Free Taboo1 TakingInstruction by Cheyenne McCray

breath in both excitement and that sensual edge of fear. What would he do to her? “I’m sorry, Professor,” she said.
    “Come.” He held out his hand and she took it. He strode fast enough that she had a difficult time keeping up with him.
    Again he led her down to the dungeon and he opened the door and let her through before closing the door behind them. “This time the doorbell can be going non-stop, but we’re not going to stop, Ms. Grayson,” he said and she tried not to smile.
    “Yes, Professor.”
    He took her to the strange-looking couch. The dimmed track lighting made the scene seem somewhat exotic. Air brushed over her skin as she moved, and the scent of musk was strong.
    The couch was hard to describe. It had a huge hump on the left that rose up the length of a torso before curving over. The right side looked almost like a regular couch.
    “Lie over the hump, Ms. Grayson.”
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    She knelt on the lower end and draped herself over the high, rounded part. A soft fur material covered the surface that felt soft to her breasts and her mound.
    Craig shackled her wrists and ankles, spreading her wide as he did, exposing her pussy. He rubbed his hand over her sore ass. “Perfect,” he murmured. Everything he did and said turned her on, and she was so wet she could smell her own musk.
    She turned her face so that her cheek was against the fur and watched him go to the wall of toys. He returned with a green ball with straps on either side of it and what looked like a whisk-type of handheld broom.
    “Since you’ve been so bad, you’re going to get a hard spanking,” he said. “And you’re not going to be able to scream. This is a ball gag, and you can bite down on it when you feel any pain.”
    Jessica opened her mouth in surprise and he immediately slipped the ball in as far as he could then tied the straps behind her head. With wide eyes, she looked up at him.
    Not only couldn’t she move, she couldn’t make a sound. A helpless, although exited feeling overtook her. She was totally vulnerable and couldn’t even say her safe word.
    Her gaze met Craig’s and he looked serious. “If at any time you want me to stop, hold up two fingers. That’ll be in place of your safe word. Understand, Ms. Grayson?”
    Heart pounding, she nodded.
    When he moved behind her, a shiver trailed her spine as he placed one of his hands on her lower back. He rubbed one ass cheek with his other palm in slow, sensuous circles.
    Just when she started to relax, Craig’s hand landed hard on the ass cheek he’d been stroking. Her eyes watered and she cried out behind the ball gag, but no sound came out. He slapped her again and this time she bit down on the ball. Her eyes watered from the pain as he spanked her. But it was so weird—the harder he spanked her, the wetter her pussy got, and the more she needed to come. She wanted to be fucked so bad she could just about scream—and would have if it weren’t for the ball gag. Instead she 65
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    bit down on the ball and felt the sting, burn and strange pleasure that came with the spanking.
    “This is for being such a bad girl and coming without permission,” Craig said in a stern voice. “Are you going to come again without my say-so?”
    She moved her head side-to-side, the best she could with her face against the fur.
    He stopped abruptly, and she gave a sigh of relief. God, her ass burned. “Very good, Ms. Grayson. You’ve taken your first punishment well. Now for your second.”
    Jessica almost whimpered. She was loving this, but at the same time she didn’t know how much more she could handle. He was taking her to the limit.
    The next thing she felt was what had to be the whisk broom thingee being run softly over her ass. It wasn’t made of straw but of some soft, fiber-like strands.
    It felt so good as he trailed the whisk over her ass, her back, her thighs and then down to her pussy. Again he whipped her when she started to relax. She