by Lucy Wild
He pointed at my hips and I looked down, realising how high my skirt had ridden. He’d seen my panties. I blushed furiously.”
“You are one of a number of candidates I am considering for this post but already you are falling behind. I want you wearing nothing but white. I am going to leave this office for exactly one minute. When I return, you will be wearing all white or you will be going home.”
He stood up before I had a chance to answer. I heard the door opening and closing behind me and then I began to think frantically. It seemed like he was hinting I should take my panties off. Was that what he meant? He couldn’t have meant that. But what else could I do? I could go home, I could give up on the chance of working with the man I’d fantasised about for an entire year. But then I wondered if it was lust that was colouring my perspective. Was it just that I wanted to think he wanted my panties off? Time was running out. I had to decide.
“Fuck it,” I said, reaching up under my skirt and sliding the thong down my legs. I stepped out of it and crammed it into my handbag just as the door opened again. Mr Black walked back around the desk and sat down. “Are you wearing all white?” he asked.
I nodded.
“Prove it.”
“Excuse me?”
“Stand up and lift your skirt.” The power in his voice was unmistakeable and it sent a chill down my spine. I couldn’t resist that order despite my terror at what he was asking me to do. I stood up on legs that felt like jelly, reaching down for the hem of my skirt, sliding it up my thighs, taking a deep quivering breath as I stopped, the fabric hovering by my hips.
“Higher,” he snapped.
I pulled the skirt further up, looking across at him as his eyes slid down my body. He smiled the smallest of smiles as he stared between my legs for a second. “Good,” he said. “Now sit down.”
I sat, brushing my skirt back into place, wondering if this was all a dream. Had he really just made me flash him? Had I done it? It already seemed like it hadn’t happened, he was launching into a speech about the importance of the work being done at Black and White, how he needed someone he could rely on, how the job was too much for one man. After a few minutes I was able to convince myself it hadn’t happened, I had just imagined it. My feverish mind had gone into a daydream. Then he told me to stand up again.
“Excuse me,” I said. “I’m not sure I understand.”
“It’s perfectly simple. I gave you an instruction. You disobeyed it. You are going to be punished. Stand up and bend over the desk.”
“I’m not sure that’s entirely proper, Mr Black.”
He sighed as he leaned back in his chair. “It’s up to you. Bend over my desk or go home. I have ten other girls to interview today, all of them eager for a chance to work as my P.A. I will give you precisely five seconds to decide how badly you want this job.”
I stood up again, looking across at the door. I hadn’t dreamed it. He had made me flash him. He’d told me to remove anything that wasn’t white. I’d taken off my panties. They were in my handbag. I wasn’t imagining any of it. And now I had to choose between bending over and flashing him my ass or walking away from the job of my dreams.
Chapter Four
I chose to walk away but he stopped me by the door, grabbing my wrist and shaking his head. “You’re not going anywhere until the interview is over,” he said, his face an inch from mine. “Is that understood?”
I nodded slowly. “We shouldn’t be doing this.”
“We’re not doing anything but conducting an interview,” he replied. “Now bend over that desk before I bend you over it.”
I looked into his eyes and any thought of protesting melted away. I turned from him and walked slowly over to his desk. It was as if he’d given me permission to do it. I’d not wanted to leave, not really. I just knew this wasn’t something that you were supposed to want. You weren’t supposed to flash your ass in an office where anyone might walk in and see you.
I leaned down, my elbows on the desk, feeling his eyes on my ass as my skirt rode up. “Bend further,” he said, his voice a growl. I did as he commanded, feeling his presence behind me.
“You will always wear what I tell you to wear,” he said and a second later his hand slapped down onto my ass. “Is that understood?”
“Yes,” I replied, my voice weak. The heat from the blow penetrated deep into me, my breath was ragged, turning into a gasp as he spanked me again.
“Yes, Sir,” he said. “You will call me Sir from now on.”
“Yes, Sir,” I replied.
“That’s better. You will wear blouses that fit in future.” Another spank, this time his hand landing on my right buttock.
“Yes, Sir.”
“You will wear skirts that are provided for you by me.”
“Yes, Sir.”
He spanked me again, leaving me weak at the knees as he stepped back. “Stand up,” he said. “Now sit and we will continue the interview.”
I looked down as he walked around his desk, there was a distinct bulge in the front of his trousers. The sight of it made my insides tingle. I was distracted from the sight when I sat down, my ass stinging and making me wince. He’d spanked me. Mr Black had done the one thing I’d dreamed about but he showed no sign of going any further.
He asked me questions about my work experience and for fifteen minutes things seemed much like any other interview but then everything changed.
“The person who works for me must be willing to do whatever I demand without question. How far would you be willing to go to please me?”
“I would do anything,” I replied.
“In ten minutes I have a group of people coming in. I want you to stand in front of that window, facing the office. You are not to move, smile or speak.”
