Lanie's Lessons (11 page)

“Tuck the hem of your skirt into your waist band and then unbutton your blouse. I want to see if you’re wearing a bra against my instructions.”

“I’m not, sir.”

“Prove it. Do as you’re told.”

Damn. Was that a growl or a purr? She couldn’t tell, but either way, her pussy spasmed in response, liking what she heard. Obediently, she unfastened the three remaining buttons and allowed the sides of her blouse to fall open, baring the inner curves of her breasts.

“Lovely. Knot it like you had it. No buttons. Then come down here. The panties are to stay in place.”

As he spoke, he rose from behind the large wooden desk and moved out in front. Leaning his backside against it, he crossed his arms and waited. Incredibly sexy in a tailored suit, Lanie found him even sexier when dressed down in jeans, appreciating the way the denim clung to his muscular thighs. He wore a fitted button down shirt in a dark hunter green. Untucked, the long lines of the shirt against the dark denim, made him appear taller. He’d rolled up the cuffs, which exposed his defined forearms. Ethan was fit. He worked out daily, playing basketball or racquetball with friends several days a week, and it showed. Mouth watering, she gobbled him up with her eyes.

“Miss Langston?”

She blinked. Pulling her attention away from his arms, she looked up, noting his brow quirked in question. Had he asked a question?

Unfolding his arms, he crooked a finger at her in a come here motion. “You keep piling on the demerits. You’ve got ten seconds or the punishment you’ve already earned will be doubled.”

Hurriedly, she re-tied her blouse, coming down the broad steps as gracefully as could while hobbled at the knees with a pair of panties. It wasn’t easy keeping them in place and not taking a header onto the hard tile, but at last, she made it, coming to a stop in front of him.

“I’m sorry for being so distracted, sir. And for the panties.”

“What else have you done wrong, Miss Langston?”

Fully engrossed in his role, his face was stern as he taught his lesson. Despite his firm demeanor, she could see the warmth and affection in his eyes. Without it, she would find it difficult to maintain her composure. Still, she scrambled for an answer. “Well… I disobeyed your instructions and um, dawdled, several times.”

“All minor offenses. What is the most egregious transgression that must be addressed, and severely.”

“Uh…” She replayed everything since she’d walked in the room, but was stumped.

“Think hard. You’re a bright girl. What did I say we’d discuss when you got here?”

“Texting and driving? But I was stuck in traffic.”

“You were at a dead stop then?”

Shit. She hadn’t been, but they weren’t going more than two or three miles per hour at most. Still, technically, she’d broken the rule. She suddenly found her hands very interesting as she shook her head to say no.

“I didn’t think so. Bumper to bumper traffic can stop on a dime which means you have to be more vigilant.” He lifted her chin with a crooked finger until she was looking at him. “What was your promise to me about driving?”

“Follow the speed limit, always wear my seatbelt, only hands free talk on the phone if necessary, and absolutely no texting while driving.”

“Perfect. Obviously this wasn’t a case of not understanding the rules.” He stood up, grasping her hips to keep her in place, and while staring into her eyes, he stepped into the crotch of her panties. In one firm motion, the strained material was down her ankles and crushed beneath the sole of his shoe. Holy crap, that was hot. The bold as brass cowboy type move, was practically her undoing and she whimpered helplessly.

“Step out, clasp your hands behind your head and spread your legs nice and wide for me.”

Everything about this scene aroused her. The empty classroom, the cool air against her skin, his orders given in that sultry, evocative voice—that alone made her pussy quiver with need. But nothing compared to the long, gentle fingers that found the ache between her thighs and began stroking her slowly.

The fact that she was half naked, her rucked up schoolgirl skirt baring her from the waist down while he remained fully dressed was patently erotic. But the way he’d removed her panties, with the tread of his shoe she couldn’t get that out of her head. She didn’t think she could take anymore and begged him for release.

“Please, Professor… sir, I need to come so bad!”

“Shh, we’ve barely begun. Along with a punishment, we’re going to have a lesson in patience.”

