Tasting Candy

by Candy Quinn

  “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.

  She tested her hands, her fingers playing with the tongue of the belt as she squirmed on the hard floor. She didn’t know what to say, what he wanted, and so she just whimpered again. “Please...”

  He growled into her ear, “That’s the best you’ve got for me, you bimbo slut? Just a ‘please’? Please what?” He was insistent—demanding—and he struck her ass again, though this time after the loud crack of impact he left his palm to rest there upon her cheek, his fingers sliding over her glistening slit, testing her needful cunt. “Even a dumb slut like you has words enough to tell me what you want.”

  Her mouth hung open and never had she felt dumber. Not when she was failing his class, not when she’d first hit on him and he politely refused.

  Never.

  It was like all the thoughts simply left her mind, leaving her feeling vacant and a little haze before she licked her lips.

  “You,” she managed out finally. “I want you.”

  He gave a harsh little laugh and bit at her ear, tugging the lobe before letting it snap back to her. “You want me to fuck you, is that it? Then say it,” he prodded, his fingers stroking over her cunny, swirling about her clit before trailing her warm honey across her stinging ass cheeks. “You’re a bimbo slut, use your words like one,” he chided, his hand cracking across her cheeks, the moisture of her cunt only making the sting worse.

  This was so humiliating, to have him insult her like that. To use such degrading and horrible language.

  But she was so fucking turned on by it, she could barely contain herself from turning into a quivering, stammering pile on his floor.

  “Please fuck me,” Brittany pleaded, her voice so desperate.

  “Good girl,” he complimented her, and very quickly she heard his fine black pants come undone behind her. A low thud resounded as his heavy cock smacked against her stinging ass cheeks. That hefty shaft bulging with throbbing veins, glistening at the tip with his precum.

  He trailed that beast of a dick down along her cunny, teasing her slick womanhood as he grasped her hips with both of his strong, manicured hands. “This has been a long time in the coming, slut,” he remarked, letting his digits sink into her flesh before he speared her upon his thickly throbbing manhood, taking her up to the hilt as he nestled his crown against her womb.

  Her thighs tightened as she yanked herself forward, trying to balance herself against that sudden thrust and the sharp pain that followed as he went too deep, too soon. It took her breath away, and the feel of his hips against her stinging ass only accentuated her own feeling of pain.

  “Holy fuck,” she moaned out, her prissy skirt falling back around the top of her ass and his hips as she squirmed.

  Those powerful hands of his grabbed her tight and pulled her back into place as he grunted his approval at her tight pussy. “Fuck, you’re a good cunt,” he growled, and she could feel the instinctual throb of his excited cock inside of her, twitching and filling her so completely. Pushing the walls of her narrow quim outwards so widely as he just enjoyed resting inside her warm, wet confines.

  She couldn’t believe this was happening. Maybe it was just the alcohol that made her slower to realize it than she should have, but her teacher was inside her. He was oh, so deep inside her, and she swallowed deeply because her stomach was roiling with butterflies and her mind was quickly growing hazy.

  “Mr. Hawthorne,” she whimpered, wanting him to be gentle, to go slow, and yet... not.

  It didn’t matter, as he went the pace he wanted.

  He tugged back his hips, letting his thick girth slip from her, slick and hot before pounding it back inside with a satisfied grunt. He didn’t ease it in her at all, but began to set a slow, hard pace that grew in tempo. The wet slap of her cunt against his groin, the smack of his heavy balls against her clit as he took her in the middle of his living room.

  Took her was the right word, as those powerful hands of his grasped her so tight, taking control of her. Making her bound body his to command and use.

  Her fingers tightened around the leather belt and her back arched before she gasped.

  She couldn’t remember him putting on a condom.r />
  She couldn’t feel a condom.

  Brittany tried to pull away, partially falling off balance but for his strong hands keeping her pressed to him. “Are you... Did you put one on?”

  That insistent throb of his cock inside her was so hot and real, so complete, there was no way some rubbery sheath separated him from her. His thrusting shaft pumped into her without a hitch in its rhythm, the loud smacks of his groin and balls striking her uninterrupted as he slapped her ass and reached out to tug her hair once more.

