Her First Offense

She stood, shivering, in the dark hallway, hugging herself and eyeing the large mahogany door with apprehension. Although the door was unmarked, she knew it was the right office. All the girls knew. All the girls who were unable to strictly follow the private school’s rules, that is. Excessively strict rules, she thought, frowning. Less than 6 months to graduation, six months to freedom from parents, from teachers, and she received her first summons to his office. Sure, she’d heard about him, but thought most of the giggles, whispers, or tears were the result of exaggerated teenage hormones. Really. A dark, handsome, man whose job it was to punish misbehaving students, sometimes effectively, sometimes resulting in increased misbehavior. Her recent roommate would lay in bed and night and tell her stories that curled her toes, and sent the blood rushing to her nether regions. Her parents had never laid a hand on her, so why she’d find herself fantasizing about being turned over the knee of this man and spanked like a child was beyond her comprehension. But there it was. A fantasy. A secret fantasy. One she never planned to actually experience.

Yet, here she was, standing outside “the door.” Caught over some stupid, thoughtless action she felt certain, given ample time and a reasonable ear, she could explain, and feeling nervous beyond belief.

Taking a deep, slow breath, she worked to calm herself. Silly girl, she chided herself, he’ll probably just lecture you, intimidate you into admitting your crime, and verbally slap your hand. In this day and age, the things she’d heard couldn’t possibly happen. Goodness. Imagine the lawsuits!

Lifting her chin, she raised a fisted hand and knocked firmly on the door.

With a soft click, the door opened slightly. Unsure of what to do, she nonetheless, pushed on the door and quietly entered the room, jumping slightly when the door latched behind her.

The room was large with its tall ceilings but dark, due to mahogany paneled walls and heavy furniture. A leather couch and two chairs faced a fireplace, with a log nearing its end flickering softly to illuminate the room. In front of a wall of windows, nearly hidden by floor-length, burgundy draperies, sat an enormous rectangular desk.

Stepping further into the room, she cleared her throat. The tall, leather chair behind the desk swiveled and she immediately froze, helplessly locked in the gaze of the dark haired stranger. His eyes appeared to be dark blue or perhaps black, surrounded by thick eyelashes and heavy arched brows. Hair, short, dark, and thick accented a classicly shaped face, and a generous mouth that promised a killer smile. If he ever smiled, she thought. The impassive, deadly, calm look he gave her caused her stomach to flip.

“Come closer.” His deep voice sent a thrill up her spine and she stepped forward on unsteady legs.

Stopping just two feet from his desk, she felt her heart thudding in her chest. He had to be the most gorgeous man she’d ever seen.

“First time here, I presume.” He nearly smiled at her wide-eyed expression. Obviously tongue-tied, she was doing her best to hide her fear, with the lift of her chin, and fisted hands at her side, but her eyes told him another story. He saw the awareness of him as a male, her attraction mingling with her fear, her repressed passion. He saw possibilities and a warm contentment began to fill him.

Glancing down at his desk, he saw her name, grade level, age. He saw that she was an only child, probably adored and spoiled by her parents. He saw she was intelligent. Her records indicated that she was a good, rule-abiding student. No prior truancy issues. Mentally shrugging, he glanced up at her. He didn’t really care what they did to be sent to him. Just that they were his for a short while. His to toy with, intimidate, break down, punish and occasionally mold into self-reliant, self-disciplined adults. A few of the so-called warped ones remained unchanged. Unchanged but – after his thorough “tutelage” - certain and comfortable with their needs.

Letting his eyes rove over her dainty features, pouting lips he’d love to explore, he asked her curtly, “How old are you?”

Feeling her mouth go dry, she struggled to form an answer. His gaze, his power, robbed her of speech.

Standing slowly to gaze slightly down at her, he watched her eyes flicker over his broad shoulders and lift to meet his.

“I asked you a question.” He stated slowly, lethally.

“Eighteen.” She spoke in a hesitant whisper.

Stepping to the front of his desk, he lifted one leg to sit on the edge and reached forward to clasp her arm. Pulling her close to him, he stated flatly, “When I ask you a question, I expect a prompt answer.”

Grasping her chin, he lifted her face and spoke softly, coldly, “Do you understand me?”

Feeling like a rabbit caught in the gaze of a rattlesnake, she battled the nerves that threatened to make her burst into tears.

Holding her trembling form, he felt a sense of disbelief shoot through him at her continued silence, and decided to assist her in finding her voice. Grasping her waist, he tossed her effortlessly over his thigh, holding her in place with a strong palm on her lower back, her legs hanging uselessly down the side of the desk. Raising the skirt of her green plaid school uniform, he swiftly tugged her silk panties down where kicking legs tossed them across the room. Briefly admiring the round, firmness of her bare ass, he raised a flattened hand high and brought it down heavily and repeatedly. Her silence quickly fled as pain began to filter through shock. Aiming his blows to each unmarked spot, he worked to make sure she felt a sting on every inch of her displayed skin. When her cries turned to earnest tears, he stopped and let her slide from his lap.

Standing before him in shock, she rubbed her stinging behind, and watched him through enormous, streaming eyes.