“That doesn’t sound too bad.”
“You are also not to be wearing anything.”
“What? What are you talking about? Why?”
He smiled. “It’s a test. How loyal are you? How much do you want this job?”
“Please, don’t make me do that.”
“I’m not making you do anything. I’m simply laying down the conditions of your contract with me. I’m going to meet them in reception now. I will see you very soon.” He stood up and left, leaving me alone in my seat with my heart pounding in my chest and my throat dry. All my life, I’d fantasised about something like this but fantasies were one thing. To actually do it? Was I brave enough to stand naked where complete strangers could see me? The thought was both petrifying and exhilarating in equal measure.
I watched him cross the floor towards the lifts and by the time he was gone I made up my mind. I stood up and unbuttoned my blouse, taking several attempts as my fingers were shaking so much. I wasn’t sure if it was from fear or excitement. Once the blouse was off, I draped it over the back of the chair before unhooking my bra. I took a deep breath as I slipped it off, shuddering as I muttered, “I can’t believe I’m doing this.”
Slipping the skirt down my legs, I looked at myself. The only thing I was wearing was a pair of white shoes which were off a second later. I was completely naked, my nipples as stiff as bullets, my ass still tingling from where he’d spanked me, wetness forming between my legs as I thought about what was about to happen.
Crossing to the window I stood in front of it, my hands behind my back, my chest pushed forwards. I tried to control my breathing, not wanting to pass out as the air seemed to grow very thin around me. The few minutes it took for Mr Black to return seemed to last for hours. He emerged into the office, looking across at me just once before turning away. Behind him were a group of men and women in suits. They stood facing him, none of them having noticed me, their attention entirely on him. But It would only take a glance behind them, or if he was to point me out…
I stood staring into the middle distance, aching to cover myself up but refusing to do it. I was going to get the job. There was nothing to stop me now. I’d gone too far to give up. Whatever he asked of me,
it couldn’t be worse than standing naked in an office where anyone could stare at my body. Or at least, I didn’t think he could ask me to do anything worse than this. It turned out I was very, very wrong.
Chapter Five
The meeting lasted about twenty minutes. At no point did the group notice me. When they stood up, I felt certain they’d see me but none of them looked my way. Instead they filtered towards the lifts as Mr Black marched over to the office. He pushed open the door and looked at me in silence for a very long time before speaking. “You did well,” he said. “Now sit down and we’ll continue.”
I reached for my skirt but he slapped my hand away. “I did not tell you to dress.”
It was the most erotically surreal experience of my life. I sat naked in the chair, my legs crossed, as he continued the interview like nothing unusual was happening. He went through my CV, talked me through the holiday booking system, the pension scheme, then the training opportunities I could take advantage of. The entire time I sat with my pussy throbbing, my nipples aching to be touched, to be tugged, to be squeezed. I was so on edge, I realised I was clenching my jaw and had to focus on loosening it.
“Well,” he said at last, standing up and reaching his hand out towards me. “You’ve done very well. Get dressed and I’ll be in touch.”
“That’s it?” I asked, picking up my skirt.
“That’s it,” he replied.
“Oh,” I said before lapsing into silence.
“There is one more thing,” he said, standing up and moving around the desk, stopping in front of me. “One final test.”
“There is?” I whispered, feeling his hot breath on my lips.
“How much of me can you fit in your mouth?”
Before I could answer he had hold of my hands. I looked down, frowning as I saw what he was holding. He had a length of rope and he was brandishing it towards me. He shoved my hands behind my back, wrapping the rope around them before tying it into a knot. “On your knees,” he said, shoving my shoulders downwards.
I sank to the floor, almost losing my balance as he reached for his zip, slowly undoing it as I stared hungrily at him. The position of my arms meant my chest was thrust forwards and he stared at my tits as he reached into his trousers, pulling out a cock so hard and large I gasped in disbelief.
He left it swaying in the air as he reached out and tugged at my nipples, making me wince at the mixture of pleasure and pain from his rough touch. I could feel the heat of his cock so close to me it was torture but he didn’t leave me waiting for long. “Open your mouth,” he said, grabbing the top of my head.
I did as he asked, my tongue outstretched as he slid the head of his cock over my cheeks, moving it towards my mouth. With a single motion, he plunged inside and I was in heaven, my jaws locked around his shaft, choking on his length as he kept hold of my head, not letting me move away.
He began to thrust a moment later, using my mouth whilst I stared up into his eyes, urging him on. He tasted incredible, the throbbing heat of him making my insides tingle, making me desperate for him. I didn’t care who saw us, I didn’t care who might come in, I just cared about him getting inside me before I exploded with desire.
When he slid out of my mouth, I gasped for air, still recovering as he grabbed me and bent me roughly over the desk. A second later, he was sliding his cock between my legs, finding my clit and easing the deep need within me, circling it, making me cry out. “Fuck me,” I muttered, pushing my hips back towards him. “Please, get inside me.”
