean that Daddy is stricter?"

"Yeah, obviously... Like we told you last weekend, we've never seen him with a Sub in the past, so I don't really know how strict he can be. After all, this is a bit new to him as well, but... Honestly, Noah, I doubt it's going to work with Master Camden."

"But I can still try..."

"Yes, of course! Try to be on your best behavior today and tomorrow. And don't ask him tonight! Wait until tomorrow! He might be more relaxed during the weekend and if he sees that you are willing to try. And make sure he is in a good mood on Saturday..." he then suggested in a mischievous tone.

"You mean..."

"I mean pleasure him! Wake him up with a blowjob and decline the favor in return! You know that Doms often get more orgasms than we do, right? So, show him that you are ready to deal with that! It'll show him how mature you are!" he explained.

Well, that didn't help! I worked like a maniac on Friday after school, did my best during our training session in the evening and woke him up with a blowjob on Saturday morning. He was even ready to return me the favor but was late for work. That seemed to please him though so I tried to convince him again but he still refused. Once he had left, I complained to Shannon and that upset him too.

"Damn! He's so strict!" he sighed. "We really want to see you too tonight! Listen... I think Master Camden is really different than other Doms. Even Master Joshua isn't so strict! So what I suggest as a last chance is... He seems to be kind of obsessed with your schoolwork, right? Then work your ass off! Do even more than what you're supposed to do! Take some advance in your lessons! And try again when he comes back! That's really all I can think of, Noah..."

That didn't work either. I spent the whole damn day working like a maniac, hoping that Camden would be so happy with me that he'd change his mind. I think he was really proud of all the work, but sadly, that wasn't enough. So, when I realized that we were going to stay home on Saturday evening, disappointment hit me hard and I turned into a whimsical brat. I obeyed all his orders, trained on my submission, but I sulked for the rest of the weekend. That was my attempt at getting a small revenge against him but it only resulted in more negative outcomes.

My attitude didn't serve me well and it actually pissed Camden to the point where I wonder if he wasn't about to dump me. My sulky mindset ruined what could have been a decent weekend despite the punishment and I pushed him close to his patience's limits. The lecture I earned over dinner on Sunday evening was like a painful slap in my face; I also got scared he might kick me out.

I know the rules and I totally agreed to them, so I should have quietly accepted his decision and worked to make up for my lies on Wednesday but my bratty behavior only worsened the situation. When I heard the deep disappointment in his voice, it was like an electric shock and I immediately took in the extent of my stupidity. Of course, Camden wouldn't tolerate to present such an unworthy Submissive! He is so close to perfection and I am so far from it!

Disappointing him was the least of things I wanted and in the end, understanding this hurt me more than any other kind of punishment. His rejection would certainly kill me now. The way he ignored my presence when I showed up in his room a bit later on broke me and I understood that I had to make up for this awful weekend. I knew he had had to bear with my obnoxious temper for the last two days, but I just couldn't stand his sudden carelessness and I sincerely apologized. Lucky me, he was able to feel my distress and repentance! The moment he wrapped me in his arms in forgiveness meant everything to me. It allowed me to finally breathe in relief, glad that we could resume from where we had stopped, yet fully aware that I would have to work twice as hard on my submission.

In this respect, I have been on my better-than-best behavior, doing everything single thing I could to please him. I was fast asleep when he got home on Monday evening but I had made sure to leave all my notebooks open on the dining table to show him how hard I had worked. I also left him his share of the dinner I prepared.

Last night, everything was perfect! My homework was all done when he got home, as was our meal; my training session went well too and hearing him praise me on all this felt heartwarming as hell. The positive side of my sulking was that I didn't completely mess up everything because I worked my ass off for school on both Saturday and Sunday, which allowed me to rock at the tests on Monday and Tuesday; well except in Math maybe. I am just not sure about that one because it was easy and I had really understood that lesson, but it's just an impression I have. The problem is that during this morning's class, the teacher told us that she hadn't corrected our tests yet and that we would only get them back on Friday. I just hope it won't be too bad otherwise Camden might move my certification again.

