Bad Teacher

“You were being an ass. Of course, I had to return the favor.” I take a deep breath. “Any girl with guts would’ve done the same.”

At first, his gaze only intensifies, but then the right side of his mouth tips up into a smile. “And that’s exactly why it’s impossible for me to stay away.”

I take a step toward him, but his rumbling voice makes me stop in my tracks. “Wait. You teased me, Hailey. Toyed with me past my limits. Now, it’s my turn.” His tongue darts out to wet his lips. “Strip for me.”

For a second, I hesitate, but then I drop my bag to the floor and roll up my dress. He wants me to prove how much I still want this? I’ll show him. He thinks I’ve given up because he’s been an asshole to me, but I haven’t. He’s the only solid thing in my life right now, besides Lesley, and I’m not giving it up that easily.

And from the look on his face, I can tell he’s not ready to give it up either, despite his earlier claims. He’s hungry … biting his lip at the sight of my bra and panties. His cock bounces up and down the moment my bra drops to the floor, and again when I lower my panties and kick them away.

His eyes wander across my body, lavishly taking in my naked skin as if he’s savoring the moment. I feel exposed, almost ashamed of being naked. But the smile on his lips makes all my insecurities disappear.

“On your knees,” he says with a gritty undertone.

I do what he asks, slowly but surely, still not completely convinced of his dominance over me, even though I know full well what kind of effect he has on me.

He pulls away his shirt and slides it off his shoulders, dropping it on the floor. The chiseled body that appears is nothing short of magnificent. I can’t even look away as he grabs something off the table beside the couch and walks toward me. Only when he’s right in front of me do I notice the item in his hand. My eyes widen as he shows it to me, smirking.

“I’m going to punish you with this, Hailey. Do you think you can handle it?”

It’s a leather paddle.

Oh, my fucking god.

I don’t even know how to respond to this.

Thomas bends over and places his hand underneath my chin, tipping it up. “Don’t be frightened,” he says. “I won’t push you beyond your limits,” he adds. His hand gently caresses my cheek. “But you need a good spanking, and this is the only way.”

“You mean, for you,” I say.

He smiles gently. “Exactly. For me. And you will do this because I need you to.” He leans in, pressing his lips softly against mine, only to whisper in my mouth. “And if you behave … I’ll reward you with a lick.”

I shiver from the memory of having his tongue against my clit.

“Now, lift your ass,” he says, walking to my other side. “Crawl forward.”

I do what he says, placing one hand in front of the other, my knees sliding across his floor.

WHACK!

The paddle that comes down on my ass makes me drop.

“Get up,” he says with a soft but stern voice. “Or I’ll make it last longer.”

I push myself up from the floor and reposition myself.

Again, the paddle comes down, this time on my other ass cheek. It burns and sizzles through my entire body. I can even feel it between my legs.

“Crawl toward the table,” he says.

I obey. I don’t know why. Maybe it’s because I feel humiliated and desperately need to block out my insecurities. Or maybe it’s because I honestly do like listening to him. Obeying him. Like a good girl would do when she’s smitten with her teacher.

When he hits me again, I groan.

“Having second thoughts?” he muses.

“No …” I say under a heavy breath.

“Good. Because I’m doing this for the both of us. For your pleasure as well as mine.”

WHACK!

Another hit has me moaning out loud.

“See? Pleasure,” he says. “You need to learn how to accept things the way they are, especially when it comes to me. And right now, I want to punish your ass for swearing at me. For sending me pictures without permission … and for behaving like a brat.”

He punctuates each sentence with another spanking with the paddle.

My ass feels like it’s on fire, but it’s a good kind of fire … the fire that makes me want to touch myself. And it’s so goddamn wrong, but I don’t care anymore.

“Fuck me … does your ass look fine with red marks all over it,” he growls. “Wait there.” He walks to the table beside me and grabs something from it. His hand suddenly comes down on my ass, making me squeal a little.