Study Hard: A Steamy Romance (Wild Quickie Book 1)

by Lucy Wild

  I walked in and it was like having deja vu. She was sitting on the front row in the same skirt she’d worn all those weeks earlier. I was halfway through summing up how they’d all done and wishing them luck for the future. I happened to glance down as a movement caught my eye.

  I realised what it was a second later. It was Donna. She was slowly moving her knees back and forth. With each motion, she spread her legs a little wider until her skirt stretched and the light from outside caught on her thighs. I lost my thread mid sentence. She wasn’t wearing any underwear.

  I had to sink straight into the chair behind the desk. I couldn’t stand up any longer, my erection already straining at my trousers. Somehow I found the thread again but every few minutes she would flash me again, grinning to herself as she caught my eyes running down between her legs.

  With five minutes to go, her fingers slid up her thighs and she began stroking her pussy. I dismissed them all early, I couldn’t handle it any longer. I had to have her. “Stay back a minute, Donna,” I said as she began to stand up.

  Once they’d all made their interminably long goodbyes, we were left alone, Donna still sat in her place, her hand still between her legs. “You wanted to speak to me?” she said, slouching down in her seat, her legs wider apart.

  “Carry on,” I replied, sitting on the front of my desk, watching her closely.

  She continued circling her pussy with her hand, her eyes closing as she leaned back. I could see how wet she was already, the movement of her hand making me harder than ever.

  “I thought you were a shy little girl,” I said, rubbing the front of my trousers slowly.

  “I was,” she replied, dipping a finger into herself. “But I’ve been waiting patiently for ever such a long time.”

  “And I guess you couldn’t wait any longer.”

  “Right,” she said, her voice fading into a quiet moan.

  “Stop,” I said loudly.

  She did as I asked at once. “Have I done something wrong, Sir?”

  “You have.” I beckoned her over with one finger. She got up, walking nervously to the end of the row and then down to me. “Bend over the desk.”

  “Yes, Sir,” she replied, leaning forwards, her skirt riding up the back of her thighs.

  I lifted it higher, exposing her pert little bottom. “Good girls don’t tease,” I said, lifting my hand and bringing it smacking down on her ass as she gasped loudly. Lifting my hand away, I saw a bright red mark from where my palm had struck. “You have such a spankable ass.”

  “Thank you, Sir,” she replied, wriggling it slightly as I smacked her again. This time I let my fingers linger, tracing a line down towards her thighs.

  I spanked her a dozen times in total, watching her ass get redder with each blow. By the time I finished, she was weak at the knees, slumping down, breathing heavily. I let her recover but only for a moment. “I think you need one last tutorial,” I whispered in her ear. “My office. Five minutes.”

  I walked away, leaving her behind me. I was out in the corridor and almost running but I got stopped by Mr Reyholm. “How’s Daisy doing?” he asked, brushing the last of his hair from his forehead.

  “Fine, fine,” I replied, seeing Donna walk past him. As she strolled away, she flicked up the back of her skirt, giving me a glimpse of that reddened ass of hers.

  “Good to hear,” Mr Reyholm said with a smile. “Come and see me sometime. We need to talk about next year.”

  “Will do,” I said, twisting by him. “I’ve just got an appointment I need to keep, I’d hate to be late.”

  “Working until the last minute,” he said, nodding his approval. “You should learn to relax every now and then.”

  “I intend to,” I called back over my shoulder, jogging to catch up with Donna.

  “Inside,” I said, pushing open the door.

  Chapter Fourteen

  He spanked me again. I deserved it. And I loved it.

  I knew it had been cheeky flashing him in the corridor like that but I couldn’t resist. I was too turned on. I’d only decided to show him I wasn’t wearing underwear at the last minute. It was ten to and I nipped into the girls toilet, only to leave my panties in my bag when I came out, wanting to see if I was brave enough to do it this time. I was.

  It had been increasingly difficult as the term dragged on. I was excited about graduating but I was far more excited about having the freedom to do what I wanted with Mr Shepherd. Jenny was almost as excited as me, asking me what my plans were for the summer. “Get fucked nine thousand different ways,” I replied, grinning broadly.

  I was very good though. I didn’t try and kiss him during our tutorials, I concentrated on my work as best I could, I even did well enough to end up making him proud of my work, waving it at the lecture hall as an example for others to follow.

