“Please!” she begged, the sensations too much.
“There.” Just as he said it, she felt the thickest part of the plug enter and her muscles closed around the narrower neck. “It’s in,” he said, turning her slowly to lie onto her back as he brought his mouth once more to her pussy. “Come, Amy.”
As if on command, as soon as his mouth closed around her clit and he slid one finger into her pussy, she came, hard and loud, her fingers knotting into his hair, pulling him closer as her hips bucked beneath him. He kept licking softly as if wanting to taste all of her as she slowly came down from her peak, her hands softening in his hair, her eyes searching for his, finding them and smiling a small, satisfied smile.
Cade stood then and unzipped his jeans, releasing his cock. Amy slid to her knees before him, opening her mouth, licking him, tasting the pre-cum as his fingers caressed the back of her head, pulling her onto him. Amy licked the length of him, her hands working just beneath before he guided her to take his cock deep into her mouth. She looked up at him as he did, knowing he liked that, liked watching her as she knelt before him, her mouth full of his cock. She sucked, working the thick, hard length, her eyes tearing just a little as he slowly pushed toward the back of her throat. He’d been teaching her this too, teaching her to take him deep inside her, teaching her to swallow every drop he gave her.
“That’s it, Amy. You’re doing great, relax your throat for me.”
She did as he began to fuck her mouth, feeling the slight change, the thickening, the twitching of his cock just before he threw his head back, gripping her hair harder. With a groan, he came inside her mouth, filling her to overflowing as streams of salty liquid poured down her throat, some escaping the corners of her mouth when she couldn’t swallow fast enough.
He watched her take the last of it, smiling as he slowly pulled himself from her mouth. With the back of her hand she wiped her mouth clean and smiled up at him. He lifted her to stand, one hand at the back of her head, the other pulling her close at her low back, and kissed her hard, satisfied.
* * *
Amy sat perched on the side of one hip. “I don’t think I can sit properly with this thing inside me,” she said once the waiter had handed them their menus.
Cade grinned. “It’s good practice. I intend on using those more often.”
“You’re evil.”
The waiter cleared his throat, interrupting them. Cade’s grin grew wider just before he turned his gaze to the waiter.
They ordered drinks and when the server left, Cade turned his full attention back to Amy, that grin still apparent, his blue eyes sparkling in delight of her obvious discomfort.
“Cade, what if it… I don’t know, what if it… goes inside?” she whispered.
He laughed out loud and sat back in his seat. “I promise it won’t do that. The base is too broad. Besides, I’m a doctor. If anything happened, I’d just go in after it,” he said, winking, barely able to contain more laughter.
She narrowed her eyes at him. “You are evil, Dr. Hollister.” She smiled wide as she said it, taking him in as he ran a hand through his thick dark blond hair. He was handsome, her husband, tall and strong, his body muscular and fit, his blue eyes and blond hair contrasting against tanned skin, the slight bit of stubble he let grow along his chiseled jaw a little darker than the hair on his head, only making him that much sexier to her.
Cade reached to take one hand in his, the humor still in his eyes but his affection for her stronger. “Is it truly too uncomfortable?”
She shrugged a shoulder, the silk of the dress sliding along her naked flesh beneath. “Not really, I guess. Just awkward.”
“What about now?” he asked, that grin back, his eyes positively dancing as she jumped with a barely contained gasp.
It was a vibrator! The plug had a vibrator inside it and a remote control which he apparently had hold of!
“I’m going to kill you!” It took all she had to manage it as she gripped the table hard just as the waiter returned with their drinks.
Cade switched off the vibration and Amy slumped back, exhaling. It was the truth: she was going to kill him. She felt like this whole afternoon, ever since he got home and became all dominant with her, that she’d been constantly aroused. She’d had an orgasm, an incredible orgasm, but now, her panties once again felt damp, her sudden need for him overwhelming.
“Do you know what you’d like to have tonight?” the waiter asked after bringing their drinks.
Cade cocked his head to the side and looked at her. “Amy?” he asked.
She opened her menu and ordered the first pasta dish, ravioli with mushrooms, then slapped the menu shut a little harder than she would have normally and handed it back to the waiter. Cade ordered the lamb chops and a salad for each of them, and within a few moments, they were alone.
“If you do that again, I swear I will kill you!” she said, leaning in close to him.
He smiled. “I thought you’d like it,” Cade said, picking up his glass of wine and gesturing for her to do the same.
She sat back, picked up her glass, and touched it to his. “Cheers.”
“To new beginnings,” Cade said.
She studied him, his expression serious again, gentle and loving. “To new beginnings. I think,” she said, and they both sipped.
“Do you understand what happened tonight?” Cade asked. “All joking aside, do you understand what I meant, what I mean by me being your disciplinarian?”
Amy felt a blush spread across her face. “I think so. But when will you…” She glanced around the restaurant where soft music played and diners ate while talking quietly. The tables were spaced far enough to provide privacy but still, could she say the word ‘spanking’ out loud?
“It’s all right, no one will hear you,” Cade said, as if hearing her thoughts.