Leaning forward once more, pulled her close to him and asked slowly, distinctly, “When I ask you a question, I expect a prompt answer. Do. You. Understand. Me?”

“Yes.” She squeaked the word, and felt warmth spread between her thighs. Squeezing her eyes shut, she felt ashamed by her arousal.

Lifting her chin, he demanded, “Open your eyes.”

Raising her eyes against her will, she was caught by his intense scrutiny. Evidently seeing what he wanted, his look softened and he dropped her chin.

“Now.” His voice rumbled deeply laced with raw sexuality. “Do you know why you were sent here?”
Sighing wetly, she answered, “Yes. But I don’t think they were aware …” his finger to her lips quieted her speech.

“I don’t want to hear excuses. I don’t want to hear stories.” Watching her frown, he continued sternly, “I want to hear that you understand why you were sent here.”

“Yes, but, I don’t deserve …” Once more he cut her off, and with raised brows, replied.

“Whether you agree or disagree is irrelevant. The fact is that you are here. And for a short time, you are mine.”

Her mouth went dry at his statement. On a whisper, she replied, “But … you’ve already punished me.”

His eyes held a trace of humor as he moved them over her features. Even after tears, she was lovely. “That? That was merely to get your attention. To improve your response time. That was not your punishment.”

“Ohhhhh!” The dismay on her face and in her voice was very real. The sting may have faded slightly, but she certainly didn’t want to feel his hand again. Attempting to step back from him, she was pulled quickly forward.

“Don’t run from me.” His voice held a note of warning that stilled her efforts. “Ever.”

Tilting his head to the wall to the right of his desk, he spoke curtly. “Pick your weapon.”

Confused, she turned her head and froze at the array of items hanging from the wall. Feeling a small push on her back, she stumbled forward and stood staring at the unfamiliar shapes one at a time. Some were apparent, paddles of different widths and sizes. Long crop looking sticks. Leather belts. One “weapon” she’d never seen or heard of before kept drawing her attention. It was black leather, short handled, with long strips of leather dangling from it. It reminded her of the sauce brush her father used when cooking on the grill, but a much larger version. While the other solid items looked painful, she found herself thinking, how could that silly thing even hurt, really. Hoping he wouldn’t guess her reasons for choosing it, she pointed a shaking finger and held her breath waiting for his response.

Surprised by her choice, he stepped forward and removed the flogger from its spot, dropping his heavy lidded gaze to her trembling form, and noting the points showing through her shirt. Small chested and braless, he closed his eyes briefly against the surge of lust the thought caused. He could almost feel her small, peaked nubs against his rolling tongue.

Leading her to the couch, he spoke softly in her ear. “Bend over the back of the couch and place your hands flat on the cushions.”

Lowering his voice, he added, “Spread open your legs.”

Feeling a familiar wetness on her thigh, she felt a blush rise to her cheeks, and hesitated in embarrassment.

“Ummmmmm.”

“NOW.” He snapped at her, causing her to jump at his voice and lean forward to do his bidding. With the cool leather on her thighs, she reached and put her hands flat, stepping up on her toes in the effort, and slowly opening her legs. When he lifted her skirt, she squeezed her legs back together. The slap he gave her bare ass was vicious.

“Open your legs.” He watched her slowly open them on a sob. Stepping close to her body, he leaned over her and spoke slowly, “Close your legs again, or move your hands from this couch, even once, and you’ll be here again tomorrow night. And each night thereafter until you can learn to obey me. Do You Understand Me?”

“Yes.” Her voice broke on her high-pitched response.

Stepping back, he ran a hand briefly over her pink tinted buttocks, oddly soothing her nerves and easing the fading sting.

Lifting and twirling the short tassled whip, he brought it down mildly against her upturned cheeks.

The sting, everywhere and at once, nearly took her breath away and she cried out. Laying it down a little heavier, he listened to her cries and watched her struggle to obey his commands. In less than a dozen strokes, her rounded ass had turned completely red, and sobs shook her body.

Dropping the flogger, he studied her reddened skin before lifting her upright and pulling her into his arms. He held her loosely in his embrace for long minutes, rubbing her back in long soothing strokes until her tears slowed. Pulling back, he raised her chin and studied her lovely features.

Caught in his dark gaze, she shuddered at the power of the man holding her. His strong arms crisscrossed her back, and held her close to the muscled wall of his chest. The stinging and burning sensation covering her ass nearly overpowered the heat currently building between her thighs, and she fought to keep from rubbing herself against him for relief. His eyes held an awareness of her dilemma and caused her to squirm in need. At his slow, devastating smile, she began to tremble.

“You have a decision to make.” The deep timber of his voice thrilled her. “There are two doors leaving this room.”

Nodding to the door she’d entered, he continued, “One leads to the hall. The other, to my sleeping quarters.”

She swiveled her head from the second door she’d spotted to lock eyes with him.

“Choose.” He stepped back from her, and holding her captive with only his eyes, waited.

She felt her sex swell and throb as her heart beat loudly in her ears. Her body seemed to take on an other-worldly, floating sensation. Whispering shakily, she answered, “Your room.”