  If you’d asked me at the start of the year if I was the type of person to masturbate with no panties on in a public place, I’d have vehemently said no. But I did it. I had changed since then. I was embracing who I really was. An exhibitionist who liked being spanked by an older man. By one older man in particular, the lovely, handsome, big cocked, mature Mr Shepherd.

  He locked us in his office, my ass still tingling from the blows he’d struck in the lecture hall. I had always wanted to be spanked and he’d finally fulfilled my wish. It felt amazing. I felt like a bad girl, like his bad girl, like he owned me.

  I bent over the desk in his office without being told, lifting the back of my skirt while apologising to him for being so brazen.

  “You will promise me one thing,” he said as yet another smack landed on my tender cheeks.

  “Anything, Sir.”

  “That you’ll flash me as often as you can.” Smack. Gasp.

  “I promise.” Smack.

  This time, his hand remained, sliding to my wetness, soaking his finger. He drew a line up between my buttocks, teasing my ass before leaving me bent over in place. “Don’t move.”

  I heard the rustling of clothing and then he was back. I glanced behind me, my body on fire with lust as I saw he was completely naked, his body looking as good as I had hoped.

  He slipped into me a second later and I almost screamed. I’d waited so long for him to do it again. I’d dreamed and dreamed about it, trying to remember accurately how it had felt. The reality was so much better than my memories.

  He slid all the way in, grabbing my hips and impaling himself in my pussy. Then he remained frozen in place, making me work back against him. I moved quickly, the sensations too good to linger over. I had to come. I had waited too long to wait any longer.

  I slammed back onto his cock, using it to bring myself ever closer. With one hand on my clit, I rubbed frantically at the same time until at last I got what I had waited so patiently for.

  My orgasm took over my whole body, centred on my core and spreading out until every nerve tingled. I moaned loudly into the desk as I fell still but I had no time to recover as he was already thrusting fast into me, driving deep, bringing me to a second climax in under a minute. After the third, I had no idea where I was. I hardly knew who I was. I only knew I wanted it to keep going forever.

  We moved around the room in a blur. At one point we were on his chair, me facing away from him, grinding down on his cock. Then I was on top, riding him on the floor, bouncing up and down on his length until I came yet again.

  When he bent me back over the desk, I thought he was going to spank me again but instead he used my wetness to his advantage, sliding his shaft up to my ass, guiding it towards the place no one had ever been.

  He nudged a finger in first, teasing me, making me wince as I widened slowly. Then he withdrew, the tip of his cock at the entrance. He pushed and I was sure he’d never fit. He was just too big.

  Then he was in my ass. I screamed as pleasure mingled with pain, slowly becoming a dull ache and then a wonderful sense of stretched fullness as he eased deeper, taking his time, doing it in just the right way.


  When he was buried in my ass, he leaned over and whispered, “This is what bad girls get for being bad.”

  “What if I like it?” I moaned back as he started to rock slowly.

  “Then you’re definitely a bad girl.”

  He spanked my ass, sliding all the way back. I thought for one awful moment he was going to pull out but then he drove home again. I yelled, not caring who heard as he began to move ever faster.

  My hand went to my clit again and just when I thought I couldn’t take it any longer, we came at the same moment.

  My whole body shook as he spurted hot wetness deep into my ass. A second later, another load escaped him and then he slid back, my own climax still wracking me long after he withdrew.

  I ached with emptiness, unable to move until he took me in his arms, sinking onto the nearest chair and holding me on his lap. “Was it worth the wait?” I asked, my eyes closing as I drifted into a daze of deep bliss.

  “Definitely,” he replied, kissing my cheek.

  I smiled, kissing him back, feeling his heat against me for a very long time. When we broke apart, it was for the last time. I never wanted to be apart from him again.

  Epilogue

  One year later

  We walked hand in hand through the campus. It felt good. Students passed us by, a couple of them muttering and giggling. I didn’t care. Everyone knew we were together. Even the senior staff. They had grumbled quietly about me dating someone so young but we had been careful, we’d been professional, we’d broken no rules. “It feels strange being back here,” Donna said, sitting on the bench outside the library. “It seems like forever since I was once of these people rushing about in a blind panic.”

  “Only a month until everything has to be handed in,” I replied. “Time’s running out for them.”

  “What about us? Is time running out for us?”

