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Naughty Girl
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
Views:
7,423
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.
Skipping Class
Skipping Class
Dedicated to Kat.
Summary: I skipped class today.
Yea!!!! I got one review, thank you very much. Hopefully, I’ll get more.
She drags me into my room, slamming the door behind her. She’s in a mood, but it’s a good one. She kisses me fiercely, I feel my lips bruise. She basically throws me onto the bed. I want her so bad.
She rips off my shirt; she can be blinded by passion. I’m not wearing a bra; I wanted to make things easier. Her hands are tugging down my jeans. She’s my wild cat. God, she wants to be naughty.
My panties are still on, and she teases me with a finger. I squirm and she smiles.
“Did you skip class today?” she asks, her one eyebrow cocked.
I give her my “I’ve been a very bad girl” look and shake my head yes.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk,” she scolds, her face inches away from mine.
I shuddered; she has such control over me.
“You aren’t supposed to skip class,” she says, lightly smacking my thigh.
“I know,” I whisper.
God, she makes me feel so naughty.
“Now I have to spank you.”
Both of us smile. She likes to spank me and I like her to spank me too. It’s supposed to be punishment, but it always ends up as pleasure. Still she could make me cry if she wanted. I lick my lips.
She sits up on the bed and tugs me over her lap. She smacks my backside, just hard enough to get my attention. She has such a firm hand when she punishes me, yet they are so soft against my skin. She gives me ten more spanks before removing my already damp panties. She runs a hand over my tender pink skin.
I wiggle in her lap and I can almost see her smiling. She picks up my hairbrush. Wherever did she find that thing? I thought I hid it this morning. Damn, I curse under my breath.
“You thought you could be naughty and hid this, didn’t you?” she asked, lightly tapping it against my backside.
“Yeah,” I whisper.
“You shouldn’t have done that.”
It’s not a question. I shouldn’t have done that. I was being stupid and thought I could get away with it. I knew better. She knows where everything is.
“How many extra do you think you deserve?” she asks.
I really don’t want any extra spanks. She gives me quite a few.
“Do you want me to decide?” she asks.
“No, I think I deserve ten extra,” I whisper.
“Alright, ten extra.”
She begins to spank me with the brush. God, it stings. She is firm and I love it. Whenever I skip class, she gives me twenty spanks. Now I’m getting thirty. I brace myself for thorough spanking.
My rear end is burning and I’m wiggling all over her lap. I can tell she’s having a hard time holding me down.
“Britt, please calm down, honey,” she says, stopping the spanking for a moment.
“I’m sorry, it stings so much,” I whisper, I can feel tears stinging my eyes.
I can tell she feels a little guilty. It is never her attention to hurt me. Just to punish me a little.
“Sweetie, I’m sorry. I’ll stop if it hurts that much,” she says.
“No, it just stings. It’s supposed to, don’t stop,” I reassure, I don’t really want her to stop.
She continues with the spanking. I let my tears fall. I’m not entirely sure why I’m crying. I’ve had worse, especially when my dead beat step-dad was drunk. I just can’t seem to stop.
She stops spanking me. I don’t think she’s giving me thirty yet, but she stops. God, she can hear me crying. She hurts when I cry. Her hands are smoothing my hair and rubbing my back.
“Oh, baby, I’m so sorry,” she says.
I can’t stop crying. She helps me off her lap and draws me close to her. I bury my head into her shoulder and cry. She’s stroking my hair and kissing some of my soft strands.
“Sweetie, what’s wrong?” she asks.
I lift my head off her shoulder.
“I don’t know I just feel like crying,” I sniffle.
She giggles and says,
“You’re so silly sometimes.”
I laugh too. She kisses my tears away and they’re so soft.
“Lean back on the pillows,” she says.
I lean back on the pillows. She trails her finger down my stomach until she reaches my pussy. She smiles as she pushes it up. I moan as she fingers me. Then she slips another finger up there.
I’m moaning and panting and squirming. God, she can discipline me, but she can give me great pleasure. I let out a low, throaty moan as I come. She kisses the top of my head and removes her fingers.
“
“I love you,” I whisper, my voice shaking.
