Please Spank Me, Sir - Sex Stories

Please Spank Me, Sir

... Nothing will happen without your permission, and if you decide that this isn’t what you want after all, we can stop whenever you say. Okay?”

Her eyes were still fearful, but she managed a stiff nod. I leaned in, looking directly into her eyes, and said, softly, “You are

safe

, Laurie, I promise.”

She stared searchingly into my eyes for a long moment, then took in a deep breath and let it out slowly. “I know,” she said.

I took her into my arms and held her for a while, feeling her breath slowly settling. As we separated, I offered her a glass of wine but she shook her head and asked for a little water instead. I led her into the living room and left her there for a moment as I fetched her a glass of water from the kitchen. When I returned I found her staring at the straight-backed wooden chair that I had placed in the exact middle of the room.

The weather had cooled somewhat over the last couple of days and she was wearing a light orange cotton sweater over black jeans. I handed her the glass of water and she took a few swallows before handing it back to me. Meeting my gaze, she simply said, “Okay.”

I nodded slowly before placing the glass on a nearby bookshelf. Then I took my reading glasses out of my shirt pocket and put them on, hoping that it made me look more teacher-like, before taking my seat on the wooden chair.

I pointed at a spot on the carpet directly in front of me and she came to stand there, looking down at me, her arms loosely at her ...

... sides, her face expressionless.

Slipping into my role, I looked up at her and said, “I believe you know why I asked you to stay after class, Laurie.”

Meeting my gaze, she replied softly, “Yes, Sir.”

I continued to look at her until she went on, “I was cheating on the test, Sir. I’m sorry, Sir.”

“Are you, though?” I replied. “I think not. Sorry you got caught, certainly. I think you’ve earned a suspension. And then you and I need to have a meeting with your parents.”

Raine and I had played out this scenario many times but even though Laurie had never done this before she had fantasized about it often enough so that she was able to follow the ‘***********’ as she had described it to me.

“Oh no, please don’t, Sir,” she quavered, her genuine nervousness giving authenticity to her voice. “I’m really sorry, Sir. I won’t do it again, I promise!”

“So you say,” I replied, my expression cold. “But in the meantime, what am I to do with you? Cheating is a very serious business, Laurie.”

This was her cue, and with authentic hesitation she responded, looking down at the floor, “Couldn’t you…p-punish me instead, Sir?”

I leaned back in my chair. “What do you mean, Laurie?”

Still looking down, she said, her voice barely above a whisper, “You…you could…s-spank me, Sir.”

I pretended to give a derisive snort. “Spanking is for children, Laurie. For bad little boys and girls. Is that what you are?”

Without looking up, she began shaking her head but I interrupted, ...