  I turned to look at her, seeing that twinkle in her eyes, the one that had become brighter every day since we’d got together. “I think we have all the time in the world.” As I said it, I patted her stomach. “Although I can’t wait for the next six months to pass. I want to meet our new family member.”

  “Patience,” she said, sliding her hand over the top of mine. “He’ll come out when he’s ready.”

  “You sure he’s a he?”

  She nodded. “As sure as I was about you.”

  “I seem to remember you having a few doubts.”

  “Nah. I knew from the moment I saw you.”

  We lapsed into silence. A couple of girls walked past with books in their arms. They glanced in our direction before looking away.

  “Sure you don’t want to trade me in for a younger model?” Donna asked, seeing where I was looking.

  “Does this answer your question?” I asked, reaching into my pocket and pulling out a small velvet box.

  “What’s that?” she asked as I held it out to her. “Is that…?”

  “I couldn’t think of a better way to celebrate our anniversary. What do you reckon, want to marry the head of the department?”

  “You got the job?” she asked, shock plastering her face. “Any more surprises for me?”

  “Only one,” I said, kissing her softly. “I’ve booked you in for a meeting in my office. It’s due to begin in five minutes. I’d hate for you to be late.”

  “Come on then,” she said, grinning broadly as she got to her feet. “I know how you discipline girls who are late. I hear you spank their bare asses.”

  “Just you,” I said, slipping the ring onto her finger. “Should I take that as a yes to marrying me?”

  “Maybe,” she said, winking as she walked away. I ran to follow her, catching up as she opened the door to my building. Together we headed inside, leaving the students scurrying behind us. It was time for a very important meeting.

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  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.

  I walked into the lecture theatre and sat on the middle of the front row, facing where he always stood, next to his desk. I looked at my phone. Jenny had messaged me.

  You snuck out early, you little minx. Tell me you’re going to do it?!?

  I didn’t reply. I didn’t know if I was going to do it. The more I thought about it, the more stupid it seemed. Yes, he’d glanced down at my legs before but that didn’t mean he wanted to fuck me. It didn’t mean anything. It was a hell of a leap from knowing he’d looked at my legs in a skirt to flashing him.

  I’d never flashed anyone. I wasn’t the type. Jenny had. Jenny had done everything. Jenny had streaked through the sixth floor of the library from one stairwell to another within a month of starting. All for a dare. My toes curled just at the thought of it.

  Sure, I had a tiny little exhibitionist streak, one that I kept strictly under wraps. There was nothing wrong with fantasising about
flashing, safe in the comfort of my bed with the lights out as I read one of Jenny’s erotic stories on her Paperwhite. But the thought of actually doing it had always terrified me. I thought people would yell at me, would call me the most awful names, would shun me.

  I knew where it had come from. When I was little, I was happy to wander around naked. I couldn’t remember exactly when but I remembered vividly the time my mother told me I had to stop doing it.

  “But why?” I had asked, trying to shove away the towel that had been wrapped around me. “I like the sun on me.”

  “It’s not proper,” my mother had replied. “You’ll understand when you’re older.”

  “But why?”

  “Because it’s private, that’s why. People will look at you and it’s not right.”

  A lecture had ensued, one that blurred in my mind. I remembered it beginning, I remembered crying and coming away thinking there was something shameful about exposing my body. That contradiction had remained with me ever since.

  Could I even do this? Should I do this? Why did I feel excited even through my shame?

  I sat pondering on the answers to those and myriad other questions for so long, I didn’t notice the clock ticking around to nine. The lecture began at ten past. Around me, other people began to file in, few of them taking any notice of me. I was usually on the front row, seen as a particularly diligent student by those that bothered to notice such things. A swot, I’d been called at school. I still was. Except around Mr Shepherd. When he spoke, I could barely focus on what he was saying, too busy staring at him and picturing his arm through mine as we walked down the aisle to the cheers of my friends, my parents weeping as they cried out, “We were wrong about him. He’s not too old for you. Forgive us, darling.”

  It was a pleasant daydream but it wasn’t in my mind this time. What was in my mind was that I was making a huge mistake. I couldn’t do this. I looked up at the clock. Was there time to run home and put some panties on?

  I was about to get to my feet when Mr Shepherd walked in. He looked as good as ever. Black suit that fitted him perfectly. Red tie today. Chiselled chin with just a hint of stubble. No matter what time of day I saw him, he always seemed to have that hint of stubble there. Maybe it was a tattoo.