Chloe's Bad Grade - Chloe (YNAS) Pt. 3 - Sex Stories

Chloe's Bad Grade - Chloe (YNAS) Pt. 3

... in a way he could easily turn into something harmless if she didn’t rise to the challenge.

“Yes, sir. I do,” she replied with downcast eyes that looked occasionally into his.

“Will you come to my office tonight? Around eight?” he asked, looking for the moment of truth.

“Yes, sir. I’ll be there.”

Looking up into his eyes and down again, she couldn’t help noticing the swelling in his crotch and wordlessly made sure he knew she’d noticed.

“Be sure to dress appropriately,” he said, looking for one more confirmation that they were on the same page.

“I will, sir. See you at eight!”

She left the classroom in a sorry state of mind, that is to say, highly aroused. She tried to pay attention in her remaining classes, but even the slightest excuse had her picturing herself upended on his lap, getting the spanking she so badly wanted andneeded.

After her second afternoon class, she went straight to the ladies’ room and plunged her fingers into her steamy slit, regretting that the busy room meant she couldn’t spank herself again and had to be as quiet as possible, attempting to time her cumming with an ebb in the traffic.

She wondered briefly what Jamie would think of what she was doing and decided she didn’t care. They were far from exclusive, and he’d made his position on switching clear, so she felt she had every right to pursue that need with someone else. It felt like a bit of rationalization, but still.

After her last class, she raced home and ...

... changed clothes to something ‘appropriate.’ Starting with her black lacy boy-short panties, she added a plain white blouse and navy pleated skirt going for a schoolgirl look. Completing the outfit, she wore a pair of black pumps with white ankle socks, all resurrected from her time with the asshole Bob.

She was nervous and excited as she knocked on his office door, and hearing, ‘Come in,’ she knew there was no turning back now.

“Hello, sir,” she said meekly.

“Hello, Chloe,” he said, leaning forward on the high-back executive chair behind his desk. “Why don’t you tell me why you’re here.”

“Because I got a bad grade on my paper.”

“And what happens to young ladies who don’t work up to their potential?” he asked, smiling as she took her backpack off and turned to close and lock the door before answering.

“They get … they get spanked, sir,” he said, turning back towards him.

“Are you prepared to receive that punishment now, Chloe?”

“Yes, sir.”

“I want you to ask me for it so there’s no misunderstanding,” he said, seeing a small smile creep onto her face.

“I got a bad grade and deserve to be punished. Please take me over your knee and spank me, sir,” she said, biting her lower lip.

“Very well, come …” he started but stopped when she reached for her backpack, fumbling with a zipper on the front.

“On my bare bottom, and if you think I need it, paddle me with this, sir,” she added, reaching to hand him the leather paddle her mother had given her for ...