“When will you… spank me? I mean will I have a list of rules or something?” As she said it, she realized what it sounded like, what she sounded like. “I’m not a child. I don’t want…”
“I don’t think of you as a child, Amy. I just think you need discipline in your life right now. You need to know what I expect from you and you need to know what to expect from yourself, and in both of those cases, you need to deliver. I’m not asking for anything out of the ordinary. If you didn’t get an A on a test you studied for, I wouldn’t spank you for that, for example. But if you lie about missing classes, you can bet your ass you won’t be sitting down comfortably for a few days. If you burn a meal, we’ll go out for dinner, but if you burn a meal because you’re sitting by the pool texting a friend, you’ll be spanked. Understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
“I expect you to act responsibly. You know what’s right and what’s wrong and you know you can always come to me to talk things through or for help.”
She nodded, biting her lip as she did. He was taking her to task.
“As far as school goes, you’re almost finished. This is your last class before you earn your degree and I’d hate to see you have to repeat it again. Put it behind you, Amy. It’s time to move on and get started on your career rather than working at your parents’ shop and having your mom buy you clothes.”
“I know,” she said, glancing down at her hands.
“We have an appointment together on Monday morning with Professor Brown,” he said.
“Together?” she asked, cocking her head to the side.
“I spoke with him while you were in the shower.”
Amy knew they had talked privately about her before. Professor Brown was a friend of Cade’s father and Cade had grown up in the same neighborhood and was friends with the professor’s son. Amy opened her mouth to ask a question but just then, the waiter came with their salads. Once he was gone, Cade continued.
“I’d like for the three of us to understand exactly what we need to do to make sure you pass this class this semester.”
“I think I can handle it, Cade,” she said, trying to keep her a
nnoyance out of her tone but failing.
He raised his eyebrows. “I don’t think you have any more opportunities to screw up, Amy. He can decide you’re not worth tutoring and you need him right now. He’s already questioning whether or not you’re serious enough.”
She looked away, pushing the salad around with her fork. She had lied to him more than once and he had a right to want to be involved. She knew it.
“Ok,” she said, her eyes still cast down.
He smiled and touched his hand to her knee, squeezing a little until she looked up to meet his eyes. “It will be ok,” he said, smiling. “I promise.”
She bit her lip but guilt tugged at her belly. She’d let him down, even if he wouldn’t say it, she knew it.
“Can we go back to our conversation just before I got into the shower?” she asked.
“Fair enough. Go ahead.”
“You’ve done this before?” She glanced around. “Spanked women?”
“Mostly in play with girlfriends now and again. Nothing like what we did today though. Never as discipline.”
“What’s the difference?”
“There’s a big difference. We can explore that, maybe even play doctor,” he teased.
“Cade!” she said, blood rushing to her face, turning her red with embarrassment.
“Amy?” he began, his tone just a hair different. “Look at me.”
Did he miss anything? She concentrated on her salad, stuffing a big forkful into her mouth, unable to meet her husband’s gaze. He waited and once she had swallowed, he reached his hand down to his pocket and she braced herself for the vibration, tightening all her muscles when it began.
“Do you want to play doctor, Amy?” he asked, pushing the button to increase the vibration, his grin growing with her yelp. “I haven’t ever properly examined you, it’s true,” he whispered, winking and stopping the vibration just as one waiter came to clear their salad plates and another set their meals in front of them.
Amy slumped in her seat, her pussy on fire, wanting nothing other than release.
“I’m not really hungry anymore,” she said. “Can we go home?”
Cade cut into his meat and studied her while he chewed. “Are your panties wet, Amy?”
She nodded, swallowing.
“Go to the bathroom, take them off, and bring them to me.”
“Now?”
“Now.” He took another bite of his lamb chop. “This is delicious, by the way.”
“Cade…”
“Panties, Amy,” he said. “Naughty girls who want to play doctor don’t get to keep their panties on.”
She swallowed and rose slowly, but his hand on her wrist halted her before she was able to walk away.
“You don’t have permission to touch yourself,” he said, grinning.
She narrowed her eyes and leaned down to his ear. She kissed it once, then whispered, “You’re pure evil.” She then turned and went into the bathroom. There, she slipped into the first empty stall and slid her panties off, embarrassed at how wet they were. It took all she had not to touch herself and she quickly balled up her panties and returned to the table. He remained seated, watching her as she dropped them into his lap with a small smile before resuming her seat.
“Soaking,” he said, never taking his eyes from hers while he tucked them into his pocket. “You’re a dirty girl. Now finish your meal and we can go home.”
“I’m not really hungry anymore.”
“I bet, but you need to eat. Would it help if I…” With that, the plug inside her began to vibrate at a low setting. “Manage it, Amy. You can. Keep your legs separated, I don’t want you making yourself come in the middle of the restaurant. That would be inappropriate.”
She made a sound and picked up her fork, not sure at all how she was going to get through eating her whole plate.
Cade meanwhile watched her, his own plate finished, his knife and fork resting alongside one another on his dish. “Tell me something, did you touch yourself while you were in the bathroom?”
