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“Yes!”

And with that, Damien rose up, wrapped his one arm about her, lifted her up off the sidewalk and kissed her so damn hard as he swung her about. All the loneliness and fear of the week just slipped away, and she forgave him for his abrupt exit. It wasn’t like she knew what to make of their time together, of their relationship, and could hardly blame him for wantin’ to do his thing in private.

But when ‘his thing’ was really shoppin’ for a ring, tryin’ to find a way to surprise her, joy bubbled up within her, and into their kiss. It was electric, and when they finally parted, laughing and united once more, she knew that her life had just perfectly fallen into place.

Punished

The Innocent Tease - Book 1

Book Themes:

Barely Legal (18-year-old woman), Older Man/Young Woman, Spanking, Flogging, Religious Themes, Priest Sex, Oral Sex, and Creampie

Word Count:

8,071

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The schoolhouse stood as one of the oldest buildings in the center of town, a large wood structure that dominated the intersection of the dirt roads that led off down the country routes, towards farms in four directions. It was silhouetted by the forest behind, while in front of it was the local shops that provided just about all the town’s needs. Few people actually lived in the town itself; most were farmers out on their plots of lands, somewhat isolated from one another except when they gathered at the center.

Amy adored the schoolhouse though, it was her favourite place to be, for even though many of the other kids didn’t take it seriously, it was where she was exposed to worlds and ideas that just dazzled her.

That was why it was so hard to say goodbye.

She’d stayed longer than most of the other children, who mainly gave up the moment they were allowed to go back and work on the family farm full time. But she had graduated, and it’d be all official very soon.

It was her last day, and she had an appointment to meet with her teacher bright and early before class began.

Amy tugged up her tight, navy skirt, the pleated bottoms brushing against her mid-thigh. She was fit, her legs tanned and lean and far too long, the socks pulled up to her knees and black maryjanes scuffed and worn. Her white blouse was translucent, the outline of her simple white bra visible as her large breasts threatened to pop open the buttons.

Her bra offered no real support or comfort, other than hiding her chest from beneath her shirt, and she pulled on her navy jacket over her shoulders. That, too, didn’t fit well and wouldn’t button in front, but it was required as part of the uniform.

Besides, with as cold as that June had been, she needed the little extra warmth it provided.

Her brown hair was pulled back in a french braid, leaving her tanned face free of the wisps, her blue eyes all the more startling because of it.

She didn’t bother to wake her father from his slumber, as there was still frost in the air and he needed the extra sleep. Her breath curled from her lips, nipples stiffening beneath her blouse, so apparent from beneath her sheer bra.

Amy didn’t know what her teacher expected of her, but she hoped it was good news. News of a job, of a future. She couldn’t procrastinate any longer, not with her father getting up there in years and her mother passing two summers before.

She walked the five miles to school, watching as the sun crested over the forest, slowly illuminating the glittering world, and easing the chill in Amy’s body. She walked quickly, satchel slung around her back, as she listened to the birds wake and chirp their song.

When she arrived inside the schoolhouse, she found her teacher there. The dashing middle aged man was the finest bachelor in town, many said, and that was strange because he was well past the point he should have settled down.

With a pair of glasses perched upon his nose, and a thick head of blonde hair, he was always smiling. His strong jaw prominent as he glanced over at her, head lifted from his work the moment she entered.

She was cold, shivering a bit as she shut the door after her, grateful for the warmth as she set down her bag.

“Amy!” he exclaimed happily, rising up from his desk to come around and meet her. “Thanks so much for comin’ in early,” he said, his tweed jacket open, showing his crisp shirt and tie beyond. It was a simple outfit, which marked him as the town’s teacher as if that was even necessary in such a small place.

She lived in a town with only 400 other people, and most of them were farmers with rough hands and year round tans.

“Hey, Mr. Muran,” she smiled in return, her cheeks flushed from the early morning chill, walking towards his desk. He’d taught her for so long, since the next nearest town was over an hour away and there were so few students. It was glorified home schooling, but she wouldn’t have traded a minute of it.

Especially since she got to see him five days a week.

He reached out and clasped her hand in his, before he did a very peculiar thing and pulled her in for an embrace. It was a chaste sort of thing, proper, but all the same… to be pressed into his tall, hard body was an experience she had trouble complaining about.