When the bell signaling the end of the day echoes in the corridors, we all put away our art works and supplies. Sean and I are the last ones to leave the class, but as we walk out of the school building, I notice that Mila and Kelly are waiting for us, looking a bit nervous. The two girls are not as unpleasant as they first appeared; Sean and I have actually begun to speak with them a little more often this week.

"Hey Noah..." Mila cheers, immediately clinging to my arm. I have always wondered if my cuddly self is a natural magnet to clingy people, but even if I tolerate her better now, I'd rather she doesn't touch me like she does. However, my shy side doesn't feel strong enough to push her back and I just bear with it. "You're so talented in Arts, I believe you should visit that exhibition... so if you're gonna go... would you go with me?" Fuck! Did her eyelashes flutter like butterflies? Ugh... I think they did and I don't like that!

"Sean does great too in Arts, I think we should go all together on Saturday!" Kelly adds cheerfully, displaying her most charming smile to Sean, but at least she keeps her distance from him. "We could then have lunch somewhere..."

"Please say yes, Noah..." Mila insists, sticking closer to my body and pouting her lips in an exaggerated and ugly way.

"Hmm..."

This is what my stupid brain only manages. All this blatant flirt has completely frozen me and I don't even know what I should answer. I know I should flip her off, push her away from me and state clear that I am not interested in anything further than brief talks between classes with her, but I find myself incapable of uttering a coherent word.

"Noah... Noah..." Sean whispers with heavy concern in his voice. I turn to look at him on my left, hoping that he has a solution to get us out of this mess, but my friend has frozen too, though for other reasons obviously as he is staring in the far distance to my right. "I think your... your friend is here..."

As my head slowly tilts to the right, my eyes briefly meeting with Mila's before they focus further past her, my heart skips a bit when I catch sight of a rather upset Camden walking determinedly toward our group. This is exactly what I needed to get rid of Mila's hands on my arm and to take a couple of steps away from her. My eyes never leave Camden though, until he reaches us with a dark scowl.

"Hi... I didn't know you were finishing so early today..." I tell him as he walks to stand close by my side. He grabs my arm and slightly pulls me aside of the group.

"Hi... I wasn't but I got a call from the school this afternoon and had to cancel some appointments because the Director wants to see us in his office," he replies in a hushed, yet rather dry tone.

"Really...?" I squeal, wondering why that would be.

"I wouldn't be here otherwise, Noah. Did something happen in class?" he then asks in a wary tone.

"No... What did the Director say?"

"I only spoke to his secretary; she said he wants to give me an update on your current progress but she couldn't provide any details," Camden explains with a frown toward my classmates who have slightly gotten closer to us. Damn! The girls are nearly drooling at him and that seriously annoys me. Camden and I haven't really discussed about how our relationship should pass off in front of other people and right now, I wish I could stake my claim on him with a kiss.

"I have to go, guys... I'll see you tomorrow..." I stutter awkwardly, already spinning on my heels while Cam nods at them. Just as we are about to enter the school building, Sean catches up with us though.

"Hey, Noah! Remember to check if you can... go out on Saturday..." he whispers to me, though loud enough for Camden to hear. Ugh shit! I already hope that I am not in trouble with school, so I didn't need this now!

"What is this about?" Camden asks dryly, scowling at me.

"There's an art exhibition in town that would be very interesting for Noah, but it ends on Saturday..." Sean blurts out before I have had time to shut him up. "So if you guys don't have plans over the weekend, Noah would really love to go I think..." I can see Camden tense further and further and I pray he doesn't unleash his sadist on Sean.

"I think Noah is old enough to speak for himself, but for now, we have an appointment, so we'll discuss this later," Camden replies firmly before he drags me inside the school and hurries along the corridors to the Director's office. His secretary shows us in and almost unsurprisingly, my Math teacher is sitting at the same meeting table as him. After some polite greetings, we all take a seat and there are a few seconds of uncomfortable silence before Mr. Lennander clears his throat.

