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

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

... a foot or two back. Holding her down, he drew the paddle back, and with a wide arcing swing and a loud crack, the paddling had begun.

“Ooo, yeah!” she said, having watched the swing but closed her eyes for the impact. Another swat on the other side, and she decided she loved her little leather paddle.

“How many, Chloe?” he asked, letting her decide how much she could take, but whatever she said, he’d add to.

“Twenty … on each cheek!” she said with a pained smile, “At a quick pace, okay?”

“Count them!” he instructed and began.

“Ow! One! Ooo! Two! Ouch! Three!” she counted as the burning pain built quickly. Having only been paddled with a hairbrush before, she appreciated the duller, warm sting created by the leather. Grunting by the time they reached thirty, she wasn’t sure she could take ten more, knew she had to, but was surprised when he stopped. She wouldn’t mind if he didn’t continue.

She didn’t see him kneel between her legs but felt his hands pushing her legs further apart and knew it wasn’t over yet.

“Thirty-one!” she screamed at the hardest swat yet, but then felt his tongue swipe up through her dripping slit. “OH! Oh my God!” she gasped. “Thirty-two!” and his tongue lingered just a bit longer. “Thirty-three! Oh fuck!” she said, reacting to his tongue darting into her.

All the way to forty, he teased her with the intoxicating combination of intense pain and extreme pleasure. She could feel her climax approaching, and just as she’d wished ...

... she’d asked for more, another landed.

“Forty-one!” but this time, she felt his mouth envelop her whole pussy, sucking her savory snatch. “Forty-two! Fuck!” she screamed as he sucked her in again, this time his tongue fucking her dripping cunt.

As the count rose, the fingers of his free hand penetrated her to the knuckle while his thumb rubbed her stiff nub. By forty-seven, she was about to cum, and four quick, hard swats combined with his fingers pushed her over the edge, leaving her a quivering mess still lying on his desktop. His fingers gently massaging her beet-red bottom prolonged one of the most powerful orgasms she’d ever had.

“Holy shit, professor! I don’t think I’ve ever felt anything like that before!” she said softly as she gradually stood to face him.

Taking her in his arms, he hugged her like a daughter who needed consoling after her harsh punishment. Resting her head against his chest, she pressed her body to his and felt his bulge against her mound. Pulling away, she looked up at him with a grateful smile and allowed her hand to stroke him through the tented fabric.

“No, Chloe,” he said softly, sadly. Despite all he’d just done to her, for her, he felt like he might be going one step too far as her teacher. The devil on his shoulder tried to convince him otherwise, replaying the extraordinary things he’d just done, especially the way he made her cum, but the angel won out.

“Please? What you did for me was …” she started.

“Maybe next time?” he ...