RosyCheeks

by Marianne LaCroix

  Rosy Cheeks

  Marianne LaCroix

  Vicki wants one thing for Christmas—Mr. Robertson. Sucking on a juicy red lollipop and dressed in a short plaid skirt, killer heels and pigtails, Vicki struts into his office, offering lip service to the straitlaced teacher in exchange for a passing grade in algebra. But he will not be bribed. In fact, her proposition earns her a spot over his knee and her skirt hiked up for one heck of a spanking. Before the night is through, Vicki learns several lessons at the capable hands of Mr. Robertson.

  An Ellora’s Cave Romantica Publication

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  Rosy Cheeks

  ISBN 9781419931598

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  Rosy Cheeks Copyright © 2010 Marianne LaCroix

  Edited by Raelene Gorlinsky

  Cover art by Darrell King

  Electronic book publication December 2010

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  This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental. The characters are productions of the author’s imagination and used fictitiously.

  Rosy Cheeks

  Marianne LaCroix

  Dedication

  For you. You know who you are.

  Acknowledgements

  Special thanks to my best friend and partner in adult store shopping, Annmarie Ortega, for lighting the fire under my butt to get back to writing.

  Thank you to my friends who never wavered in their support and encouragement: Devyn Quinn, Anya Howard, Samara King, Amber Green, Tracy Sprayberry, Shara Azod, Dana Frye, M.A. DuBarry, Michelle Nergard, and everyone in the Florida Panhandle Romance Writers RWA chapter in Tallahassee, Florida.

  Trademarks Acknowledgement

  The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of the following wordmarks mentioned in this work of fiction:

  Blow Pop: Charms Company

  Velcro: Velcro Industries B.V. Limited Liability Company

  Chapter One

  Vicki McClay paused outside the office door. Even now her body reacted in anticipation—her heart beat a rapid tattoo, her palms began to sweat and her pussy wept, dampening the crotch of her panties.

  She shook her head slowly, allowing her pigtails to swing back and forth. Her cherry-red lips curled into a smile as she gazed down at her outfit—a short red plaid skirt, a sheer white blouse she left unbuttoned but tied under her breasts to give an ample view of her red satin push-up bra. She wore white thigh-highs with little red bows at the top and red patent platform heels.

  The naughty schoolgirl. Vicki intended to play the part to get what she wanted for Christmas this year—Mr. Robertson.

  Lifting a cherry Blow Pop to her lips, she licked the sweet surface. She closed her eyes and imagined his eyes watching her as she slowly ran her tongue over the top as if it were the tip of his cock. If her little outfit didn’t make him lose his cool, her suggestively licking the lollipop would for sure.

  Clutching an algebra textbook to her chest along with her notebook, she lifted her hand and knocked on his door.

  She heard nothing from inside his office but the soft sound of Bing Crosby singing Silver Bells.

  Taking a deep breath, she knocked again.

  “Come in,” he said from the other side of the door.

  Vicki smiled, turned the knob, and pushed open the door.

  His office was small but cozy. His desk, a richly dark-stained oak, dominated the space and behind his desk was a wall of shelves lined with books. On the desk were piles of papers, a small desk lamp, a wide LCD computer screen and keyboard. Ordered chaos. A worn black leather couch sat opposite the desk. Piles of thick books were stacked on each side of the couch as makeshift end tables where small lamps illuminated the room with a soft glow.

  Mr. Robertson sat at his desk typing on the keyboard, and then glanced at her. He immediately stilled. His eyes widened and his mouth dropped open a moment. He composed himself quickly and cleared his throat. “Miss McClay, this is an unexpected pleasure.”

  Gabriel Robertson was an older man and yet the age gap made no difference to her. Vicki wanted him. Her breath caught at the sight of him, especially when she spotted him jogging in the morning. As a former Marine he kept an exercise regimen to stay fit and strong. Watching his toned legs move with grace and power, she wanted to tackle him to the ground, but she opted for a few moments of self-pleasure instead to ease her sexual restlessness.

  He appeared very much like a straitlaced professor or an accountant, complete with dark-rimmed glasses and salt-and-pepper hair. Quiet by nature, he was viewed by the world as reserved and scholarly, but Vicki knew there was much more to Mr. Robertson than his academic façade.

  The quiet ones kept their kinky side hidden well. Beneath the starched oxford shirt, nerdy glasses and sensible shoes was a kinkster, a man who knew about bondage tape, nipple clamps and Wartenberg wheels.

  “Am I disturbing you?” she asked, closing the door behind her with a soft click.

  He cleared his throat once again, obviously in an attempt to find composure.

  She lifted the lollipop to her mouth and licked the surface with a slow swipe of her tongue.

  He adjusted his tie. “Uh…no, it’s all right. What did you need?”

  She handed him her notebook. “I’m not entirely sure what to do with these problems.”

  He read over the homework with a quick glance. “You didn’t even try to work out these problems.”

