The fact that she was half naked, her rucked up schoolgirl skirt baring her from the waist down while he remained fully dressed was patently erotic. But the way he’d removed her panties, with the tread of his shoe she couldn’t get that out of her head. She didn’t think she could take anymore and begged him for release.
“Please, Professor… sir, I need to come so bad!”
“Shh, we’ve barely begun. Along with a punishment, we’re going to have a lesson in patience.”
His fingers continued to explore while watching her face intently. His fingers glided over her clit, flicked it, and abrading it lightly by scraping his nail across the sensitive surface. Her nerve endings tingled and her pussy contracted with an urgent need for release. Attuned to her reactions, he knew she was close and moved away, sliding lower, finding and invading her wetness with a series of slowly tormenting glides. Her muscles clamped around him, straining for more—harder, faster, deeper, anything but the slowness of this torture.
Shamelessly, she moved her hips, trying to set a faster pace, but a humming noise came from him. Whether from disapproval or something else, she wasn’t sure, but he’d stopped the motion, although his fingers remained embedded inside.
“You’re a hot little piece, aren’t you, my dear?”
Without waiting for a response, he rotated his hand until the tips of two fingers pressed against the front wall of her pussy and he began to rub. Her mouth opened wider as she struggled to bring more air in her constricted lungs.
“I don’t think you answered my question, girl. Are you a hot little piece of ass?”
“Yes, Professor. I’m hot for you right now and begging you to fuck me.”
“Vulgarity from a girl your age is unbecoming, we’ll address that as well. But tell me, Miss Langston. Do you take a punishment so lightly that you hazard more?”
“No, sir, but I always get this way around you. I lose control because I want you so badly.”
His fingers moved back to her clit and he teased it, circling around it, painting it with more of her wetness. A groan of pleasure came freely from her lips as she pushed her hips forward, seeking more.
He removed his fingers to deliver a firm slap to her plump lower lips. “Be still,” he ordered.
Her eyes flew wide, lips parting to drag air into her constricted chest. Shocked and aroused, her body trembled as a rush of liquid inundated her pussy. The next instant, Lanie felt a rivulet of fluid overflow and begin to run down the inside of her thigh. For some reason, she was mortified. Ethan’s fingers were right there; he had to have felt her uncontrollable response. A blaze of heat rushed from her chest, up her neck and across her face as she gaped at him. His lips curved into a smile, the first since she’d entered his classroom. Yeah, he knew, he’d have to be oblivious to have missed it, and Ethan was never that.
“It seems you like a swat on more than your ass, naughty girl.” He smacked her pussy again—harder. “It makes this already soaked pussy spill over with honey.” She swayed, leaning toward him with undeniable need. Ethan’s free hand came to her lower back, supporting her, but also pushing her hips forward to give him an easy target as he slapped her lips a third time and a fourth until she cried out in pleasure. “I’ll file that tidbit of information away for later.” He pressed a kiss against her temple, before he took a step back and released her. “Bend over the desk.”
On shaky legs, she stepped forward grateful for the support of the sturdy surface and the coolness of the wood against her heated skin. Positioning her head so she could see him, her eyes followed as he moved behind the desk. Intensely aware of his every movement, Lanie gasped as her focus centered on his mouth as he sucked her juices from his sodden fingers. She moaned uncontrollably wishing he was drinking directly from the source. He glanced up at the soft sound, slowly sliding his fingers out of his mouth. But he wasn’t finished. Once free, he spread his two fingers and lapped up what was left with a long glide of his tongue, from tip to tip and along the dip between.
“You’re killing me, Ethan.”
“Shh, no talking during lessons. And it’s Professor Fischer or sir to you, Miss Langston. You won’t die from delayed gratification, no one ever has to my knowledge.”
“I just might be the first, sir.”
He didn’t veer from his course as he opened a drawer and removed a wooden ruler. He also pulled out an old school style cane and laid both implements on the desk.