  “Don’t put your head to thinking, slut,” he growled as he fucked her a little rougher in response. “I want the full experience.”

  Her heart beat angrily against her chest and she knew this was wrong. So very wrong.

  He should be smarter than that.

  She should have been smarter than that.

  So why did her cunny pulse so wantonly, begging his cock into her deeper and deeper despite the stinging of her ass and scalp?

  She was gasping for air and couldn’t fill her lungs, couldn’t clear her head enough to argue with him.

  Despite all sense and reason he pounded into her harder and faster, that handsome, civilized teacher of hers fucking her wildly. The sounds of their rutting filled the room as he pushed her head down onto the floor, bending her body to his will as he kept her ass pushed up in the air only to be beaten so mercilessly with his thrusts.

  “C’mon, you want this, don’t ya, slut?” he growled at her, his voice ripe with need as she felt him swell and throb inside her. Again and again he pulsed so eagerly, and she could feel him tensing, working himself closer and closer to his climax within her abused body.

  She couldn’t keep track of the thoughts and sensations that filled her. They came on too hard, too fast, and then left before she could grasp them. Her mouth hung open as she panted like a dog, her body contorting to his whims.

  It was a long few heartbeats before she understood his question, and before she could stop herself, the answer fluttered out. “Yes!”

  That was just the answer he wanted, and with one hand upon her hips and the other pushing her cheek down onto the floor he rutted into her with a rabid intensity. Again and again he savaged her poor, battered behind, until… she felt him come to to a screeching halt as he pummeled her depths one final time. His body tensed as he came intensely, letting out a loud, wanton moan of satisfaction.

  More than that, she could feel the incessant throbs of his manhood as he shot his load right inside her, deeply filling her honey-slick canal. Spurt after spurt of that rich, virile seed flooding and filling her nubile depths.

  “Fuck… yes,” he grunted, squeezing her hip so tight as he shook intensely.

  She thought, for a moment, she might be sick. Sick of herself, of what she’d let this man do to her.

  But it quickly passed and she was filled with nothing but relief. Pleasure.

  She groaned as he bucked again, weaker this time, and her eyes rolled back partway in her head as she tried to catch her breath.

  He was panting over top of her as his cock twitched out its last pangs of release, unloading every last drop into her unprotected cunt. Bending over her, he leaned in and licked her cheek before nibbling her ear and lowly rumbling his pleasure to her.

  “Good work,” he praised her lowly. “We’ve got a bit more work for you to do before you’re ready to be the star of this weekend’s party, but… you’re off to a good start, my little bimbo,” he said, the name having no bite to it. Just pure praise. Pure approval.

  “A party?” she whimpered, and she couldn’t make sense of it.

  And then, slowly, it began to sink in and she swallowed hard. “What?”

  He slid back onto his haunches, but he took her with him, lifting her up off the floor with his hand in her hair and the other arm about her waist. He was still lodged inside her, and she could feel his pearly-white cum slowly dribbling out of her puffy slit as he spoke into her ear. “Going to hold a nice party here, for me and my good friends. And you’re going to be the chief entertainment, doll.”

  She couldn’t see his grin, but could feel it, knew it was there somehow as he held her to his lean, fit physique. “Excited?”

  She shivered in his arms and didn’t know what to say.

  But she wouldn’t deny the thrill that went down and settled in her core, making her breath quicken and her back push into his more eagerly. Her bound hands pressed against his stomach and she ran her fingers over him as she began to nod.

  “Good,” he husked into her ear as he nuzzled his cheek to her blonde hair and squeezed her tighter in his arms. “Until then, you’ve got a lot of practice to put in. You’ve still got a little too much pretense in you, my burgeoning bimbo,” he said with a hint of amusement as he clutched her breast and squeezed it oh, so tight.

  Punished by the Principal

  Book Themes:

  barely legal, virgin, breeding, teacher/student, creampie

  Word Count:

  5,475

  I shouldn’t be here. I’m not dumb, I know that sneaking around after hours is going to get me in trouble. But I can’t help it. There’s only three weeks left of class, and if I don’t find out now, it’s going to bug me for the rest of my life.

