by Gray Gardner
“Well, I’ve got to spend a couple of hours outlining my classes for tomorrow,” Mait sighed regretfully, standing and taking the plates.
“I’ll take those,” Mary offered. She didn’t want him to leave.
“I won’t be long, sweetheart.” He grinned, backing away and winking at her. “We’ll have some fun this afternoon. Think about what you want to do.” His waggling eyebrows didn’t leave much to the imagination about what he wanted to do.
She sat quietly for a little while after he went into his study, thinking, when suddenly, a stroke of genius hit her and she ran for the bedroom, searching for the bags that Mait had brought from her house.
Mait sighed heavily and leaned back in his desk chair as he looked around at the dark wood furniture and floor of his home office. He wanted to just sit on the couch and hold Mary all damn day. Instead, he was in his study, printing outlines and highlighting passages in books. If he hadn’t been a total idiot he could have been holding Mary during the entire break. She was so sweet and trusted him so much. He’d never break that trust again.
The door creaked open to his study and his heart leapt into his throat as he looked up. Oh God. Work time was over.
Mary slowly stepped into the room, wearing her white trouser socks pulled to her knees, a black pleated skirt rolled at the waist to make it shorter, a tight white tee shirt, and tall black heels. Mait’s eyes scanned up and down her body before landing on her hair. Christ. Long, strawberry blonde pigtails. His erection strained in his pants as the highlighter dropped out of his hand.
“Um, Dr. Frasier?” she quietly said, stepping closer. She’d taken the white gauze off of her face and had replaced it with a few nude bandages. She held out her hand and handed him a white piece of folded paper. “I… I was told to give you this.”
Mait picked his jaw up off of the floor and took the note from across the desk. He unfolded it and read aloud, still wondering what was going on. “Dr. Frasier, Mary was caught fighting after class today. See that she is…” his voice dropped off as he swallowed and tried his damnedest not to smile. Jesus, she wanted to role-play. He’d fantasized about this before but the hot little grad student standing in front of him made it a million times better. “Disciplined.”
Mary looked down and folded her hands behind her back. She wanted Mait to do dirty things to her. Yes, she was undoubtedly emboldened by whatever Carlson had given her, but she didn’t care. Mait liked her ass so she thought maybe she should just offer it up.
He stood up and crooked a finger at her. “Get over here, Mary Madeline,” he commanded, holding the note in front of her as she stood in front of him. “Is that how you hurt yourself? You got in a fight?”
“Yes, sir,” she whispered, shifting from foot to foot. Her heart beat faster.
“I’m surprised, Mary Madeline. You’re always so well behaved. I can’t believe you’d be such a naughty little girl.” He grinned, watching her cheeks flush as she grew a little more excited.
“I’m very sorry, Dr. Frasier. Please don’t spank me.”
He clenched his teeth as his cock pushed at the zipper of his jeans, begging to be released. He hadn’t been this excited about sex since… well, their first time. He cleared his throat and leaned over to grab something off of his desk.
Mary sucked in her breath as her eyes went back and forth from the dark, shiny ruler with gold leafing to Mait’s face. “You… you can’t be fucking serious.”
“Mary Madeline, you’ll get ten swats for fighting and five more for your language. Should we keep adding to the count or will you be a good girl and bend over the desk?”
She frowned as she eyed the ruler. That was going to hurt. She looked back up at Mait, who seemed to be having fun, judging by the twinkle in his eye, so she took a breath and leaned over the edge of the desk. He knew this was just role-playing. She trusted him.
Christ, he couldn’t believe his sweet little girl trusted him so much. Biting his lip, he slowly lifted her skirt, folding it over her back, and pinched the lacy waistband of her black underwear in his fingers.
“No! Please, Dr. Frasier!” she said, facing away from him.
