Lanie's Lessons (27 page)

Still coughing, he scowled at the yammering Jacobs when he noticed a full length trench coat on one of the chairs. Beside it was a long slender box tied with a red bow, an exact match of the one Lanie had draped across her naked body. The flash of her image had his cock stirring—damn. He had to get rid of Jacobs before he noted the hard on bulging in his pants. Looking up, he saw Jacobs staring at him expectantly.

“Excuse me, what was that?”

“Can I get you some water?”

“No, I’m fine. The coffee went—” He stopped as soft fingers slipped inside his pant leg, brushing his ankle. Clearing his throat again, he tried again. “The coffee went down the wrong pipe.” As Lanie’s hands teased up the inside of his leg, he felt her face nuzzle against him. When her hand slipped between his thighs, he shifted, trapping her wandering hand. Instantly hard, he sat abruptly, his hand going beneath the desk. Finding one of her two braids, he tugged it in warning.

“If you want to discuss this further, although it’s pointless, you’ll have to make an appointment. I have a conference call in a few moments.” That was a lie; his afternoon schedule was clear. Although he planned to block it off to see to the near naked nymph who was currently torturing him beneath his desk.

“I have Wednesday afternoon open.” The young man suggested as he dug out his calendar and flipped through the pages.

Ethan didn’t have a clue what he was rambling on about as Lanie’s free hand crept over his thigh and latched onto the bulge beneath his zipper. He tugged harder on her braid and wrapped it around his hand, but she continued. When she eased down his zipper, he barely suppressed a groan as soft fingers reached inside his boxers.

He barked sharply at the kid as he dismissed him. “Schedule with my secretary, Jacobs, not me, and close the door behind you as you leave.”

As soon as the door slammed, Ethan rolled back his chair. “What the hell, Lanie.”

“Happy Birthday?” was her tentative response.

His eyes ran over her perfect body as his brain tried to assimilate what was going on. “Don’t move.” He bolted across the room and locked the door. In a flash he returned, dropped his pants and boxer briefs before seating himself. “Carry on naughty girl. See to this and then I’ll see to you.”

“Yes, Professor Fischer.” With a wicked smile on her face, she rose to all fours and crept toward him. Sliding her hands up his long legs, she leaned into him, pushing his shirt up his belly and out of the way. With her breasts mashed against his bare legs, she dipped her head. Beginning at the base of his cock, her tongue licked along the shaft wetting his hot skin. When she got to the head, she teased the sensitive underside before swirling slowly all around it. It took all he had to keep from spurting on her lovely face and bringing an end too soon to a coveted birthday blow job.

“That feels really good, baby, but I want you to suck me. Now.”

He wrapped both braids around his hands and held on, not pulling or forcing his way inside, simply holding on. He wanted to sit back and enjoy every minute, content to let her do the work for a change.

Eyes riveted on her, he watched every seductive movement. She wrapped her hand around the base and guided him in, opening wide as she took as much as she could. Lanie gave great head, but she’d never been able to deep throat him. So she made up for it with enthusiasm. Her head bobbed up and down as she sucked him, her big eyes looking up at him the whole while. Her cheeks hollowed as she added more suction, just as he liked and he felt the insistent tingle in his balls.

“I want to last longer, but damn, baby, you’re gonna make me come.”

Pulling off of him with a slurp. “Come, Ethan,” she urged. “As the birthday boy you’re allowed more than one.” Without another word, she took him in deep, working fast with her mouth and hand. The hum at the back of her throat vibrating along the length of his cock. Obviously, she was enjoying giving as much as he was receiving—well, maybe not quite as much, but very nearly. Before long, he tensed.

“I’m there, Lanie,” he cried, his voice harsh to his own ears. His balls ached and the pressure was almost unbearable. His eyes bored down on her, at the point of no return. “I’m gonna come down your throat and watch you swallow every drop.”

Violent shudders shook his body and harsh grunts rose from deep in his chest as he came, splashing hotly against the back of her throat. He watched through half lidded eyes as she took what he gave her, drinking him down as she continued to stroke him with her hand. Her lips glistened as she pulled off of him, bathing him with long licks of her tongue until his body eased back to normal.