"So, as my secretary must have told you over the phone, Mr. Hall, I wanted to review Mr. Mitchell's progress with you since you were designated as his tutor when he enrolled into this program. First of all, I would like to say that Mr. Mitchell is doing exceedingly great in most of the subjects and especially in arts," the Director says rather warmly before he turns to me. "I don't know if you have already decided on how you would like to pursue your studies, Mr. Mitchell, and it would be high time to think about it if you expect to get the allotment you really wish for, but I believe that an Art school would be very appropriate."

"Thank you, Sir... I'll think about it..." I reply shyly, trying to ignore Mrs. Logan's dark look.

"Such a shame that Noah doesn't do so good in Math..." the bitch says sarcastically, drawing Camden's attention.

"From what I have seen, he doesn't do that bad in Math," he replies sternly.

"Let's say that he has been average, but I am certain that Noah can do much better than average; and far better than this," she says, pulling out a sheet of paper that I recognize as my test from yesterday and that bears an awfully dazzling red D-. My heart beats faster all of a sudden. I wasn't sure about the result, but I wasn't expecting that either. I am so screwed! Camden pulls the paper toward him and starts skimming through my answers and the teacher's comments.

"I don't understand, Noah. You did dozens of similar exercises last weekend and you had completely worked this out..." Camden comments dubiously.

"I don't know what happened... I'm sorry..." I reply meekly.

"Ever since Noah started this accelerated program, I have made sure that he works seriously and believe me, I don't let him take many breaks, even over the weekends. Math is obviously not his forte, but this was easy enough and last weekend he managed mostly on his own, without having me spending that much time in explanations because he really got it quickly. This is barely no excuse, but I believe he just stressed over this test."

"This is certainly what happened," Mr. Lennander agrees.

"Is there any way he could take it again?" Camden asks politely. What?? When??? I'm not doing this over the weekend!

"I think so... What do you think Mrs. Logan?" the Director kindly asks.

"I also believe that Noah panicked and he could definitely retake the test. However, my schedule is fully busy until the end of the week and I am not sure about when I could watch over him for two hours," she replies, checking her diary.

"Mr. Mitchell is doing excellent in History so he could skip tomorrow's first two hours and take the test here in my office or in my secretary's," the Director proposes.

"Fine with me. Would you like to do this, Noah?" Mrs. Logan asks me.

"I would... Thank you, Madam..."

"Perfect, so this is all set. Mr. Mitchell, I expect at least a B on this one!" the Director cheers.

After a few more minutes of more comfortable conversation about my other marks, Camden and I exit the empty school and reach his car. Despite the lighter atmosphere at the end of the meeting, I still feel upset. I now remember how I kept changing ideas while I was working on that test, muddling up my brain and stressing over the fact that I wanted to please Camden with a good mark in my least favorite subject. In the end, I got a freaking D- and I made Camden waste his precious time and cancel some of his appointments. That really sucks and throughout the ride back home, I can only brood over my thoughts, expecting him to punish me for the bad result.

The closer we get home, the worst I feel. I remember what he said when we had that conversation about Liam getting a C and the way Master Joshua punished him. I have already earned to redo the test, though I don't mind that too much since it will make me skip two hours in History. However, what if I fail again? What if I get an F instead? Then, how is he going to punish me for that D-? Will I get corner time? I could deal with that or whatever else he decides, except if he calls Master Aaron to postpone my certification. That would be horrible!

By the time we walk inside the house, my head is hurting so badly that the only thing I can think of is a...

"Stop it! Now, Baby Boy!" Camden says as he pulls me against his chest, ignoring the little puppy who is whimpering and jumping to gain some attention. "Whatever you had in mind just a second ago, get it out!"

"I'm so sorry I made you waste your time, Daddy! I know I fucked up, and I'm truly sorry. You can punish me, but please... don't push my tests at the club again..." I beg.

"Noah, Noah, Noah... I never said I would do that!!!" he groans, pulling away from me and cupping my face; the sincerity in his gray eyes is obvious and it reassures me a bit. "However, let's make a few things clear. I decide on sanctions and I don't need your permission to punish you. I know you tried your best, and this is all that matters. I am not going to punish you tonight. And you'd better watch your language, understood?"