He shifted his position, hovering at the soaking wet entrance to my pussy for the briefest of seconds before thrusting forwards in a single slow movement. The sheer size of him filling me made me cry out. It was a pain that faded quickly, replaced by a deep sense of fullness but I barely had time to register it before he slid out again, teasing me, his hands gripping my ass, his finger sliding towards my hole.
As he thrust into me a second time, his finger nudged into my ass, using my own wetness to lubricate his way deeper.
I’d never felt so full in my life and I moaned into the desk, my nipples rubbing back and forth on the wood as he rocked deeper into me, groaning as he did so. “You’re so tight,” he said. “I always knew you would be.” He began to thrust faster, the shaft of his cock rubbing inside my pussy, making my muscles contract around him as I gripped him in place, my ass tingling from the rocking motion of his finger. “I wanted you from the moment I saw you. Do you have any idea how fucking sexy you look with my cock buried in you?”
I muttered something in response, no longer able to speak as I felt an orgasm approaching. My clit was rubbing right on the edge of the desk and as he rammed faster into me, the motion tipped me over the edge. A climax like I’d never known tore through me, making my legs shake, my mouth falling open, my body shaking uncontrollably as it washed over me in waves. It had barely faded when a second hit, brought on by the continuing motion of him deep inside me. “I want you to come in me,” I managed to say between rasping breaths. “I want to know what it feels like.”
“No one’s ever come in you?” he asked, chuckling slightly. “I might have guessed. An innocent virgin and yet willing to be fucked in my office. I think you’ll make a great P.A. Here it comes, you little slut.”
He slammed into me, drawing back before burying himself deep inside me. I felt his cock twitch and then I grinned at the delicious sensation of him spurting hot wetness deep inside me. I had made him come. My body had done it, I was desirable enough to make him spurt deep into me.
He thrust again and more filled me, leaving me shaking with the aftermath of yet another orgasm that hit me a second later. Only when it slowly faded did I realise he had slid out of me. He was untying the rope around my wrists, leaving me to stand up. I leaned back against the desk, not trusting my legs to bear my weight.
“Did I get the job?” I asked, feeling his cum dripping back out of me, coating my thighs.
“I’ll let you know,” he replied, tucking his cock back into his trousers. “Now you better get dressed. The next interviewee is due in five minutes.”
All affection and warmth had already left his face as he sat back down. He watched me dress in silence and as I went to pull my panties from my handbag he shook his head. “Only white in future,” he said. “You leave them here with me.”
He held out a hand and I passed him the panties, watching him slide them into his desk drawer. “I’ll be in touch,” he said, nodding a goodbye.
“I hope so,” I replied, opening the office door and walking slowly across to the lift. By the time it arrived, my phone had beeped. There was a message from Mr Black.
I read it on the way down to the ground floor.
Next time, I expect you to behave better. I will visit your house after dark. Be ready.
A smile formed on my lips. There was going to be a next time. I walked home with his cum coating my thighs, feeling like a complete slut and yet feeling happier than I had ever felt before. My dream had come true. Now I could only wait to see what happened next.
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sample the first few chapters of Study Hard.
STUDY HARD
He spanked me. I deserved it.
It was just a crush. I had a crush on my professor. That was all.
I knew he wouldn't want me. Why would he?
He's mature, grown up, intelligent, far too professional a tutor to ever date a student.
I still wanted him though and I thought I knew how to get him.
But it turns out I don't know anything. I've got a lot to learn.
That's why I'm on my knees waiting for Mr Shepherd to teach me.
(All characters over the age of 18 - For mature adults only)
Chapter One
I waited nervously on the front row. The lecture hall was empty apart from me. I'd been out of the house before my housemate was even awake, cringing as I walked across the campus, certain someone would spot me, would yell "slut," and send me scurrying back home.
But there was no one about yet. One of the porters was unlocking the door to the Monroe building, home of English, Spanish, and Philosophy. It was also home to Mr Shepherd's office, the sacred space that had filled my dreams more times than I could count.
Today was the day I was going to do it. I'd spent weeks psyching myself up, egged on by Jennifer who seemed more obsessed about me doing it than I was.
"I'm so proud of you," Jenny had grinned when I finally agreed. "You only live once, right?"
You only live once. A mantra that was crumbling around me as I walked. Was this a good idea? That one life that Jenny talked about would forever be impacted by this. What if word got out? I'd forever be known as that girl who flashed her tutor, then got laughed out of university.
Be bold, I said to myself. You don't have to do anything. No one knows you're not wearing any knickers.
I was in my third year of an English degree. If I didn't do something now, it would be too late. I'd graduate and never see Mr Shepherd again, I couldn't begin to contemplate such a fate.