“Lock it.”
She obeyed quickly this time.
“Come sit in my lap.”
She walked the few steps around my desk and perched hesitantly on the side of my chair. I gripped her waist and pulled so that she was sitting directly on my cock. I groaned as she settled onto it, her long legs hanging off the side of my chair.
I gripped her chin and guided it to me. I hadn’t tasted her lips yet. I brushed a light kiss across them before pressing harder into her, forcing her to open her mouth so I could sink my tongue inside. She warmed to my caresses and leaned into me slightly. I slid a hand under her skirt, smoothing up her thigh until I reached fabric. I broke our kiss and laughed.
“Did you think panties would stop me from fucking you?”
She looked down, heat in her cheeks. “I don’t know.”
“I don’t know what?”
“I don’t know, professor.”
“That’s one lash. I warned you last time.”
She bit her lip.
I pushed her thighs open with my hand and ran my fingertips over her panties. The fabric was deliciously wet.
“You’re already gushing for me, Ms. Finnegan.”
She tried to close her thighs but I wouldn’t let her. I slipped my fingers beneath the fabric and massaged her slick folds.
“Unbutton your shirt. I want to taste your tits.”
She didn’t move.
“That’s seven lashes.”
Her eyebrows went up and her fingers began to work at her buttons. “Seven?”
I pushed my index finger into her slick pussy. Fuck. “One for each minute you were late, one for addressing me incorrectly, and one for disobeying. That makes seven.”
She pouted. I leaned forward and took her lower lip in my mouth, sucking and biting on it as she continued unbuttoning her shirt.
“Take it off.”
She did as I told her, revealing a white lace bra underneath. Her nipples were already hard, trapped in the delicate design of the fabric.
“Off,” I said roughly and moved my slippery fingers up to her clit.
She unhooked her bra and let it fall. I dropped my mouth to her nearest nipple, sucking it in as my other hand reached around to knead her breast. I wanted to spring my cock free and sit her wet pussy right on top of it, but I couldn’t. She needed discipline first.
I sucked at her nipple and stroked her clit until she was moaning too loudly. I reluctantly released her and stood her up.
“Strip. I want to see all of you.”
She followed my order, dropping her skirt to the floor before shucking off her panties. When she stood back up I sucked in a breath. She was perfect. The only thing her pale skin needed was the pink of the lash. I would give it to her.
“Hands on the desk, Ms. Finnegan.”
She obeyed, though she stayed slightly upright. I slipped off my belt before walking to her and pushing her lower back down, which shoved her plump ass even further out. “Like this.”
“Yes, professor.”
“Good girl. Not a sound, remember?”
“Yes, professor.”
I turned on some music, classical sounds to at least try and drown out the sound of my belt on her skin. Pity, it was a gorgeous sound.
I gave her the first strike, letting the belt graze off her glistening pussy. She arched her back even more, putting her pinkness out for me to enjoy.
“That’s it.” I gave her another, higher this time, teasing her.
She raised up on her toes. I quickly gave her another, hitting the sweet spot so that she moaned. Too loud. I dropped the belt on the desk and picked up my tie.
“Open your mouth, Ms. Finnegan.”
She looked up at me and did as she was told.
“It pleases me when you obey,” I said and rolled the tie in my hand before stuffing it into her mouth.
I reclaimed the belt and aimed a shot right at her folds. Her knees weakened a bit and she dropped her head. The tie muffled her cry, but I heard it enough to have to let my cock out to play. Just the feeling of my shorts rubbing against it would make me come now. She’d gotten me that riled up, that desperate to punish her.
“Three more, Ms. Finnegan. I can hit you higher or I can hit your pussy. If you want me to get your pussy, you’ll have to spread your legs more for me. I’ll let you choose as a reward for being so good so far.” I brought the belt up to my face and licked where it had touched her.
She eased her legs apart further.
Fuck. I wanted to come on her ass, her pussy. She was mine. I hit her again, the hardest one yet across her pussy. The pink on her skin was perfect. She trembled and cried into my tie.
“Two more.” I rubbed her ass, needing to feel her before giving her the final lashes.