Slowly, he shook his head from side to side and I felt my stomach plummet.
I’d disappointed him.
“You want someone to take that pussy of yours for the first time?”
I bit my bottom lip at his question and managed to squeak out a tiny “no”.
“I didn’t hear you, Jane.”
“No?” He stopped moving and I found my courage.
Now or never, Jane.
“No. I don’t want someone to take my pussy.” I licked my lips and stared at his. “I want you.”
He was so close to me, just a foot or two away, and I could see just a ghost of a smirk on his full lips. “You want me to take your sweet pussy?”
“Yes.”
“Yes what?” I glanced up and saw his dark eyes were dilated and focused totally and completely on me. I was a virgin, but I’d had guys look at me like that before. Mr. Parker wanted me. He wanted me as much as I wanted him.
“Yes, sir. I want you to take my pussy,” I said, a little more confidently than last time.
I froze up when I felt his hand graze my thigh at the hem of my uniform skirt. I held my breath as he brushed a little higher, then stopped.
“I need to teach you a lesson first,” he said. Just like that, he moved away from me.
I whimpered, wondering what he was going to do. My heart beat frantically and I bit my lip as I watched him walk over to his desk and open his drawer. He took a ruler out and started to slap the end of it against the palm of his hand. Every sharp snap of noise made my pussy clench. By the time he turned back around to face me, I was shaking so badly I could barely stand. I’d heard the term weak in the knees, but never understood… until now.
“There,” he pointed to the desk, then looked at me with those dark, piercing eyes. He’d never once looked at me like this in class. I gulped at the intensity of it. “Bad girls who break school rules need to be taught a lesson.”
Internally, I was jumping for joy amidst the nerves. I realized I didn’t need to worry so much. I needed to stop overthinking. I didn’t need to worry about Mr. Parker regretting his decision and walking away. If he didn’t want to have sex, he would’ve told me I’d been mistaken and asked me to leave. Hell, if he didn’t want me, he wouldn’t have ordered me to be here today, now, exactly one hour after graduation.
Yet here he was, and showing a different, sexier, and wilder side of him the students would never ever see. Only me.
“Are you going to spank me?” I asked, walking to the desk.
When he just stood there, I realized he was waiting. Putting my hands on the cool wood, I bent my torso over the desk.
He didn’t waste any more time and walked to my side.
“Bad girls get spanked on the bare. Lift the uniform, please.”
Oh my god.
Reaching back, I slowly lifted the hem of my plaid skirt, shimmying my hips as I did so that it rested up about my waist.
I turned my head and saw that he was just staring at my panty clad bottom, jaw clenched.
“No panties, Jane. If you’re giving your pussy to me, that means it needs to be bare and available to me at all times.”
His hands found their way to the elastic of my white lace panties and tugged them down so they rested just above my knees. I could feel the cool air on my bare skin, knew he could see everything.
The ruler came down with a crack and I startled. The searing heat of it had me gasping.
“Passing notes is not allowed.”
He swung the ruler again. I hissed out a breath as it struck a new spot.
“What do you say to that, Jane?” he asked, striking again.
The sting was sharp and hot, but not overly painful. In fact, it only made me wetter. He had to be able to see the effects the spanking was having on me.
He dropped the ruler onto the desk with a clatter.
This time, when he spanked me, it was with his bare hand.
I gasped.
“Jane?”
“No, sir. I mean, yes, sir.” I didn’t know how I was to answer him. I’d forgotten what the question was as his palm stroked over my heated flesh.
“Do you like being over my desk like this? Punished by your teacher, you bad girl?”
“Yes, sir,” I said. That was the truth and he knew it. I wouldn’t be here otherwise. He wouldn’t be spanking me otherwise.
“Do you like the idea that anyone might come in and see just how naughty you are?”
I hadn’t thought about anyone else, only Mr. Parker. I squirmed on the desk, nervous all of a sudden.
“Mr. Park—” I began, but I was cut off when his finger slid over my slick folds, then started to circle around my clit. He started out slowly at first, the feeling building up inside me, until he started to pick up his pace. “Please finger me,” I moaned and begged. “Please, sir.” I wanted him inside me.