Page 11 of Stripping the Sub
She made a face of disappointment that almost made him smile. But he held it back, since it wouldn’t fit his plans for the scene.
Stepping forward, he leaned down and placed his hands on either side of the desk she was sitting at, placing their faces only inches apart. “So, Ellie… are you wearing any panties today?”
Her face flushed immediately, and the presence of her legs close to his suddenly disappeared as she pressed hers together underneath the desk. Michael grinned.
A little spark rose up in her eyes at his reaction, and then a foot was pressing against his inner calf and gliding up the inside of his leg. “Wouldn’t you like to find out?”
“I absolutely would.”
Straightening back up, he stepped back and glanced down at her legs, which were slightly parted, although the desk blocked the view of her short skirt. Ellie giggled at the mock-disappointed noise he made.
“You should stand up so I can find out,” he said, just a hint of an order in his voice.
“Maybe you shouldn’t have had me sit down if you really wanted to know,” Ellie sassed back, making him grin.
Thiswas the Ellie he remembered from high school, and apparently it was a side she didn’t show too often. From what he’d seen, she was pretty quiet, even among her friends. While he remembered her being shy, she definitely hadn’t been reserved once he’d gotten to know her. He’d thought maybe she was just quiet in comparison to the more exuberant of their friends - Angel and Chris could make anyone except each other seem quiet by comparison - but no… this sassy little sub with the sparkling eyes had definitely not made an appearance before, at least not that he’d observed. And he’d been watching closely.
“Are you trying to sass me into spanking you before I even know what you have on under your cute little skirt?” He was teasing, but still allowing just a hint of threat to deepen his voice.
The flush in her cheeks and the hitch in her breath said Ellie was enjoying flirting with danger… and he was enjoying seeing this side of her personality come out to play. None of the Doms had ever mentioned her being a SAM - a Smart-Ass Masochist - which meant she might not have allowed herself to relax enough with any of them to fully be herself.
“Sass you into spanking me?” She asked, sliding sideways out of the desk and getting to her feet. She turned around, peeking back at him over her shoulder as she flipped up the back of her skirt to show off her completely bare bottom. “Right on my bare butt?”
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Ellie squealed as Michael darted forward, catching her around the waist with one arm as his hand smacked down on her butt cheek with a fiery slap. A giggle worked its way up out of her throat, the sound so strange in their current location that she almost wondered who had made it.
She felt almost giddy. Aroused, excited, apprehensive… and giddy. It wasn’t exactly a mix she was used to. Arousal, apprehension (in a good way), relief to be scening… those were all things she was used to. Sassing and playfulness? Yeah, not so much. But, with Michael, it felt almost natural.
Fun too. Daring. Which made her apprehension rise, but also her excitement.She’d been so anxious when he’d wanted to talk about her limits; having him end the conversation before she’d anticipated had felt like a giant weight being lifted.
“Feels like no panties to me,” Michael growled in her ear, his hand rubbing over the bare skin he’d just spanked, her skirt brushing against her ass around his hand.
She was also more aroused than she’d ever been by just a single swat to her bottom. Normally, it took at least a full on glowing, red ass before she was really turned on, but right now she was wet just from teasing him and the tiny little sting. Yeah, she wanted more where that came from, but her level of arousal was still surprising.
“Perv,” she said, arching her back to stick out her bottom more.
Michael just laughed and turned her around to face him rather than giving her another spank. He laughed again as she pouted up at him in disappointment, inwardly wondering where this flirty playfulness of hers had come from. If she’d been doing it on purpose it would have made more sense, but it just seemed to be flowing naturally, even if it felt a little strange.
It seemed like he was enjoying himself too; the mock-stern expression on his face didn’t hide the way his lips tilted up at the edges or the amusement dancing in his eyes.
“Are you trying to rush me, Ellie?” he asked, teasing through his flinty tone. “Topping from the bottom?”
“Umm… no?” It came out as a question.
Topping from the bottom wasn’t something she did in a scene. She just accepted whatever she was given. If she needed more, she asked for it outright, she didn’t taunt or challenge her dominant… but that was kind of what she was doing, wasn’t it?
Michael chuckled. “Show me how good you can be then,” he said, giving a tendril of her hair a tug before turning his body to give her room to move around him. “Go bend over the teacher’s desk.”
Anticipation thrummed through her as she passed by him, so close she could have touched him… but he hadn’t told her to. And she really wasn’t trying to top from the bottom. Ellie liked pain she had earned from being a good girl, she wasn’t really into punishments. Besides, if Michael was anything like Andrew - and she suspected he was - punishments usually meant not getting a special treat rather than receiving extra blows.
Damn devious sadists.
Ellie bent over the desk.
The back of her skirt fluttered against her pussy lips; it was short enough that she was sure Michael had a very nice view. Her breasts, plumped up by the confines of the corset, flattened against the desktop, nearly spilling out. Widening her stance a little to help her balance, she turned her head to lay her cheek against the cool wood, her hands on either side of her head.
“Very pretty, Ellie,” Michael said approvingly, his hand sliding up the back of her thigh and flipping up her skirt to bare her ass completely. “Good girl.”
