“Yes, Sir.”
Taking a long swig of beer, he rose to his feet and made his way upstairs to her bathroom. He didn’t want to deliver the spanking with an uncomfortable erection, and his cock was already stiffening. Entering her bedroom, he dropped his jacket on a chair and moved into her bathroom. As he closed the door, he noticed she’d collected some seashells and placed them in a small, white basket.
“You are a sweet girl,” he muttered, then lowering his trousers and boxer shorts, he took hold of his hardness and began to stroke.
Closing his eyes he let his mind wander.
It was Emma who meandered in.
She’d become a frequent figure in his fantasies.
They were back in the classroom, alone, and she tapped on her cellphone as he delivered his lecture. Tired of her impudence, he yanked her to her feet, grabbed her around the waist, bent her over, and began swatting her backside. The fantasy shifted.
She was suddenly naked, and he was holding a round, wooden hairbrush. As she yelped and squirmed, he landed a series of stinging swats.
His climax abruptly erupted over his hand, and he stifled his groans as it shuddered through to its finish. Letting out a heavy breath, he leaned against the wall.
“Dammit, Emma,” he muttered, closing his eyes and picturing her. “What the hell am I going to do about you?”
CHAPTER NINE
ANNA LEE DIDN’T KNOWwhy Zach’s authority made her feel so much better, but he settled her nerves, gave her confidence, and made her feel cared for. Whenever she needed him, he would drop everything and come to her aid. There had been times she’d felt his erection as he’d spanked her, but he’d never once tried to get her into bed. She felt safe when he was around, and when he said she could do something, she believed him. Now waiting for his return, his words echoed through her head.
Professionals do what they must, and they do it with a smile.
The question was, how? Like a bolt from the blue, the answer came to her. She had a huge crush on an actor named Angelo Frattiano. In the scene with Jackson, every time she closed her eyes, she’d pretend it was Angelo.
But Zach’s footsteps coming down the stairs broke into her thoughts of the handsome Italian. Glancing up, she noticed Zach had taken off his jacket, and as he stepped towards her, he draped it around the back of a nearby chair. When he turned to face her and purposefully rolled up his sleeves, she thought he was really quite sexy, but she was drawn to men who wore leather jackets and jeans, not suits and polished shoes.
“So, young lady, are you ready?” he asked, sitting next to her.
“Yes, Sir.”
As she crawled over his lap, butterflies burst to life in her stomach. She loved the feeling and it happened every time. A moment later, he pushed her skirt up to her waist and his soft palm smoothed over her cheeks. Letting out a breath, she sank into his thighs, but as he landed the first stinging smack she caught her breath.
“You’re a professional, it’s time you started acting like one,” he said sternly, moving his hand from cheek to cheek. “I hope I don’t have to repeat this spanking because of reports of willful or impolite behavior. No temper tantrums allowed. Understood?”