by Carly Morgan
“Kaelia, get out here. I’m not reading them to you while you’re in there.”
“Can we go to the beach today?” Her voice was hopeful now, though she refused to leave the bathroom.
He let his head tip to the back of the cushions, exasperated. He wasn’t falling for that again. She had talked him into letting her have a little beach break from studying yesterday. That ‘little’ break had turned into two hours of surfing and three of sunbathing, which he had to admit, wasn’t all bad. With the other contestants tucked away studying, they had the beach to themselves, and they had dozed off together in the languid afternoon sun, before he had pulled her on top of him for an impromptu lovemaking session.
He smiled debauchedly at the thought, feeling himself stiffening all over again, the way her hips had felt in his hands as their pelvises rocked together to the sound of the ocean waves.
Callan quickly shoved the thought away, annoyed with himself. He was almost as bad as her.
“Young lady, get out here, right now.” He deepened his voice by several decibels in an attempt to sound as stern as possible. “Do not make me ask you again.”
“Oh, you’re no fun.” At least she flounced from the bathroom, walking along the back of the couch and throwing herself down in the chair across from him; legs hanging off the side as if it were a hammock. “Fine. Read me a question.”
But Callan’s eyes were too busy bulging out of his head to focus on anything but her. “What are you wearing?” he spluttered recklessly. Of course, he was used to seeing her half-naked practically all the time, but this… this was something different entirely.
“Do you like it?” she smiled enticingly. “Just a little something I found in the back of my closet.”
It was some kind of lingerie, sheer and delicate and white – an unusual color choice for her, all her bikinis were black. The off-the-shoulder babydoll chemise was see through, her pert breasts showing through it just beneath the embroidery of the neckline. His eyes wandered down her body to the panties, not a G-string as he might expect, but something fuller, the eyelash lace trim wrapped snugly around her thighs and ass. To top it off, she’d done her hair into a sexy half up-do, and painted her eyelashes in black and her lips in bright red, which stood out strikingly against her dark hair and the snowy lingerie. He imagined those lips, closing around his cock…
“Take it off.” His own voice interrupted his thoughts.
“Gladly.” She sat up mischievously, lowering the wide-cut sleeves of the top down over her breasts.
“No,” he blurted quickly. “I mean change. That is not appropriate study attire.”
She looked way too pleased with herself, moving from the chair to the couch to sidle close to him. “Why? Am I distracting you?”
“No,” Callan lied.
“So you’re saying this isn’t distracting?” She kissed his neck, and his arm instinctively wrapped around her waist and pulled her onto his lap. She felt so good, and the babydoll top and lacey panties were so inviting; he wanted to rip them wide open and let himself inside.
“Why do you gotta do this to me?” Now he was the one whining, his solidifying cock bulging against her thigh.
“Do what?” She played dumb, and he kissed her hard for it on the mouth, their teeth colliding and his tongue reaching down her throat. She returned it eagerly, pushing against him with her hips, grinding on top of his cock. He wrapped a hand in her hair and pulled, abruptly breaking their lip-lock, holding her head back with her neck cocked awkwardly to the side.
“We’ll get back to this later,” he promised, easing her off of his lap to the place beside him on the couch. “I need you to go over some of these questions.”
She sighed dramatically and leaned back against the armrest of the couch, stretching her smooth, slender legs across his lap. Her lipstick was smeared now, and her half up-do slightly askew, though somehow that only made her look better.
“If I hear one more of those stupid questions, my brain is going to burst into flames.”
Callan held his temples in his fingers, regarding her. How could she be so indifferent? The challenge was just a few days away, and at this point, she only got about one out of ten of the questions he read her right. She was good at geography; that much was a plus – her profession often brought her to more places than he’d ever been, and she often dove into a story when one of the questions involved some place she’d visited. She’d jumped off a cliff into freezing cold water in Switzerland, gone skinny dipping at midnight in Belize, eaten the most divine, melt-in-your mouth sushi in Japan.
