Page 158 of A Very Naughty Christmas

From the safety of his office, he heard her door click as it closed in the hallway. Her footsteps echoed as she walked away. He ran his hand over his face and swallowed heavily.

His palm itched to redden her naughty backside, to put her over his knee and bare her curves to his view. He yearned to spank her for her behavior and tie her to his bed so that he could have his way with her. Moving over to his desk, he sat down in his chair and leaned backwards. What could he do?

He sat at his desk, thinking about Raina, unable to get her out of his mind for even a moment. An hour later, he picked himself up and left the university, positive that enough time had passed that he wouldn’t run into her. He went home and to bed, tossing and turning all night, until eventually falling into a restless sleep, plagued by dreams of a certain brunette teaching assistant.

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The next day, he called Raina into his office for an appointment at three p.m. to go over the final exam. Today was her deadline for a finished rough draft. He watched her as she took a seat on the sofa across from his desk and he leaned back in his chair, all the while keeping her in his gaze. Her long chocolate brown hair hung well below her shoulders and her green eyes appraised him with what looked like trepidation. She wore a knee-length black dress that hugged her curves loosely, yet he still wanted to rip it off her and explore what was underneath. Crossing his legs, he assessed her further, narrowing his eyes a bit at her nervous behavior. What was he going to do with this tiny mystery?

“Dr. Knight, you wanted to meet with me?” she began, her voice seemingly anxious.

“Yes, Raina. I want to go over your first draft of the exam today. Did you bring a printout of it for me?”

“No, sir, I didn’t,” she said softly, if not guiltily. Her eyes dropped to the floor and she licked her lips. The moment she did that, he wanted to grab her hips and throw her on the desk, claiming her as his once and for all.

“You were aware of the deadline I gave you, were you not? The exam is only days away and it needs to be finished as soon as possible.”

“Yes, sir, I’m sorry. I fell asleep last night and wasn’t able to finish it in time,” she said, wringing her hands. Her eyes flashed to his and if he wasn’t mistaken, showcased just a hint of curiosity. Narrowing his eyes, he was silent for a long moment before coming to a stark realization. She looked away, her face painted with guilt and something more—anticipation. Her behavior indicated that she had missed the deadline on purpose, like a naughty sub who misbehaved because she wanted harder, kinkier play. She was testing him. She wanted to see what he would do. He stared back at her with the sternest expression he could manage.His palm itched to spank her naughty backside. She certainly deserved it.

Pressing his hands to the desk, he stood up and walked around the large piece of wooden furniture. She didn’t move, yet watched him with wide doe-like eyes from her seated position.

He leaned back against the desk and stared down at her. The closer he got to her, the wider her eyes became, until at long last she dropped her gaze to the floor. He steeled himself, knowing that it was now or never. He had to know what would happen if he pressed her further, gave her the option to explore her darker desires.

“Raina, when I give you a deadline, I expect not to be disappointed.”

“I’m sorry, sir,” she whispered softly, wringing her hands in her lap.

“I’m going to give you a choice,” he began, pausing as her green eyes lifted to meet his.

“What do you mean?” she asked breathlessly, her fingers trembling under his scrutiny.

“I can inform the graduate school of your delinquency and have them find me a new teaching assistant to grade the exam.”

“Oh, please, Dr. Knight! I need the credit so I can graduate! Please, don’t fire me.”

“Which brings me to the second option,” he said, his voice dropping an octave.

“What can I do to make it up to you?” she inquired, pressing her fingers to her chest. Her eyes widened, her pupils dilating just a hair under his inspection.

“You didn’t make the deadline I gave you, which means you need to be punished. So, in order to make up for your misdeeds, you will take a spanking from me, on your bare bottom. I’ll ensure that you never miss a deadline again, especially mine.”

The moment the words left his mouth, he knew everything was in her hands. Her face paled as she curled her arms in toward her chest.

“You can’t be serious,” she said, her voice almost inaudible. Her nipples hardened beneath her shirt and she placed her shaking fingers on trembling knees. He could tell that she was very clearly aroused by his threat of punishment.

“Take your spanking like a good girl and I’ll forgive you. I won’t inform the graduate school of anything and you will complete the final within two days. Decide. Either take the punishment from me, or look for other options.”

“Right now? I have to decide now?” she squeaked.

“No. I want you to come back at six-thirty this evening. Think about what you’ve done and how you want to proceed. If you decide to take the spanking, we’ll get it over with and move on. If you would rather find another teaching position, we will begin the process of filing the paperwork. Now, go home and figure out what you want to do.”

Her face flushed, she stood and nodded.

“Thank you, Dr. Knight. I will see you in a few hours,” she said, her voice so faint that he nearly missed it.

She turned and left his office in an obvious daze and he couldn’t contain a grin at her reaction. He watched as her hands drifted back toward her bottom, almost as though she could deflect his punishing palm from her bare skin. She glanced back quickly, red-faced and nervous, before she ran off like she couldn’t escape his office fast enough.

He hoped he had made the right decision. Leaning back, he breathed a heavy sigh, adjusting the rod of steel between his legs that seemed to be perpetually hard whenever she was in his presence. Closing his eyes, he imagined her returning and asking him to punish her. His palm itched and his body warmed, his cock stirring as his desire for her intensified. She needed a spanking and he wanted to be the one to give it to her. The next few hours as he waited for her to return were going to be torture.

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