Page 89 of Passionate Defense

“Sorry, it’s been used. Besides, you gave it to me. It’s mine now. So what do you say? Will you take my birthday licks from ole Johnny here?”

Her jaw dropped in horror. “But, Ethan, that’s forty-two strokes!”

“I’m teasing, beautiful girl.” He squeezed both cheeks gently. “We’ve gotten off track. Where were we? Ah, yes...punishment for breaking into my office and stripping down naked.”

“Half naked,” she corrected.

“I could have sent a student in for a book, or the custodian could have come in for the trash. You put not only your reputation at risk but mine, too.” He lightly tapped the loops against her. “Five more and we’ll be done here, I think.”

“If I take ten, will you give me a C?”

“No, but I’ll happily give you twenty and call your father.”

Naughty Miss Langston grunted in mock outrage, which made him grin. She was very good at this indeed. He took her by the hips, turned her to face the desk, and guided her down. “I think you should count these last few. Ready?”

“I must be out of my mind,” she muttered.

“What was that?”

“I’m ready, sir.”

A barely perceptiblewhooshpreceded the next blow.

“Two, sir,” came out as a yelp.

“No, dear, you skipped one.”

“You already gave me a lick from that Jacked-Up Johnny, sir. Count the welts, and I’m sure you’ll find two sets.”

As often happened, her sass landed her in deeper trouble. But she was quick-witted, and Ethan often struggled to hold back his laughter. Case in point... Jacked-Up Johnny.

“I’ll yield on the first stroke, though it was before I said five.”

“How generous of you, Professor.”

Two more fell in quick succession. “Ouch! Three and four, sir. Not so fast.”

“No one likes a smart-ass, Lanie.”

He barely contained a laugh when she snorted and shot back, “My ass is what’s smarting, sir. Can we finish?”

He let the loops sail, and the final blow, not any harder than the others, had her gasping for air and dancing in place, her hands furiously rubbing her bottom.

As his arms encircled her, he brushed them away and took over, caressing the warm skin and soothing the sting. “Does that feel better?”

“Yes, your cooler hands feel good.”

“Was it worse than the cane?”

She thought about that for a second and shook her head. “The cane is still the mother of all implements, but Johnny the SOB is a close second.”

“We’ll reserve both for special occasions. Bend over again.”

“What for?” she asked in a voice dripping with suspicion.

“I want to inspect the results.”

As she complied, he saw light-pink loop marks all over her butt. Crouching behind her, he ran his tongue over them, soothing her inflamed skin. When he had tasted each one, he parted her thighs and spread her pussy with his thumbs. He gazed hungrily at the glistening treasure before him then swooped in, licking every square inch. When she was moaning and squirming atop his desk and his cock was near ready to explode, he stood and sank into her.

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