I pulled back and swung, spanking her ass with the thin wooden ruler. It popped loudly against her skin, and her flesh instantly bloomed red. She wiggled a little, unable to keep still due to the pain.
“Hold still,” I demanded, striking her again.
This time, she whimpered loudly. When I looked at the side of her face, I found her eyes closed as she bit down on her lip, tears on her cheeks.
“I like it when you wear tiny little skirts and dresses.” I swatted her again. “I want you in a dress or a skirt every time you come to my office, understand?” I pulled back the ruler again, slapping her ass in the same spot. I watched as her skin became redder.
I loved the color of her blushing skin.
I spanked her again and again until I noticed her panties becoming wet. I dropped the ruler and dragged two fingers over her cotton-covered pussy, feeling the puddle of arousal soaking into the thin material. I rubbed against her clit, and she gasped.
“Good girls don’t turn in D papers, Miss Ashford.” I pushed her panties to the side before going back to rubbing with nothing between us. “Are you a good girl or are you a bad girl?” The pad of my fingers circled her clit.
She whimpered, but didn’t respond.
“Answer me, Miss Ashford.” I pinched her clit hard, making her cry out in pain.
“G-Good girl,” she panted. I could tell she was torn between moaning for me and crying. I’d accept either.
“Excuse me?”
“I’m a good girl, Professor West.”
Fuck, I like the way her voice sounded.
“That’s what I thought.” I thrust my fingers inside her tight pussy, and her back arched as a loud moan left her mouth.
“Quiet down,” I warned, pulling my fingers back before thrusting them into her again. She was writhing and panting, and I could feel her body tightening around my fingers. I stroked that delicious little spot inside of her until I knew she was close to coming for me.
I withdrew my fingers before she came, earning a sexy-as-fuck whine of protest that made me smirk.
I smacked her on the ass with my wet hand. “You don’t get to come. Take your paper and get out of here.”
She stood up and started to fix her panties, her hands shaking. I knew she wanted to lash out at me, but thought better of it.
She was working to hide her face from me. I heard her sniffle.
She’d just smoothed down her dress when I grabbed her shoulders and spun her around to face me. Sure enough, she had tears running down her cheeks again.
I wrinkled my nose as I took in her bloodshot eyes, matted lashes, and runny nose. “What the fuck are you crying about?”
“It’s n-nothing. Just let me get my paper, and I’ll go,” she choked out, trying to step around me.
I stepped with her. “No. Tell me why you’re crying. I don’t do this,guess what’s wrongshit.”
She crossed her arms over her chest and tucked her chin to her chest. I stepped toward her, placing my finger beneath her chin and tilting her head back until our eyes met.
“Did I hurt you?” I knew I hadn’t, but I needed to ask.
“N-No.”
“Then tell me why you’re crying, or it’s off.”
“What’s off?” she asked, panicked.
“This. The deal. I’ll turn you in for cheating, and we’re done.” I turned to walk away.
“No, you can’t do that!” she cried out, rushing to block my path.