Afraid she’d come from anticipation alone, Lanie closed her eyes. The coolness of the desk seeped through her blouse and her nipples tightened further, which she wouldn’t have thought possible. Focusing on moving much needed air in and out of her lungs, she tried to distract her mind. It was flooded with images of the classroom, her bare ass pointing toward the empty students’ desks and she wondered what it would be like to be punished in front of a full class. Humiliating she was sure, but the thought aroused her more.
She heard Ethan move behind her. “Spread your legs.” She did, but he wasn’t satisfied and nudged the inside of her foot with his own until he was. The cool air brushed against the moisture gathered there making her aware that her entire cleft, from clit and ass, was parted and on full display. His hand stroked up her thighs, collecting more of her wetness.
“Nice and wet. I hope you feel the same way after your punishment.”
“Are you really going to use both the ruler and the cane on me, sir?”
“I plan on giving your disobedient behind a thorough warm-up with my hand, then I’ll swat your sit spots and thighs with the ruler for as long as it takes to make my point, before I finish up with five from the cane.”
“I think you’ve made your point already, sir.”
“That’s for me to decide, not you. Isn’t it, Lanie?”
His finger penetrated her and she nearly came on the spot. Barely holding it together, she somehow managed to speak. “Yes, sir. Are we still going on our trip?”
“Of course, why wouldn’t we?”
“Well,” she croaked, swallowing convulsively and steeled herself against the slow glide of his finger. How he expected her to talk through this, she couldn’t understand. “It sounds like a pretty harsh spanking. How will I sit down in the car?”
“You, my dear wife, will place that pert little ass right on the leather—tanned hide to tanned hide—and you will do so as part of your punishment. Hopefully, every time your fine ass gets behind the wheel in the future, this lesson will serve as a reminder not to text and drive. Got it?”
A tremor rocked through her as he slipped character for a moment, sounding unmistakably stern. If she had questioned the realness of the upcoming spanking, she didn’t any longer. She nodded and softly gave her response. “I got it, sir.”
“Good.” He paused as he leaned over her back. His big body caging hers as it held her immobilized against the unforgiving wood. The warmth of his long frame against her, the scrape of his jeans against her bare ass and thighs, and the brush of his breath in her ear made her heart pound
“Now then, Miss Langston,” he said low in her ear as his fingers twisted in her hair. “I am gravely disappointed in you—my best pupil.”
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw his long fingers wrap around the ruler. The innocent looking strip of wood, so commonplace in a schoolroom, seemed anything but innocent in his hand. It scraped across the desktop and moved out of sight as he stood and eased away from her.
Severing all contact except for the unrelenting hand in her hair, his fingers flexed, giving a firm tug as he pulled her head backward. The act, so simple in its dominance, made her body vibrate with need. It got her primed every time and he knew that. In a moment of self-disclosure, she had given him that and ever since gaining that knowledge, he’d exploited it shamelessly.
Ethan had always enjoyed playing with her long hair during sex, loving the silky feel of it in his hands and on his body. He’d told her so often. His fingers would toy with a curl, softly stroke and caress i
t where it fell down her back or spilled over her shoulders. Often, during everyday moments, while in the car, or when cuddling on the couch watching TV, he would tug on a springy coil, or comb through it with his fingers. At times, it would end there as a gentle caress. Other times, out of the blue, his fingers would thread through the thick mass and with a twist, he’d pull her head back for a kiss or to whisper provocative words in her ear with his richly resonant voice. Then, as now, her mouth would go dry at the effortless control he wielded over her willing body.
“What do you have to say for yourself?” He asked as his hand came down with a resounding slap that rolled like an echo in the cavernous room.
“I’m sorry, sir.”
“You’re sorry to have been caught.” He punctuated his words with smarting swats on both cheeks. “Are you regretting all those late assignments or flirting with every one of my male students, shamelessly distracting them from their work?” The slaps came down more forcefully and with a burst of speed. Her skin barely absorbed the impact of one before he landed another. She lost count as the fire he stoked on her behind kept pace with the blaze burning deep in her pussy.