"Yes, Daddy..." I reply with a small smile.

"Now seriously Baby Boy, you need to relax over Math. I am pretty sure that you wanted to do too well and stressed over the exercises; and this is why you messed up. So please tell me, have I put too much pressure on you?"

"No, I don't think so. I put too much pressure on myself. I... I'm so scared to disappoint you after last weekend..." I reply honestly.

"I understand your point, Baby, but you need to relax and..."

"But I'm so scared you're going to get rid of me and..." I interrupt him

Before I can go on, Camden leans down and attaches his lips to mine, forcing his way inside my mouth; it feels like he is trying to prove me that he cares and doesn't have the intention to dump me any time soon. Somehow, he manages to tame my fears for a while and to subside the pain in my head. His hands travel down my side until they reach my bottom. His fingers knead my buttocks and a few seconds later, I find myself lifted up in his arms, my back pinned against the door of the closet. I wrap my legs around his waist and Camden presses himself against my groin, allowing me to feel his huge erection while his hands continue to massage my backside. My asshole twitches at the thought of feeling him inside of me soon, but his lips eventually shift to my jaw and my neck.

"As much as I'd love to fuck you right now, we need to start working for that test for tomorrow...," he whispers in my ear, making me groan in frustration. "I want to make sure that you still remember that chapter and if you do, I might turn tonight's training into a very relaxing and pleasurable session..." he lingers, gaining my moans this time. Well that's until he puts me back on the floor and raises my chin. "However, I'll make one last thing clear, Baby. I'm not going to get rid of you. You will do more mistakes in the future, and you'll simply get more punishments. This is how the lifestyle works, you are learning; but I certainly won't end things between us, so stop worrying about that, is that clear?"

"Yes, Daddy! Thank you!"

And relaxing and pleasurable it is, indeed!

After two hours working for school, we had dinner and Camden took care of Jess while I was prepping. I am now waiting for him, kneeling at display, naked and already hard, in the corridor in front of his bedroom. I hear him climb upstairs, telling Jess to stay in the living room, then he seems to stop by the second guest room, probably to check on how the works are progressing. A team is taking care of the soundproofing and everything should be ready by the end of the week, which means that we will soon be able to enjoy a playroom at home.

He really takes all his time but I don't move an inch and when he finally walks out, he orders me to go kneel in his room. He tells me to empty my mind of all thoughts for a long moment, then tries to trick me with questions or gestures, but I only move when he asks me to change of position and speak only when he addresses me directly. At some point, he comes to crouch on my right side, and ties up my wrist to my ankle, before he proceeds similarly with my left side, forcing me to bend a little over so that my forearms are almost aligned with my shins.

"Now I need you to let me take control of your body, Baby Boy," he orders. I relax all my muscles as he swings me forward, making sure that my face is properly resting on the floor, my butt propped up and easily accessible. The position is not the most comfortable as most of my weight is resting on my knees, but I don't think it was meant to be. "Don't move, Baby Boy!" As if I could!! He comes back a few seconds later and I feel cold lashes with hard endings run all over my back. Oh yeah! The cat o' nine! "You'll only get ten light strokes, to familiarize you with this type of flogger."

And gosh, the sensations are divine! I can tell that Camden restrains a lot of his strength, but I can still feel the sting of each knot as they hit the skin of my backside. Since this is only a training, Camden takes the time to rub it off after each blow with his hands massaging my buttocks. After five of them, he pauses for a long time to prepare my hole with various plugs, leaving the biggest one inside my ass while he continues the flogging. Even if he doesn't use his full force, it still relieves the remnants of pain in my head.

"You're doing really good, Baby Boy! I'm proud of you!" he praises me as he rubs a fresh lotion into my skin once the flogging is over.

"Thank you, Daddy! I loved it!"

"I bet you did!" he chuckles. He stands back up and I hear him take off his clothes. "Now I'm going to fuck you deep!" he then adds, retrieving the plug from my butt before he pours more lube at the crack of my ass.