He placed a hand on her back, peeling the panties down slowly. Her skin was creamy and pulled tight over her lean muscles. Her hips were up high so he could see her soft folds of skin glistening at him from between her legs. He swallowed and let her underwear sit about mid-thigh. “Bad little girls get spanked with their panties down.”
“Yes, sir,” she mumbled, hands flattened and white on the desk.
He didn’t spank her hard at all, but he didn’t have to. The sound the ruler made as it cracked down on her round little ass was very loud, and the marks it left quickly went from pink to red as he counted aloud to fifteen. He dropped the ruler on the desk and rubbed her warm skin, feeling a couple of little puffy welts. Okay, too hard. She trusted him not to hurt her. “Have you learned something, Mary Madeline?” he asked, rubbing lightly.
She pushed her ass back into his soft touch and exhaled. The ruler had hurt like a bitch, but she knew he hadn’t been hitting her very hard. And when he pushed up against her occasionally she could feel his hard-on. He really liked it… and maybe she did, too. “Yes sir, I promise, no more fighting.”
He pulled up her panties and stood her up, holding her shoulder as he led her to a corner of the room next to his desk. “I think you’ll learn a little better if you stand here for five minutes with your little red bottom facing the room.”
“No!” she whined, turning and facing the wall as he pushed her into it with a little force. She gasped as he lifted her skirt, pinned it to her shirt with one of those large, black, paper clips and carefully slid her panties down to the floor, then snatched them out from under her heels.
He sat in his chair, facing her, watching her rub her red skin with her little hands and shift back and forth on those slim legs, and he couldn’t stop himself. He released his cock from the constraints of his jeans and leaned back, stroking himself slowly as he kept his eyes on his cute little girlfriend. They’d definitely be playing this game again, and he really wasn’t eager for it to end, either.
“Come over here and ask for your panties back, Mary Madeline.”
He loved the quick rush of color to her cheeks when she turned and found him holding his cock in his hand, her panties twirling around his fingers in his other hand.
She licked her dry lips and slowly walked forward, kneeling down and looking up at him with hungry eyes. “May I please have my panties back, Dr. Frasier?” she asked, leaning forward, closing her bright blue eyes and licking up his shaft.
He moaned and gripped the armrest of the chair. “I think you can ask a little nicer than that,” he stated.
She kissed the tip of his cock, paused and looked up at him a little desperately. “Not to feed your inflated ego, or anything, but… I can’t open my mouth that wide,” she smirked, pointing to his large penis and the stitched side of her mouth.
“Shit,” he cursed, leaning down and picking her up off of the floor. He’d almost forgotten all about that. He set her on his leg and brushed loose strands of hair off of her face. “Baby, I’m sorry…”
“If you want to keep score I’ll suck your cock when the stitches come out,” she softly said, looking at him and smiling.
He ran his hand all along her bare thigh, loving that her bare ass was sitting on his jeans. He unclipped her skirt and kissed her lightly. “Yes. Let’s keep score.”
“So… what now?” she asked, wondering how they were going to have sex in his office like she’d planned. None of the surfaces looked all that comfortable and she’d ruined the blowjob fantasy. She was throbbing for him though. They needed to do something… soon.
“I think, Mary Madeline, you’d better get home. I’m going to have to call your daddy and tell him what a bad girl you were today.”
He loved how her cheeks flushed and her mouth fell open. She obediently stepped back into her underwear, tho
ugh, and he could tell that she didn’t want to end the role-playing either.
Mait had instructed her to change into her pajamas and wait for her daddy to come home. She sat on the bed, paced around the room, drank a glass of water and froze when the bedroom door opened. He was an attractive man in nothing at all, sure, but he was insanely hot in the gray fedora, starched white shirt and gray pants with suspenders. Holy shit.
“Mary Madeline, I got a call from your teacher today.”
She swallowed, partly from trepidation and partly because she wanted him to throw her down and fuck her on the area rug in front of the bed. She smiled up at him and then nodded at the hat. “You look very fuckable in that hat.”