“If you don’t start taking this seriously within the next thirty seconds, the only thing that’s going to be bursting into flames is your ass.” Callan decided it was time to pull out some motivational threats.
She scowled, catching the side of his thigh with her foot and pushing him with just a little too much force to be playful. He caught it, and they wrestled for a moment, his arms against her legs, until he finally held them still on top of his lap.
“Why do I have to study so much?” she cried, throwing her head against the armrest, practically hanging upside down. “Have you seen my competition lately? Half of them were born brain-dead and the other half ended up that way somewhere down the line. I got this.”
“That’s your line of defense?” Callan was incredulous.
“Better than studying,” she said with a dismissive shrug. How could she be so cocky? This was her freedom at stake here, and she seemed to believe she already had it in the bag when Callan was sure there couldn’t be anything farther from the truth.
“Kaelia, please.” He pulled her closer to him by the legs, so that her head came off the armrest and she was forced to look up at him. “I know you can memorize a lot of these questions, but you’re not trying.”
“I can’t do it,” she sighed. “I’m as good as I’m going to get, so why torture myself with all this studying?”
“No,” Callan wouldn’t let her sell herself short. “Look, it’s like a game, okay?” He flipped through the book, looking for a question. “Like this one: Who invented the telephone – it’s Alexander Graham Bell. You can remember it because a telephone makes a chiming sound, like a bell.”
She stared at him, slightly dumbfounded. “A phone doesn’t make a chiming sound. It makes a ringing sound.”
He closed his eyes for a moment, unsure if she was being serious or simply messing with him. “You need to stretch your imagination a bit to make the game work, okay?” He gave her the benefit of the doubt. “Look, here’s another. What branch of science studies insects? The answer is entomology. You can remember it because insects and entomology both have the second letter of N.”
“I bet no one else is actually reading this book,” she said absently, staring up at the ceiling. “I bet we’re the only idiots sitting inside all day, talking about bugs.”
Okay. Now he knew she was deliberately mocking him, and Callan had had enough. “Kaelia, if you can’t be a good girl and study, then you’ll go over my lap for a spanking. Is that what you want?”
She peeked up at him sharply. Good. He had her attention now. “If you spank me, does that mean I don’t have to study?”
“No,” he scoffed. “In fact, a sore bottom might help you learn better. What do you think?” She didn’t respond verbally, though her sulky expression was revealing enough to know she didn’t like the sound of it. “All right, then.” He concluded. “Sit up, pay attention, and stop giving me every reason in the world to redden your bottom.”
She pushed herself up broodingly by the elbows, and then clamped her chin down in her hands as she hunched over. Callan could already tell things probably weren’t going to be going so well for her sometime in the near future if she didn’t change her attitude.
“Fine,” she blustered. “Read.”
He thumbed through the book. He’d highlighted the questions they’d already gone over – the ones he was sure she knew. He read her one of those
now, what’s the largest bone in the human body, but she refused to answer, staring him down with her face full of dangerous defiance.
“Come on,” he prompted her. “I know you know this one. You knew it yesterday.”
“I. Forgot.” She spoke pointedly, her eyes a challenge, egregiously lying to him.
His own eyes narrowed. He leaned close to her, grabbing her arm. “Do you realize how much time you’re wasting by insisting on acting like a spoiled little brat?”
“I don’t want to do this,” she reiterated. “I can’t learn all these questions in three days. I told you, I’m useless.”
Callan sighed and set the book down on the coffee table. “Okay,” he said, and stood up. “I’ve had it. I’m done.”
He saw her face twist in surprise, though he wasn’t sure why – he had warned her he would spank her. Then he realized, she thought he was giving up. He nearly laughed out loud. As if he would do anything of the sort. Callan went to the bathroom and unhooked the bath brush from inside the shower. Then he opened the drawer for the bottle of lube and anal training device he had ordered a few days ago. He had had a feeling he was going to need them, and he’d been right.
