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Evan began to slide in and out of her again, faster than before. “Tell me that you’re mine.”
Somehow, despite the overwhelming amount of ecstasy flowing through her, Zoey was able to obey him. “I’m yours, sir. I’m your naughty schoolgirl… and your naughty patient.”
“That’s right,” Evan told her, approval clear in his voice. “And soon, you’ll be my naughty nurse as well, won’t you?”
Zoey gasped at the image Evan created in her mind, of her in a nurse’s uniform, standing next to him when he wore his lab coat. She blushed. They would make an amazing pair; she couldn’t even begin to imagine it to the extent she wanted to. “I really hope so, sir.”
It was the wrong response. Evan brought his hand down harder than ever right on top of the plug, making Zoey shriek and pull herself up higher onto the desk. “None of that,” he growled. “You are going to become an amazing nurse. My little nurse. Understand?” He spanked the plug a few more times, making Zoey gasp again.
“Yes, sir!” she said immediately. “I’m going to be your little nurse!”
“Good girl,” Evan said. Then he grabbed each bottom cheek in his hands and used them to pull her toward him as he thrust even faster. Zoey moaned and came around his thick length before collapsing limply against the desk.
Evan stilled when she came, wanting to really feel the way her body shook around him before he came as well, bending his large body over her tiny doll-like frame.
Chapter 7
“Zoey, calm down,” Evan ordered as he set down a plate of chocolate-chip pancakes in front of her at their breakfast bar. He pushed a stray hair out of her face before handing her a fork. “I’m sure you did fine on the midterm. You’ll probably get the results any minute now, so just be patient, okay?”
Zoey scowled up at Evan, but accepted the fork he held out to her. She kicked her boot-covered feet, hoping to give the illusion of casualness, but knowing deep down that her fidgeting was just emphasizing her anxiety.
“Our professor was supposed to post the results by last night,” she fretted, stabbing at her pancake. “How am I supposed to be calm about that?”
Evan raised an eyebrow, a wordless warning for her to watch her tone. He smiled then, and after giving himself a couple of pancakes, sat down beside her and kissed her temple. “I’m sure you did just fine. Remember we talked about it afterward and you said that you thought it went really well?”
Zoey bit her lip and Evan couldn’t help but get distracted at that moment by her cuteness. She was wearing a knee-length black skirt with white polka-dots and a gray button-up shirt with a purple sweater over it. Her hair was pulled up into a high ponytail with some strands loose and framing her face.
“I felt good at the time,” she said, taking a huge bite of pancake and swallowing with visible difficulty. She gulped down some milk before wiping her mouth with a napkin. “I think I did good, but what if I didn’t? What if I just felt like it, but I actually did badly?” She dropped her fork so she could cover her eyes with her hands, shaking her head in distress.
This little nervous movement was adorable to Evan as well, so he couldn’t help but scoop her up and place her on his lap. He rubbed her back. “You’ve already taken the midterm and you studied extremely hard for it,” Evan reminded her. He lowered his hand so it rested where he knew her bottom crack began. He gave the area a firm tap with his palm. “Now, no more fretting, okay? You need to finish your breakfast so that you can get to school. You’ll only stress out more if you’re late as well.”
Zoey sighed but nodded. Evan grinned and began to feed her while she was still on his lap. Zoey wanted to argue that this would take longer than if they both fed themselves, but Evan was efficient and took bites of his own food while she chewed hers and always had a forkful ready for her when she swallowed. She was full and warm when Evan finally finished feeding them both.
“How am I going to eat lunch after that huge breakfast?” Zoey complained as Evan helped her off his lap and onto her feet. She rubbed her stomach dramatically.
Evan was walking their dirty plates to the sink but looked over his shoulder to glare at her. “You better eat lunch, young lady. You know how I feel about you skipping meals.” He dropped the dishes into the sink before stalking toward her and taking her chin in his hand.
Zoey’s eyes widened. It had been just the week before that Evan found out that she had been skipping lunch while at school. That had been a harsh punishment. Her bottom tingled at the memory of having to stand in front of the chalkboard and write ‘I will not skip meals because I know that eating well is vital for my health’ fifty times. After each line, Evan cracked a wooden spoon down on her vulnerable bottom.
“I won’t!” Zoey assured him, trying to tug her chin away and failing. His grip on her only tightened at her feeble attempts.
Evan’s eyes narrowed, but he seemed to believe her. He snaked a hand down and gripped her bottom through her knit skirt. He kneaded the firm flesh. “Good. I’d hate to have to repeat the punishment you got for that crime.” He gave each cheek a couple of very firm pats before turning her and swatting her once. Hard. “Now go put some tights on under that skirt. You’re going to freeze out there if you don’t.”
Zoey rolled her eyes. “Evan,” she whined, but she started toward their bedroom. She needed to grab her backpack anyway. And she could sense that he was in one of his spanking moods, where his palm seemed to get extra twitchy. “I don’t need tights. I’m going to bring a jacket. That will keep me warm enough.”
Evan grinned and followed her. “Oh, you don’t think you should cover those spots that you have on your legs?”
Zoey froze and stared down at her legs in mortification. “Spots?” she shrieked, lifting her skirt slightly to get a look at her bare legs. “What spots?” She twisted and lifted her skirt a little higher to look at the back of her legs.
Before she could question him, Evan suddenly grabbed her, bent her over, and added about a dozen slaps on the back of her lower thighs, just above her knee hollows.
“Evan!” Zoey cried out, trying to twist away from him.
Evan held her tightly and continued the onslaught for about a minute, alternating the swats to her left and right thigh. When Zoey started to kick a bit harder, he even added a few on the back of her flailing calves.
“Those spots,” Evan said mischievously when he finally stopped and let Zoey stand upright.
Zoey groaned when she twisted to look at the back of her legs. Her skirt was short, and went above her knees, revealing red handprints below the hem. She blushed, mortified at the thought of her classmates seeing her red thighs at school.
