Slowly he smoothed his palm over one ass cheek and then the other. “Your ass all red and warm is very beautiful.” He traced a finger down her crack to her weeping pussy. “Mmm… Yes, you are on your way to pleasing your teacher well.”
Vicki moaned at his touch. When he pushed two fingers deep inside her cunt, she gasped with a soft squeal.
“Yes, I think you are ready.”
Oh yes, fuck me. Fuck me NOW!
“You’re ready to do your homework.”
Her heart sank and she groaned with disappointment. He removed his fingers and whacked her across both nether cheeks. “Don’t brat, little girl. You’ll do your homework—bent over my desk, your beautiful red ass in the air and your pussy screaming for me to fill it. Now,” he continued, “you will do your homework and I’ll help you. However, you must stay focused or I will start over with your punishment. I’d like nothing more than to make your ass glow red well into the new year.”
She blindly agreed and he untied her wrists. As she wiped away her tears, he placed her homework notebook and pencil before her. It took her a few moments to focus, and meanwhile he continued to run his hands over her buttocks in tender admiration.
He’d spanked her, and she liked it. And now he touched her like a cherished lover. Of course his caressing her sensitive ass was a challenge to her ability to focus until he spoke—punctuated with a slap of the ruler on her right buttock.
Smack! “Question number one. Read it aloud.”
She took a deep breath and read the problem. Step by step she worked out every problem he’d assigned. As she figured the answers, he continued to caress her burning cheeks with his cool hands. Then on the last two problems, he kissed her hot skin. Focusing on working out slopes and intercepts was difficult with him lovingly kissing her buttocks.
On her last problem she faltered when he ran his tongue down her crack and rimmed the puckered hole of her anus.
“What is the y-intercept?” he asked then licked her anus once more.
“Oh…uh…if…oh…y equals…m times x…oh yes…mx plus b…then the y-intercept…oh—”
He pushed two fingers into her cunt and rubbed the erect clit straining for his touch. He continued to tease her anus with his tongue and she quickly raced for climax, but he was too in tune with her body. He stilled and removed his fingers.
Frustrated and on edge she pleaded, “Please let me come. You’re torturing me. I have to come. I can only take so much.”
Smack! Her answer was a sharp swat on her left buttock with the ruler. “Is that sass I’m hearing?” Smack! “You know better than that.” Smack! “A damn shame. You did very well with your homework.” Smack! “You force me to make sure you never sass me again.” Smack! “You are to respect me, little girl. Respect me and you will be rewarded.” Smack!
Crack!
His last swats were much more forceful than any other. She fought to remain still, to keep her hands from reaching back and trying to stop him. Surely if she did, more punishment would result, possibly a repeat of every strike she’d gotten already.
But then the ruler broke.
He cursed softly and she sniffled. Daring to glance back, she turned her head to see him unbuckle his belt and pull the leather from his pant loops.
Fresh tears stung her eyes and he stopped, meeting her gaze with hot, raw desire. “Ready to learn respect for your teacher?” he asked as he folded the leather belt in his hand.
She couldn’t hold back her emotions welling within her. She cried without reservation, her once-perfect makeup now streaked down her face with tears. “Yes sir.”
He raised the belt and swung the leather down upon her ass with a loud snap.
She squealed in pain and fought to remain still as her sobs grew louder and uncontrolled.
Snap!
Snap!
Snap!
One buttock received five strikes, then he repeated on her other buttock. After the ten he stopped and ran his hands over her cheeks. She jumped at his touch, his hands cool and soothing to her burning-hot flesh.
She continued to cry, praying this punishment would end. Spanking with his hand was erotic, exciting, and completely sensual. The belt on the other hand…
Snap! He struck the back of her thigh with the belt.
Snap!
Two strikes to her left thigh then two to the right. Then he repeated two more to the left and two to the right.
The belt, on the other hand, was definitely punishment!
