He indicated the public play area. “And my friend is finishing up with the spanking bench. All set?”
“Yes, sir.”
If she’d thought he did Dom well before, she was sure of it now. His entire body straightened as he rose and glared down at her. “Did you forget to bring in your completed paper again, young lady?”
“Yes, sir,” she answered, trying not to smile. She’d done some role-play in the past, but for some reason, the idea of it with Ryan fascinated her, probably because he actually was a professor. In a lot of ways, it wasn’t even role-playing for him, but if he was willing to indulge her, she could probably come up with dozens of naughty-student scenarios.
“Mind wandering again too, I see. You’ll need to be punished severely. I can’t have you disrupting class. Get up and go over to the bench.”
With a nod, she rose and walked over to where his friend and his now well-spanked and fucked submissive stood. The sub leaned heavily on her Dom, who turned to Ryan.
“You all set?”
“Yeah, we’re just going to do a simple scene.”
“I’ll be right on that same couch if you need me.” Slapping Ryan on the back, he continued. “Have fun.”
Ryan turned back to her, and she could swear he’d grown several inches since she’d first stood next to him. He pointed to the spanking bench.
“Clean it off, and then bend over the desk here. It’s about time you paid for your insolence. It’s either this or a failing grade.”
“I can’t fail, sir. I’ll take whatever punishment you feel is necessary,” Lisette said as she did his bidding and wiped down the equipment.
“Yes, you will.”
After she settled herself over the spanking bench, he buckled her in until she could only move a slight bit in each direction. Her entire soul reached out to this man, instinctively knowing, no matter how new he was, that he could give her what she needed. It had been months since she’d had a good spanking, and she’d come here tonight, hoping and praying she’d find someone compatible.
It had been a year since she’d broken things off with her last Dom. Only in the past few weeks had she felt the urge to submit to a man. Master Taz had made her so gun-shy, she hadn’t even considered coming here for months. But vanilla dating just wasn’t cutting it anymore.
She noticed he tested the cuffs on her wrists for fit. When he reached her ankles, the last of the various buckles to attend to, he asked, “Which ankle did you sprain?”
“My left, sir.”
“Do you want me to leave it uncuffed?”
“No, sir, I want to be completely immobilized.”
“As you wish.”
Chapter Two
Ryan took a few moments to gaze at Lisette trussed up on the spanking bench and calm his breathing. He imagined it wouldn’t be cool if a Dom came in his pants before the scene even began. Bending, he grabbed the ruler paddle from his toy bag and then rooted through the other stuff until he found a larger leather paddle. He liked using paddles. They seemed to be the easiest implements for him to control, and when he’d seen the ruler paddle online, he knew he had to get it, given his day job.
Obviously he would never even consider using corporal punishment on his students, but some of the faux-Victorian spanking porn he’d watched had been pretty hot. He was happy to indulge this fantasy of Lisette’s.
Stepping closer, he dropped the leather paddle on top of his bag for later and reached out. Hooking his thumbs in the waistband of her gauzy pants, he pulled them down to her knees with suddenly trembling hands. As he’d suspected, she was bare underneath. He could’ve happily done a swan dive into her pussy with his face, but he knew he had to stay in character, so he tamped down on his own desire.
“What a naughty girl. Not even wearing panties to class.” He patted her ass with the paddle, then moved it away. Reaching with his free hand, he ran his fingers through her soaked folds. “And it appears someone’s excited.” Her pussy wasn’t shaved bare but rather was neatly trimmed, which was fine with him, as a bare pussy frankly did nothing for him.
“Yes, sir.” Lisette answered in a meek tone.
“Let’s see what we can do about your inability to turn in assignments on time.” Moving to her left, he took a couple of practice swings, then brought the paddle to about shoulder height and laid on the first stroke, following it immediately with a caress of his left hand. “Okay?”
“Green, sir.”
As soon as she spoke, he gave her another stroke, right on the fleshiest part of her bared ass. Her breath caught, but she remained silent. “Are you learning, girl?”
“Yes, sir. I won’t do it anymore, sir.”
“I’m not sure I believe you.” He gave her three more strokes, moving down her bottom a little on each stroke so that the last one landed right where her ass and thighs met. Soothing the skin with his left hand as she attempted to wiggle into his touch, he continued, really getting into his role and saying all the things he wished he could say to his real students. “When you don’t turn in your assignments on time, you’re disrespecting me and my class.”