His fingers continued to explore while watching her face intently. His fingers glided over her clit, flicked it, and abrading it lightly by scraping his nail across the sensitive surface. Her nerve endings tingled and her pussy contracted with an urgent need for release. Attuned to her reactions, he knew she was close and moved away, sliding lower, finding and invading her wetness with a series of slowly tormenting glides. Her muscles clamped around him, straining for more—harder, faster, deeper, anything but the slowness of this torture.

Shamelessly, she moved her hips, trying to set a faster pace, but a humming noise came from him. Whether from disapproval or something else, she wasn’t sure, but he’d stopped the motion, although his fingers remained embedded inside.

“You’re a hot little piece, aren’t you, my dear?”

Without waiting for a response, he rotated his hand until the tips of two fingers pressed against the front wall of her pussy and he began to rub. Her mouth opened wider as she struggled to bring more air in her constricted lungs.

“I don’t think you answered my question, girl. Are you a hot little piece of ass?”

“Yes, Professor. I’m hot for you right now and begging you to fuck me.”

“Vulgarity from a girl your age is unbecoming, we’ll address that as well. But tell me, Miss Langston. Do you take a punishment so lightly that you hazard more?”

“No, sir, but I always get this way around you. I lose control because I want you so badly.”

His fingers moved back to her clit and he teased it, circling around it, painting it with more of her wetness. A groan of pleasure came freely from her lips as she pushed her hips forward, seeking more.

He removed his fingers to deliver a firm slap to her plump lower lips. “Be still,” he ordered.

Her eyes flew wide, lips parting to drag air into her constricted chest. Shocked and aroused, her body trembled as a rush of liquid inundated her pussy. The next instant, Lanie felt a rivulet of fluid overflow and begin to run down the inside of her thigh. For some reason, she was mortified. Ethan’s fingers were right there; he had to have felt her uncontrollable response. A blaze of heat rushed from her chest, up her neck and across her face as she gaped at him. His lips curved into a smile, the first since she’d entered his classroom. Yeah, he knew, he’d have to be oblivious to have missed it, and Ethan was never that.

“It seems you like a swat on more than your ass, naughty girl.” He smacked her pussy again—harder. “It makes this already soaked pussy spill over with honey.” She swayed, leaning toward him with undeniable need. Ethan’s free hand came to her lower back, supporting her, but also pushing her hips forward to give him an easy target as he slapped her lips a third time and a fourth until she cried out in pleasure. “I’ll file that tidbit of information away for later.” He pressed a kiss against her temple, before he took a step back and released her. “Bend over the desk.”

On shaky legs, she stepped forward grateful for the support of the sturdy surface and the coolness of the wood against her heated skin. Positioning her head so she could see him, her eyes followed as he moved behind the desk. Intensely aware of his every movement, Lanie gasped as her focus centered on his mouth as he sucked her juices from his sodden fingers. She moaned uncontrollably wishing he was drinking directly from the source. He glanced up at the soft sound, slowly sliding his fingers out of his mouth. But he wasn’t finished. Once free, he spread his two fingers and lapped up what was left with a long glide of his tongue, from tip to tip and along the dip between.

“You’re killing me, Ethan.”

“Shh, no talking during lessons. And it’s Professor Fischer or sir to you, Miss Langston. You won’t die from delayed gratification, no one ever has to my knowledge.”

“I just might be the first, sir.”

He didn’t veer from his course as he opened a drawer and removed a wooden ruler. He also pulled out an old school style cane and laid both implements on the desk.

Afraid she’d come from anticipation alone, Lanie closed her eyes. The coolness of the desk seeped through her blouse and her nipples tightened further, which she wouldn’t have thought possible. Focusing on moving much needed air in and out of her lungs, she tried to distract her mind. It was flooded with images of the classroom, her bare ass pointing toward the empty students’ desks and she wondered what it would be like to be punished in front of a full class. Humiliating she was sure, but the thought aroused her more.

She heard Ethan move behind her. “Spread your legs.” She did, but he wasn’t satisfied and nudged the inside of her foot with his own until he was. The cool air brushed against the moisture gathered there making her aware that her entire cleft, from clit and ass, was parted and on full display. His hand stroked up her thighs, collecting more of her wetness.

“Nice and wet. I hope you feel the same way after your punishment.”

“Are you really going to use both the ruler and the cane on me, sir?”