Ten to the back of her thighs and she begged for mercy through her tears. “Please. Please, I beg you. Forgive me. Please. I can’t take any more.”
He paused and took a step closer and touched her damp face. He stroked her cheek and whispered to her to calm and relax. Punishment was over.
“I should give you more with my belt,” he started, “but I think you may have learned your lesson. And now for working through your homework, I want to give you a reward.”
She pressed her cheek toward his touch and kissed his palm.
In a gentler tone he asked, “What sort of reward do you want, little Vicki?”
It was the first time all evening he’d used her name. Her heart sped and she smiled. “Please, Mr. Robertson. Fuck me. Let me come around you. I want you inside me.”
He gently traced her cheek with his fingertips. “I’m going to fuck you and make you scream when you come.”
She closed her eyes and sighed. “Yes sir. Please fuck me and make me yours.”
The sound of his fly zipper echoed in the room. “Damn right, little Vicki. You’re mine to fuck.”
She heard his pants fall to the floor in a heap. “However,” he said as he guided her hips into position, “you will not get preferential treatment in the classroom.” He slid his cock through her slick folds, her juices coating its bulbous head. “Your bonuses will only be given in private.”
With that he pushed his cock into her wet entrance and she cried out in delight.
Slap! He spanked her right buttock with a stingy smack. She screeched, only for him to swat her again.
“You like having a spanking, don’t you, little Vicki?” he asked as he retreated then pushed his length back inside her.
She moaned at the glorious feel of his cock within her. Her vaginal walls clamped about his thickness, sucking him deeper inside her body.
Slap! “Answer me!”
A gush of her juices ran around his cock. She moaned in ecstasy.
He grasped a pigtail and tugged slightly. “You want to be my little cum slut, don’t you?”
“Yes sir.” Her buttocks screamed in pain, but it didn’t decrease her excitement. In fact, she was turned-on more than ever.
Slap! “Yes sir what?”
Her sobs increased and her breathing labored with sexual arousal, she answered in gasps, “Yes sir…I like you spanking me and making me your slut.”
He tugged her hair again and continued the slow advance and retreat of his cock in and out of her. “Why?” he asked in a demanding tone.
“Because…I like your hands on my ass…you pulling on my pigtails…you bending me to your will.”
As he slowly fucked her cunt, he spread her cream over her puckered anus and gently caressed the sensitive opening.
Vicki lost clear thinking as he circled her anus with his lubricated fingertip, drawing out her approaching release. If only he’d move faster, press into her harder…
Slap!
She jumped with a yelp. His cock stuffed deep inside her and his one hand still holding a pigtail and his other hand on her hip, guiding her body against his, she was ready to explode.
“I’m going to fuck you hard, slut. Fuck you and make sure you remember who you answer to. You are my cum slut. Mine.” He quickened his pace and released her hair to grasp both her hips to better grind his pelvis against her. He pumped faster, ramming into her wet center, driving into her with a wild need, and she was lost to his savage claiming of her body.
; She panted and moaned with no restraint. She clutched the edge of the desk, stilling her body from sliding forward with his powerful thrusts.
“Yeah baby. Hold on to my desk while I fuck you,” he said in a husky, sex-hazed voice.
With all her might she held on to the desk, enjoying each thrust of his cock. He rhythmically pumped into her sheath, his girth filling her, stretching her channel.
She wanted to come. She was close to surrendering her body once again to his mastery. But he hadn’t given permission for her to climax. She’d been punished once already for disobeying him. She wanted to please him, show her submission to his will.
He commanded her body, and she was lost. Her juices flowed about his cock, and sounds of flesh buried in flesh filled the room along with her low sobbing. She had to hold off her climax.
She had to.
For him.
She’d submitted her body for his pleasure and she needed more. Use me. Please use me. I want to please you, Master.
His thrusts became more powerful and quicker in pace. He grunted with each push of his cock into her. Then he grasped a pigtail and pulled gently, “Don’t you come yet, slut. This is for my pleasure, not yours.”
