Page 67 of Enticement
“Dressed like you? What are they wearing?”
“Uniform. White blouses and grey skirts with short knitted cardigans, and we’ve hats too. Boaters, with red and white ribbons.”
Ashamed, she hid her face, but couldn’t resist peeping at him from between her fingers. Kit didn’t remark upon the outfit, but he looked at her as if he were making a mental assessment. Was it her imagination or did his gaze linger over her breasts? Evie didn’t even wear a skirt for work, but she’d chosen one today, slightly longer and straighter than the pleated one of her fantasy, but nevertheless reminiscent of it. The top she’d chosen buttoned down the front too. Kit’s attention lingered upon the top pearlescent button. Just a hint of the valley between her breasts showed above it.
“I’m a virgin,” she blurted and coloured just like the real thing. “I don’t know what it’s like, but I think about him all the time. He’s the only male teacher.”
“And you’ve made him angry. Does he punish you?” Kit’s voice was soft as a whisper.
She nodded. “But not in the way I’d like.”
“Meaning he won’t fuck you.”
“No…yes.”
Her conflicted response raised a low chuckle in his throat, but it didn’t feel like he was laughing at her, merely that he appreciated the duality of her answer.
“He makes me expose myself. I have to stand on a chair in the middle of the class and lift my skirt.”
Heat swept across her face. Evie ground her teeth into her lower lip, knowing that her skin was blazing. She screwed her eyes closed, not sure if she could actually bring herself to go on. This was too personal. She’d never contemplated sharing it with Ross, though the whole idea of it turned her on so much she was reduced to squirming on the spot, to provide some friction for her sensitized and achy clit.
Kit’s clothing swished as he moved. He came to rest just behind her, so that his breath stirred the wisps of hair that had escaped her ponytail.
“Lift your skirt, Evie.”
His words, hissed into her ear, and caused a further pooling of moisture in her sex.
“I can’t,” she sobbed.
“Can’t or won’t?”
“Kit, I need a minute. Give me a minute.”
He eyed her curiously, but didn’t stop her fleeing. Evie ran to the bathroom, where she raked through her purse for the item she’d brought with her. God, she hoped he understood. Hoped he realized what she was trusting him with, and that she was asking him to trust her in return.
Kit was absent when she returned, but he entered a moment later. She didn’t know where he’d got them from in this old crumbling ruin of a house, but he’d pulled on a gown and mortar board over the top of his clothes.
“Where were we, before I was unfortunately called away?” His smile warmed her from the inside out. Then, he was no longer smiling, but scowling and stern. “I believe you were going to give us a demonstration of your lewdity.”
“Yes, sir. Please, sir.” Further flames licked across her cheeks, but it felt good to lapse into the role. She sometimes role-played with Ross. They’d invent little scenarios in which they’d met in the rain, or he’d pick her up in a bar and take her to a hotel room and do her. Then they’d drive home separately and pretend nothing unusual had gone on.
“You’re a disgrace to yourself and to this school, Miss Latham.” Kit gave each sound a distinctly sarcastic inflection, taking on the persona of a stern tutor so well, his version completely meshed with the construction in her head. “Come now. You weren’t being so shy among the trophies. Show the other girls what a rampant little slut you are.”
The way Kit said “slut” made it more of a purr than an insult.
“Raise your skirt. Take down your knickers, and show them what you’ve been doing.”
“No. I can’t.”
“Show them how disrespectful you were of the rounders baton.”
God, he caught on fast. Kit half tugged, half pushed her towards the centre of the room, where he kicked over a metal bucket and made her stand on it. “Don’t defy me, Evangeline. You’ll do as I ask if you know what’s good for you.” Good grief, did he actually wink at her as he said it? “I’m sure you’ll prefer my methods to that of your peers. You know we encourage the girls to discipline themselves at this establishment, and I don’t think you’ll care for twenty-three wood-backed hairbrushes warming your backside. I understand that’s the current punishment.”
It was, and she’d been the fool to propose it, never for a moment imagining she’d be the one forced to lie exposed, her arousal becoming increasingly evident as the smacks warmed her, and readied her for a good fucking that would never come. No, better that she did as Sir asked. Better she expose herself to this more minor punishment. And maybe by doing so, she’d tempt him to scratch the itch she’d been desperately trying to soothe when he’d caught her.
“Don’t make things worse by standing here faking embarrassment. I heard your groans.”
“But, sir.” She leaned towards him as best as her precarious balance would allow. “I was thinking of you, and I wasn’t abusing the bat. Belinda had just left it there when we came in from games earlier.”