He gained a large amount of satisfaction watching her face contort again when he returned, this time into fear. “What are you doing with that?” she exclaimed, as her eyes widened at the brush. She didn’t notice the smaller objects in his other hand at all.
“Well, I’m not scrubbing my back with it,” he jested. “I’m going to spank you with it. You know, I have a feeling your brain might be closely linked to the seat of your pants. Let’s find out.”
She scrambled backwards on the couch as he advanced towards her, suddenly completely alert. “But can’t you use your hand?” she said, her voice rising with distress. “Why with that?”
He set it down on the coffee table, the heavy woods knocking together, before turning back to her. “Because you’ve been giving me hell all morning, and now it’s your turn.”
He took his place back on the couch and got her arm in his hand, neatly flipping her over his lap as unceremoniously as if he were turning pancakes with a spatula. Her pair of rounded hillsides even sort of resembled two fluffy, fat pancakes. Too bad he was going to have to burn them.
“No!” she protested both verbally and physically, twisting on his lap as futile as if she were a feisty kitten grasped between his fist. Callan held her down roughly so she couldn’t move at all. He wasn’t in the mood for a wrestling match today.
“Hold still,” he barked, and she immediately quieted. Callan could feel her panic coursing through her almost as if it were a tangible thing. He knew she really didn’t like the bath brush. “You’re going to be still during your spanking today, or there’ll be more. Do you understand?”
She waited several seconds to answer him, and Callan knew she was struggling to find that submissive side of her she reserved only for him. “Yes, sir,” she finally relented, her voice so faint Callan barely heard it. He decided to let it pass, just this once.
Firmly, he lifted the hem of her babydoll chemise, folding it neatly at the small of her back. He caressed her bottom under his palm for several moments, as soft and supple as freshly polished leather. Her white panties were driving him wild. They were so adorable on her; the little bow on the top, the pattern, the lace, the way they fit perfectly along the fleshiest part of her glorious ass. It was almost a shame to take them off.
She whimpered in trepidation to feel him lowering them, tugging them from one side and then the other as he inched them down her buttocks and across her thighs. Her bare bottom looked heavenly peeking up at him from his lap, framed by the panties bunched around her thighs and the chemise folded at the small of her back.
Kaelia clenched her cheeks in nervous anticipation, and Callan knew she was alarmed by this change of routine. He usually let her keep her panties on at first while he warmed her bottom. But this time would be different. He caressed her bottom cheeks again, more roughly than before, squeezing and smashing them together so the meaty part bulged as if he were kneading bread dough.
“For being a bad little girl and refusing to study, I’m going to punish both parts of your bottom today,” he explained, spreading open her lovely cheeks. He almost groaned in bliss at the sight of her scrunched-up little bud. It had been so mind-blowingly gratifying when he had finally taken her there. He tapped the tiny crease with his middle and forefinger, letting her know there’d be more to come.
“Wh… whaa…” she started to ask. But he squirted her pink pucker with some lube, and she quivered in surprise from the cold.
“I’m going to fill your naughty little bottom with a nice, large plug while I spank you,” Callan explained, almost good-naturedly. “And to teach you to pay attention during study time, you can wear it the rest of the day.”
She let out a small yelp of surprise when he pressed the hard, bulbous tip of the cool steel plug to her defenseless bottom hole. “Ow!” she squeaked, as he began to slip it in, easing the tip back and forth in an attempt to gain entry. Her bottom had tightened up quite extraordinarily after her ass fucking several days ago, and couldn’t seem to take the plug. “Please, can’t you just spank me?”
He chuckled to himself, wondering where she got off telling him how he should punish her. “I think you’re a little confused on who’s in charge here.”
“It hurts…” she moaned, as he managed to insert the plug into her bottom until it reached the thickest part of the bulb. After that, her ass didn’t seem like it would open up anymore.
“Hold still.” He needed to forget easing the plug in gently. This was punishment, after all. Callan shoved ruthlessly against her resistance, and she let out a guttural shriek as the fattest part of the plug stretched apart her tough ring of sphincter muscle. After that, the plug tapered off again, and her bottom swallowed the rest of it almost eagerly, her now rather gaped hole sealing itself around the groove, designed specially as a means to keep the whole thing from going inside her.