Hanging on the cusp between pleasure and pain, she parted her legs farther and arched her back. Like a cat in heat she mewled and groaned, wordlessly asking for more. Then he stopped, but only for a second, before a new sensation penetrated her adrenaline intoxicated brain as a swathe of fire bit into her upper thigh. He plied this new weapon steadily back and forth, not letting up when she whimpered, not pausing when she whined.
“I should tell your father about this behavior, naughty girl.”
The relentless slap of the ruler rang out through the room with her plea. “No, sir,” she cried, barely able to string her words together. “He’ll be angry.”
“Hmm, more so than I, certainly. At least I’m not paying tuition in exchange for idle and wanton behavior.”
In his determined hand, the thin strip of unfinished wood continued its barrage against her poor thighs. She would be seven shades of crimson by now, she was sure. How many times had the ruler fallen anyway? Twenty… Thirty… Fifty, maybe? After a flurry of swats along her inner thighs, she swore it was double and he didn’t seem to be slowing down.
“If you were my daughter, you wouldn’t sit for a month. And if I was your father, I’d expect to be informed about all of this by your teacher.”
“Sir, I’m begging. I’ll do anything.”
That brought him up short and he paused briefly. “Anything?”
The ruler changed angles and moved inward. Lanie felt the flat of it rub along her slit. Brazenly, she responded by tilting her pelvis, the action needing no words to express her desire for more.
“Be specific, Miss Langston.” As he continued, the rubbing changed to a light tapping directly on her clit. “Ambiguity has no place in my class. Define ‘anything.’”
“I’ll suck you off, sir, and let you fuck me.”
The ruler returned to her thighs with a flurry of fire.
“There’s that mouth again. What did I say about profanity? And, if I wanted oral sex or intercourse from you, how would you stop me from taking it? You’re here alone, after hours, with no one around. Did you notice that this is the music room? It’s sound proof, so no one would hear you scream if I decided to take what your using as a bargaining chip. So, as the kids are saying these days, ‘what else ya got?’”
“Daddy has money.”
“Don’t insult me.” Dissatisfied with this latest ploy, the ruler steadily persisted.
“I don’t know what you want, sir. I was wrong and am terribly sorry. The only other thing I have to offer is my promise to be good and to never behave so recklessly again. I swear.”
Other than the sound of her ragged breathing, silence encompassed the room as he stopped. She hissed as his fingers moved over her hot flesh, soothing the burn left behind by both his hard hand and the rigid ruler. In a deliberate manner, following a horizontal path, he gradually moved from her outer thigh, up and over the hills of her bottom and then down the sensitive interior. He repeated the pattern on the other side.
“There she is, my star pupil. In my class, sexual favors and Daddy’s money don’t garner my respect, but sincere acknowledgment of wrongdoing, a degree of introspection, and a solemn promise to refrain from repeating mistakes goes far. We will have to wait and see if you can follow words with action.” He patted her tingling bottom as the cane slid from its resting place on the desk. She tensed, it wouldn’t be pleasant on an already well-punished behind.
Ethan noticed. “Now, now,” he assured, well aware of her dislike of the implement. “We’re in the home stretch here. Five more strokes. Not so much to bear for a brave girl like yourself. You’ve done well, Miss Langston. Other girls in your position would be sobbing and screaming down the walls.”
“You do this with your other students?”
“Usually a stern talking to will suffice. However, with a headstrong young miss, I have found more extreme measures are necessary to bring about the needed change.” A whoosh sounded followed by a stripe of fire blossoming over both her cheeks. Unable to help it, her hands flew back to soothe the burn. “Hands flat on the desk, young lady.”
She tried, but she couldn’t move them and tears filled her eyes.
“Now, or that one won’t count in your tally.”
Lanie slowly removed her hands from her blazing behind and brought them up by her head. Her body trembled in expectation of another stroke. Ethan set the cane on the desktop and leaned over her. His chest pressed her down until every inch of her upper body lay flush against the cool surface and his hands stroked over her shoulders. Slowly they ran over her arms moving them above her head until they were outstretched and her fingers could curl around the far end of the desk.