“I love you too,” she whispers back, collapsing on top of me.
Dedicated to Kat.
Summary: I skipped class today.
Yea!!!! I got one review, thank you very much. Hopefully, I’ll get more.
She drags me into my room, slamming the door behind her. She’s in a mood, but it’s a good one. She kisses me fiercely, I feel my lips bruise. She basically throws me onto the bed. I want her so bad.
She rips off my shirt; she can be blinded by passion. I’m not wearing a bra; I wanted to make things easier. Her hands are tugging down my jeans. She’s my wild cat. God, she wants to be naughty.
My panties are still on, and she teases me with a finger. I squirm and she smiles.
“Did you skip class today?” she asks, her one eyebrow cocked.
I give her my “I’ve been a very bad girl” look and shake my head yes.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk,” she scolds, her face inches away from mine.
I shuddered; she has such control over me.
“You aren’t supposed to skip class,” she says, lightly smacking my thigh.
“I know,” I whisper.
God, she makes me feel so naughty.
“Now I have to spank you.”
Both of us smile. She likes to spank me and I like her to spank me too. It’s supposed to be punishment, but it always ends up as pleasure. Still she could make me cry if she wanted. I lick my lips.
She sits up on the bed and tugs me over her lap. She smacks my backside, just hard enough to get my attention. She has such a firm hand when she punishes me, yet they are so soft against my skin. She gives me ten more spanks before removing my already damp panties. She runs a hand over my tender pink skin.
I wiggle in her lap and I can almost see her smiling. She picks up my hairbrush. Wherever did she find that thing? I thought I hid it this morning. Damn, I curse under my breath.
“You thought you could be naughty and hid this, didn’t you?” she asked, lightly tapping it against my backside.
“Yeah,” I whisper.
“You shouldn’t have done that.”
It’s not a question. I shouldn’t have done that. I was being stupid and thought I could get away with it. I knew better. She knows where everything is.
“How many extra do you think you deserve?” she asks.
I really don’t want any extra spanks. She gives me quite a few.
“Do you want me to decide?” she asks.
“No, I think I deserve ten extra,” I whisper.
“Alright, ten extra.”
She begins to spank me with the brush. God, it stings. She is firm and I love it. Whenever I skip class, she gives me twenty spanks. Now I’m getting thirty. I brace myself for thorough spanking.
My rear end is burning and I’m wiggling all over her lap. I can tell she’s having a hard time holding me down.
“Britt, please calm down, honey,” she says, stopping the spanking for a moment.
“I’m sorry, it stings so much,” I whisper, I can feel tears stinging my eyes.
I can tell she feels a little guilty. It is never her attention to hurt me. Just to punish me a little.
“Sweetie, I’m sorry. I’ll stop if it hurts that much,” she says.
“No, it just stings. It’s supposed to, don’t stop,” I reassure, I don’t really want her to stop.
She continues with the spanking. I let my tears fall. I’m not entirely sure why I’m crying. I’ve had worse, especially when my dead beat step-dad was drunk. I just can’t seem to stop.
She stops spanking me. I don’t think she’s giving me thirty yet, but she stops. God, she can hear me crying. She hurts when I cry. Her hands are smoothing my hair and rubbing my back.
“Oh, baby, I’m so sorry,” she says.
I can’t stop crying. She helps me off her lap and draws me close to her. I bury my head into her shoulder and cry. She’s stroking my hair and kissing some of my soft strands.
“Sweetie, what’s wrong?” she asks.
I lift my head off her shoulder.
“I don’t know I just feel like crying,” I sniffle.
She giggles and says,
“You’re so silly sometimes.”
I laugh too. She kisses my tears away and they’re so soft.
“Lean back on the pillows,” she says.
I lean back on the pillows. She trails her finger down my stomach until she reaches my pussy. She smiles as she pushes it up. I moan as she fingers me. Then she slips another finger up there.
I’m moaning and panting and squirming. God, she can discipline me, but she can give me great pleasure. I let out a low, throaty moan as I come. She kisses the top of my head and removes her fingers.
“
“I love you,” I whisper, my voice shaking.
“I love you too,” she whispers back, collapsing on top of me.