He pushed the tip of his thumb into her anus and she yelped. The pressure, the wonderful painful pressure…
She couldn’t resist and her body erupted into a spasmodic climax. Screaming in tempo with each beat of her orgasm, she lost awareness to everything but the euphoria washing over her entire body—and Mr. Robertson’s triumphant yell as he poured warm semen deep into her cunt.
Once his breathing quieted, he pulled his limp member from her. “I told you not to come,” he finally said, breaking the silence within the room. “What do you have to say for yourself?”
Afraid to move from her position lying on the desk, she bent her head and wept. “I’m so sorry, sir.”
“And?” he insisted.
She sniffled as more hot tears rolled down her face. “I’m a very bad girl for not listening to your instructions, sir.”
“This is the second time you disobeyed me tonight. You were already spanked for your first mistake. I think you need something more than a red ass to teach you this lesson in obedience.”
She lowered her head to the desk, her forehead lying upon the wrinkled paper of her notebook.
“I think a few more swats to the back of your thighs might help. Or maybe a few to the inside of your thighs.”
Vicki bit her lip, suppressing a moan of delight. Damn, she was masochistic to the core. Her body screamed in pain, but her pussy remained ever ready to be sent over the edge. She liked it rough. She wanted the pain. Only through the pain could she find pleasure, and she was far from ready for him to stop now.
“No, I have a better way to make an impression on you to follow my instructions more closely.” He reached for her forearm and she released the edge of the desk as he guided her to stand.
Instinctively she turned to him and clung to him. Still in his shirt, she grasped onto the soft fabric and wept. He held her close and stroked her head with a tender caress.
“Are you all right?” he asked in a quiet voice filled with concern.
She nodded her head, not moving away from his embrace. “I’m okay.”
He held her tightly for a few moments then took her hand to lead her to the door of his office where black straps hung down from the top corners. He lifted her arms and moved her back to the door. There he secured one wrist and then the other in restraints. Then he bent down and wrapped a restraint around each ankle.
The cool surface of the door soothed the burning heat of her rear, and she leaned back against the door and closed her eyes with a sigh. Bound, she was completely at his mercy…and never so turned-on.
Chapter Three
“I think it is time we got rid of your clothes, my dear.”
She opened her eyes to meet his cool blue gaze. Behind the icy crystals lurked a hot-blooded lover enjoying his power and control over her. His strength made her weak in the knees and her pussy clenched with a need to be filled.
“First thing to go is this little blouse.” His fingers brushed the skin of her abdomen as he slowly untied the small knot in the too-tight shirt. It had served its purpose to accentuate her generous breasts encased in satin and lace.
Once the knot was released, he spread open the white blouse to further expose her generous breasts. His eyes fastened upon her voluptuous curves as he reached for tantalizing softness. Testing their weight within his palms, he moaned. “You have beautiful breasts.” He ran his thumbs over the tips and her nipples sprang to attention beneath his touch.
Juices flowed from her pussy and she unconsciously moved her hips in a sensual rhythm. No, she had nowhere near enough of him. She craved him like no other. Only he could make her so wet by a gentle stroke of his thumbs over her nipples. Hell, he made her wet with one look from his bedroom blue eyes.
He reached up and released one wrist, but not for long. “I don’t want to ruin this lovely red bra you have on,” he said with a touch of humor. “I was tempted to cut it from your body.” He eased one arm out of her blouse and bra, revealing the naked beauty of a breast. He dipped his head and laved the taut nipple and she whimpered as she threaded her fingers through his hair. He nibbled and licked the hard point and her pussy gushed with wetness.
Releasing her nipple, he leaned away and caught her free arm. He lifted her arm above her head and restrained her wrist once again. Then he released her other wrist and lowered her arm to remove her blouse and bra, allowing them to fall to the floor. He caught her newly exposed breast with his mouth and feasted on her nipple.