“Hold on here, my good girl,” he whispered in her ear. “Four more, unless there is something specific you’d like to say.”
Her safe word—he was reminding her it was there if she needed it. Did she? This scene was very intense and it blurred the lines between reality and fantasy for her. Ethan was punishing her for a real misdeed, but in the guise of a role-play with imaginary characters. He was once again, he allowed her to revel in her need for stern discipline, but the carefully constructed scene gave her a guilt free path toward absolution. Melanie Fischer, tough as nails defense attorney and feminist couldn’t possibly want her husband to take her in hand and spank her. But Miss Langston, the naughty schoolgirl needed it, and could shoulder any shame that Lanie couldn’t bear. It was a paradox, to need something so desperately, but resist that need just as fiercely. Ethan had found the perfect way to give her precisely what she craved.
“I’ll take my punishment, sir,” was her sniffling reply. “I want to show you I can be your good girl.”
“That’s my brave girl.” He kissed her ear, murmuring softly, “Hold on tight to the desk and don’t move. I wouldn’t want any injured fingers.”
“Yes, sir.”
He stood and again took up the cane. Whoosh and fire. It was repeated every few minutes until he had applied five scorching lines from the crest of her full cheeks to an inch above where her ass met her thigh. She was sobbing by the time it was over. To top it all off, she thanked him. Ordinarily, giving thanks for a sound spanking seemed ludicrous. For Lanie it made sense as a feeling of calm washed over her.
He didn’t ask why on earth she thanked him for setting her ass ablaze. He knew. It wasn’t the pain or the pleasure, or even the game she was grateful for, but the release of emotions that, without her conscious knowledge, had been building to a breaking point inside her.
“Anything for you, baby.” Ethan murmured. He had known, recognizing the signs better than she did herself. He’d planned this scene all along, and the weekend to follow was to be an outlet for her stress. The texting incident was merely coincidental.
Behind her, she heard a clatter—the cane hitting the floor, she assumed—because t
he next instant Ethan was kneeling behind her and both of his big hands were filled with her fiery cheeks as he soothed her, rubbing gently. His breath brushed over her inflamed skin as his mouth lessened the burn with soft, tender kisses, his tongue lovingly laving away the sting. As this went on for several minutes, her tearful emotional cries became moans of pure pleasure. His care for her in the aftermath was demonstratively thorough as he traced every square inch and trailed along every stripe.
Lanie had calmed considerably, her sniffles interspersed with sighs when she felt his fingers spread her cleft and his tongue delve between her lips. He licked her slowly, his tongue circling around her clit, dipping and swirling inside her, continuing upward along the cleft between her cheeks. The flat of his tongue found the small, much tighter hole and the tip probed gently. A quiver set off in her stomach at the intimate touch, and she stiffened with uncertainty. He’d never taken her ass before. A finger dipped inside a few times in the past, but when she’d tensed, he’d moved on. It seemed wickedly naughty, but she’d always wondered.
He lifted his head, although his fingers remained, keeping her spread and open. She closed her eyes and imagined him gazing at her most private place, taking it all in. His tongue returned, gliding and teasing, and she felt his whisper warm against her pussy. “So beautiful, baby.”
“Ethan, please,” she begged, “you’re driving me insane.”
“Shh, I want to taste and savor this sweet ass and pussy for a few more minutes before I let you come.” He punctuated his words with a lick or a suckle, which felt so divine, it was almost too much to bear. “Don’t worry. I’m not going to leave you hanging.”
“Can’t I come while you savor, sir?”
“Hmm,” his hum of consideration buzzed right against her clit. Permission or not, if he did that again she was a goner. “A reward for a bad girl? Do you think you deserve one?”
“After the cane, I think I’ve paid my debt, sir. That thing is wicked nasty and I’d be happy to never see it again.”
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