“When you asked me to meet with you today, Anne,” Bruce looked at his pupil, “I didn’t realize it was going to be so you could show me disrespect.”
Anne blushed five shades of red as she bit her bottom lip, unsure of what to say.
She was freezing.
Kayla jumped in. “Mr. Colyer,” she said coolly. “I’m sure Anne wasn’t trying to be disrespectful, but I know she’s really sorry.” She shot a glance at Anne, who was still standing still. Why was she so nervous all of a sudden? Kayla was, too, to be sure, but this was Anne. Anne was not Kayla. Anne didn’t get nervous. She didn’t get scared. She didn’t freeze when someone gave her a hard time.
Then again, she was friends with Bruce. Maybe she didn’t know how to act.
Bruce opened his mouth to speak, but Kayla continued. “Maybe we should continue this in your office.”
Bruce cocked an eyebrow, as if to say, “I have an office?” Instead, he simply nodded and followed the girls upstairs to Anne’s guest room.
When they walked into the room, Bruce looked around, taking everything in. Anne’s desk sat on one side of the room, centered on the wall. The girls had pulled it out so a chair would fit behind it, the way a teacher would sit at a desk in a classroom. They had placed two other chairs in front of it so that the students could sit there for their “talk” with the teacher.
The other side of the room held a large bed and a dresser that was topped with a variety of textbooks they had hauled up from the bookshelf downstairs. It wasn’t perfect, but it looked more like a classroom now than it did a bedroom.
Of course, it was obviously a sex classroom.
And Anne and Kayla had some hard lessons to learn.
8.
Bruce walked into the room and sat on the edge of the desk. He motioned with the ruler for Anne and Kayla to take their respective seats, which they did. Kayla's skirt was so short that she could feel the coolness of the chair against her bum. Her pussy twitched as she wondered what Bruce was going to do to them first. He had them at his beck and call. He could do anything.
He watched both of the girls as they sat quietly with their hands folded in their lap, taking in everything about them. Their pigtails and cropped tops were perfect for their choice of role play. Kayla wondered if his dick was getting hard just thinking about all the different ways he could slide it into them. She wondered if he was going to start out rough and then slow down or if it was going to be the opposite.
Anything could happen.
"You've been very naughty, Miss May," Bruce said, finally, standing up. "And I don't take kindly to my students showing me disrespect."
Anne blushed and looked at her hands. She said nothing.
"Stand up," Bruce commanded, and Anne obeyed, gingerly smoothing her skirt down. It didn't matter. It was still short enough to show the edges of her white panties.
"Come here." Anne did as she was told.
Bruce grabbed her by the arm and pushed her forcefully against the desk, face down, so that her ass was pointed up toward him. He used one hand to push up her skirt and take a good, hard look at her panties.
"Mmm," he murmured, rubbing his hand across her panties. "That's right, you've been very bad. And do you know what I do to bad girls?"
"Punish them!" Kayla piped up, perhaps a little too quickly. Bruce shot her a nasty look.
"Wait your turn and shut your mouth, Miss Hart, or your punishment will be nothing to smile about, I assure you."
Kayla bit her lip. Bruce was harsh when he was in character, but she felt more turned on than she thought possible as she watched him press himself up against Anne's panties. He placed his hands on her hips, then let them roam up and down her back and he pushed his now-hard cock against her ass. Anne let out a small moan and Bruce smiled before pulling away. As he did, his hands grabbed her panties and brought them to the floor. Now they were around Anne's ankles, and her ass and pussy were exposed to the room. Even from where she sat, Kayla could see that her friend was wet and aching. How was she going to feel after her spanking?
Kayla didn't have to wait long to find out. It was only a second before Bruce began to rub one cheek with his hand before bringing it swiftly against Anne. She let out a small yelp as he did so. The sting had been sharp, to be sure, but not overly painful. Not yet.
"This is what happens to bad girls, Anne," Bruce leaned down and bit her ear softly. He whispered something Kayla couldn't understand, but that Anne clearly could because she immediately lifted her ass higher for Bruce to touch again.
Kayla watched him spank her several times, first with his hand, then softly with the ruler. It didn't take long for Anne to turn a beautiful crimson. Kayla wanted to come over and finger her friend, replaying memories of their last encounter with each other, but she didn't. She knew if she did, Bruce would start spanking her, and it wasn't time for that yet.
Instead, Kayla reached into her panties and began to softly rub her clit, playing and touching her pussy and enjoying how wet she was. It wasn't often that she got this turned on. Something about the entire situation was so forbidden, exotic, and strange that she just couldn't help herself. She couldn't wait to find out what happened next.
Bruce noticed Kayla touching herself and stopped spanking Anne to give her a glare.
"I don't recall giving you permission to touch your pussy, Kayla," he said to her. Kayla immediately pulled her hand away, but it was too late. Bruce was already next to her, yanking her out of the chair by her hair. Kayla let out a whine as Bruce pushed her over the desk and swatted her hard several times. He didn't bother taking her panties off for the first few swats, but then he ripped them off and tossed them aside and continued spanking her. Kayla turned her head and met Anne's eyes. A combination of excitement and confusion played on her face. It stung, but she also knew that Bruce was in control. He had them exactly where he wanted them.