“If you wanted to meet me, you could have scheduled an appointment. You didn’t need to break the rules to see me.”
“But if I scheduled an appointment, you’d have no reason to discipline me. Did I read the handbook correctly? Don’t repeated offenses escalate disciplinary action to include paddling?”
“We…we don’t traditionally spank students who are over the age of eighteen. We expect students in your grade level to respond to more adult forms of discipline.”
“Well, where’s the fun in that? Honestly, Mr. Arrabella, if you want me to stop pulling my phone out in class, you’re going to need to spank me. I need to learn my lesson, right?”
She stands up, turns around, and bends over her chair, providing me a bird’s eye view of her thick ass and pink panties.
Jesus Christ. What’s going on here? Is this a test of my self-control? Because if so, I’m failing miserably.
A more rational me would tell her to act like a lady and send her out of my office right now, but her behavior up to this point has awakened my feral side. Instead of telling her to leave, I walk to the door and turn the lock.
This is wrong, and I’ll probably go to hell for this. But at this point, I don’t care. I don’t care if we're in school or anyone can come knocking. All I care about is her, the air between us thick and alive. Consequences be damned.
I walk to the leather sofa under the office window, sit down, and point to my lap. Her face lights up as she approaches and lies across my lap. I stare down at her round bottom and ask myself what I’m doing. This is just too crazy. I mean, it would cost me my career and my reputation, but there’s a beast in me very few have seen, and this little girl came in here fully prepared to feed that beast.
She holds her breath as I raise my hand and let it hover over her. Last chance to come to my senses and stop this. No, I’ll just make sure that it’s a one-time thing and never let it happen again. That’s how I need to rectify this in my head. It’s a once-in-a-lifetime experience to savor and revisit on those lonely nights when it’s just me and my hand.
Crack! My hand makes contact with her sweet ass. As plump and round as it is, it looks tiny under my big hand.
“Oh,” she gasps and wiggles her ass, teasing me further. “Is that the best you can do?”
My blood starts pumping and I feel it in my temples. “You want more?”
“Maybe you should go under my panties,” she sighs.
I lift her skirt slightly and look down at her reddened cheek. Do I do it? She made the offer so she’ll have to remove her panties.
“Get up and take them off,” I growl.
She leaps to her feet without hesitation. Lifting her skirt, she slides her panties down her legs, making certain to bend in such a way that her ass is in my face. It’s too much for me to take sitting down, so I hop off the sofa, grab her wrists, and bend her over my desk.
I slap her bare ass and watch as her big cheeks jiggle. This is it. I’ve lost control of the beast. Her moans sound like a sweet symphony each time my hand comes down on her.
She wants me so badly, why would I disappoint her? I rub her red cheeks then slide my hand under her ass so I can survey the secret sweetness between her legs. She trembles when she feels my hand on her slit. My spanking has her dripping wet, so I easily slip my fingers inside.
“Mmm, this doesn’t feel like a punishment anymore,” she giggles and thrusts her hips against my invading hand.
I’m not sure when I did it, but I opened my pants and pulled out my cock. I stroke it with my left hand as I fuck her with my right. I want so badly to mount her, but there’s still enough of the straight-laced professor alive in me to make me take pause. I can easily get us both off without penetrating her, and in my twisted state of mind, that somehow seems less inappropriate.
We’re both so close. Yeah, we’re almost there.
Bang, bang, bang.
Rosa’s big truck driver hands pound my office door.
“Professor? Why is the door locked? You have a call from the Chancellor. He says it’s an emergency.”
I grit my teeth and painfully stuff my stiff penis back in my pants.
“Get up, girl. Game over,” I tell Aria.
“For now, you mean,” she smirks.
“No, for good. This should never have gone this far. And don’t tell anyone about this. If you do, it won’t turn out well for either of us.”
“It’s our little secret. If I told someone, we couldn’t do it again.”
