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We stare at each other, and he knocks back the small shot glass of moonshine. Lorenzo coughs from its strength, and I shake my head. “You always were soft.”
I carefully lean in, and I snatch the moonshine shot glass from him. I pour myself one, and I knock the moonshine back in one. I need it,badly.
“And she’s fired,” Lorenzo says, eyeing me.
“And?” I ask, unsure what I’m expecting, or what I’m trying to do.
“We get married this weekend!”
“What?” I yell spurting half the moonshine out. I wipe my mouth. “The hell we do.”
“Look Storm, you’re mine, and I’ve come for you. Pack your fucking bags!”
I don’t know what to say, and I’m lost for words.
“One other thing!” Lorenzo says, stepping closer. “You don’t just run.Wedon’t run. This is forever.We,are forever!”
I’m unsure what to say, or do, when he gets distracted.
He’s just noticed the short antique sword I ‘borrowed’ from his penthouse. The one I use to cut bread, and cheese. “That’s my sword!”
“Was. It’s now a bread knife. With real use.”
“You’re picking up bad habits,” Lorenzo says, stepping forwards again.
I lift my chin, defiantly, as I back step towards the cliff. “Too bad, maybe now, I’m a bad girl. Anyway, what are you gonna do about it?”
Lorenzo is now close, and my feet are near the cliff edge. One step and I am dead.
The thing is, I’m turned on. I like him bossy when I’m naked, I always have.
“You’re a bad student, and you need a good spanking,” my teacher says angrily, and husky. “You always have.”
I shoot daggers from my eyes. I am naked on the cliff edge, and my nipples are pebbling. Lorenzo looks me up and down, and I am starting to get wet.
I brush past my teacher, and I walk towards the cabin. The front door is already open, and I walk inside, towards the fireplace that is blazing.
As the fire crackles, and the last of the sun streams in, I stand in front of the fireplace. I spread my slightly wet legs wide, and I raise my arms, and hands high.
I hold onto the old stone wall, and I inhale.
A minute later, I hear nothing. I am starting to get worried, then I hear a footstep. It’s some kind of boot. Seconds later, I hear the door creak close, and then it is locked.
I hear boots, and then I hear clothes dropping to the floor.
My heart pounds, and my clit is starting to throb harder and harder. I feel hands around my hair, and then one hand pulls my hair, to hold me in place. My teacher then smacks my butt, hard.
Really fucking hard.
I wince, and I bite down, my nipples pebbled. I am so turned on, and I am getting drenched.Fast.
As I am held in place, another spank comes.
Again its far too hard, but I am beginning to like it.
Too much.
Finally, the spanking stops, and my teacher spins me around. Our eyes lock, and hold, and then he lifts me up.