“Holy fuck, that was fantastic.”

He released her braids, slid his hands under her arms and lifted her onto his lap. Bare breasts pressed into this chest and smooth cheeks cushioned his deflating cock she curled into him, arms winding around his neck.

“Happy Birthday, honey. Did you like your present?”

“Like doesn’t come close, baby. I loved it. Thank you.”

“Was it like your fantasy?”

“It was better than any fantasy—ever—but which one are you referring to?”

“Remember our bet after the ballgame? It was supposed to be you under my desk, but since you suggested it—and actually won the bet—I thought you might like it if I turned it around.”

“I can’t think of a better fantasy to bring to life than having a beautiful girl under my desk for a half-naked blow job. I like the outfit, and the braids are a nice touch too.”

Her face suffused with color as she peeped up at him. “I remembered how much you like plaid.”

“I appreciate the imagination and the effort, baby.” He chuckled as he squeezed her close. “It’s rude of me to ask, but I’m curious. What’s in the box?”

“I almost forgot.” She scampered off his lap and retrieved it. Standing between his thighs, she presented her gift with outstretched arms, her vivid blush nearly matching the crimson bow across her chest. “A gift for my teacher on his birthday.”

He smiled up at her, his hands curving around her bottom to pull her in between his thighs. “I’m not sure which one to unwrap first.”

“I was present number one, Ethan. The box is number two. Open it.” He didn’t think she could blush any redder but she did. His curiosity piqued, he pulled her onto his lap, then released the ribbon and lifted the lid. His eyes widened at what he found inside. Reaching in, he picked up a short crop, about eighteen inches long, it had an extra-large swat on the end, the folded leather as wide as his palm. He flicked it against his open hand and the loud slapping noise made him grin.

“I like it. This short handle will give me extra control when I use it on my bad girl’s behind.”

“There’s more?”

Arching a brow, he reached back in the box, pushing aside tissue paper.

“You’ve been a very good boy this year, so I got you a few things.” Her nervous giggle and the continued flush of her skin told him how hard this had been for her. It was the first time she had taken the initiative in their play and she had never made suggestions for scenes, outside the murmurs of more, and the cries of harder and faster.

“Thank you, Lanie. I want you to know how proud I am of you. You’re being very daring with this gift and I appreciate it.” He planted a hard kiss on her open lips, then pulled out the next item. Holding up another spanking implement, he added with an arched brow, “And maybe a little imprudent. This is an extreme play item from what I’ve read.”

“It’s called a loopy Johnny.”

“I know what it is. The question is how do you?”

“Um… research?”

“Mm, hm. More like a suggestion from Beth, I imagine.”

“Yes, she did recommend it and the crop. She said they are her favorites, two in a long list of favorites actually. She says this one is very quiet and that Steven has used it on her in, well… not so private locations without anyone being aware.”

“I’ll have to thank Beth for expanding our collection.” His eyes flicked up to hers as she made a choking sound. “Ah, you didn’t tell her you bought them.”

“She’s my friend, not my confessor, Ethan. I don’t tell her everything.”

“I’m sure you’ll compare notes eventually. She’ll insist on it.”

“That’s why I didn’t tell her that I ordered these for you. I love her like a sister, but she can be relentless.”

“I’ve always thought she would have made an excellent trial attorney. I’d hate to be on the stand under her cross examination.”

“Try being her friend and trying to keep something secret. It’s scary.” She patted his hand, which still held the loopy Johnny. “There’s one more item in the box, Ethan.”

Moving aside another layer of tissue paper, he pulled out the last item. “A hand-tooled flogger. Very nice, Lanie.”

“I picked that one out all by myself. It’s called the suleika, which means seducer. If the five-star reviews can be believed, it’s a sensual flogger and recommended hands down by the floggees, so I thought that one would be especially fun for both of us. I poured over websites for days before I made up my mind.”

“I bet that was a real eye-opener.”

She blushed prettily and looked away. “It was certainly educational. Some of the items looked positively medieval, but there were toys and other items that might bear a second look.”

