Page 13 of Bloody Valentine

“You son of a—”

“Now you have gone and messed up my vision. Do you enjoy being punished, Little Virgin?”

The three professors continued to dance in my view, and I swatted my hands at them, but I only felt air. He moved quickly, bending me over his desk before I knew what was even happening.

“Oh, so feisty. I do love your spirit, and I will take that as a resoundingyes.”

I couldn’t track his hands, but when I felt the stinging lash across my ass, I squeaked. The tie was shoved back in my mouth as I opened wide to scream. My hands were pulled behind me.

Tears fell from my eyes from the sting. I was humiliated. He just…spanked me.

“Such a naughty girl needs to be taught a lesson in obedience.”

Another whap cracked across my flesh, and I hissed. He pulled my arms harder with one hand while using the plaid red and black uniform to restrain my wrists.

I pushed at the tie with my tongue, but it was only shoved deeper when he noticed. Trying this method was tedious and made me choke.

“Let me hear you count, Little Virgin,” he demanded. “If you obey, I will remove the gag.”

I laughed without humor and pulled my head away from him. I did count. In my head. Each thrash of that damn wood as it stung against my body.

One.

Crack.

Two.

Crack.

Three.

Crack.

Four.

Crack.

Five.

Five times, he used that thing to hit me.

Five fucking times.

I gritted my teeth, anger and…something else overcoming me.

Was I…wet?

To my horror, I realized my panties felt cold, and I was dripping down my thighs. How could I like this? Shame and furyovertook me. I wanted him to stop, but I needed more at the same time. I didn’t move.

“Oh, Little Virgin. Now,Thisis interesting,” he said, using that stupid yardstick to lift up my skirt.

My panties were white and soaked through. I gritted my teeth, drool escaping my lips and falling onto the desk in front of me. My arms hurt at the angle he’d bent them, and the fabric chaffed the skin around my wrists.

“Leave me alone!” I tried to scream through the gag, but he used the yardstick to pop the buttons of my skirt before he shoved the zipper down.

I could only watch my reflection in the mirror on the desk. I had a front-row view of the humiliation happening behind me.

My skirt fell to my feet, my stockings and drenched panties the last thing covering my bruised ass. I still had my button-up on.

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