Spank Me! Part 1 - Sex Stories

Spank Me! Part 1

... voice, said, “I’m…I’m sorry I wasted the class’ time.”

“Will it happen again, Miss Burke?”

“No, it won’t.”

“Promise us, Miss Burke.”

“I…I promise.”

“Please return to your seat andsit down.” I emphasized the last words and had guessed right again. Her eyes flicked towards me, and, involuntarily, she rubbed her ass with her right hand. She knew sitting would hurt – and she knew I wanted it so.

I turned and carried on with the lecture about Einstein’s Theory of Special Relativity in front of a silent group of young women. Then, when the bell rang, I dismissed the class but turned to my just-branded submissive.

“Would you please remain behind, Miss Burke?” I said.

She looked uncertainly at her pussy posse, nodded to them, then split off and moved uncertainly towards me. I leaned back against my desk, arms folded, watching the girls reluctantly leave the room. Each of them wanted to know what I was going to say, but eventually realized I wasn’t going to say it until they were out of hearing.

She stood in front of me, eyes downcast, hands wringing each other, and waited for me to speak. I deliberately stretched the silence, then finally spoke.

“You enjoyed that, didn’t you?”

Her eyes shot up to meet mine. She had not expected me to saythat.

“Well?”

She looked down again, but when I said nothing further, and she eventually said in a small voice, “Yes.”

“And you’d like more of it, wouldn’t you?”

Another pause. “Yes.”

“In fact, you’ve ...

... been angling for this all term, if I’m not mistaken. Haven’t you?”

“I…I…I don’t know. I guess so.” She looked up at me. “How did you know?”

“Miss Burke, I’ve known from the first lecture you were going to wind up over my lap sooner or later.”

I went quiet again, forcing her to speak first. This is a powerful weapon that few know how to wield. I had perfected it back in the days when I was learning how to sell things.

Finally, she looked up at me and repeated, “How did youknow?” There was real curiosity in her voice.

“Because I am a Dominant, and you are a submissive. Oh, you hide it well behind your brash voice and aggressive manner. But I’ve been working – and playing – happily with submissives longer than you’ve been alive.”

I leaned in towards her and very quietly said, “And you have been waiting and wanting me to dominate you from the first lecture. Haven’t you?” I was deliberately invading her space, holding my nose inches from hers.

She actually moved the toe of her shoe back and forth, in a classic “bad little girl” signal, then nodded. “Yes.”

I straightened up. “So, what are you going to do about it, Miss Burke?”

She looked up at me again, startled. She had been expecting – hoping – that I would tell her what to do. But I was going to force her to ask me every step of the way and make her spell out and beg for everything she wanted.

Then her face broke into a mischievous smile, “Please, sir, may I have some more.”

I chuckled. “Morewhat, ...