Page 17 of Spoil Me, Daddy

“Do you know what happens to girls when they’re naughty?” he’d ask.

“They get punished.”

“That’s right,” he breathed against my neck. “But you’re extra naughty, so you’ll get my hand instead of the ruler. I want to make sure I can feel every single count.”

Nothing about the way Mr. Parker would look at me would be soft. He would be like a beast with its prey. His look would be hungry, with me the answer to quenching his thirst. I would shiver again when his finger started to rub painfully, slowly against the gusset of my thong. His other hand would start to move against my ass cheeks, my bare flesh available for him.

“After your ass is nice and red, then you’ll show me that you’re a good girl again and suck my cock. Nice and deep.” He would rub a finger over me, slip the tip just inside my virgin heat as he held me in place over his desk. “And then I’m going to taste your naughty pussy and make you come.”

I moaned at the thought of him teaching me exactly how he liked it, of him dominating me, making me his. The mangled sound stirred me from my fantasy. I shifted in my seat again, trying to rub my thighs against my swollen clit.

All around me were my classmates, but they seemed not to notice the sound I’d made justthinkingabout Mr. Parker.

While he was the Civics and Government teacher in this small, private school, he’d finished law school last year and was studying for the bar exam. Being a teacher wasn’t his career, like the other teachers who’d been at the school for decades. He was on the fast track to becoming a lawyer. He should have been stiff and stodgy; all the teachers were. Safe even, but nothing about the way he stared at me spelled “safe.”

Sometimes, I imagined that he stared, that his gaze traced the curve of my leg or lingered on my lips. I dreamed that he wanted me, masturbated in his shower thinking about taking me over his desk. I dreamed that he couldn’t control himself when it came to me, that I was so beautiful, so perfect that he couldn’t say no.

No imagination needed on my end. I definitely wouldn’t say no.

Mr. Parker was nine years older than I was –yes, I stalked him– and a man of that age had years of experience I could only dream about. That easily spelled trouble for me, but I wasn’t running away from it. I wanted him and if I had to be punished because of it, I was fine with that, as long as Mr. Parker was doing the punishing.

Anne was writing something down on a piece of paper while the others worked on a practice test and whispered about what they were doing over the summer. I couldn’t care less.

Why would I, when the only thing I wanted was standing right in front of me?

I spun around when another piece of paper hit my head. Anne raised and lowered her eyebrows at me. I realized my imagination had run wild again. I should’ve known better. Having almost-sex with Mr. Parker wouldneverhappen in real life. I saw him every day in class, and he’d never want anything to do with me. I was his student and too young. Yes, I was eighteen, but still...

The whole situation was hopeless. A man like him wanted a woman, not a girl. He would want woman who was experienced and worldly and didn’t look like a lost puppy with a leash around its neck. I tried to brush the thought aside. It made me sad because I couldn’t be alluring and experienced unless I fucked someone else and the only one I wanted was him.

I tried as best as I could to not think about it anymore, as I smoothed out the paper Anne had thrown.

“You’re undressing our teacher with your eyes. Don’t deny.”

“Shut up”.I quickly scribbled down before I passed the note back to Anne. She passed it back seconds later.

“Mr. Parker’s too old.”

I bit my bottom lip. That was exactly why he was so attractive; I got hot for an older man. I got hot forhimand I quickly wrote my thoughts down.

“I bet he knows what to do with his c—”

I hesitated writing the last word. I was getting wet just thinking about writing a fucking four-letter word. It shouldn’t have been a big deal – writing down the word “cock”. What was I getting so worked up over? My classmates reading the note? Or worse, Mr. Parker?

Cock. Cock. Cock.

Cock. Cock. Cock.

See, I could say the word in my mind over and over again.Why couldn’t I just write the damn thing down?

Cock. Cock. Cock.

Oh, God. My tongue definitely needed to be drowned in holy water.

“I bet he knows what to do with his cock.”I quickly passed the note, letting out a sigh of relief that I finally wrote the damn word down.

Jane – 1. Cock – 0.

“You’re crazy. He’s a teacher. You’ll be a virgin forever. He’ll never touch you.”

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