Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 101872 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 340(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101872 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 340(@300wpm)
Another shiver.
It was so much easier for her to let go when she was roleplaying. When she became someone else, his voice didn’t infiltrate her head constantly.
She could let go.
And, apparently, the more she trusted the person taking control, the more she could lose herself in the moment.
“Bend over the desk. Hands in front of you. Do not move them.”
Another shudder, but she moved quickly into place. He flicked up her pleated, tartan skirt. Underneath she wore a pair of lacy black panties. Her shirt was tied at the front and most of the buttons were open.
“What are these?” he demanded. “These are not standard issue panties.”
“They’re ugly, Sir. Like granny panties. I like these ones.”
“It’s not up to you to decide what sort of panties you wear,” he told her. “And he had his hands on your panties?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Tut-tut-tut. Well, let’s just see the truth for ourselves, shall we? Spread your legs wider.”
She spread her legs and he reached under her panties to run his fingers along her slit. Then he thrust two fingers deep inside her.
Opal let out a small cry. Not in pain but in pleasure.
Then he drew them out.
“Such a naughty girl. Look how wet you are from letting that boy touch your pussy. You are going to have to be punished for that.”
When she heard a sucking noise, she turned her head to glance behind her. Swallowing heavily, she studied him as he sucked on his fingers.
Holy. Shit.
That was so hot.
“Did I say you could move, missy?” He slammed the ruler against the desk and she jumped.
“N-no, Sir!”
“That’s right. I’m afraid my hand isn’t going to cut it. You’re going to get some with my hand and the rest with the ruler. Any lip from you and I’ll have to get out the paddle.”
Well. She couldn’t guarantee there would be no lip.
Her panties were pulled down to her knees and then his hand landed on her ass. It wasn’t as heavy as she’d thought it might be and she tensed slightly.
“Very, very bad girl.”
Each word was emphasized with a smack to her ass.
Okay.
That was more like it.
She could feel her ass growing heated, knew it was likely turning pink.
“You will not go behind the bike shed with a boy.”
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
Her breathing grew heavier.
“Such a bad girl. I’m going to have to call your father.”
More smacks to her ass with his hand.
Damn. Were those slaps getting harder?
“Don’t call my Daddy!” she cried.
He leaned over her. “Not your Daddy, girl. That’s me. Your father.”
Um. Okay.
Confusion filled her. She knew that she’d called him Daddy a few times, but she hadn’t realized that he liked it.
“You’re the Principal! Can’t you just punish me without getting my father involved?”
“I’m not sure. Why would I do that?” he asked, pulling back and staring down at her red ass.
Everyone was staring at her red ass.
So she gave it a bit of a wiggle.
Hey. She was a people pleaser.
Smack!
“Stay still.”
Party pooper.
“What will your father do once he’s heard that you let some strange boy put his hand up your skirt and play with your wet pussy?” he demanded.
Dear Lord.
Why was that such a turn on? It shouldn’t be, right? But she could feel her clit throbbing, wetness gathering between her legs.
And she wanted more.
“Please don’t do that, Sir. Please just punish me yourself!”
“Oh, I’m going to punish you,” he promised. “But you’re gonna have to do something for me to get me to be quiet.”
She tensed.
“Easy, Gem,” he murmured, moving himself so his body covered her, his hands resting on the desk. “If there’s anything you don’t want to do, you use your safeword.”
Cool.
Because she hadn’t actually talked to him about blow jobs.
As in . . . she hated giving them.
As in . . . she didn’t think she could give one without thinking of Stefan. Without every bastard she’d ever been with getting into her head.
“Well, girl?” he demanded, stepping back. “Just what are you going to do for me?”
“What do you want, Sir?” she asked.
“I want what that boy had. I want my fingers deep in that pretty, wet pussy.”
“Please, Sir! You can’t!” she cried.
“I can if you don’t want me to call your father.”
“All right, Sir. I’ll take my punishment.”
You need to be punished, Opal.
Dirty.
Slut.
“You will.”
To her shock, he smacked her ass with the ruler.
“And you will stay with me. No wandering.”
How did he always know?
Slap! Slap!
God. She bit down on her lip as the pain of the ruler landed on her already tender ass.
Killing. Her.
A cry left her as another smack landed and then he was kneeling behind her, spreading the lips of her pussy wide as his tongue speared her.
He thrust it in and out of her pussy.
Christ!
It was too much. Her ass was throbbing and so was her clit. And she didn’t know which was worse.