“I’m sorry, sir.”
“You’re going to be.”
She seemed to be adequately warmed up, and he spanked her steadily for a few moments, covering her ass from near the top to a little on her thighs. As the area blushed from light pink to a darker shade, he positioned himself where he could see her expression.
Stopping for a moment, he switched the paddle to his left hand while he flexed his right. He’d taken to watching a few spanking videos online somewhat obsessively. He had no idea how some Doms could spank for such long periods of time. His hand, though it fit nicely into the handle of the wooden ruler paddle, was already beginning to cramp. Then he switched back and began again, going up and down Lisette’s ass several more times.
“Color, girl?”
“Green, sir.”
She was starting to breathe harder, and her ass was a uniform dark pink color, but she hadn’t called yellow, so he continued.
He gave her a few more swats. “I’m going to paddle your thighs now. Maybe it will help you pay better attention if you’re sitting on a thoroughly spanked ass in my class.”
“Yes, sir,” came the reply, her voice betraying her rising emotion.
Ryan laid several strokes along the sensitive backs of her thighs, checking her expression after every few. “Color?”
“Green.”
Is this girl sure she’s not a masochist?
He glanced over at Jack, who could see Lisette’s expression better than him, and the other man nodded. Surely Jack would say something if he thought Ryan was making a mistake or Lisette seemed in distress, so Ryan continued, putting down another set on Lisette’s thighs.
“Do you think you can behave now?”
“Yes, sir. Please, don’t spank me anymore.”
“You don’t get to decide that, do you?”
“No, sir.”
Ryan spanked her some more, covering the entire area from the tops of her cheeks to midthigh, and finally saw a tear roll down her cheek. From his reading he knew stopping right then would only frustrate her, so he gave her several more strokes before he halted and ran his left hand over her ass.
“Color?”
Lisette was breathing hard, but as Ryan swirled his fingers in her pussy again, her body shuddered as best it could in the bonds. If it was possible, she was even wetter than before, and he felt like the king of the universe. He could see how Doms got addicted to this incredible high.
“Green, sir.”
“Are you sure? If I continue, you’ll get a leather paddle.”
“Yes, sir. I-it’s been a long time since I’ve gotten a good spanking.” She paused and took a deep breath. “I’ve needed it. I’ve missed it. Thank you, sir.”
“You’re welcome. Then we’ll continue.” Picking up the larger paddle, he tapped it against her ass. “Let’s make sure you respect me and my class. Twenty. Count them.”
Slowly Ryan paddled Lisette, landing one stroke every ten seconds or so. In between, he watched her expression. Her eyes were closed, and her mouth was slightly opened. Tears trickled down her face, but she dutifully counted each stroke as his dick hardened into a slab of granite between his legs. When he reached ten, he asked her again, “Color?”
“Green.”
The word seemed to be forced out through clenched teeth, but Lisette was, by her own admission, an experienced submissive, and Ryan trusted her to know her own limits, so he continued. He’d only gotten through a few of the second set of strokes when Lisette stiffened as much as was possible in her bonds and threw her head back. She let out a screech and came. It took every ounce of control Ryan possessed not to follow her into the abyss.
He’d
done that to her. He’d spanked her to orgasm. Goddamn, but he felt about fifty feet tall. The remaining strokes forgotten, he dropped the paddle in his bag and rounded the spanking bench.
“Open your eyes, girl.”
She did, and he swallowed at the myriad emotions he saw in them. Pain, relief, lust. They all fell out of her and washed over him, pushing his cock painfully against the front of his camo pants.
Almost reverently, Lisette repeated, “Thank you, sir.”
“Welcome. But we’re not done yet.”
“Whatever you wish, sir.”
Crouching, he wiped away her tears and pushed her hair off her face. “I think you should thank me for taking the time to properly discipline you. It’s clear this should’ve happened long ago.”
“Yes, please let me do so, sir.”