My cock is already dripping on the floor and when he positions himself above me, one leg on my left side and the other one between mine, probably slightly crouched, aligning the head of his shaft with my entrance, I could already come. Thank God, this position allows him to penetrate me at a weird angle and he can't really stimulate my prostate. However, that makes him go much deeper and it feels so good! After a few minutes, he shifts to straddle my hips and this time, his cock does rub my sweet spot. I quickly become a moaning mess, begging for my release.

"Come with me, Baby Boy!" he eventually grunts as he buries himself deep inside my ass. My orgasm comes in several waves while he unloads his seeds in my hot cavern, my own semen spurting out and partly hitting my face. Oh fuck!! That was amazing! Camden quickly pulls out and I feel his stare on me while his juices start oozing out of my hole. "Beautiful," he whispers before his thumb begins to rub the substance all over my pucker, pushing it back inside. That guy is so dirty-kinky! But I just love it!

The session ends with me lying on my stomach on the bed – after he has removed my restraints and licked my face clean – and a very relaxing and skilled massage. That's the perks of having an osteopath Daddy! After a warm shower, Camden calls Jess upstairs; the puppy happily rushes to the large bedroom and immediately goes to lie down in his own bed while we also get ready to sleep.

I am feeling completely relaxed after this nice session and reassured by our conversation earlier. I know that he won't dump me, even if I make other mistakes; I will just have to bear with the punishments he decides upon. Snuggled against his body, I relish into the scent of his shower gel on his bare chest, feeling safe in his arms. I can feel the beating of his heart on my face, which soothes all my anxieties. There is still one subject that I need to broach with him because I need to provide an answer to my friend tomorrow at school.

"Daddy...?" I whisper shyly in the dark.

"It'll depend on your results at the Math test tomorrow and on how you behave at the club on Friday evening," he replies before I have even asked the question, making me smile. So he is really going to let me hang out with Sean on Saturday!

"That's a yes, then? You know that I'm going to rock my ass at both tests!" I comment in a very smug tone.

"I am going rock your ass if you don't watch your language, Baby Boy!" he warns me.

"Huh, my language's not that bad! Why would you be allowed to talk badly and not I?" I ask boldly. Camden chuckles before his hands move to grab my hips to pull me over his body.

"Because I'm the Daddy, aren't I?" he playfully says, while his hands carefully rest on my still warm bottom. "Daddies can talk like Daddies but Baby Boys cannot talk like Daddies. You'll soon find out that all the Subs get used to avoid bad words," he chuckles. "And by the way, be cautious, Baby. Self-doubt is not good because it'll stress you and make you fail, but over-confidence is not good either. Just go with your knowledge and your practice; and try your best. At the end of the day, that's all I'm asking," he finally says, rolling me back to his side.

"Thank you, Daddy. That's still some kind of yes..." I whisper cheekily.

"Shut up and sleep."

Well, now I know what I have to do if I want to go to this exhibition on Saturday afternoon! I will try my best in Math tomorrow and on Friday evening, I will be a perfect Submissive!

Published on 24 June 2017

Damn! That chapter needed much more editing than I thought...

Right after this last sentence, there were three little stars and another big part that takes place on the Friday evening and that I haven't edited yet. That chapter was already more than 7000 words long in the first draft, but I have added so many things already in this first part (the conversation excerpt with Shannon, and this training which was briefly summarized in one paragraph that turned into a detailed session) that it would reach like 12 or 13K. In the end, I decided to split it into two chapters, also because it made sense to stop it there.

As a result, Twisted Moon will now have 82 chapters + the two-part epilogue; Noah's certification will be in the next one. Sorry about that since you were waiting for that moment, but the good thing is that I will be able to develop it a bit for the next update. And obviously, it will make two chapters in Noah's POV in a row again.

The picture in the header is obviously not mine, I just found that drawing of Devran Taskesen on Google and I thought it could well be one like Noah would do ;)

Have a great weekend and see you on Tuesday for the next update!