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“Mm. You want me to spank you, don’t you, buttercup?” Running my hand along her supple ass, I watch intently as she squirms for me. When she doesn’t answer me, I bring my hand back and slap her left cheek.
Her gasp makes me happy. I wait for her to give me some feminist bullshit about how she can’t believe I would spank her. She surprises me by pushing her ass out and wiggling. Goddamn, she’s begging for me to spank her again. Black spots float through my eyes as my blood pressure rises, and I realize I’m getting in too deep, too fast.
“That’s right, stick that little slutty ass out for me.”
Another slap and she moans. “Yes.” That tiny voice comes out on a damn squeak as I continue to smack her. I’m going to destroy this girl, and there isn’t a fucking person who can stop me.
My handprint is bright on both her cheeks, and I hear her sniffling. I rub a finger along her wet folds and laugh. She’s sopping wet, and when I push against her clit, she moves her body against me.
“Your body betrays those little sniffles you are trying so hard not to let me hear, buttercup.”
My fingers glide up her back, and when I get to her hair, I undo her hair clip and fling it on my desk. Fisting my hand in her curls, I pull her up and force her to look my way.
“If I wanted to, I could fuck you and you’d take it, wouldn’t you?”
Her eyes are glazed over and I know I have her right where I want her. “Y… Yes.” She whimpers as I push a finger into her tight slit.
“That’s what I thought.” Her pussy walls clench around my fingers, and if it weren’t for the incessant beeping on my phone, I’d take her virginity right now.
Shit, I forgot I had a damn meeting. Pulling away from her, I lick my finger and walk toward the door.
“Get yourself cleaned up. I have to go.” I leave before I run late, or worse, I sink my dick into her.
“What?” Her one word reaches me as the door closes, and the feeling that I’m a cold bastard hits me hard, but I don’t have time to process it.
By the time I get back to the office, Jasmine is gone, and I’m pissed she didn’t ask for permission to leave. Sighing, I sit down at my desk and wonder how long it will take me to train her to be my good little girl. She’s already being such a naughty little brat. Surely she can be my good girl too.
Powering up my laptop, I think about the way she was into her spanking. It’s definitely not a good enough punishment for her. As I log into the tracking device, I see Jasmine is at Tia’s. Fine. I’ll let her be for now. Although, I’m not sure Tia’s the best influence for her. They are super close which means I’m going to have to break that.
The good side of my brain urges me to let her have some girl time, but the devilish side wins out. Using my connection to her phone, I send her a text.
Me:You need to report back to my office.
Like a goddamn junkie, I watch the three bubbles appear.
Jasmine:No. I only work four hours.
I bark out a laugh at her gumption. Cheeky little brat.
Me:And what did we discuss this morning?
The bubbles appear then disappear then reappear. Man, she must be typing up a long ass reply.
Jasmine:We didn’t. You demanded and I’m not sure I want to follow anything you have to say. I think it’s best if we remain professional and you don’t try to um… well you know what I’m saying.
What the fuck?
Me:What the hell do you mean, you aren’t sure? That sweet ass pussy of yours has been soaked since this morning.
Jasmine doesn’t reply for the longest time. When the bubbles disappear for good, I almost chuck my phone across the room, but I control myself. Goddamn, she has me in knots. Getting up, I plan to go get something to eat but my mind has other ideas.
The tracker on my phone beeps as I get closer to Tia’s house and to my surprise, I see the volleyball coach in her car, looking pissed. Not wanting to be spotted, I take a left, and drive to the nearest fast food place.
Sending a message to Laura, I try hard to compose myself.
Me:Drove by Tia’s on my way home and saw you there. Everything ok?
For fuck’s sake, it’s none of my business. Then I have to remind myself I’m the Dean of Education. Of course, it’s my business if a staff member is at a student’s house at night.
