by Kelsie Spits
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Temptation Tales
…for all the naughty tales you can't resist...
The Naughty Stories
Story 1
Story 2
Story 3
Story 4
Story 5
Story 6
Story 7
Story 8
Story 9
Story 10
Story 11
Story 12
Story 13
Story 14
Story 15
Story 16
Story 17
Story 18
Story 19
Story 20
Story 1
“You hired a WHAT?!”
A tutor. Her father had hired her a private tutor. The protests currently leaving Margo’s lips were really only for ceremony. It was hardly the first time that her father had threatened her with something like this. She was in her second year of college (Something that really she hadn’t failed out of totally because of her father's very generous donations.)
As far as she was concerned, anybody that her father hired was going to be fairly easy to manipulate. Margo knew that she was pretty, and there was a lot of money spent ensuring that she would look a certain way and fit in with a certain caliber of crowd. The way that Margo saw it, looking as good as she did, what was the point in going to school? She was just going to be married off like some socialite anyway, so really, what was the point in wasting her time. Sure, her grades were really starting to slip but there was simply too much to do on any given day. She had her priorities. Margo also felt that if her father had been so concerned with her acquiring her damned degree so badly, then he shouldn’t have forced her to change her major. Fashion design was perfectly adequate. Perfectly respectable for a girl like herself who already knew most of the designers on a first name basis these days. At least all of the ones that mattered.
He kept pretending like she needed some sort of fallback plan should anything happen. Margo’s only goal in attending the school in the first place was to look cute in her yoga pants and to end one of these semesters with a giant rock on that very important finger. No more, no less.
“A tutor. I don’t know what else you expect me to do here.” Margo’s father sighed, scrubbing his hands down his face in pure exasperation. “I’m not going to continue DUMPING money into that institution if you’re not going to apply yourself, and as you REFUSE to get a job or ANY life skills, this is what we are going to have to do.”
Margo’s eyes rolled followed by a long suffering sigh. She missed the way that her father's lip twitched in response, already attempting to busy herself with her phone in an effort to further ignore the rest of the conversation that he was attempting to have with her.
“So help me child you will get your head out of the clouds if I have to beat it into you.” There was no threat in his tone despite the words' implications. Margo’s father was rubbing at the bridge of his nose to calm the temper threatening to flare up.
“If it’s so important to you, Daddy, then why don’t you just take the tests for me?” Margo droned, lifting a single eyebrow in challenge.
Her father didn’t take the bait. “I’ve hired the tutor Margo, you will not miss a single session - then, when you’ve finished your sessions, we will discuss your future again in a way that I sincerely hope will be received in a new light.”
There was something ominous in his tone, strange enough to cause Margo to put down the phone and watch her father as he left the room. He hadn’t spoken to her in such a final way in as long as she could remember. Perhaps it was nothing, and every single part of her wanted to object to these sessions. She wasn’t as stupid as she pretended to be, it was just part of the image that she had to maintain.
“No, go upstairs and get dressed, Mr. Edlund will be here in an hour.”
The door only barely didn’t slam shut on the way out of the room. Whatever her father could have possibly meant, she was going to look her very best for whoever this poor soul was. He wasn’t even going to know what hit him. Margo resolved in that moment that she would have him eating out of the palm of her hand in less than five minutes.
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Margo’s dark brown hair was loosely knotted up on the top of her head with ringlets coming down around her face. She had decided to go a minimalist way with a large sweater hanging off of one shoulder to make it very obvious to the man that her father had chosen for her that she wasn’t wearing anything underneath it. Her tights left very little to the imagination and her curves were only barely concealed by the loose, soft fabric of the sweater as it moved freely over her.
She had even gone so far as to have her books sitting on the table, open but without anything written on her notepad so as to make herself look ‘studious’ and ‘cute’. Perhaps Daddy had even been so silly as to hire one of those pre-med boys from Phi Kappa that she could make this a two birds with one stone sort of situation. If she was really lucky - she would be able to convince him to do the work for him in exchange for a blowjob under the table or something. No sweat for her. Everybody would win that way.
A soft knock on the door and she strategically placed the pen just off to the corner of her mouth in what she knew would be an alluring sight to walk in on, curling one leg up in front of her to jut her hip out just enough to make him look.
Only, when the door opened it was nothing like what she was expecting. The man who entered the room was tall and the sort of handsome that caught her breath in her chest. Margo’s experience with older men tended to be limited to her professors whenever she was wanting an extension or for her missing assignment to be overlooked.
The pen fell straight out of her hand and clattered to the table. Margo’s full lips parted as she scanned over the height of him shamelessly. Long, well formed legs and a great sense of style. Just casual enough to seem like he could have walked into any room, in any building and would have fit right in. He had only just arrived and already he was moving around the room like this was his own house. Even stranger still, he hadn’t even greeted her.
