Page 31 of Life Lessons

“Need some help there, Sir?” A sweet voice breaks through my daze. I jolt upright in my chair, slamming the laptop closed, but it’s too late. Abbie’s already seen and heard enough.

“What are you doing here this late?!” I scold, trying to change the topic. My cheeks flame with embarrassment as my fantasy pushes the door closed and locks it. Her legs are being hugged tightly in black leggings, which disappear into her usual biker boots. Shrugging out of a fancy coat I haven’t seen before, Abbie stands before me in the high-waisted leggings and a lacey black bra that hangs low over her luscious breasts. She teases her fingers against the trim, dipping them inside and causing her nipples to grow taunt against the material. My hand stills over my crotch, my mouth going dry. Holy shit.

“I could be wrong, but I have the weirdest sense you’re avoiding me.” I raise my eyes to hers, trying to hide the guilt welling inside me. I know ignoring her is a shitty move, but this day brings out the worst in people. Should I have got her a gift? Is that too far, not far enough, or would it be a declaration we’re a real item now? See, fucking worst day ever.

None of that seems to matter to Nightingale though, as she sways closer towards me with a coy smile playing around her lips. “You’re definitely avoiding me,Sir, so I thought I’d bring a little treat to you. What was it you said that first night after the bar? That you’d been dreaming about bending me over your desk for a good spanking?”

I can’t respond, but the memory is at the forefront of my mind. Her short dress on my bedroom floor, her curves pressed against me for the first, sweet time. I vaguely draw myself back to this moment long enough to check the window’s blinds are tightly closed and then notice Abbie has pulled a long shatterproof ruler from the back of her leggings. My repetitive porn-filled dream has just materialized before me, exactly the way I’ve always pictured it.

“Get over here,” I croak.

Clearing my throat, I slowly swivel in my leather chair and spread my legs, no longer hiding the obvious erection trying to rip through my jeans. By the time Abbie has sashayed her hips over to me, I’ve loosened the loop in my tie and lifted it over my head. She tucks up her long legs to straddle me, her glorious chest pushing against mine, and her hot cunt rubbing over the length of my zipper deliciously. Her head dips and I twist away just before her lips land on mine, catching her eye with a sly smile.

“Nuh uh, Little Bird. Spanking is reserved for punishments, and punishments don’t deserve kisses.” I brace my hands on her ribs, brushing my thumbs along the base of her breasts before lifting and slipping out from beneath her. When she tries to twist around, I use my thigh to hold her in place on her knees and wind her arms around the back of the chair. Leaning over her, my groin grinds against the ridge of her ass while I loop my tie around her hands and tightly bind her in place. “So tell me, Newbie, what have you done lately that you deserve to be punished for?”

I stroke my fingers from her nape, all the way down her spine to the high-waisted leggings. Peeling them down to just over her ass, I tease the black lace of her matching thong, smirking at the hitch in her breath when my knuckle brushes against her tight, puckered hole. Working my way further down, I find she’s already dripping wet for me and take great satisfaction in knowing I’ve been affecting her from a distance as much as she has been me. When she doesn’t respond, I take the ruler she dropped onto my desk in hand and ease it over her right butt cheek.

“Start talking or this will all be over quicker than you can beg me to let you come.” I continue to grind against her ass, needing the friction before I lose my goddamn mind.

“I skipped history this afternoon to read in the library,” she quickly says. I pull the ruler away.

“No way near good enough,” I state. “I know you’re naughtier than that.” Rounding the chair, I lean over the back to tilt her chin upwards and level those crystal blue eyes on me. She smiles mischievously, using my position to her advantage. Her bound hands reach out to pop open my jean button and release my aching cock, and I don’t move to stop her.

“Trix and I shared a joint we got from one of the jocks in the girl’s outside bathrooms just before I came here,” she blushes slightly. My eyes narrow and I regretfully step back. That was plain fucking stupid, the teacher in me tries to rise to the surface. Anything could have been in that joint, but I now understand how she found the sudden courage to come here and approach me so openly.

“Try again,” I groan, frustration lacing my voice. I’m almost worried about what I’m going to hear now, but I need a reason to drop my reservations. I ache to mar her skin with the ruler clutched in my hand, to make her cry out before I drive my dick into her all the way to the hilt. But if I don’t have a reason to justify it, if I don’t believe she truly deserves it, this situation becomes dangerously close to me taking advantage of a student. And my mind just can’t process that notion with the way she’s goading me to have her. To hurt her. Holding my eye, Abbie slowly licks her lips and flutters her eyelashes, feigning innocence.

“I’ve seduced, and fucked, my Maths professor, and I plan to continue doing so.” Everything in me tightens, my dick jumping excitedly.

“There it is,” I agree darkly. Pulling out the top drawer of my desk, I grab an apple I’d been saving and shove it into her mouth as a gag. Clasping the ruler tightly, I round the chair in a full circle and don’t wait another moment before cracking the ruler down on her perfect, creamy ass. Her muffled scream sends a shiver through my body, my eyes closing briefly to marvel in the way her pleasured pain seems to soothe something in me. My breath comes out as a haggered pant as I bring the ruler down again on her other cheek, catching her off guard a second time. That’s when I drop it, the ruler clattering to the floor as I grip her hip tightly. I don’t need a ruler to make my girl scream.

