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“That there is,” he responded. “Good night, Raina.”

“Night, sir.”

She closed the door behind her and raced to her bedroom. Collapsing in bed, she giggled happily, still sated from his all-knowing hands and the plug seated deep between her bottom cheeks. Cupping her bottom, she relished the feeling of her scalded flesh and her well-stretched bottom hole. It didn’t take long for her to fall asleep, her body worn out from the evening’s activities, but her dreams were alive with fantasies of future nights spent with her professor.

Chapter Four

Raina finished a draft of the final exam the next day and when she texted him about it, he responded rather quickly. He promised to treat her with some ‘good girl attention’ that night, but when she replied that she was thinking she might misbehave, he replied with the threat that he knew how to deal with naughty girls.

The exchange turned her on immediately and the slight residual soreness in her bottom cheeks tingled with anticipation.

She shivered at the thought of being spanked once again and anxiously watched the clock tick away until it was time to leave. She had chosen to wear a skirt, thinking it would be best for some of the attention he had alluded to.

When she arrived at his office, she noticed that the building was very quiet. Most people seemed to have left for the day and she grinned at the thought. Her bottom clenched and she hoped she’d get spanked again. After having fantasized about being disciplined like that for so long, she couldn’t help but crave even more.

She entered the attached sitting room and knocked on his office door. He opened it and stepped aside so that she could enter. On the sofa sat a small brown leather implement.

“That’s a paddle,” she breathed, unbelieving.

“You told me you were thinking about being naughty, young lady, so I aim to deal with that immediately.”

“You’re going to spank me with that?” she asked, feeling her stomach drop to her toes. It was one thing to be spanked with his hand or his belt, but a paddle made especially for thrashing her bare backside was exciting and nerve-racking at the same time.

He sat down on the sofa and pushed the implement off to the side.

“If you’re still thinking about misbehaving, then come here, Raina. Stand in front of me and I’ll take care of those errant ways right away,” he said softly, while lifting his arm and holding out his hand for her.

Staring back at him, she knew he was giving her a choice. As much as her nerves held her back, she wanted to experience more of his dominating ways. She needed to discover more about her fantasies and he seemed like the perfect man to do that with. Her legs began to move her body toward him and before she knew it, she was standing in front of him. Her heart seemed to hammer in her throat and her thighs trembled with expectation.

A flash of a smile passed over his lips before a more serious look came over him. He grasped her hand and helped to guide her over his lap. Flipping up her skirt, he didn’t waste any time in dragging the silky pink panties down in order to bare her backside to his view.

His warm hands caressed each side of her ass and she sighed at his touch. He squeezed her cheeks and she whimpered at the force of it.

“Still sore from your punishment yesterday?”

“A little,” she whined.

“Good,” he responded and her pussy clenched. She was drenched with her arousal and knew it was beginning to slide down the skin of her thighs.

His broad palm connected with the right side of her bottom and she yelped at the suddenness of it. Within seconds, he was spanking her with vigor and her skin warmed immediately. Before long, she was quickly overwhelmed with the sting of it.

When he finally paused, she breathed a sigh of relief and groaned when the ache began to turn into something more pleasurable. Her body heated, morphing the pain from his smacks into intoxicating ecstasy. Her clit throbbed with need.

She jumped when a cool smooth object traced over the flesh of her bottom, realizing that he must had picked the paddle up. Whining out loud, she reached down and gripped a hand around his ankle for support and peace of mind.

His arm held her waist and the paddle swished as it descended through the air. When the leather surface met her ass, she yelped with surprise at the feeling. The pain was only slightly thuddy and a little bit stingy, but decidedly pleasurable. Since Eliot had warmed her skin with his palm first, she already felt herself begin to submit to the caress of the leather paddle. Almost as if she was falling into a black hole, she yielded to his command.

Her pussy quivered, tightening with each smack of the implement. She lost track of how many times he spanked her and was quickly overtaken by the pleasure and pain cascading over her like a waterfall. She breathed hard, feeling her body begin to crest the top of her release and screamed as she fell into an endless pool of ecstasy. When she finally opened her eyes, she saw the paddle lying there on the couch in front of her as he kneaded the flesh of her bottom cheeks.

He didn’t say a word, but gathered her up in his arms. Even in his silence, she could feel how proud he was of her. Gently, he guided her to a seated position on top of his thighs. She sat in his lap, her bottom still warm from his palm and she laid her head on his shoulder while he brushed a stray lock of hair behind her ear.

“Raina, babe?”

“Yes, sir?”

“Do you like this? This chemistry between you and me?”

“Yes, I do enjoy it very much. You’re the type of man I’ve always fantasized about and wanted in my life,” she said softly, still warm and tingly from his attentions.

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