“Now it’s time for your punishment.” He walked across the room and sat down on a leather couch. “Come over here.”

She walked across the room and stood before him. The pleated plaid skirt was very short and the top of her black bra peeked out from the plunging neckline of the blouse. She felt like a naughty schoolgirl facing her sexy schoolmaster’s smoldering gaze.

“First, you were going to skip our session today,” he said, his expression stern. “Then when I summoned you here, you were late and you know I’m very strict about that.”

“Yes, Mr. Gallagher. I’m sorry, sir.”

Heat simmered through her as she thought about his big hand connecting with her ass.

“Sorry isn’t good enough. Bend over my knee,” he instructed.

She stepped forward and knelt on the leather couch beside him, then bent over him until her stomach rested on his lap, her ass hiked in the air. His hand rested on her thigh, about halfway up and she trembled in anticipation. His fingers curled around as his hand glided upward, his fingertips grazing along her inner thigh. Her breath caught as he approached her panties, thinking he would brush against her dampening crotch, but instead his hand moved toward her ass.

He drew back the fabric of her skirt. Since she was wearing a thong, her ass was basically naked and his big, warm hand cupped her round cheek. He stroked in a circle, sending need spiraling through her. When his hand lifted from her ass, her breath held as she waited for it to whip back down and connect with her bare bottom.

Smack. The sound reverberated through the room as ripples of heat washed through her. Then another quick slap across her other cheek almost made her gasp.

“Do you like that?”

“Oh, yes, sir.”

“That’s why I won’t be giving you any more. This is supposed to be a punishment.”

“But, sir—”

“Silence. Now I’ll be punishing you for arguing, too. Kneel in front of me.”

“Yes, Mr. Gallagher.”

She slid off his lap and knelt on the floor facing him. The stiff fabric of the short, pleated skirt still curled upward, revealing her naked ass. She could tell he was staring at it in the mirror on the wall behind her.

“You are a selfish little girl and need to learn how to respect the needs of others.” He took her hand and rested it on the front of his pants.

She drew in a breath at the feel of how hard and thick his erection was under the cloth.

“And as you can tell, I have needs right now.” He raised an eyebrow. “What are you going to do about it?”

She stared at the huge bulge under her hand and licked her suddenly dry lips. “I’m going to meet your needs, sir.”

“And how are you going to do that?”

“I’m going to unzip your pants and wrap my hand around you. Then I’m going to take it in my mouth.”

He nodded. “Very good.”

She pulled down his zipper and slid her hand inside his pants. As soon as her fingers wrapped around his hot, smooth flesh, her insides melted and she felt the slickness between her legs. She drew him out and admired his thick, long erection.

“Oh, sir, it’s beautiful.” She stroked the length of it, the kid-leather soft skin gliding against her palm and fingers. She could see the need burning in his eyes.

She leaned forward and pressed her lips to his tip. Immediately, he glided his fingers through her hair.

“Take it in your mouth,” he said, his voice tight.

She opened and he drew her head down, until the entire crown was in her mouth. She swirled her tongue over him then sucked. He pressed her further down his shaft … and further. She had to relax and open to let him glide down her throat. Then he drew her back, his fingers tangled in her hair so she had to follow.

He pressed her forward and back, setting a rhythm. A few slow strokes, then several fast, then slow again. He was so hard and thick her throat ached with the effort of keeping it open and as relaxed as she could. Then he released her hair.

“Keep going.”

She continued the rhythm, her hand firmly wrapped around his root. Her other hand slid to his balls and she caressed them.

“Oh, fuck.”

He jerked into her and hot, salty liquid squirted into her throat. Filling her mouth. She kept bobbing on him as he groaned. When he slumped back, she sucked a little more, then drew back, relinquishing his spent cock from her mouth. She licked the semi-erect shaft, lapping at the smooth skin until every drop was gone. Then she licked some that had dribbled down his testicles. When she was done, she lifted her head.

“Look what you’ve done.” His voice was steely and his eyes glinted. “For what I intend to do to you, I need my cock hard and ready.”

He stood up, pulling her to her feet, too. He marched her across the room and directed her to sit on a wooden bench along the wall.

“Put your feet up on the bench on either side of you.”

She wasn’t quite sure what he wanted, but he grabbed one ankle and lifted it, bending her knee, then set her foot on the wooden surface beside her ass, then did the same with the other. The result left her legs spread wide open to him. His gaze fell on her sheer panties that did nothing to hide her intimate flesh.

His hot gaze bored through her, as if he were gliding a finger inside her. Finally, she couldn’t stop herself from squirming.

His gaze rose to her face, taking in her heated cheeks.

“The way you’re dressed. You look like a slut.”

He ran his finger along the open neckline of her blouse, tugging slightly to give him a better view of the black bra beneath.

“This isn’t exactly part of the school uniform.”

She pouted. “I thought it looked pretty, sir.”

“You look like a whore.” He frowned. “I’m only telling you this for your own good. You could get into a lot of trouble dressed like this.”

He unfastened a button on her blouse, and another, then pulled it open to reveal her bra.

“This undergarment is practically transparent,” he said. “Your nipples are totally visible.”

He ran his thumb over one swollen nub and a shocking jolt of sensation stabbed through her, straight to her core.

“You like it when I touch you there.”

“Oh, yes, I do, sir.”

He frowned. “You are a very dirty girl. You definitely shouldn’t be wearing something like this.” He pressed on the front clasp and the bra popped open. He pushed the cups aside, his heated gaze intense on her naked breasts. Her nipples ached with need.

He ran his hand over her breast, then squeezed her nipple between his fingers. It was a painful pleasure and she cried out.

“Did I hurt you?” he asked.

“It’s okay, sir.” She longed for him to pinch the other one, too.

“But that’s not okay. Let me make it feel better.”

He knelt in front of her, then leaned forward and kissed her nipple. Then his mouth wrapped around it and his tongue nudged against it. When he suckled, she moaned, then her fingers raked through his hair as she held him close to her bosom. His fingers found her other nipple and he squeezed that one sharply as he continued to suck the first.

“Oh, Mr. Gallagher,” she cried.

His mouth shifted and he suckled her stinging nub.

Then she moaned as he drew his mouth away. His gaze fell to her crotch.

“Do you know what boys will do if they see these panties? And with such a short skirt, they’re bound to see them.”

She shook her head. “No, sir. What will they do?”

He leaned in close, his intense masculine presence sending ripples of awareness through her. “They’ll want to touch you. Down there. You wouldn’t want that, would you?”

She widened her eyes. “Oh, no, sir.” Then she wrapped her hand around his and guided it to her thigh, and murmured softly, “I only want you to touch me there.” Then she pressed his fingers to her folds, feeling her own wetness against her fingertips as they briefly brushed her panties.