  “I was hoping you could help me. You know, be my personal tutor?”

  A dark brow rose above his eye. “Is that why you’ve come here dressed that way? To get tutoring with algebra?”

  She cocked her head, making her pigtails swing a little. “What’s the matter with what I’m wearing? Don’t you like it, Mr. Robertson?”

  He stood and towered over her.

  She licked the tip of her lollipop and then smiled. “Do you think you can tutor me…one-on-one?”

  “Only if you are willing to learn.” His voice sounded tight, controlled.

  She moved closer, brushing her satin-covered breasts against him. “I’m willing to learn whatever you want to teach me.”

  He stared down at her face a moment then nodded. “Good. Glad to hear that because you’ve a lot to learn. More than you think.”

  “Oh?” She pressed even closer to his body.

  He stepped back and loosened his tie. “I suggest you behave yourself, Miss McClay. You’re tempting me to teach you much more than algebra.”

  She sighed. “Quite frankly, I’m not sure tutoring will help get my grades up.” She moved to the desk and set down her textbook. “However, I’m willing to discuss a possible…arrangement.”

  “Such as?”

  “Well, I thought maybe if I give you something, then per
haps I could pass the class.”

  “Give me something? Sounds like a bribe.”

  “Oh no, not a bribe…more like a service.” She lifted one leg onto the desk chair, giving him a generous view of her red lace panties. She reached down and ran her fingertips over her barely covered cleft. “Call it lip service, Mr. Robertson,” she purred in a low, husky voice.

  Removing his tie, he tried to maintain composure, but her offer intrigued him judging by the telltale bulge in his pants.

  She started moving her fingers up and down over her pussy. “I think about sucking your cock. I think about it a lot. I want to suck on you very much, Mr. Robertson. I thought maybe if I sucked your cock and made you come, I could get a B.”

  He paused. “And to get an A?”

  She gently bit her bottom lip. “You can finish in my mouth,” she offered in a meek voice.

  He waited a moment then asked, “Spit or swallow?” His tone was hard and unwavering.

  She tilted down her face. “I can try to swallow. To be honest I’ve never done this before. I may need a little guidance in how to give good head and then swallow.”

  “Hmm…of course.” He chuckled. “Tell me, how many of your teachers have you made this offer to?”

  “None.”

  He fell silent.

  She waited for his reply then dared to gaze at his face without lifting her head. He held his glasses in his hand and studied her with his cool, calculating eyes.

  Then he broke the silence and asked, “Why me? What makes me so special?”

  “Well, I…” she stammered, “I find you incredibly sexy. You turn me on so much, I can’t help myself and sometimes I touch myself while thinking about you. I reach down between my legs and slide my fingers over my clit, wishing you’d touch me there.” She closed her eyes and moved aside the lace and dipped a finger into her juices. He grabbed her hand and pulled it away.

  “You’re a very bad girl. Do you think you can pass my class by offering sexual favors?” He held her arm in a firm but not bruising grip. He grasped her other forearm and with his tie, he bound her wrists together. “I think you deserve to learn a new lesson tonight. One you will remember every time you sit down.”

  “No, please,” she begged. “Wait, I can explain.”

  “No need to explain. I understand perfectly.” He led her to his chair, sat and pulled her over his lap. “You’re a naughty girl who doesn’t do her homework and tries to get out of it by trying to seduce her teacher. Well, it won’t work. Not with me.”

  He lifted her short skirt and ran his hand slowly over the curve of her ass, one cheek at a time. Then he gave her behind a firm swat. She gasped at the sting and wriggled on his lap.

  “Move out of position, little girl, and I will start over again.”

  She instantly stilled, not wanting to add on more of—

  Slap!

  “Ow!” She squeezed her eyes shut and held her bound wrists to her forehead.

  Slap!

  She winced but remained still.

  Slap!

  Slap!

  Slap!

  After ten swats to her buttocks she hoped he would stop, but then he caressed the warm flesh he’d spanked. She moaned. Her skin burning with increased sensitivity, his hand smoothed over her reddened ass, driving her wild. Then he eased his hand down to her wet pussy and slid a finger through her moist folds. Oh yes, yes, yes!

  “You’re very wet.” He pushed a finger into her slit and he moaned. “Yes, you have the potential to be my favorite student, but not yet. You need to learn your lesson to never try to bribe me again.”

  “Yes sir,” she stammered as he removed his finger.

  Slap!

  She flinched in his lap.

  “Be still, little girl. I’m warning you for the last time.”

  “Yes sir.” So on edge…so ready to explode, she bit her bottom lip.

  Slap!

  She inhaled sharply.

  Slap!

  At twenty he stopped and caressed her rapidly heating rump with a gentle hand. Her skin was so sensitive, she fought to suppress her moans at his touch. He tested her wetness once again and she nearly came right then.

  “No, you can’t come yet,” he said, sensing her eagerness to climax. “This was only a warm-up. You have yet to receive your punishment spanking,” he said, stilling his fingers deep within her cunt.