She wanted to hold his head to her breast, but he held her wrist within his grip. Once he’d perked her nipple to the desired tightness, he lifted her arm back over her head and refastened the restraint about her wrist.
Bound to the door, clad only her heels, thigh-highs and skirt, Vicki felt completely vulnerable to his will. She closed her eyes and awaited his next move. Would he lick her cunt or fuck her as she stood helpless to resist? As if she could deny him anything he desired.
Then he curled his fingers into the waistband of the skirt and pulled, the ripping of the Velcro closure echoing in the room along with the soft strains of Christmas carols still playing from his computer.
Now she was exposed. And definitely vulnerable.
“Still want to bribe me with a blowjob?”
She lifted her head and opened her eyes. He stood before her stripped of his clothes and holding his erect penis in one hand. He slowly moved his hand up and down the length, and her mouth went dry as a clear drop of pre-cum oozed from the tip.
She licked her lips. “Yes sir, I do want to taste you.”
“But do you want to give me a blowjob for a good grade, or because you want to have my cock in your mouth?”
She couldn’t look away from his thick member. “I want to taste you because I want to please you.”
He smiled. “Good answer, little Vicki. You’re learning well.”
“Thank you, sir.”
He ran his gaze over her entire body. “So incredibly beautiful,” he mused in a whisper. Then he lifted his eyes to hers and smiled. “I have something for your lovely breasts. Call it a Christmas present. Would you like to have it now?”
Her heart leapt in her chest. “Yes sir. I would love to.”
He stepped to his desk, seemingly unaware of his nakedness, and reached into a drawer to pull out a box. He strode back to her and showed her the gift. He lifted the top to reveal two tweezer-style clamps. Attached to each silver clamp was little silver bell.
“You bought those for me?” she asked, her heart racing faster with happiness.
He placed the box on a nearby table and then lifted one rubber-tipped clamp. He said nothing as he dangled the clamp before her and then leaned forward to lick her nipple into a hard nub once again. Once satisfied, he clipped the clamp to a nipple, and she gasped in deligh
t at the pinch. He teased her nipple to a point before attaching the silver clamp. Once both were secure about her nipples, he tapped the side of one breast to make them both sway, ringing the tiny silver bells.
“Nothing says Christmas like rosy cheeks and silver bells,” he quipped and then hummed the classic song.
Meanwhile Vicki was in agony. The clamps excited her, closing about her flesh tightly with pleasurable pain. She groaned in frustration. Her pussy ached with need, her juices running down her inner thigh.
“Now, little Vicki, are you ready to obey?”
She nodded. “Yes sir.”
“I have something in my desk I think you will enjoy.”
Lost in the haze of lust and building desire, she was remotely aware of him searching another drawer for a second surprise.
Again he stood before her in his nakedness and she marveled at his form—wide shoulders, toned arms and powerful thighs. His chest was dusted with dark hair mixed with gray with a dark line descending to the nest at his groin, perfectly framing his long, thick cock, erect and ready.
In one hand he held a silver vibrating egg and in the other he held a wireless remote.
Oh no. She raised her eyes to meet his gaze. “What are you going to do?” Fear shot through her to the core. There wasn’t any way she could withstand a vibrator and fight off a climax.
He smiled devilishly. “I’m going to put this egg inside that pretty pussy of yours and start cranking up the speed.”
“I’ll come,” she said breathlessly.
“The point isn’t to resist orgasm.”
“No?”
He shook his head. “No.” He crouched down and his face level with her pussy, he leaned in and inhaled a long breath. “Ahh, so sweet.” He touched the cleft of her mound with his tongue and she moaned. He kissed her clit and suckled a moment then pulled away. “Yes, very sweet.”
Vicki pulled at her wrist restraints, wishing she could clutch his mouth to her aching clit.
Then he ran the cool, smooth egg through her folds, lubricating the surface with her own honey. As he pushed the egg up into her channel, he said, “I want you to come as much as you want.”
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