He swooped down to lift her into his arms and moved swiftly into his rooms, laying her gently on his large, soft bed and abandoning her to secure the lock on his door. She heard the flick of a match and a candle flickered in the darkness, followed by another and another. Moving to her side, he leaned over to lay his lips against hers, softly undressing her while the kiss deepened and explored.

When he pulled back, she shivered and watched him undress. Her gaze dropped to follow his magnificent form and froze in wonder at the sight of his large, throbbing member. The one boy she’d slept with was no match for the specimen of masculinity before her, and she felt a strong tug of lust mingled with faint fear. Was he too big? Would he hurt her?

Following instinct, she began backing up on the soft quilt, only to have her ankles clasped firmly by him. Tugging her to the edge of the bed, he knelt and, keeping his dark gaze on her wide eyes, moved his mouth to latch onto her drenched core. Squirming in shock and pleasure, her eyes rolled back as she felt him pin her wrists to the bed. Helpless to all but his gently sucking mouth and rolling tongue, she writhed and moaned in exquisite torture, crying out when her peak overtook her.

He continued his assault, never letting up, never pausing, oblivious to her soft, tearful until her nails dug into his hands, and he let up and watched her shudder in relief.

“You don’t want to scratch me, little girl.” The deep timber of his voice rolled to her, through her.

Relaxing her fingers, she exclaimed weakly, “Stop doing that! I can’t … I can’t … keep … it’s too much. Too much to feel.”

“Really?” His voice drawled with faint sarcasm. Swiftly dipping his head, he gathered her sensitive nub in his mouth and softly stimulated it, holding her trembling form and listening to the moans and squeaks of surprised pleasure. Moving from a light to a strong touch, he brought her once more to orgasm in less than five minutes.

Relishing her cry of release and holding her writhing form through its intense battle with pleasure, he smiled in satisfaction. Lifting her he moved her further back onto the bed, and lay directly on top of her, watching her half closed eyes open wide at the feel of him, large and insistent, pressing against her moist entrance.

“Do you want me?” His raw whisper shook her senses.

“Yes.” She shut her eyes briefly before continuing. “But I don’t think you’ll fit.”

Startled by his low, rumbling laughter, her eyes flew open.

“Let me worry about that.” Kissing her nose, he added, “We’ll take it slow.”

Moving to place warm lips below her right ear, he moved his lower body to rub the tip of his throbbing cock against her entrance, and slightly inside, listening to her change in breathing. When fear began to recede, she relaxed and allowed him deeper entrance. When he moved to completely fill her, he felt her stiffen and shudder. “Are you okay?” Her tightness nearly drove him mad, but held himself in tight control.

“Yes.”

Noting the breath she took and held, he prompted her again. “Tell me how this feels.”

Feeling a blush bloom on her cheeks, she searched for words. “Full. Stretched. I can’t believe how much I can feel you inside. How high you feel inside of me.”

Moving slowly, he began the age-old dance, watching her face closely. “You feel divine to me.”

“What does it feel like.” She managed to ask while his movements bombarded her senses.

“Like a tight, silk, glove.” He kissed her neck and reached down to lift her ass with his hands. At her flinch, he suppressed a grin. Eyeing her steadily, he whispered, “You’ll feel that for a few days.” When her eyes rolled into her head, he began to move frantically in and out of her, slamming himself against her with a loud slapping sound and watching her breasts jiggle with each jarring motion of her body.

As she began to spasm around him, he buried himself deep within her with a low, growling groan and let the familiar rush of euphoria take him over completely, slapping wetly and rhythmically into her with each wave of feeling.

Holding her tightly, he rolled onto his back, hearing the rush of air fill her lungs followed by her wavering exhale.

“Oh … God.” Collapsed on top of him, her body felt sweetly used and exhausted, if faintly battered.

Leaning up to look into his beautiful eyes, she exclaimed softly, “You fit.”

Raising one brow, he smiled. “And quite well, if I might say so.”

Blushing, she dropped her eyes to his well-shaped mouth and shivered. Studying her fragile features, he trailed a light hand down her narrow back and spanned the flair of her hips, moving lower to feel the heat emanating from her warmed flesh. Frowning suddenly, she asked, “Do all the weapons on your wall hurt so much?”

He snorted. “The point is to cause pain, my dear. But you did pick the worst one.”

Nearly choking, she responded, “What? I thought it looked the most harmless!”

Laughing at her, he gathered her in a brief squeeze. “Guess you won’t make that mistake again.”

Lifting her chin, she retorted, “I won’t be coming here again.”

Holding her gaze with steady eyes, he could see each thought as it crossed her mind. Such an artless child. Her found her naiveté charming. He continued staring at her until she squirmed and dropped her gaze.

Lifting her chin, he forced her to look at him. “I think you’ll find a reason.”

Feeling the rush of heat to her center, she let out a small whimper and tried to pull away.

Holding her firmly, he spoke softly, deeply. “Do you remember how my mouth felt on you? How I felt inside of you?”

With a soft sigh, she acquiesced. “Yes.” Moving sinuously against him, she dropped a light kiss on his lips. “But perhaps you need to remind me.”