Mr. Edlund crossed to the coat rack and placed his things on the hook, carefully rolling his sleeves up to his elbows all the while keeping his back turned to Margo. While it wasn’t to say that he wasn’t a vision from the back, she was still very curious in getting a better look at his front. She had been fully expecting a pimple faced youth, or perhaps a jock from her school and instead this was a man. An actual, real man. A very handsome man to boot. Margo shifted suggestively in her seat, curling her legs up underneath her instead as she twirled a dark curl around her finger, waiting for his rapt attention. He was going salt and pepper in the sides of his hair, but he couldn’t be that old. Certainly not her father's age but he wasn’t young either.
It was rather hard to picture him as a tutor, what purpose would it serve for him? Her father must have been paying him very well indeed to have taken his time out like this. Professor perhaps, using her father for some sort of bus
iness favor and this was his end of the bargain? That would have been very simple to manipulate. He was taking such care in storing his things for later retrieval, it was rather hard to take her eyes from him. His brow was as prominent as his jawline. Steely gray eyes that she only got the faintest glimpse of as he glanced in her direction.
He placed his bag down the table and carefully set about removing the items that would be needed one at a time and with the same specificity, placing them just so on the table top. Normally, she would have made about half a dozen comments about wasting time or something equally as snarky by now but she couldn’t stop watching him. The way his arms tensed as he moved, the soft ripple of muscles in his forearms and how his hands looked like they had seen more action that any teacher had the right to have seen. Strong hands. Margo’s thighs pressed together at the thought of those strong hands on her person. It was the perfect way to get out of this insane study session.
“Good Morning, Miss Barlett, my name is Mr. Edmund. You can address me as such, or as Sir. Either will be fine, whichever you are more comfortable with.”
His statement left no room for comment, not that her mind hadn’t already filled in half a dozen perfectly filthy suitable retorts.
“Now,” he continued in a level tone as he invited himself to sit beside her at the square table, just a little move and she could have been running her foot up his pants leg from this angle. “We both know why your father has hired me Miss Bartlett, so what area of study seems to be troubling you the most? I would like to begin with the subject that you find the most difficult and work our way backwards from there. What do you say?” He turned those steel gray eyes to her with such focus, she couldn’t breathe.
Margo couldn’t remember the last time that she felt speechless. All of her normal quips had died between her full lips and lay to rest. He had such a nice, easy going smile. He seemed like the sort of man that nothing phased him. She was dying to press those boundaries.
Margo had never been a shy girl. She was perfectly comfortable in her skin and she knew how appealing she could present herself to be. She liked being able to manipulate both the men and women around her to get what she wanted out of them by just about any means necessary. Even then, she wasn’t normally as forward as the words that spilled out of her mouth next were.
“If you want to work me over backward, Sir, I certainly would say yes.” Her tongue pushed against the roof of her mouth, pausing to see his reaction. Suggestion was practically oozing out of her pores and the man beside her didn’t do more than crack the knuckle on his index finger. A soft shake of his head and he turned those gray eyes back toward her. Like storm clouds, that’s what they were reminding her of. Margo’s lips curled into a knowing smirk as her brow lifted, her knee bouncing anxiously under the table.
“Your father warned me that might happen.” His previously warm voice suddenly dry and businesslike.
Margo could have played dumb, she could have pretended not to know what he meant but there was no point. “Just saying what we were both thinking,” Margo singsonged with an air of faux innocence.
“Miss Barlett, I will let your comment slide this first time but let me assure you, I am here to tutor you. Your father has given me very lenient boundaries and inappropriate commentary as such will not be tolerated from a lady without permission, do I make myself clear?” The fingers on his left hand had curled into a loose fist around the pen he had been toying with but his shoulders were relaxed. She wasn’t sure if she had really offended him or he just didn’t want to be intrigued by her comment.
What an impossible thing. Everybody wanted her. She was the most desired and unattainable girl in her entire university. The idea that this man might not want her was impossible. Margo knew what her father thought of her. He thought that she was a trollop and she was always so offended by the insinuation that she never bothered to correct him. It always made that large, angry vein on his forehead near to burst every time they fought about it. Bigger reaction so she lied - she certainly wasn’t going to admit that she had never actually been with anybody. Teased? Absolutely. It just never had been allowed to go any further than a little heavy groping or a heated makeout session here or there. It simply wasn’t a subject that she was going to be discussing with her father and he shouldn’t have dared ask in the first place. Talking about how it ‘damaged his reputation’. Pure nonsense in her opinion.