Taking a deep breath, he stood and fumbled with the zipper of the stupid pants he wore, glancing around the room as he did so. He’d known there was a good possibility he’d be having sex in public, but the actual act was still kind of surreal. Finally the damn tines cooperated, and the nearly unbearable pressure loosened a little. Reaching inside, he pulled his dick out and slowly stroked from base to tip. A drop of precum formed at the head, and he swiped at it with his thumb before offering it to Lisette. Her eager tongue darted out, completely cleaning the digit, and Ryan barely managed to hold in a tortured groan.
Using one of the lines he’d heard in a video on the Internet, Ryan said, “Tell me you’re sorry and ask for my cock, girl.” He leaned a little closer, keeping one hand on his dick while the other gripped the bench to steady himself. Lisette couldn’t reach him from where she was, though she strained to try. “Uh-uh-uh,” he scolded. “Say you’re sorry. If you’re a real good girl, I’ll let you suck my cock to show me you’re going to behave from now on.” Lisette’s eyes filled with heat, and his breath caught. She was gorgeous in her submission.
“I’m so sorry, sir. I’ll never do it again. Please let me make you feel good to thank you for giving me what I deserved.”
As soon as the words were out of her mouth, he slid his dick inside and sighed. Since he hadn’t been all that discriminate about whom he’d been sleeping with in the months since the separation from his wife, it had only been about six weeks since he’d felt a mouth wrapped around his cock. Yet somehow this was different. He was harder than he could ever remember being.
Lisette swirled her tongue around his cockhead, and he let go of the base, instead shoving his hand into her hair. “Fuck, yes, that’s good.”
She moaned, and the vibrations sent a shudder through him. Apparently she was enjoying having him in her mouth as much as he was enjoying having his dick sucked.
What a lucky coincidence.
He smirked, but the expression faded as she deep throated him. “Shit!” She looked up, a question in her eyes, and Ryan hastened to reassure her. “Suck that cock like a good girl.” Ryan was liberally borrowing lines from those videos he’d discovered online and wondered if he’d gone too far, but Lisette moaned again and tightened even more around his shaft. If she kept that up, it was all over. With reluctance, he pulled out.
He tapped the head of his cock on her bottom lip. “Are you going to behave?”
“Yes, sir.”
Taking a little more time to compose himself, he continued. “And what do you think will happen if you don’t?”
She looked from his still-hard dick up into his eyes. “You’ll spank me again, sir.”
Thrusting back inside, he answered, “Yes, I will. If I see behavior like this again, I won’t hesitate to pull down your panties and apply that paddle again, even longer and harder and quite possibly in front of the rest of the class.”
Lisette’s cheeks hollowed as she began to bob up and down on his shaft as best she could, and he knew he wasn’t going to last.
“Make me come, girl.”
With several more strong pulls, she did, and as his orgasm raced down his spine before pooling in his balls and finally erupting out of the head of his dick, he threw his head back, his teeth clenched so hard he was pretty sure he’d broken a tooth. After several long moments, he pulled out and took hold of his softening shaft. “Lick me clean.”
That task completed, Ryan tucked himself back into his pants. Glancing up, he saw Jack grinning at him like he was considering applauding the performance. He couldn’t help but smile back. Then he crouched again so that he was at Lisette’s level. “Okay?”
“Perfect, sir. Absolutely perfect.”
“How’s your ankle?”
“Fine.”
He nodded, relieved. “I’m going to untie you, and then we’ll go over to the couch where my friends are. I think we could both use some water.”
“Thank you, sir.”
Tilting his head, he said, “Do you always call a man who’s not your Dom, sir?”
“Unless they tell me not to, yes. Would you rather I didn’t?”
“It’s fine. I was just curious.”
With surer hands than he’d had at his disposal when he’d restrained her earlier, Ryan undid the various fastenings and helped Lisette to her feet, keeping a tight hold on her. She made no move to pull up her pants, and he wondered if she was waiting for permission. Ryan looked over at Jack and motioned to her pants. Jack chuckled and shrugged.
Some help he is.
Ryan didn’t want her, or himself for that matter, to trip on the voluminous fabric but wasn’t sure what protocol was. Jack had taught him about aftercare, but he wasn’t sure if he was still allowed to order her to do anything. Her face was tucked into the crook of his neck, her eyes closed as a small smile played over her enticing, swollen mouth, and he decided he wouldn’t mind having her naked. Except, for some reason, he felt like he should give her the choice. Maybe that was wrong. He could ask Jack later but decided to go with his gut and see how she reacted.