  See, my Principal is best friends with my dad, and a couple nights ago, I heard my dad cussing his friend out something fierce.

  “How can you spy on Haley like that, Rick? She’s just turned 18.”

  “Oh come on, Hank. I didn’t mean nothing by it, but you can’t tell me you haven’t noticed—”

  “Rick! I don’t like where this is going, and if you don’t stop what you’re doing right now, I’m going to have to take action. Those pictures on your hard drive are inappropriate!”

  “It’s just innocent,” Rick protested, but I could see the way his lip curled into a smirk, and I knew it wasn’t.

  I hoped it wasn’t. I’d always had a crush on him ever since he was little, and he used to treat me like a grown up instead of a kid. And now that I’m not a kid, his lips put bad, bad thoughts in my head.

  But hearing them fight like that was strange, especially over me. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it, about what Rick might have on his computer. So I decided to stay late after school today and sneak into the Principal’s office. How hard can it be?

  I know it might not even be on this computer. Maybe it’s at Rick’s home, but dad hasn’t brought me over there since last summer for a BBQ and I know how weird it’d be if I just showed up out of the blue trying to get on his computer.

  Nervously, I bite in on my lower lip as I walk through the school halls. It’s creepy at night. Even with the lights on, and the janitors here and there, it feels too quiet and abandoned. Like the ceilings are too high and the walls are too wide, and yet it’s almost claustrophobic, like everything’s closing in on me.

  I try to reign in my fear and continue my walk towards the end of the hall. I remind myself of why I’m here.

  To find out what pictures Rick has of me.

  Earlier that day I’d gone into the secretary’s office and when she wasn’t looking, I put a little piece of tape over the door hole so it wouldn’t lock all the way. When I finally get to the door, I gratefully find out that no one noticed, and I slip into the inner office.

  I stare at the nameplate on his door. Principal Rick Wood. All the others called him Mr. Dick Wood behind his back, but I never did. Mostly because I was afraid that if I did, I’d moan out the word or something like that. I didn’t want anyone to know how much I thought about his dick.

  I turn the knob and push the door in, but it makes a surprisingly loud noise and I cringe and stop. But I hear nothing, can’t see anyone around. So I continue and push on into his office.

  The light from his monitor is still on, which means he must’ve forgot to turn it off when he left work. But all the better for me, because it means that I can get onto his computer more easily.

  And it’s doubly good, beca
use I see he hasn’t logged out of his account! No guessing his password. Which is good, because I have no idea how I’d go about that. I wasn’t thinking straight, or planning ahead, clearly!

  I sit myself on down, the chair squeaking noisily, but no sooner than I start moving the mouse about to click through folders do I notice the dark silhouette of a tall, broad-shouldered man looking in from the door.

  “This kinda thing gets a girl a whole ton of detention… or worse,” came that dark, gravelly voice that was so familiar.

  Oh crap! He must have heard me come in through the receptionist’s door.

  “It’s not what it looks like!” I protest instantly, the words coming to my tongue no sooner than I’d thought it. I push myself away from the computer as if it’s hot lava and I somehow won’t get in trouble if I’m not touching it anymore. My blonde bangs brush against my forehead as I shift, and suddenly I’m more aware of everything.

  Of the smell of him in the air, the rich cologne filling my senses. It’s so dark, but my eyes adjust slowly, and I can see how good he looks in his suit, the way he’s undoing the collar of his button down shirt.

  He steps towards me slowly, purposefully, placing his two palms upon the desk and leaning forward. I can feel his dark gaze on me, boring through me as he sizes me up, licking his lips slowly.

  “Y’know, if you were anyone else… I’d be about to expel you, Andrea,” he says to me, each word a deep, husky delight on my ears as he says them.

  “No,” I whimper, my shoulders slumped, my school outfit crinkling. I’m hot beneath my blouse and vest, and my skirt suddenly feels itchy around my thighs. I can’t let my dad find out I was sneaking into his best friend’s office at night, that I would have been expelled if he didn’t know me so well!

  Those perfect, masculine lips of his quirked up into a wry smirk, and as he sizes me up again, I feel downright trapped. So I stand up to leave, but he so casually steps in my way, blocking the only route around his desk with his tall, towering form.