Callan stared, almost in awe, that something that had been nothing more than a tiny fold a few moments ago had an object so large buried beneath it. Kaelia moaned and writhed over his lap, wiggling her cute little bottom cheeks in apparent distress at finding something lodged between them. Though it was clear she didn’t like it much, Callan actually found the sight of the base of the plug protruding from between her two plump cheeks rather captivating. The tip of the plug was bedazzled with a crimson jewel that winked at him whenever she shifted. He realized that soon the rest of her bottom would be the very same color. He leaned over her body and reached for the bath brush, and felt her stiffen when he touched the spanking-part of it lightly to her naked ass.
“I’m sorry.” Her voice was already tearful. Good. The plug was doing its job then. “I’ll study with you. I didn’t mean to be a bad girl before. I’ll be a good girl and study. I promise!”
Her pleading made his head fuzzy and his cock throb torturously. He would have to get this spanking over quickly, or else he was going to go mad from desire. He tried to get composure of his thoughts long enough to lecture her. It was difficult, to say the least, but he knew a scolding would really help the effects of the spanking sink in.
“I’m going to teach you to be a good girl, all right.” He wound his arm up and tested a couple practice swings, just barely touching the flat of the brush to her bottom each time. At such close proximity, he didn’t want to aim incorrectly and hit something he shouldn’t. “After a good, hard paddling with this brush, and with your bottom filled and stretched with a nice, big plug, you’re going to take our study sessions seriously from now on, won’t you?”
“Yes, sir,” she wailed loudly, already getting very worked up as she felt him tap her ass with the practice swings. “I’ll be good. I will!”
He couldn’t take anymore of her begging. It was making him want to throw her across the back of the couch and fuck her into senseless oblivion. But he coul
dn’t do that. Not while she still needed to be spanked. He brought the brush up one more time, and then he blasted her with it.
The next few minutes seemed to go by in a whirl of crying, kicking, and her bottom growing very, very red as he slammed the bath brush into her cheeks with little remorse. “You want to be a bad girl and blow off your studying?” he admonished her all the while, though he wasn’t sure how much she heard over the sounds of her own yelling and ass being demolished. “Well, this is what happens then. Bad girls get long, hard spankings! Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir!” she blubbered, and he knew she was struggling to keep up with what she was saying. But he also knew she knew better by now that it would only make things worse for herself if she didn’t answer accordingly.
“Until you can apply yourself to your studying, I’m going to be applying this brush to your naked behind. Don’t you let me hear you say you can’t do it! I know you can do it! You’re just slacking off! Do you understand me, young lady?”
“Ow… ooh… ohh…” she groaned grievously after every excruciating blow to her poor, pinkened bottom, which was much redder in the areas where he purposely let the brush fall over and over again. “Yes, sir! I understand, sir!”
Callan reduced the speed of her spanking, examining her scorched-looking cheeks with the jeweled butt plug poking out between them. A strong heat was radiating off her, and she was crying continuously now, instead of just when she felt the brush on her skin. The big, heavy bath brush had worked over the entirety of her ass very well, almost too well, but Callan wasn’t done with her yet. Tipping her at a steeper incline over his lap, he touched the brush to her thighs. It would hurt her much worse than on her bottom, but she needed to learn to take this seriously, and it’s not like anyone would have a chance to see the marks, with her up here studying anyway.
He felt her suck in a sharp breath to feel the brush tap against her smooth, tender thighs. A moment later, she was crying with a fresh wave of conviction as he spanked those creamy thighs until they were nearly as red as her bottom. She hollered and flailed and begged, though her words were indistinguishable from her moans of agony. She was also doing everything in her power to get away from her painful spanking, and had he been anyone else she would have very easily succeeded, but Callan held her down as easily as if she were a rag doll. He smiled to himself, remembering how there had been a time when she thought she was stronger than him.
