Page 88 of Passionate Defense

“You’re never too old for discipline, especially if you’re a naughty girl who breaks into her teacher’s office and strips down naked in order to bribe him with sex. Shame on you, Miss Langston.” He picked up the crop and ordered, “Get back into position.”

She gaped at the leather crop. “You wouldn’t dare.”

“I dare many things. Bend over and grip the far side of the desk. Do it before you earn a double dose.”

She hesitated, although he saw the glint in her eye. She had turned out to be quite the little actress and enjoyed their games as much as he did. Feigned resistance and being made to comply very often made it into their dramas, something he had no problem with. Ethan pressed her down with a firm hand between her shoulders until her bow and bare breasts lay flush against the desktop. And he really enjoyed flipping up her skirt again. He tucked the hem into the waistband to keep it out of the way and her tempting round ass on display.

“Spread your legs.” She obeyed this time and revealed the wetness on her inner thighs. “I don’t think you are as innocent as you want others, especially your daddy, to believe. “In fact, I suspect you lied about never having been spanked, as well.”

“No, sir. I’m a good girl. But sucking your cock made me hot.”

He barked with laughter, momentarily shocked by her naughty words and the contradictory statements. It earned her a swat on her saucy behind with an open palm.

“Dishonesty and a dirty mouth will definitely earn you more punishment. Let’s get on with what you’ve earned, shall we?”

He ran the leather keeper on the crop over the curves of his target then brought it down crisply. Thethwapechoed through the room. Lanie jumped and looked back at him, eyes round as saucers because it was louder than the crack of his hand.

“Considering the paper-thin walls of my office, that won’t do.” He returned to the end of his desk and exchanged the crop for the flogger. “It’s a good thing some forward-thinking young woman gifted me with some quieter implements.”

Moving back to her side, he trailed the soft ends across her skin, letting her get a feel for them before with a flick of his wrist, he sent the tails snapping against both cheeks. Thethwackwas less voluble than thethwapof the crop, but that had been a very light stroke. He tried again with a little more force for a series of six strokes.

When he stopped, her whispered words and red cheeks spurred his arousal.

“Please keep going,” she breathed as her body trembled.

“You liked that.” A statement of fact, considering her blatantly obvious response after so few strokes. His hand stroked over her barely pink skin, dipping down to slide over her pussy. He slid a finger inside, the abundance of her cream making a wet sound as he added a second and swirled them both around. “I liked it, too, and it is definitely going on the agenda for further research, but it’s also too noisy. We wouldn’t want the campus police knocking on my door, now would we?”

Lanie’s whimper sounded more of disappointment than anything. Perhaps he could mix up his targets. Changing the angle, he brought the buttery-soft tails up between her thighs for six. From her moans, the way she spread wider, and leaned into each stroke, she liked it, but the wet splats were even noisier, so was she.

“From those sexy sounds you’re making, a pussy spanking isn’t punishment at all. To continue, I’d either have to add a gag or take you somewhere more private. The former I don’t keep on campus, and the latter I’d rather not do. That leaves us one other option.”

Moving on, he picked up the next of his presents. The three rubber loops which gave the Loopy Johnny its name varied in length and connected to a rubber-wrapped handle. It was lightweight and appeared relatively harmless, but from what he’d read, it was anything but. Having never used one before, he swished it through the air then brought it down on his thigh. Lanie’s claim was true. There was little sound and no sting through his pants. On bare skin would likely be a different story.

“Ready?” he asked.

“No,” she replied.

“No, or red?” he clarified.

After thinking about it a moment, she repeated, “No.”

With a flick of his wrist, he applied the trio of rubber loops to her ass. She sucked in a breath and stood up, both hands flying to her behind.

He brushed them away and eyed her glowing red bottom. There were no welts or visible marks, but the heat emanating from her skin was considerable. “Is it that bad?”

“It stings—a lot. I’m going to kill Beth.”

“Nonsense. This is an excellent gift. I can think of many practical uses for it.”

“Name one.”

“When someone I know needs an attitude adjustment here in my office, in a random closet, that 300-year-old bed-and-breakfast we stayed in last year, or on our back deck when the neighbors are having a cookout. That would test how quiet Johnny and you can be.”

“You’re crazy. Their deck is less than twenty yards away.”

“I’d wait until after dark,” he teased.

“I’m sending it back!”

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