She sighed and relaxed against his lap just as he pinned her mid-back with one hand and smeared the lotion over her ass cheeks with the other. If she thought he was being nice, she didn’t know him very well.
He rubbed it in more thoroughly, and a second later she hissed and started to squirm.
“Stop, stop! It’s making it sting worse!”
“Yes, I know, little girl. Just because the strapping is done doesn’t mean your punishment is over.”
“But it stings!” Her bottom turned redder, if that was possible. He ran gentle fingers over the redness. Everly squirmed and bucked, pressing her legs together and trying to get away from the sensation.
“You’re a jerk!” she hollered at him, wriggling and glaring at him over her shoulder.
“Usually,” he agreed.
He held her there and watched her process the sting, pleased by every plaintive whine and movement. Her panties had slid all the way off, and he coaxed her to spread her legs so he would have a more interesting view of her pretty pussy and the little pucker of her asshole.
“Come on, princess. Get up on my desk, and we’ll see if there’s something you can do to improve your grade.”
Chapter Nine
“That punishment wasn’t enough?” Heart sinking, she climbed off his lap and winced.
He helped her up onto the desk, but sitting right now was the last thing she wanted to do. Her ass was on fire and she didn’t like the wolfish grin on his face.
“No, no. That was your punishment for what happened before. Now you need to pay up.”
Everly tried to read his expression, but came up blank. The man had a good poker face. She just hoped there wasn’t more of that evil lotion. “What do you have in mind, Sir?”
Ambrose didn’t answer, but slowly unbuttoned her blouse, exploring every bit of skin he exposed with his fingers and mouth. He sucked on her clavicle, bit her shoulder, kissed her neck, until she was breathless.
“But, Professor! What are you doing?”
“Tasting you.” He stripped off her top, unfastened her bra¸ threw them both on the floor, and shoved her down onto her back. The skirt was next.
So much for staying in costume for him. She’d gotten the right response though. The strapping had felt a little extreme at the time, but the way he’d made her take it, and the stinging heat it left now, were conspiring to make her want to submit deeper to him. But making it easy just wasn’t her style. She hid her breasts with her arm, and her pussy with her hand, and looked at him coyly. “But how is my being naked going to help?”
He reached into the desk drawer again, and Everly just managed to avoid craning her neck to see what was next.
She’d hated the damn strap. Almost enough to orgasm.
Running and hiding was an option, but he hadn’t done anything she wasn’t secretly okay with. Yet.
Ambrose thumped a bottle down on the desk beside her. Massage oil? He opened the bottle, and she caught the faint scent of coconut.
“No more lotion!” She tried to dart away, but he caught her with an arm around her waist.
“Shh,” he whispered in her ear. “This won’t hurt you. I promise. It’s coconut oil.”
Reluctantly, she let him steer her back to the desk. “But how is that going to help me earn a better grade, Professor? Do you have a crick in your neck you need me to fix?”
“I’ll give you a crick in the neck.” He smiled and wrapped a gentle hand around her throat.
Even though he was making a dumb joke, the feeling of it made her shudder, and her eyelids flitted closed.
“Are you mine?” he whispered in her ear.
Her breath caught. “Yes, Master.” Was this part of the role-play?
He hummed with satisfaction and bit her ear just enough to send sparks of lust through her.