You wink as you pass me and trail your fingers along my arm. It’s just for a second, but the sensation makes goosebumps explode all over my skin, and I can’t help but turn to watch as you saunter towards the back of the class.
I’m so caught up that it takes me a second to notice the note you dropped into my lap. My fingers itch with excitement as I tear back the neatly folded edges, and I have to strain to read the words in the classroom’s dim lighting: "Come to room 152."
My heart starts beating faster and I can feel my cock straining against the crotch of my jeans. I lick my lips nervously as I look around the dark classroom, but I’m assured of the anonymity of your sultry passing by the bowed heads of snoozing students, Mr. Feinsteder’s monotonous drone having lulled them all to sleep a long time ago. Considering how much I hate Intro to Micro Theory, the decision is easy. I get up slowly and silently exit the room, blinking as I step into the bright light of the hall. I turn right and walk quickly to room 152, pushing the door open to find you standing on the raised platform in the center of the room, leaning casually against the podium. Your eyes flick to the door as it opens and I see an excited smile spread across your face.
"Hey, my name’s Alex," you say as you hop down from the platform and begin striding towards me.
"I’m Mikal...." I reply, but the rest is cut off as you stand on your tiptoes and kiss me, your hands reaching up and twining through my hair as your tongue slips past my lips. My hands quickly find your hips and pull you in close, eliciting a moan as you feel my hardness press up against you.
As our tongues intertwine further my hands descend from your thighs to your ass, sliding underneath the short skirt you’re wearing. One grips your cheek as the other hooks into your panties and pulls them off your wet mound, the cloth sticking a little before snapping away. My pointer and forefinger separate your lips and you gasp, pulling away from my mouth to rest your head in the alcove of my shoulder, one hand gripping my chest. I begin sliding a finger in and out of you, coating it with your wetness and drawing out more gasps of pleasure.
"Fuck I feel so dirty," you say as you crane your neck to look up at me.
I smirk and look down at you, my fingers still busy between your legs.
"Good girl." You playfully hit my chest and pull away, walking back to the platform. My eyes remain fixed on you as I follow. You crawl on top of the platform before turning to look back at me as you slide your panties down to your knees. Then, smiling, you lower your head to the ground, reaching back to pull the remainder of your skirt up as you grip each buttcheek and pry them apart. I don’t need to be told twice.
In a few long strides, I’m behind you. My breath tickles the inside of your thighs as I admire how open you are. I dapple your crevice with soft kisses, hinting at but never going where you really want me too. The palpable tension in your body as you strain to maintain composure amuses me, and I laugh. I replace your hands with mine, and I hear your breath catch in anticipation.
SMACK You gasp as I lift my hand, a red handprint quickly forming on your skin. Your head whips around and you see me smirking at you, my hand still gripping the last spot it landed.
"What exactly do you think you’re doing?" you say, making angry eyes at me.
"What does it look like I’m doing?"
SMACK You reach back to cover your stinging ass, but my fingers wrap around your wrist and pin your arm to the small of your back.
SMACK "Fuck!" you half blurt, half moan. You can feel the slickness in between your legs, and realize that this is making you wet.
SMACK I climb up next to you on the platform, my hand still pinning your arm behind your back.
SMACK You feel my warm breath on your ear. "You skipped out on class today, but you still get to learn your lesson.”
SMACK You whimper and try and turn your head, but I push you down, your face pressing up against the cool wood of the platform as your free hand reaches out to brace against it.
SMACK "Arch your back."
SMACK Your willpower wavers and you arch, your ass stinging.
SMACK "Ask for more."
SMACK You manage to turn your head and try to scowl up at me, but all you can muster is an angry pout, lips bunched together and eyes accusatory. "Why would I do that?"
SMACK You gasp as my finger slips in between your crease and runs along your slit. I bring my hand to your mouth and push past those pouty lips, and you moan as you taste the wetness. "Cause you’re a dirty little slut, and you’re loving this" I whisper.
SMACK "More," you whisper.
SMACK "I can’t hear you."
SMACK “Fuck, more!” you gasp.
SMACK “Say: Please spank me, Daddy.”
SMACK “Fuck yes, daddy I’m your little slut, please spank me more!” you blurt out.
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK
Suddenly you feel the pressure on your arm disappear. You push yourself off the floor and back on to your knees. They’re bruised from pressing up against the wooden boards of the platform, your back clenched from arching. You can feel welts rising on your butt, and blush inwardly. You turn around to see me already at the door, one hand resting on the frame. You bite your lip, “Where are you going?" you ask.
“Class of course.”
“But you didn’t even fuck me!” you say, your tone both longing and accusatory.
I smirk, “That’ll be your next lesson.” I walk out the door.
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