I love sexy stories and I want to share the really good ones I find out there. This one is from a new follower who writes stories focused on spanking and discipline. This has been a theme of my posts lately, so it fits right in.
Settle in and prepare to enjoy a thrilling story of a naughty school girl struggling to learn the value of patience.
“Come here”, I am summoned.
I hesitate before I meekly take two steps forward. My eyes still gaze at the floor as I dare not meet his stare. In one hand he’s holding something, tapping it against the other.
“Bend over the table”
A finger points at the large, imposing teacher’s table at the front of the room.
I stare at it, not daring to move, like a startled rabbit caught in the headlights of an oncoming car.
Now he speaks more loudly.
“I’m waiting. Don’t make this any worse”
I hurry over quickly and hesitate for just a second before bending over the table. The table looks old; its worn, slightly uneven surface is mottled with splots of ink. It also feels old, as I reach over it my fingertips rub across gaps in the grain. And as I lower my head, I can smell its age, its fresh wood smell is long gone, now it smells of old wood polish, like a musty wax. It is a sturdy table, it would protect me, I wish I could somehow hide underneath it. But it’s too late now; so I just close my eyes and listen to his heavy footsteps, and that soft tap – tap – tapping. Getting louder, and louder…