Teaching a lesson
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
11,404
Reviews:
8
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Chapter two
I followed the dean downstairs. My two friends were already sitting on the couch. Wondering how old our dean was, he couldn’t be much older then 35, I sat down next to them. We got a long lecture of obeying his rules and about the fact that we were lucky he didn’t call the police.
Finally, he let the other two girls go.
“You stay here, I’m not finished with you.” He warned me before he showed the other girls the way out. My eye caught the bottle of lube. Patricia left it on the table. That’s probably how he knew that we were in his house.
When he came back I was shifting nervously on the couch. The older man sat next to me. I got the lecture I expected. He told me that I was older then the rest and that I should act more mature. Suddenly I felt his hand stroking my back.
My nipples hardened. Damn that felt good.
“Maybe, I should just teach you a lesson.” He whispered softly in my ear.
Before I could say anything he nuzzled my neck, right before he softly kissed it.
I was certain that I would have the world’s largest hickey the next day, but I couldn’t care less. I just didn’t want him to stop. A soft moan escaped my lips.
I heard a chuckle next to me. The dean stood up and ordered me to follow him.
Before we could go upstairs he grabbed the bottle of lube. I smiled when I thought about the things we could do with it.
Upstairs, I was lead into a bedroom. Slowly, I sat down on the soft bed.
The dean sat down next to me and stroked my back again. I arched my back and found myself to be flipped over. It took me a few second to realise that I was now lying on his lap.
“You’ve been a bad girl, haven’t you?” he whispered in my ear. I nodded.
He smacked my ass, hard. “I asked you a question.” He told me.
He hit me again. “Yes!” I exclaimed.
I received another hit. “Yes, what?”
“Yes sir.”
His hand slowly caressed my bottom. “Let’s take these off, shall we?” He whispered again. I got of his lap and started to undress. Once I was naked again, he told me to climb on his lap again. He hit me again, telling me that I was a bad girl.
I was getting wetter and wetter, and it was not going unnoticed.
One of his fingers found my clit. He gently circled it, making me moan in pleasure.
Another smack was earned by that.
“Who said you could moan?” he asked me. “Apologize!”
“I’m sorry.” I said, wanting nothing more then to feel his hand on my clit again.
“I’m sorry, what?” He asked after hitting me again.
“I’m sorry, sir!” I yelled.
As a reward one of his fingers entered my pussy. I bit my lip to prevent me from moaning, but I couldn’t help it. Who knew that I could get so wet from being spanked!
He spanked me again, twice this time. “What did I just tell you?”
“Harder.” I moaned. “Please sir, harder.”
He granted my request by hitting my ass harder and harder. I couldn’t stop myself from moaning.
Suddenly he stopped. He smiled when he saw my disappointed look.
“Don’t worry. This is far from over.”
Finally, he let the other two girls go.
“You stay here, I’m not finished with you.” He warned me before he showed the other girls the way out. My eye caught the bottle of lube. Patricia left it on the table. That’s probably how he knew that we were in his house.
When he came back I was shifting nervously on the couch. The older man sat next to me. I got the lecture I expected. He told me that I was older then the rest and that I should act more mature. Suddenly I felt his hand stroking my back.
My nipples hardened. Damn that felt good.
“Maybe, I should just teach you a lesson.” He whispered softly in my ear.
Before I could say anything he nuzzled my neck, right before he softly kissed it.
I was certain that I would have the world’s largest hickey the next day, but I couldn’t care less. I just didn’t want him to stop. A soft moan escaped my lips.
I heard a chuckle next to me. The dean stood up and ordered me to follow him.
Before we could go upstairs he grabbed the bottle of lube. I smiled when I thought about the things we could do with it.
Upstairs, I was lead into a bedroom. Slowly, I sat down on the soft bed.
The dean sat down next to me and stroked my back again. I arched my back and found myself to be flipped over. It took me a few second to realise that I was now lying on his lap.
“You’ve been a bad girl, haven’t you?” he whispered in my ear. I nodded.
He smacked my ass, hard. “I asked you a question.” He told me.
He hit me again. “Yes!” I exclaimed.
I received another hit. “Yes, what?”
“Yes sir.”
His hand slowly caressed my bottom. “Let’s take these off, shall we?” He whispered again. I got of his lap and started to undress. Once I was naked again, he told me to climb on his lap again. He hit me again, telling me that I was a bad girl.
I was getting wetter and wetter, and it was not going unnoticed.
One of his fingers found my clit. He gently circled it, making me moan in pleasure.
Another smack was earned by that.
“Who said you could moan?” he asked me. “Apologize!”
“I’m sorry.” I said, wanting nothing more then to feel his hand on my clit again.
“I’m sorry, what?” He asked after hitting me again.
“I’m sorry, sir!” I yelled.
As a reward one of his fingers entered my pussy. I bit my lip to prevent me from moaning, but I couldn’t help it. Who knew that I could get so wet from being spanked!
He spanked me again, twice this time. “What did I just tell you?”
“Harder.” I moaned. “Please sir, harder.”
He granted my request by hitting my ass harder and harder. I couldn’t stop myself from moaning.
Suddenly he stopped. He smiled when he saw my disappointed look.
“Don’t worry. This is far from over.”