WILD PLEASURE {short erotic stories} Chapter 142: Erotic tutor session (3)

“What are you- “ She could feel the sweater being lifted over the curve of her ass, pooling warmly around her lower back and her heart quickened. The swift smack didn’t sting much more than her pride but the one that followed triggered something in her that she had never felt before.

She was humiliated, to be sure. Eternally grateful for the fact that they were alone here in this room. More still than that, she had heat pooling between

her legs and a desire unfurling in her stomach that nobody she had ever played around with before had managed to trigger in her. Mr. Edlund’s grip on her wrist tightened just enough to keep her from lifting from where he had put her.

“You can’t do this! Get off me!” The heat in her words betrays her true subject on the feeling. She had never had anybody not put up with her shit before. Let alone to put hands on her in this way. She could see him standing just behind her. His attention seemed to be on her ass, which she was sure to wriggle just enough to show the indignancy of her predicament while attempting to get away.

“I assure you, I have been instructed to do exactly this.” His voice was heavier than before. His palm caressing the curve of her ass softly, resulting in her gasp of surprise. Margo was so used to being the one in control of just about everything and everybody around her that she didn’t know how to react. “Take a deep breath Miss Bartlett,” she opened her mouth to protest, and his hand connected once with her ass, her sound of protest echoed around the room. “Your squirming will do no good. We will stop once you’ve calmed down.”

It was starting to sting. She was really wishing that she had worn anything at all underneath these tights and now the fabric felt altogether too thin. How could this be happening to her? The skin of her ass was starting to heat, she could only imagine how her skin was turning from pink to red under his administration. Despite how uncomfortable it was she could feel her hips rounding backward to meet his hand, moaning softly the moment that he finally stopped. Her torso sagging into the table as her massaged soft circles into her skin.

There was no denying that her body was reacting in a way to his spankings that she wasn’t sure she understood. Nobody had touched her like that. She liked having his hands on her. His hand rounded the curve of her ass. His fingers raking down the back of her thigh and back up toward the junction of her thighs. Stopping only just before his fingers met the most sensitive part of her. Index finger running softly over her center, her whole body breaking out in goosebumps. She desperately wanted her tights to be gone. She wanted his hand on her bare skin. She wanted to have his fingers to

delve inside of her, first one and then she wanted to try to fit a second. She had never wanted somebody so badly in her whole life.

He could feel him running the slit of her, back and forth, teasing slowly as her breathing caught in her chest, still too stunned to move she hoped he might do something more. That if she was good, really good that he could somehow pull her thoughts from inside of her head and please her. Feeling the wetness dampening her tights.

Just as quickly as it had started, it was over, with a soft ‘We’ll try again tomorrow,’ he left her trembling, melting into the table.