SMACK!
My slap reverberates through the entire room, the sound music to my ears.
Another one to the other cheek and her body bounces against the table.
The third slap has her on her tiptoes.
I place my hand on her back and say, “Stay still.”
She sucks in a ragged breath as I softly caress her ass.
Then I spank her again.
Each hit a little harder than the one before.
I continue until both her ass cheeks are red and her skin glows with my print. Such a fine sight.
When I’ve spanked her for the final time, her body is quivering, and my cock is tenting against my pants.
My eyes glide over her naked ass and the rest of her body, lingering on her face which lies flat on my desk.
Fucking hell.
It’s too much.
My hands instinctively move to my crotch, pulling down my zipper without a second thought. I take out my eager cock and start rubbing it. With one hand, I caress her sweet, red ass while I work myself with the other. I can’t stop myself, even if I wanted to, which I don’t.
I feel possessed.
Consumed by the thought of coming all over her ass marked with my handprint.
She lies on the table without making a sound, her breathing slow and steady as I slide my fingers across her ass and between her slit. She shivers a little as I almost reach her pussy, but then pull back my fingers to continue touching her ass.
The silence between us is deafening, but to me, it only adds to the pleasure as I can hear my own hand flicking over the tip of my cock. Pre-cum serves as the lube, which I spread all over my shaft as I increase my speed. Moans escape my mouth as I hover above her red ass and clamp it tight.
With my fingers digging into her skin, I groan and come.
Cum shoots onto her ass, dripping along her slit as I pour my load on her.
God, the release feels so good … so wrong too, but fuck, so good.
When I’m done, I swipe my cock along her skin before putting it back into my pants.
I reach for her pants and pull them up, covering her naked, cum-painted ass with her panties again.
She gasps. “What are—”
“Giving you what you deserve.”
Her cheeks flush red. Almost the same shade as her ass is right now.
I close her button and zip her up again. “You’ll wear this the rest of the day.”
“What? Why?” she asks, turning around.
“Because I say so,” I say with a smirk.
“But it has your cum all over it.”
I place a finger on her lips. “Shhh …”
She scowls. “You can’t expect me—”
“I expect you to stay here and shut up.” I give her a brash smile and then walk over to one of the tables to grab a chair, which I bring to my desk. “Sit.”
I cock my head and point at it with my eyes until she gets the message.
She makes a face as her ass touches the hard wood but then repositions herself, her lips pursed as if she refuses to acknowledge the fact that A. her ass hurts, and B. she’ll have to feel my juices all day long.
I can’t help but smile at the thought.
Walking to the other end of the desk, I try to banish the dirty thoughts from my head. I spanked her and then jerked myself off all over her, staining her panties with my cum. It felt fucking wonderful, but now, I feel bad. Bad for letting her tempt me again.
It shouldn’t have happened, so I’ll just pretend it never did.
I sit down across from her and reach for the papers on my desk.
“Um … what are you doing?” she asks.
“Grabbing your homework.”
“Homework?” Her voice sounds like she doesn’t understand why I’d ever make her do that. As if I’m not still her teacher and this is not a classroom.
“Yes, homework,” I repeat, placing a sheet of questions in front of her. “Which you’ll do right here in front of me.”
“Why?”
“Isn’t it obvious?” I raise a brow. “You missed class. Now, you catch up.”
She makes a face. “You can’t be serious.”
I frown right back. “Do I look like I’m joking?”
She sighs, sits back, and crosses her arms. “No. I don’t understand you.”
“There’s not so much to understand, Hailey. I’m your teacher, and you’re my student, so that means you’ll do homework when I ask you to, and you’ll get extra lessons if you skip.”
“And why would I do that?” she asks.
I smile at her, leaning over the desk. “Because I want you to.”
We engage in a stare down. After a while, she sits up again and looks at the sheet of paper. “Can’t.”
“Why not?” I ask.
“No pen.” She shrugs, a cheeky smile on her face.
“I can help you with that.” I reach into my drawer and take out a pen, placing it on top of the sheet. “Now, you can.”
She sighs out loud again, staring at the paper.
Then she looks at me again. I don’t budge. Neither does she.
“Can I at least go to the bathroom first?”
“No,” I say, with a stern voice.
She frowns. After another sigh, she picks up the pen and puts it on the paper. A bit of muttering comes from her mouth, but I can’t hear it, so I say, “Sorry, what was that?”
“Nothing,” she says, circling an answer.
“Say it again,” I say.
She briefly glances up at me and narrows her eyes. “I said you’re a fucking dick.” A tiny smile is added. “Should’ve accepted the ‘nothing’ when you had the chance.”
“And maybe you should have accepted that you need to come to class like I tell you to so this won’t have to happen.” I smile back at her.
She raises one brow but then returns her attention to the questions on the paper.
“So … now that I’ve punished you for being late and not showing up again … explain to me why you weren’t here.”
She mulls it over a bit before answering. “I overslept, but I had a good reason. My friend, Lesley … she got into some trouble at a party. She was drugged, and I had to take her home. She was sick all night, and I barely slept.”
“Oh …”
Fuck. Why didn’t she tell me sooner? She actually has a legitimate reason to be late for once. She didn’t deserve that spanking. And to have my cum between her ass cheeks. Okay, maybe that last part isn’t as much of a punishment as it was an indulgence to me.
“You should’ve told me,” I say. “Then I wouldn’t have—”
Her eyes suddenly turn resolute. “I asked for it.”
I frown and narrow my eyes. “You’re a peculiar one …”
“Thanks, I guess,” she says, penning down another answer.
She wobbles a bit in her chair as she bites her lip.
“Painful?” I ask.
“What?” She looks up.
I cock my head. “Your ass.”
“Yeah …”
“Good. Next time you won’t be late.”
I smirk when her eyes dilate.
“I thought you said—”
“No talking. Just finish your homework.”
“If I do this,” she says, pointing at the paper, “can I go home then?”