Amy chewed another forkful of pasta, not tasting a thing. “No, sir.”
“Good girl.” He watched her eat quietly and when she was about halfway through her plate, he said, “You can stop if you’ve had enough.”
Her fork clanked down to the plate and she was on her feet before he’d even finished his sentence. Cade raised his eyebrow at her but thankfully turned off the vibration and stood as well.
“I hate you right now,” she whispered when he took her elbow to walk her out.
“No, you don’t,” he whispered back before kissing the side of her neck, guiding her hand discreetly to the crotch of his pants, to the erection there. She glanced up at him to find him smiling down at her. He was as affected as she. “I took care of the bill while you were in the ladies’ room. Let’s get home.”
He settled her into the passenger seat and once his seatbelt was strapped, they headed home. The ride that would normally have taken them fifteen minutes took just under ten today. Once there, they couldn’t get inside fast enough and they didn’t make it past the living room where Cade pushed her over the back of the sofa and, with the vibrator on her plug at full speed, he fucked her pussy until, within moments, they both collapsed in orgasm.
Chapter Three
Monday morning, Amy and Cade walked into Professor Brown’s office. Amy’s palms were sweaty and she wiped them on her skirt as she took a seat before the professor’s desk. The men chatted comfortably while shaking hands, talking about some friends of Cade’s parents that Professor Brown knew.
She and Cade had talked about what needed to happen today and although she accepted that what she’d done was wrong, having to apologize to the professor while her husband watched, knowing a lecture would follow, made her more than a little anxious. She wondered if it would be easier if the two didn’t know each other or if Professor Brown were at least much older. As it was, he was in his early forties, and when he took a stern approach with her, it just felt more embarrassing than it might have from a man who looked like her dad.
But she didn’t have much time to think about it because the two soon sat down and turned to her, Professor Brown clearing his throat, his expression friendly, yet stern. She met his gaze and turned to Cade who reached out and squeezed her hand, reassuring her.
“Amy and I had a long talk this weekend, professor,” Cade said, then turned to Amy. “Why don’t you go ahead and tell him about it, Amy.”
She took a deep breath and turned to the professor. “I wasn’t really sick on Friday. I was scared about the test and so I lied to get out of taking it,” she said, lowering her lashes, picking at an imaginary piece of lint on her skirt. “I’m sorry, I just get very nervous when it comes to testing.” It was silent for a moment before she finally turned her gaze up to meet the professor’s, who now smiled kindly.
“Amy, I don’t know how many times I have to tell you this until you believe it, but you’re a smart girl with a great deal of potential and I hate to see you waste it.”
She nodded, feeling guilty. Cade remained silent, his hand still covering hers on her lap.
“Let me ask you a question,” Professor Brown began. “Do you want to be here? I understand your parents own a chain of bicycle shops that will, I imagine, be yours one day. Perhaps it’s a matter of interest? Perhaps you’d rather…”
“No, no, professor,” she began, interrupting him, her voice more firm. She knew what she wanted, that wasn’t the problem. “I want to work with neglected kids, teens especially, but I just, I…” She what? She couldn’t say what she thought out loud, could she? That she wasn’t good enough or smart enough—that they’d all find that out in time. How could she help anyone else when she couldn’t get her own act together? “I’m just not sure I’m cut out for this.”
“Amy…” Cade began, squeezing her hand. But he took a deep breath and turned his attention to the professor, his tone different when he spoke now, more stern, less flexible. �
��Amy and I have discussed this topic at great length. You and I both believe she can do this, it’s a matter of convincing her to believe in herself. I’m holding Amy accountable for her actions and we’ve already dealt with and discussed the consequences of skipping any more classes or tutoring sessions, and, most important, lying.”
“Cade…” she said, tugging at his hand, hoping he’d not go into greater detail.
“No, Amy. Both Professor Brown and I want what’s best for you and I think it will be good for all of us to lay our cards out on the table. Amy and I agree that at this point in her life, she requires firm guidance and discipline. I find she responds very well to this and should you ever need to get her attention, standing her in the corner for some time will prove quite effective, I believe.”
Amy gasped, her mouth falling open, her face burning with embarrassment. But when she dared a look at Professor Brown, he only glanced at her as if the notion of making her stand in the corner was a perfectly natural thing.
“Going forward,” Cade continued. “Amy will have a perfect attendance for classes and for tutoring sessions. If you have any concerns or problems, I’ll expect to be contacted and any necessary meetings will take place with me involved.”
Amy looked up at Cade, what she felt in that moment strange. Embarrassment was certainly at the top of the list at being treated, in a way, like a child. But at the same time, she felt more cared for than she ever had as a child. More loved and taken care of.
“You agree with this, Amy?” Cade asked, the look in his eyes tender.
She looked from one man to the other and finally back to her husband and nodded. “I do.”
“It takes a strong woman to be able to say when she needs help. To be able to give herself over when that help arrives. To be open to discipline,” Professor Brown interjected, his gray gaze steady on her, telling her he knew just what Cade meant when he said the words firm guidance and discipline.
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