“Is that so. Now I’m intrigued. We’ll have to do a little shopping together so you can show me.” Ethan ran his hands over the leather tails. “The workmanship on this is superb.”

“I didn’t want to skimp since it’s my butt on the line.”

“And other parts,” he agreed suggestively. “These short tail floggers are made for targeting other intimate areas.”

“Yes, sir.”

He grinned. It seemed, the more they got into role-play, the edgier they were becoming, especially with the spanking and impact implements. He was glad it wasn’t one sided and she was taking the initiative to explore and build on what they had.

About ten inches long, the royal blue strands of the flogger were ultra-soft and with the paddle handle, it was still light weight which would make his aim more accurate. An image of warming up Lanie’s bottom until it glowed pink, or of flogging her breasts—that would take a controlled hand. Or of lying her flat with her legs spread while he lashed her delicate pussy until she came… Damn. He could see why it was called the seducer.

After placing it alongside the others on his desk, he stood up and placed a kiss on her slightly parted lips. Unable to resist the temptation, he dipped inside for another taste. “Thank you for my presents, baby,” he murmured against her lips. “I look forward to testing each one on your sexy behind. In fact, right now seems the perfect time.”

“I was hoping you’d say that, Professor.”

He shook his head and grinned over her eagerness. She really had turned into a spanking devotee. Lucky man that he was, he also got to enjoy the rewards of her fascination.

With a hand at her lower back, he guided her to the other side of his desk. “I have to wonder, young lady. You wouldn’t be trying to butter me up in order to get a better grade in my class, would you?”

He paused and she blinked. The sudden change in dialogue taking barely a moment for her to process. The gleam in her eye told him the moment her imagination kicked in.

“My father will kill me if I fail another class, sir.” Her hands slid up his shirt and she stuck out her lower lip in a pretty pout. “Isn’t there
something
I can do for extra credit?”

That mouth of hers got him every time. Her plush pink lips, already swollen from his kisses, and the stretch and glide of his cock only moments before. The way she was running her tongue slowly across her lower lip, wetting it until it glistened, made his cock jump to ready position. He tried to keep his head in the game and focus on her pleasure, instead of the desire to dive back into her mouth and ride out another orgasm. He set her away before he acted like a selfish prick.

He cleared his throat and began the game. “I think your daddy should have taken you in hand some time ago. Didn’t he ever spank your bottom?”

“Never!” she gasped. “I’m nineteen years old. Much too old for a spanking.”

“Girls are never too old for a good spanking, especially naughty ones like you who break into their teacher’s office, strip down naked in order to bribe him with sex. Shame on you, Miss Langston.” He picked up the crop and ordered. “Bend over the desk.”

“What?” She gaped at the leather crop. “You wouldn’t dare.”

“I dare many things. Bend over and grip the far side of the desk. Do it before you earn a double dose.”

She hesitated, although he saw the glint in her eye. Quite the little actress, she enjoyed their games as much as he did. She also enjoyed feigning resistance and being made to comply. He had no problem with that and proceeded to spin her around. With a firm hand between her shoulder blades, Ethan pressed her down until her bare breasts lay flush against the desktop, her tempting round ass on display and framed beautifully by the plaid skirt,.

“Spread your legs.” She obeyed this time without question and he could see the glimmering wetness on her inner thighs. “You’re wet, girl. I think you’re lying and aren’t quite as innocent as you want others to believe. In fact, I bet you’re lying about never being spanked, as well.”

“No, sir. I’m a good girl. But sucking your big cock made me really hot.”

He barked with laughter, momentarily shocked by her naughty words and the contradictory statements. It earned her a swat on her saucy behind with an open palm.

“Dishonesty and a dirty mouth will definitely earn you more punishment. But not with my hand—much too loud for the office. Good thing some forward thinking young woman gifted me with some quieter implements.” He picked up the flogger and after allowing the tails to caress her skin lightly for a moment, let it fly across the crest of her ass. The soft thwack of the leather filled the room along with her breathy sigh. With a little more force he brought it down again and delivered a series of six strokes.

When he stopped, her whispered words and red cheeks spurred his arousal.

“Please keep going,” she said softly as her body trembled.