| Author: | Jessica Whitethread | ISBN: | 9781310046872 |
| Publisher: | Jessica Whitethread | Publication: | September 26, 2014 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords | Language: | English |
| Author: | Jessica Whitethread |
| ISBN: | 9781310046872 |
| Publisher: | Jessica Whitethread |
| Publication: | September 26, 2014 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords |
| Language: | English |
Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, teacher/student relations, discipline, spanking, humiliation, submissiveness and dominance. All characters are 18 or older.
If she's being honest, Sandra Rogers sometimes enjoys jerking around the male college students in her classes … but when she goes too far with her bad marks, she finds out there's someone in her class who won't get pushed too far. Jackson, an undergraduate after completing his military service, has discovered a dirty little secret that Sandra will do anything to keep from getting out into the open. He's willing to keep this secret between them, but he wants to be sure that still gets the punishment she so very much deserves.
Excerpt:
"I'm going to punish you, Sandra," he explained, his hand undoing the zipper and allowing the skirt to open and fall to the floor. I clutched a hand over my panties. "You don't seem to be grasping that reality. It's either me or the Chair of your Department. Which one do you want it to be?"
I stared at him, caught in an impossible place. I had no one to blame but myself. Why had I done it? And now I was completely at his mercy.
"Well?"
"You," I whispered.
"Me? You want me to punish you?"
I grimaced, trying to think of some other option.
"Sandra? What's it going to be?"
"... Yes."
The smile returned to his face. "That's a good girl. I thought you'd see it my way. It just took a little explaining. Now bend down and pick up your skirt and hand it to me. I'd hate to let it wrinkle down there."
The deep crimson blush of humiliation was rising in my face as I stared at him, paralyzed.
"Sandra," he repeated, pointing at my fallen garment.
I slid my back down the wall until I felt the rumpled fabric in my hand. I stepped out of it and rose with it draped from my limp fingers.
Jackson held out his hand for it and I gave it to him. He folded it with care, placed it on the desk behind him, and then turned back to me. He eyed me up and down, evaluating the woman standing before him. I was supposed to be the authority figure, but how fast the tables had turned. I felt the blush in my cheeks burning hotter than ever as I felt his eyes roving my trembling body. Other, more conflicted and confusing emotions were playing about inside me as well as I noticed the slight quickening of his breath and the desire in his eyes.
Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, teacher/student relations, discipline, spanking, humiliation, submissiveness and dominance. All characters are 18 or older.
If she's being honest, Sandra Rogers sometimes enjoys jerking around the male college students in her classes … but when she goes too far with her bad marks, she finds out there's someone in her class who won't get pushed too far. Jackson, an undergraduate after completing his military service, has discovered a dirty little secret that Sandra will do anything to keep from getting out into the open. He's willing to keep this secret between them, but he wants to be sure that still gets the punishment she so very much deserves.
Excerpt:
"I'm going to punish you, Sandra," he explained, his hand undoing the zipper and allowing the skirt to open and fall to the floor. I clutched a hand over my panties. "You don't seem to be grasping that reality. It's either me or the Chair of your Department. Which one do you want it to be?"
I stared at him, caught in an impossible place. I had no one to blame but myself. Why had I done it? And now I was completely at his mercy.
"Well?"
"You," I whispered.
"Me? You want me to punish you?"
I grimaced, trying to think of some other option.
"Sandra? What's it going to be?"
"... Yes."
The smile returned to his face. "That's a good girl. I thought you'd see it my way. It just took a little explaining. Now bend down and pick up your skirt and hand it to me. I'd hate to let it wrinkle down there."
The deep crimson blush of humiliation was rising in my face as I stared at him, paralyzed.
"Sandra," he repeated, pointing at my fallen garment.
I slid my back down the wall until I felt the rumpled fabric in my hand. I stepped out of it and rose with it draped from my limp fingers.
Jackson held out his hand for it and I gave it to him. He folded it with care, placed it on the desk behind him, and then turned back to me. He eyed me up and down, evaluating the woman standing before him. I was supposed to be the authority figure, but how fast the tables had turned. I felt the blush in my cheeks burning hotter than ever as I felt his eyes roving my trembling body. Other, more conflicted and confusing emotions were playing about inside me as well as I noticed the slight quickening of his breath and the desire in his eyes.
