Page 19 of Unravelling Nell (Fairford Affairs)

Nell straightened, her hands shaking as she smoothed out her white button-up, then adjusted her tie. Keeping her gaze firmly planted on the desk between them, she took a deep breath and forced out, “I agree to your terms, professor.”

“I think that’s a very wise decision,” he said, keeping a stern look on his face by sheer force of will. “Now be a good girl and come over here.”

Her gaze darted up to meet his for only a moment. “Over there, Sir?”

Rolling his chair away from the desk, he patted his thigh twice. “If you want this all to go away, Ms. Beaumont, I expect you to be over my knee in the next thirty seconds.”

A shiver ran through her, and she chewed on her bottom lip. “Isn’t there any other—”

“Place yourself over my knee or go upstairs to Dean Hale’s office. The choice is yours.” Her whimper made him want to bend her over that desk and fuck her senseless. With what was, frankly, the patience of a saint, he stayed perfectly still, counting down the seconds in his head. As they neared the deadline, he said aloud, “Five, four, three...”

She scrambled around the desk at last, practically launching herself across his lap in her panic. Rafe took firm hold of her hips as she very nearly toppled over onto the floor, pulling her back up into the position he wanted.

“Now,” Rafe said, letting one heavy hand rest upon her upturned bottom, “I expect you to take your spanking like a good girl. You know you’ve earned this. Don’t make things any harder on yourself than they already are.”

There was that whimper again that made his cock throb with the need to be inside her. Mouth, pussy, ass—he didn’t care, so long as it was tight and wet andhers.

“Let’s begin.” Raising his hand, he brought it down twice, once for each cheek.

With a long, low wail, Nell squirmed over his thighs, reaching back with one hand, whether to rub at the sting or protect herself from further punishment he didn’t know. Nor did he care. Taking firm hold of her wrist with his free hand, he pinned her arm against her back.

“Sir, please, it hurts.” She squirmed again, only stopping when he twisted her arm back enough to make her cry out.

“Please do remember this is a punishment.” His voice dripped with sarcasm. “It’ssupposedto hurt.”

She sniffed a few times, but finally relaxed her muscles, the fight going out of her like a candleflame caught in a gust of wind. “Yes, Sir,” she mumbled.

“Good. Now be still.” He covered her ass and the tops of her thighs with several more hard spanks, using most of his considerable strength. Holding back wouldn’t be doing her any favors.

Crying out at the most severe of the impacts, Nell kicked and squirmed. If he didn’t have such a strong hold on her arm, she would’ve wriggled right off his lap.

“Enough,” Rafe said, using the sternest Dom voice in his repertoire.

She went still as a statue.

“I told you to be still. If you can’t listen on your own, I’m going to have to give you some incentive.”

She started to ask what he meant, but he flipped her skirt up before she got more than a single word out. Nell gasped, her ass cheeks clenching together beneath her white cotton panties. “Naughty girls who won’t accept their punishments get spanked on their bare bottoms,” Rafe said, running a fingertip beneath the elastic waistband. “Is that really what you want? Or are you ready to be good and...” He let the rest of his sentence trail off.

After the silence dragged on for several seconds, she craned her neck around, trying to look at his face. “Sir?” For the first time, she sounded genuinely scared.

Letting his hand trail down the crack of her ass, he cupped her pussy, squeezing hard enough to make her flinch. “What is this, Ms. Beaumont? Is this a wet spot on your panties? Are youenjoyingyour punishment?”

She let the curtain of her long hair block her face from his view. “I don’t know what you—”

“Don’t lie to me.” It came out as a growl. “I’m only going to give you one more chance to tell the truth, and you donotwant to find out what happens if you lie again. Are you enjoying your punishment?”

Nell squeezed her legs together, trapping his hand between her thighs like a vice. Fucking hell, she was strong. It made her submission exponentially sexier to him. After several more long seconds, she whispered, “Yes, Sir.”

“So all the crying and flailing...” He slipped a finger beneath her panties and slid it into her tight, wet pussy, making her moan.“Nothing but an act?” His tone practically dared her to answer in the affirmative and see what happened.

With a great, shuddering breath, she forced out another soft, “Yes, Sir.”

“Oh, Nell.” He added a second finger, curling them until her whole body spasmed. “You have no idea how much worse this just got for you.” Gripping her around the waist, he hauled her up to stand in front of him. With firm hands on her hips, he positioned her exactly as he wanted her, standing between his spread thighs, facing the desk. “Hand me your tie.”

Nell’s shoulders tensed at the command, but she didn’t hesitate. Slipping her tie off with trembling fingers, she held it behind her back for him. His hand brushed against hers as he took the red, plaid silk, making her jump.

“Good girl. Now the shirt.”

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