Free RosyCheeks by Marianne LaCroix Page B

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increased sensitivity, his hand smoothed over her reddened ass, driving her
wild. Then he eased his hand down to her wet pussy and slid a finger through
her moist folds. Oh yes, yes, yes!
    “You’re very wet.” He pushed a finger into her slit and he
moaned. “Yes, you have the potential to be my favorite student, but not yet.
You need to learn your lesson to never try to bribe me again.”
    “Yes sir,” she stammered as he removed his finger.
    Slap!
    She flinched in his lap.
    “Be still, little girl. I’m warning you for the last time.”
    “Yes sir.” So on edge…so ready to explode, she bit her
bottom lip.
    Slap!
    She inhaled sharply.
    Slap!
    At twenty he stopped and caressed her rapidly heating rump
with a gentle hand. Her skin was so sensitive, she fought to suppress her moans
at his touch. He tested her wetness once again and she nearly came right then.
    “No, you can’t come yet,” he said, sensing her eagerness to
climax. “This was only a warm-up. You have yet to receive your punishment
spanking,” he said, stilling his fingers deep within her cunt.
    Warm-up? There was more? She shuddered to think how much
worse this punishment spanking could get. Damn, she needed to come.
    He helped her off his lap and she whimpered softly in his
arms.
    For a moment, he faltered. “You all right?” he asked in a
gentle voice.
    She nodded and leaned into him, needing to feel his
closeness. He held her tenderly a moment then guided her to his desk.
    In a commanding tone he said, “You’ve been such a bad girl,
and now that your ass has been warmed up properly, it is time for your
punishment.”
    He eased her forward over his desk, careless of his papers
scattered about the surface. She balanced on her elbows as she rested on the
desktop. Her breasts pressed to the desk surface, she held her breath, waiting.
Her ass presented for his spanking pleasure, she felt completely vulnerable and
unable to move away. Eager to answer his commands, she remained still, wanting
nothing more than to please this dominating man. His strength and power made
her shiver with want and her pussy cream in pure sexual anticipation.
    He lifted her skirt once again, but this time he pulled away
the lacy panties covering her moist pink center. She gasped at his touch and
her cunt clenched. Oh please… Touch me, take me. Fuck me and make me yours.
    As the lace fell to her ankles, he instructed sternly, “Step
out of your panties, little girl, and move your feet apart. I want to see that
pussy.”
    Vicki burned for his touch. If he swiped a finger over her
taut clit, she would surely shatter. When her labia gaped open, she groaned.
The air caressed her wet center and she sobbed.
    He moved directly behind her and she shivered in fearful
anticipation. Tears burned her eyes when he commenced more punishment upon her
buttocks. Every few strikes he’d stop and move his palms over her heated
cheeks.
    “Beautiful,” he stated, “Nice and warm. We’re getting there.
Not quite the shade of red I want, but beautiful just the same.” Then he dipped
his fingers into her cunt and she cried with a mixture of delight and
frustration.
    “Very wet. Very good, little one. I’m pleased.” He slowly
removed his fingers.
    Tears ran down her face, and yet she was so turned-on, aflame
for more.
    Then he spread her labia wide and licked the length of her
slit. She shrieked at the pure pleasure of his mouth upon her slick flesh. He
grazed his teeth over her clitoris and then ran his tongue back and forth over
the sensitive surface.
    Oh yes! Yes! “Lick me. Yes…oh yes.” She panted and
her hips moved in rhythm to his tongue’s seductive dance over her clit.
    Too much. Much too much. The climax started without warning
within her core and the spasms erupted and radiated through her body. He licked
at her center, lapping at her honey, and she cried out in ecstasy. Her body
convulsed in a rapturous surrender as she ground her pussy against his