  Warm-up? There was more? She shuddered to think how much worse this punishment spanking could get. Damn, she needed to come.

  He helped her off his lap and she whimpered softly in his arms.

  For a moment, he faltered. “You all right?” he asked in a gentle voice.

  She nodded and leaned into him, needing to feel his closeness. He held her tenderly a moment then guided her to his desk.

  In a commanding tone he said, “You’ve been such a bad girl, and now that your ass has been warmed up properly, it is time for your punishment.”

  He eased her forward over his desk, careless of his papers scattered about the surface. She balanced on her elbows as she rested on the desktop. Her breasts pressed to the desk surface, she held her breath, waiting. Her ass presented for his spanking pleasure, she felt completely vulnerable and unable to move away. Eager to answer his commands, she remained still, wanting nothing more than to please this dominating man. His strength and power made her shiver with want and her pussy cream in pure sexual anticipation.

  He lifted her skirt once again, but this time he pulled away the lacy panties covering her moist pink center. She gasped at his touch and her cunt clenched. Oh please… Touch me, take me. Fuck me and make me yours.

  As the lace fell to her ankles, he instructed sternly, “Step out of your panties, little girl, and move your feet apart. I want to see that pussy.”

  Vicki burned for his touch. If he swiped a finger over her taut clit, she would surely shatter. When her labia gaped open, she groaned. The air caressed her wet center and she sobbed.

  He moved directly behind her and she shivered in fearful anticipation. Tears burned her eyes when he commenced more punishment upon her buttocks. Every few strikes he’d stop and move his palms over her heated cheeks.

  “Beautiful,” he stated, “Nice and warm. We’re getting there. Not quite the shade of red I want, but beautiful just the same.” Then he dipped his fingers into her cunt and she cried with a mixture of delight and frustration.

  “Very wet. Very good, little one. I’m pleased.” He slowly removed his fingers.

  Tears ran down her face, and yet she was so turned-on, aflame for more.

  Then he spread her labia wide and licked the length of her slit. She shrieked at the pure pleasure of his mouth upon her slick flesh. He grazed his teeth over her clitoris and then ran his tongue back and forth over the sensitive surface.

  Oh yes! Yes! “Lick me. Yes…oh yes.” She panted and her hips moved in rhythm to his tongue’s seductive dance over her clit.

  Too much. Much too much. The climax started without warning within her core and the spasms erupted and radiated through her body. He licked at her center, lapping at her honey, and she cried out in ecstasy. Her body convulsed in a rapturous surrender as she ground her pussy against his mouth, hungry for him to draw out her release. He grabbed her hips and pressed his tongue into her channel, feasting and drinking. Her body hummed, riding out the euphoric sensations he had created.

  As the spasms eased, he pulled away. His smoothed his hands over each reddened globe of her ass and she sighed in delight.

  Whack!

  She jumped.

  “I didn’t give you permission to come, little girl.”

  She gasped. “But—”

  Whack! “No excuses. You didn’t follow my instructions. I see you haven’t learned your lesson yet.”

  She began to cry again, her tears dampening the tie about her wrists. “I’m sorry. I couldn’t help it. It felt so wonderful.”

  Whack! “I didn’t give you permission to speak either. You nee
d to learn to respect your teacher.”

  Breathless, she waited. There was more. He wouldn’t let her come without permission lightly.

  He ran his hand over a buttock. “Do you need to learn respect, little girl?” He paused then added, “You may speak.”

  She hesitated then answered, “Yes.”

  Whack!

  She flinched.

  “Yes what?”

  Between her sobs, she replied, “Yes sir.”

  “Much better. Now, to teach this next lesson in respect, you need a bit more than just my hand spanking your ass.”

  Chapter Two

  Mr. Robertson moved away and Vicki held her breath, listening intently to him moving about the room. A drawer slid open and he rummaged through the contents then closed it with a thump.

  She held her breath waiting for the sting of his first strike.

  Smack!

  She jumped and tears streamed down her face once again.

  “It’s always handy to keep a good wooden ruler close by for errant pupils.” Smack!

  Smack! He swatted her right buttock twice…then once more. Smack!

  “Do you wish to add more to your punishment, little girl?” he asked, pausing in his ministrations.

  “No sir. No I don’t,” she cried.

  “Then thank me for each strike.”

  Smack!

  She flinched, but through her tears she said, “Thank you sir.”

  Smack!

  “Thank you sir.”

  He continued focusing on one buttock at a time. “You truly upset me by pulling this stunt. Offering a blowjob for a good grade.” Smack! The ruler slapping her left buttock paired with her quiet sobbing resounded within the room.

  After ten swats per buttock with the ruler, he caressed her burning ass with his cool hand. Despite the stinging pain of his punishment, Vicki was once again straining for release, wishing he’d fuck her with his fingers or his cock—as long as she hit orgasm, she didn’t care how.