Chapter 3

The handsome, dashing man she had a crush on for so long feeling her up, pressing his long, powerful fingers into the cleft of her womanhood. Prying those well-trimmed digits in under her panties and tugging them aside so he could touch her slit bare, with nothing between them. He gave such an expert little swirl of his fingers around her sensitive clit and stoked her excitement so high.

“You were always an obedient girl, weren’t ya, Brittany? Just never so good at the follow-through on all that boring schoolwork,” he said in a low, lusty voice, eying her so hungrily.

She was squirming against him without even realizing, her body needing him so badly. Wanting for him so badly.

Her lithe thighs parted and she pulled back from him to stare at him with her bedroom eyes, her lips partially parted. “We shouldn’t be doing this,” she moaned, and begged for him to tell her she was wrong. Her back arched, her chest lifted, and she pushed herself towards him, her arms wrapping around his neck.

“Shhh.” He hushed her softly as he continued to tease and excite her, kissing along her jaw towards her pouty lips where he licked and sucked those luscious morsels. “You leave the thinking to me, doll,” he said quite firmly.

He pulled from her, despite her attempts to get nearer to him. Lifting those cunny-slick fingers to his lips he licked and tasted them, his eyes fluttering nearly shut as he seemed to revel in her flavour. “Mm, be a good slut and get down on your hands and knees,” he commanded sternly.

Her stomach twisted, but she knew she wouldn’t disobey. She couldn’t. The way he was looking at her was driving her crazy and she whimpered as she leaned closer to him. But she knew that wouldn’t be good enough, that she couldn’t beg her way back into his lap and arms.

So she did what every good girl should.

She crawled off the couch and her navy skirt fluttered around her thighs as her knees pressed against the hard floor. Staring up at him beneath those dark lashes, she inhaled deeply and awaited his instructions.

That strong jaw of his squared off in a satisfied grin as he watched her fall to her knees so obediently, and he got up from the couch, straightening his vest as he lowered himself down behind her on one knee. Very casually he reached out, hooked his fingers upon her pleated skirt, and lifted it up, revealing the smooth, round cheeks beneath.

“Such a beautiful ass you’ve got, Brittany,” he remarked just a moment before he casually turned one cheek red with a rough crack of his strong palm.

Her eyes went wide as she jolted forward with shock. “Ow!” She wasn’t expecting that, not at all, but then the pain lessened and left a tingly feeling along the swell of her behind and her breath caught.

That was nice.

Letting her skirt rest on her lower back, he stroked his one hand up her spine, like stroking a good pet. The other rubbed over her stinging cheek, prodding those tingling nerves, putting them to the test as he smiled approvingly at both her beautiful body and her acceptance of the spank.

“That’s for being such a little cocktease all this time, doll,” he said, his fingers curling into her blonde hair, wrapping the strands about his digits as he struck at her ass once more, making the flesh burn hot.

“Ah!” Her eyes widened and then shut, her body folding to his whims, her scalp prickling, and her ass stinging.

Yet she couldn’t remember ever being so turned on, so needy. The amount of control, of buildup that he was creating was something unusual for her. She shivered at the tension in the air, at her desire for him to simply take her.

And at the same time, she wanted him to take her to the limit.

His fingers tightened their grasp and he twisted his fist, punching her hair up and pulling back her head as he gave her stinging cheeks a pat, bringing more of the blood to the surface before he cracked his hand against the still pale and unpunished half of her ass. “You’re gonna be a good lil’ cock sleeve for me from now on, Brittany. Aren’t you?” he said in a husky, commanding voice that so darkened the handsome man’s words.

This was her teacher. The man who graded her papers, who knew her mother, who went to parent-teacher meetings and talked about her performance.

And now she was down on her knees, her skin stinging from his abuses, and all she could do was want more. Her ass even stuck out a bit more, begging for his harsh hand, even though it tugged her hair more.

Worst still, it all caused her to moan like a wanton whore.

He cracked his palm against her ass again, harder this time, and the sound of it filled his beautiful entertainment room. “I asked you a question, slut. That’s a rare opportunity for you to use your words,” he chastised as she heard him work his belt behind her. Was he undoing his pants? She couldn’t tell, not with him holding her head in place so tightly.

She tried to look, but it only gave her more of that painful sensation to her scalp and she moaned louder. But she knew better than to disappoint twice, and she managed out a meek “yes,” just to please him. To make him happy.

Then, instead of feeling the hot flesh of his manhood, he moved her body to the side just slightly, and… the crack of his belt across her ass landed along both cheeks, narrowly avoiding the puffy wet slit between. “That’s better,” he remarked in his hard, authoritative voice, over her cry of anguish.

She’d never felt something so intense in her life, and her cunny throbbed hot with need. Why wouldn’t he just take her? Why was he insisting on punishing her so?

“Please,” she breathed, but she didn’t know what she was begging for.

Leniency? Forgiveness?

Or for him to fuck her?

“Please?” he repeated questioningly as he let go of her hair and reached to her arms. He wrapped her wrists in his leather belt, then tied it up tight, locking them together securely. Grasping the back of her hair, he pulled her head up as he leaned in and bit her earlobe. A low growl rumbled from his throat and he husked out to her, “Please what?” Then a crack of his hand across her ruddy, battered cheeks came fast behind.

“Ah!” she screamed, this time a bit louder, and she hoped that no one could hear how hungry she sounded.

No one but her teacher.