Bending over, I simultaneously dip a hand between her legs, shoving her newly purchased thong aside to thrust two fingers into her sopping wet pussy while my teeth sink into her ass. She bucks backwards, encouraging to do it again. My fingers pump in and out, curling into a hook shape to draw strangled cries from her filled mouth. My mouth is also filled, leaving a trail of hickeys from the small of her back to her cunt. I rip the thong clean off her, only removing my fingers to replace them with my tongue diving inside.

With one hand, I fist my dick tightly, aching to feel some pressure, but I’m not going to rush this. A sexy vixen tied to my desk chair with my tie, gagged by an apple, with ruler spank marks across her ass—I’m just sorry I wasn’t recording this because it’d be the only porn I’d ever need to watch again. Nightingale wriggles and bucks, effectively rubbing her juices all over my face. My stubbled chin must be doing wonders for her clit, judging by the string of mewls she produces every time she moves.

I refuse to relent, taking everything she has to give, and more, until her walls are tightening around my tongue. The taste of her climax has become my new favourite flavour. Standing, I relish the flushed patches covering her back, and the sea of marks covering her backside. What a sight. Pushing my jeans down a little further, I guide my dick to her clit and gently rub circles back and forth, dragging out her pleasure.

I thud the head of my dick against her heavily, preparing to untie her and dropping into the chair so she can repay the oral favour when a knock sounds at my door. Followed by a round of loud slamming against the glass and a holler. I freeze in place, dick in hand with a student beneath me in a very,verycompromising position. Well, shit.

“Come out, come out, wherever you are, Jetty!” The sound of Sam’s voice makes me relax a fraction. Well, it’s better than anyone else. “The big footy game starts in ten minutes and the beers in my hand aren’t getting any colder!” I hear Danny berate him that I’ll probably be marking and Sam scoffs. He knows that’s never the case.

I rush to untie Nightingale, chucking her teeth-marked apple back into my top drawer before helping her back into her leggings. The thong is a goner so I slip it out from beneath her and shove it into my back pocket. No words are said between us as I tuck myself away, but it’s not a panicked or uncomfortable silence. At least, not as much as it should be. Instead, small giggles keep erupting from her lips and I can’t muster a shred of annoyance at either of us. What happened here was fucking glorious, and will no doubt replay in my mind for many classes to come.

“Hide under the desk and wait a while before leaving,” I whisper, handing my vixen back her coat. Before she ducks down, I grab her face and plant a deep kiss on her mouth, her taste swapping between us. Her tongue coaxes mine out and I’m almost inclined to ignore the so-called twins and stay, until another round of banging sounds on the door.

“I’m coming, motherfuckers!” I shout, and Abbie stifles a laugh.

“Not in the way you’d hoped.” She winks before slinking down and disappearing under my desk. I roll my eyes to myself, not feeling as let down as I’d expected because I know it won’t be long before she has me grunting her name like a curse word, spilling my load wherever she’ll let me. I’ve become a slave to this girl, and I don’t want to be free.

Stepping out the shower, I catch myself smiling as I pass the mirror. That’s been happening more and more lately. It’s been almost four months since Abbie and I started this cat and mouse game. The roles switch daily depending on the situation, but fuck knows every moment my mouth can be on hers, it is. Between Abbie sneaking into my room at night and our fake detention weekends together to go out more, I can honestly say, I have never felt happier.

She’s not like any other woman I’ve been with, and not just because she keeps me interested enough to keep coming back. There’s no pretence or big gestures with us. Simply curling up on the sofa with a movie, or chatting until midnight, far surpasses any fancy dinners I would have felt pressured into usually.

Especially on the occasions like yesterday, when I got a saucy text with a nude attached during class. She thought me spraying a mouthful of coffee all over my test papers, mid-class, was hilarious, and I had to use all my stamina not to laugh along too. I know I should have stopped this by now, but I’m running out of reasons why I should. Beyond the signed piece of paper that is my employee contract, I’m free to live my own life, and I have to say, the sun’s been shining extra bright lately.

Towelling off, I roam into my bedroom to find some clothes that are wholly unsuitable for today. Ugh, the sports rally. After several rained-off practice events, Thornton finally decided to wait for spring and just do the main event, which is exactly what the twins told him to do in the first place. Now the day is finally here. My game plan is to be as unequipped and constricted as possible, so I can’t be asked to do anything. I can’t referee in skinny jeans, I can’t fetch water bottles in sliders, and I sure as shit can’t do first-aid in my fluffiest of moulting jumpers. That’s just unsanitary.

After raiding the chest of drawers for just that, I notice the black t-shirt strewn over the end of the bed. My Metallica t-shirt. I walk over to lift it to my nose, inhaling deeply. It smells just like her, looks better on her too, which is why I fold it neatly and leave it on her pillow. Yes, she stays here so much she has her own pillow, and drawer, but we are not reading into what that means.

---