Feeling that same obstinate streak within her raising. Her brow lowered and her body shifted in the chair until her legs were folded up under her and her jawline set. “So then, what happens if I don’t, Sir,”
Without missing a beat his shoulders relaxed and he eased himself back into his seat. “Then you will be punished, and we will be done for the day.” He was too casual. It was really making her wonder just what ‘boundaries’ had been set by her father. She was almost bordering on worried. “Now, we should get started, don’t you think?”
Margo scoffed. "You'll punish me?"
Mr. Edmund nodded, bringing his hands to rest in his lap comfortably. "Being in my company is a privilege, not a right and I certainly do not have to be here consuming precious time with somebody who has no desire to learn." His face was totally unreadable. "The punishments will suit the infraction, as well as will your rewards." Mr. Edmund spoke like this was just something she was supposed to have already known about. Was there something to this her father hadn't told her?
“Rewards?” She questioned cautiously.
“If you do well, yes.” That easygoing smile returned in what was assuredly a reassuring way, but it only filled her with more questions. The rebellious streak within her was rising. Punish her? She would like to see him try.
She wanted to say no. Margo wanted to argue and fuss, she wanted to say something else dirty just to test his resolve, but she also really, really didn’t want him to leave. There was just something about him, and these promised ‘rewards’ that she needed to know more about.
“Let me tell you how this is really going to go, Mr. Edmund.” Margo’s eyes narrowed, leaning forward over the table a pulling her bottom lip between her teeth for effect as she paused. “You’re going to tell Daddy, that we covered all the subjects, you get a big fat paycheck - and I’ll let you sit here in my company.” Margo’s blue eyes scanned over him without shame, “Maybe you’ll be the one getting rewarded after all.”
What happened next she couldn’t have prepared herself for. Mr. Edlund scoffed softly, and in one moment he was seated comfortably, and in the next he had grabbed Margo’s wrist and pulled her half over the table. Books pressing into her chest and stomach uncomfortably.
“What are you doing?”
“Miss Barlett, you have made a second unbecoming comment for a lady. Not to mention that you will not speak to me in such tones. As such, the punishment will begin.”
“Get your hands off me!”
“Rest assured, this is for your own good dear girl, the less you fight it the less it will sting.”
“What are you- “ She could feel the sweater being lifted over the curve of her ass, pooling warmly around her lower back and her heart quickened. The swift smack didn’t sting much more than her pride but the one that followed triggered something in her that she had never felt before.
She was humiliated, to be sure. Eternally grateful for the fact that they were alone here in this room. More still than that, she had heat pooling between her legs and a desire unfurling in her stomach that nobody she had ever played around with before had managed to trigger in her. Mr. Edlund’s grip on her wrist tightened just enough to keep her from lifting from where he had put her.
“You can’t do this! Get off me!” The heat in her words betrays her true subject on the feeling. She had never had anybody not put up with her shit before. Let alone to put hands on her in this way. She could see him standing just behind her. His attention seemed to be on her ass, which she was sure to wriggle just enough to show the indignancy of her predicament while attemptin
g to get away.
“I assure you, I have been instructed to do exactly this.” His voice was heavier than before. His palm caressing the curve of her ass softly, resulting in her gasp of surprise. Margo was so used to being the one in control of just about everything and everybody around her that she didn’t know how to react. “Take a deep breath Miss Bartlett,” she opened her mouth to protest, and his hand connected once with her ass, her sound of protest echoed around the room. “Your squirming will do no good. We will stop once you’ve calmed down.”
It was starting to sting. She was really wishing that she had worn anything at all underneath these tights and now the fabric felt altogether too thin. How could this be happening to her? The skin of her ass was starting to heat, she could only imagine how her skin was turning from pink to red under his administration. Despite how uncomfortable it was she could feel her hips rounding backward to meet his hand, moaning softly the moment that he finally stopped. Her torso sagging into the table as her massaged soft circles into her skin.
There was no denying that her body was reacting in a way to his spankings that she wasn’t sure she understood. Nobody had touched her like that. She liked having his hands on her. His hand rounded the curve of her ass. His fingers raking down the back of her thigh and back up toward the junction of her thighs. Stopping only just before his fingers met the most sensitive part of her. Index finger running softly over her center, her whole body breaking out in goosebumps. She desperately wanted her tights to be gone. She wanted his hand on her bare skin. She wanted to have his fingers to delve inside of her, first one and then she wanted to try to fit a second. She had never wanted somebody so badly in her whole life.
He could feel him running the slit of her, back and forth, teasing slowly as her breathing caught in her chest, still too stunned to move she hoped he might do something more. That if she was good, really good that he could somehow pull her thoughts from inside of her head and please her. Feeling the wetness dampening her tights.