He tried to hold character, but ended up laughing right along with her. He fell back onto the loveseat in the corner of the room, dragging her with him, certain that his erection would push through his pants at any moment.
“Mait,” she finally panted, grabbing his face and straddling him. She kissed him as he leaned back, wrapping an arm around her and lifting her up so he could free his cock. She wanted him so badly that she was practically burning for him. Every nerve was at attention, shooting thrilling bursts of pleasure right to her core.
“Yes!” he groaned, clenching his teeth as he held her warm ass and lowered her onto him. She was still so tight, so wet and warm around him. He would never get enough of her.
“Oh, God, yes, Mait!” she cried, closing her eyes as she rode on top of him.
“I love the way you fuck me,” he moaned, licking her ear and sucking on her neck as he held the back of her head and pulled her into him. He was lost as he held her body and made love to her, unsure of where entwined limbs ended and began.
They were both in ecstasy and didn’t last very long at all. They screamed each other’s names, held each other for who knows how long, and barely made it across to the bed for a well-deserved post-coital nap. They fell asleep smiling at each other, holding each other. Wanting nothing more than for the moment to last forever.
Chapter 5
Monday was hellish but bearable with the thought of having someone so great to go home to. Mary found it surprising that it was easier to listen to his lecture instead of being distracted by his handsome face and hard body. She made a mental note to get him to wear the fedora and those tortoise shell glasses he always wore while he paced the front of the room, passionately disseminating information about North and South Korea and the significance of the war. But only for her eyes. She didn’t know why, but it was so hot. And for some reason it made her insanely jealous that some other woman may have seen him in that hat.
They couldn’t make it work that night, though. Mait had a dinner meeting with the department head and she had a paper due on Roman Senate Policy Before the Common Era.
Tuesday didn’t work either. Grading and test preparation. Wednesday? Family obligations and study group. Thursday and Friday more of the same.
This is getting ridiculous.
Mary read the text from her old, worn leather chair in the library and set the phone down on the desktop. She rubbed her eyes and sighed. Yes. It was a little ridiculous. She wrote back a snarky reply since she’d tried to be diplomatic in answer to his earlier texts. Time to air out the laundry.
I didn’t realize u spent so much time with your family.
Mait squeezed his phone as he, Carlson and Liam sat on the back terrace of his parents’ home and drank some scotch while they watched the sunset. Nicole smiled as she shut the French doors behind her and joined them, noticing the familiar look of displeasure on her twin’s face.
“She won’t come because he scared her off,” she smirked, looking at Mait but jerking her head towards Carlson.
“Nicole,” Liam began, pulling her across the soft cushion of the large, u-shaped wicker couch and giving her a scolding look. He bent his head and kissed her cheek, though.
“I can’t fucking believe you spanked her, Carlson,” she huffed, sipping Liam’s scotch.
“Nic, come on,” Liam said, squeezing her against him. He’d have to give her a firm talking to later about nosing around other people’s business.
“What? He’s not going to spank me,” she said and grinned, squealing as Liam tickled her side and Carlson grabbed her bare foot and tickled the bottom of it.
“Don’t be so sure,” Carlson warned laughingly, loving how her smile made him happy and relaxed. He looked over at his other little sibling, brooding and staring off into the distance, smiling politely.
“It’s not any of you,” Mait finally sighed, finishing the drink in his hand. “It’s not even me. It’s her.”
“What do you mean?” Nicole asked.
Mait shook his head and stared at his hands as he leaned over on his knees. “There’s something… she’s hiding something from me.”
Everyone leaned forward.
“Like… something big?” Nicole hesitantly asked. “She loves you. Anyone can see it. And you love her. She wouldn’t keep something damaging from you.”
“No.” Mait shook his head. “No, it’s not like there’s another man or anything like that. But…it is something significant. I can sense it. In class she acts normally but she’s just…”
“What?” Liam prompted, rubbing his hand on Nicole’s arm.