“I plan on giving your disobedient behind a thorough warm-up with my hand, then I’ll swat your sit spots and thighs with the ruler for as long as it takes to make my point, before I finish up with five from the cane.”

“I think you’ve made your point already, sir.”

“That’s for me to decide, not you. Isn’t it, Lanie?”

His finger penetrated her and she nearly came on the spot. Barely holding it together, she somehow managed to speak. “Yes, sir. Are we still going on our trip?”

“Of course, why wouldn’t we?”

“Well,” she croaked, swallowing convulsively and steeled herself against the slow glide of his finger. How he expected her to talk through this, she couldn’t understand. “It sounds like a pretty harsh spanking. How will I sit down in the car?”

“You, my dear wife, will place that pert little ass right on the leather—tanned hide to tanned hide—and you will do so as part of your punishment. Hopefully, every time your fine ass gets behind the wheel in the future, this lesson will serve as a reminder not to text and drive. Got it?”

A tremor rocked through her as he slipped character for a moment, sounding unmistakably stern. If she had questioned the realness of the upcoming spanking, she didn’t any longer. She nodded and softly gave her response. “I got it, sir.”

“Good.” He paused as he leaned over her back. His big body caging hers as it held her immobilized against the unforgiving wood. The warmth of his long frame against her, the scrape of his jeans against her bare ass and thighs, and the brush of his breath in her ear made her heart pound

“Now then, Miss Langston,” he said low in her ear as his fingers twisted in her hair. “I am gravely disappointed in you—my best pupil.”

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw his long fingers wrap around the ruler. The innocent looking strip of wood, so commonplace in a schoolroom, seemed anything but innocent in his hand. It scraped across the desktop and moved out of sight as he stood and eased away from her.

Severing all contact except for the unrelenting hand in her hair, his fingers flexed, giving a firm tug as he pulled her head backward. The act, so simple in its dominance, made her body vibrate with need. It got her primed every time and he knew that. In a moment of self-disclosure, she had given him that and ever since gaining that knowledge, he’d exploited it shamelessly.

Ethan had always enjoyed playing with her long hair during sex, loving the silky feel of it in his hands and on his body. He’d told her so often. His fingers would toy with a curl, softly stroke and caress it where it fell down her back or spilled over her shoulders. Often, during everyday moments, while in the car, or when cuddling on the couch watching TV, he would tug on a springy coil, or comb through it with his fingers. At times, it would end there as a gentle caress. Other times, out of the blue, his fingers would thread through the thick mass and with a twist, he’d pull her head back for a kiss or to whisper provocative words in her ear with his richly resonant voice. Then, as now, her mouth would go dry at the effortless control he wielded over her willing body.

“What do you have to say for yourself?” He asked as his hand came down with a resounding slap that rolled like an echo in the cavernous room.

“I’m sorry, sir.”

“You’re sorry to have been caught.” He punctuated his words with smarting swats on both cheeks. “Are you regretting all those late assignments or flirting with every one of my male students, shamelessly distracting them from their work?” The slaps came down more forcefully and with a burst of speed. Her skin barely absorbed the impact of one before he landed another. She lost count as the fire he stoked on her behind kept pace with the blaze burning deep in her pussy.

Hanging on the cusp between pleasure and pain, she parted her legs farther and arched her back. Like a cat in heat she mewled and groaned, wordlessly asking for more. Then he stopped, but only for a second, before a new sensation penetrated her adrenaline intoxicated brain as a swathe of fire bit into her upper thigh. He plied this new weapon steadily back and forth, not letting up when she whimpered, not pausing when she whined.

“I should tell your father about this behavior, naughty girl.”

The relentless slap of the ruler rang out through the room with her plea. “No, sir,” she cried, barely able to string her words together. “He’ll be angry.”

“Hmm, more so than I, certainly. At least I’m not paying tuition in exchange for idle and wanton behavior.”

In his determined hand, the thin strip of unfinished wood continued its barrage against her poor thighs. She would be seven shades of crimson by now, she was sure. How many times had the ruler fallen anyway? Twenty… Thirty… Fifty, maybe? After a flurry of swats along her inner thighs, she swore it was double and he didn’t seem to be slowing down.