“Shh, Princess,” he hushed me, delivering another spank, but it felt different from before because of the toy. “You can handle it. You’ll remember not to use sex toys in the class. Especially during your dad’s bestfriend’s class, the one who makes your pussy so fucking wet. Isn’t that right, my sweet princess slut?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I moaned, his fingers tracing the hem of my thong. “Please touch me.”
He paused and opened a drawer, closing it after a few moments. The vibrations increased, and I held on to the desk for my dear life. My legs were trembling when something cold and flat touched the backs of my knees.
“What’s your safe word, Princess?” he asked, his voice threateningly soft that made the hair on the back of my neck raise.
“Peach,” I breathed out. “What are you doing?”
“Punishing my naughty fucking brat,” he answered, and what followed was a sharp sound of something hard slapping against the burning skin of my ass. Ithurt. The previous spanks were nothing compared to the one he had just—
“It hurts.” I let out a soft moan, trying to soothe the burn with my hand, but he held my wrist at my lower back, pinning me to his desk. I looked over his shoulder to see him holding a wooden ruler that he used to teach us during the class. Seeing him use it to spank me, punish me, made me feel embarrassed and hot at the same time.
“Four more, Princess.” James soothed the stinging burn that made the warmth pool in my underwear, and the vibrations inside me shook me to the pleasure world. “Can you handle it?”
“I don’t know.” Tears were threatening to spill, and I was feeling bad for thinking rashly and using a toy in the class.
I felt him take a step back, and I instantly missed the warmth he provided. “Keep your hands where they are or you’ll get hurt.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
I braced myself for the impact, anticipation making it scarier yet exciting.Smack. Smack. Smack. I whimpered, covering my mouth to hide the groan and squeezing my eyes shut. I was leaning on the top of my toes and my body trembled with the pain and pleasure rocking through it.
“Such a good girl,” James praised me, “Only one left, Princess.”
I nodded and took a shaky breath—
“Daddy,” I cried out when he spanked me for the last time, my knees buckling as I tipped over the edge.
Warm hands soothed and rubbed the red skin, covering me in a gentle caress and turning me around. Through the haze of my pain and pleasure, I heard him whisper sweet praises in my ears, holding me against his chest and letting me curl on his lap when he sat down on the chair.
“How do you feel, sweet girl?” he asked, brushing my hair out of my face and peering down at me.
The vibrations had stopped, and I felt empty without it. “I want to cum,” I said, shifting on his lap so I could straddle him, biting my lip when I felt the hard bulge. I met his gaze and felt the intense lust that also reflected in my eyes.
“You want to cum like this?” he asked, trailing his hands over my body. “Don’t want to use your pretty fingers to make yourself cum? Or the little toy that’s inside your pussy?”
I shook my head, rocking my hips back and forth, wondering if I was doing okay. His jaw clenched and hands tightened on my waist. “I want you to make me cum, Daddy.”
“I can feel how soaked you are, Princess,” he whispered, his eyes trailing from where I was grinding on top of him to my face. He smiled, cupping my cheek. “Look at you.”
I didn’t understand what he said. I just wanted him to touch me.
“Will you touch my pussy?”
“This dirty mouth will get you in trouble someday.” His blue eyes darkened, his thumb pressing on my bottom lip. “And haven’t I taught you manners? Do you want more punishment?”
I licked his thumb and peered at him. “Please touch my pussy, Daddy?”
I didn’t think James would do it, but he squeezed my ass, making me whimper at the sharp gust of pain. He lifted me as if I was light as a feather and put me down on the desk. The cold wood stung against my bruised skin.So this is what he meant, that I’ll remember the punishment for a few days.
“Whose pussy is it, Princess?” he asked, spreading my knees and stepping closer, the bulge in his pants prominent.
I licked my lips and glanced at his face. “Y-yours, Daddy.”
He tsked. “Say it.”
I swallowed the lump in my throat and whispered, “It’s your pussy, Daddy.” Arousal burned through my pussy and I clenched the toy that still felt bigger than ever inside me, making me hornier.