I looked over my shoulder and nodded, meeting his cloudy gaze. My lips parted into a soundless gasp when he spanked me again, my body rocking on the desk and leaning on my toes to feel some sort of comfort.
“Use your words, big girl,” he cooed, smoothening the burning sting on my ass. “You can use your tongue, can’t you, Princess?”
“Y-yes, Daddy.”
“Mhmm. Maybe I’ll use your mouth for a punishment next time.”
Next time?My mouth?
My fingers tightened on the edge of the desk, trying to hold on to something because I had an idea of what was about to come next. I looked over my shoulder to find his perfect, long fingers wrapping around the sides of my thong and pulling it up, stretching it over my ass. I whimpered when the lace pressed over my sensitive clit.
“That felt good, Princess?”
“Y-Yes, it did.” I licked my lips and added, “I want you to touch me.”
James clucked his tongue. “Already begging for a touch and we haven’t even started the punishment yet, Princess.” He tapped my thigh. “Spread your legs. More.”Smack. I gasped, feeling the stinging burn on my thigh. “I know you can spread them wider—thattagirl.”
Oh, fuck, the punishment was getting harder and harder and he hadn’t even started—
“Ow!” The burning sting was sharper and more painful. “It hurts!”
He soothed the burn on my cheek with his fingers, warmth spreading over my pussy, and I had to hold myself from leaning back on his touch.
“It’s supposed to hurt, Princess. It’s a punishment.” James pulled back and asked, “What’s your safe word?”
“Peach.”
“Do you want to use it?”
I stayed silent and slowly shook my head, clutching the desk until my knuckles turned white. “No, Daddy.”
My entire body jumped when he spanked another cheek with the same intensity and murmured, “Good girl. Now, start counting each spank and tell me you’re sorry.”
I frowned and looked over at him, “That wasn’t the part of de—ow.”
He interrupted me with another smack. His eyes were hard to read when he said, “The longer you wait, the longer your ass will be punished. If your little ass gets bruised sooner, I will move to your pussy. Then your tits. Until you beg me like a good girl. Understood?”
My answer was quick and breathy. “Yes, Daddy. Understood.”
He repeated his actions, the muscles of my calves tensing with the strike. “O-one. I’m sorry, Daddy.”
Spank.
“Sorry for what?”
“I-I… for being a bad girl and using a sex toy.”
Spank.
“Repeat again.”
I pressed my teeth on my bottom lip and trembled. “I’m sorry for being a bad girl and using a sex toy in your class, Daddy.”
His voice softened, and he rewarded me with a ‘Good girl’ and a soothing rub on my burning cheek.
In a few moments, my eyes became half-lidded as I kept my gaze on the white wall with my cheek on the wooden desk, my mouth answering each spank with an apology. My body was floating in a strange dimension where pain started feeling like pleasure. With each spank, I moved my hips back, asking—beggingfor more. As much as I craved for the smack of his palm, I thirsted for the little moments when he’d rub my bruising skin and praise me with a loving, ‘Good girl’ or a rare ‘Good Princess.’
“P-please,” I cried out when the slow vibrations started. “I-I’ll…”