“Overly distant?” Mait guessed, not sure why that would nag at him. It wasn’t like he could wink at her and blow her kisses all day. “And she’s so damn friendly to that McAndrews kid who sits next to her.”
Everyone finally relaxed and laughed. Jealousy. A familiar feeling to them but something altogether new for Maitland Frasier.
“Speaking of boys in my class,” Mait began shifting the subject away from his adorably naughty little girlfriend, “Nathaniel Worthington has been conspicuously absent all week. Did you talk to him or kill him?”
Carlson shook his head and stood up, an angry look on his face. Then he surprised everyone by directing his anger towards Mait. “If you’d get to know your students instead of ruling over them like an arrogant overlord then maybe you’d know a thing or two about his life.”
Everyone’s mouths dropped open as Carlson turned and stomped towards the doors leading inside. “And in context to your wayward students, bring little Miss Tucker to my house at five tomorrow. Sharp.”
“What—” Mait began, watching his brother turn and glare at him.
“I’m in surgery until three. Be at my house at five. And spend tonight and tomorrow morning apologizing to her for being such a demanding asshole. Your relationship is new. You can’t expect her to spend so much time with your family. You haven’t even met hers yet.”
All three watched silently as he loudly closed the door behind him. Mait shook his head, but realized that Carlson had been right about one thing: apologizing.
* * *
“Come,” he commanded, growling into Mary’s ear as he rolled his hips into her on Saturday morning. They’d been at it since he’d driven over the previous night, apologized, and made love with only short naps in between. “I want you to come now.”
Mary tried to bite back a scream as he flipped them over and surged even deeper into her, his large hands gripping her hips and forcing her to ride him mercilessly. And then there was that damned demand from him that drove her crazy in every way. Her belly tingled and she lost her breath as her body burst into another orgasm. Fireworks may have exploded over her head, judging from the sparkles she momentarily saw before her eyes as she caught her breath.
“Good girl,” Mait moaned, stilling and coming himself. He had to keep himself from screaming like Mary did. It just felt too good.
She fell onto his heaving, hard chest and giggled. “Thanks for the extension on the Indochina essay. My boyfriend decided to booty call me at midnight last night and I have the feeling I won’t get a thing done all weekend.”
He grinned and smacked her ass hard. “I’d better get ample access to that tight little cunt of yours all weekend then,” he
growled, feeling her tighten around his cock. His dirty talk really turned her on, he’d figured out.
“That’s no way to speak to a lady,” she chided as she smiled, squealing as he sat up on his knees and smacked her ass again before she could roll away and clutch a pillow in front of her creamy naked body. She was so porcelain pale that the pillow fabric nearly matched her skin tone.
“Oh, make no mistake. There are no ladies in this house.”
“Hey!” She frowned, trying to act mad as he stood and pulled on his navy boxers.
“I only see a very naughty little girl.”
“Well what are you going to do to improve her conduct?” Mary asked, tossing the pillow at him and holding up her hands as he jumped on the bed.
He was ready to attack when his phone chimed on the bedside table.
Remember. My house. Five pm.
“Christ Almighty,” Mait sighed, sitting on the edge of the bed and tossing the phone back on the table. Mary would not like that idea at all. He’d been avoiding the conversation altogether.
“Bad news?” she sweetly asked, coming up behind him and gently kissing his shoulder.
“We, uh, well… I wanted us to go and get a drink this afternoon but something came up. Would you mind running an errand with me after a late lunch and then going for a drink?”
“Sure,” she agreed, not knowing what the hell he was getting her into.
Mait knew that if she’d so blatantly lied to him and deceived him, he’d spank her bright red. It had to be done, though. Something had seemed very important to Carlson the day before and he trusted his brother. He hoped that Mary would sense that trust.
* * *
“Whose place is this?” Mary wondered aloud, looking up at the three story typical New England colonial house as they strolled down an old city block later that day.
