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handle across my back and over my full, round buttocks. Then he caressed each one and stepped back.
    I felt the air move behind me before the first spank of the paddle landed on my right butt cheek. “Oof . Oh, one!”
    “You have behaved well—so far—therefore your grade has moved up to a D. Let’s see if we can improve on that.”
    The paddle hit my left cheek a bit harder and the heat quickly migrated to my pussy. “Two,” I grunted, struggling to stay still.
    The strikes landed faster as I called out, “Three, four, five, six.”
    He paused and said, “That’s worth at least a C. I’ve always known that students could be quite trainable.” He ran his hand over my tingling ass and trailed his fingers along my spine, up to my shoulders. He took me by surprise when he gripped my neck and held my head down, my cheek pressed to the desktop. I moved my arms to my side, my breasts sandwiched against the surface. “Let’s see if we can get that grade up even more. Take six straight thwacks in a row and I can safely bump you up to a solid B. Are you ready?”
    “Yes, Professor.”
    The strength of the punishment increased as did the wetness gathering between my legs. I yelled out each of the remaining swats, grunting and groaning, unable to move away.
    “Very good,” the professor said. “Shall we shoot for an A?”
    “Oh, sir,” I panted, “what would I have to do for that?”
    “Spread your legs wide and find out.” He let go of my neck and situated himself behind me. I felt the swollen head of his cock rubbing at the entrance to my pussy.
    “Oh yes,” I moaned as I felt him penetrate me. Already so turned on, I knew it wouldn’t take me long.
    He stroked deep and long, using my shoulders for leverage. “Such a nice and tight pussy. I think your pussy deserves an A.”
    Although the room was cool, all I felt was the warmth of his body and the intensity of being taken from behind and truly owned. I hissed and moaned as my first orgasm began to contract and spread the heat that caused me to combust.
    A layer of perspiration began to form between us.
    He continued his long thrusts while my contractions began to subside and I floated in the ethers of my release. Still rock -hard inside me, I knew I would have another explosive climax before he finished.
    A melody interrupted the play and Mason said, “Shit.”
    I recognized the ring tone.
    “I have to take it,” he said, pulling out of me.
    “I know.” I wavered out of the room and into the bathroom. I struggled to focus on the mundane actions required to clean up instead of on the harsh reality that had just interrupted my time with Mason. From the wicker top shelf, I retrieved a washcloth. I turned on the hot water and waited for it to warm up while I removed my heels, the garter belt, and stockings. After cleaning my saturated labia, I rinsed out the washcloth and then sat on the toilet with my head in my hands. Ragged breathing in my throat and chest signaled the impending breakdown. “No!” I said out loud.
    As I washed my hands in the sink, I shook my head at my reflection. What the fuck are you doing? I grabbed another washcloth and removed the smudged makeup from my eyes. I wrapped my robe around me, sighed, and went out into the hall.
    Mason waited for me on the overstuffed , beige couch in the living room. “I’m sorry, Lainie.”
    “Yes, I know. Please, just go.”
    “I’ll let you know when I can get away again. It sucks that we were interrupted but damn, baby, you were sexy as hell.” He held his arms out to me and said, “Come give me a kiss goodbye.”
    Unable to resist him, I complied. I fell against him, his kiss confounding me. My heart broke with every departure , fracturing into a million pieces until he returned and his presence slowly re-glued each tiny piece together again. Every time my heart went through its demise and resurrection, the more fragile it became. Melting into his embrace, I thought, If I could just stay