Free The F#ck It List: The Complete Story by Rae Lynn Blaise

close as he alternates uses the ruler on my tits and my core. I fucking love being a naughty, punished schoolgirl.
    The ruler clatters onto the desk and his whole hand comes down with a harder strike than the others over my cunt and the crevice of my ass. I cry out and raise my pelvis, another orgasm hovering over the edges. My eyes are scrunched shut so tight I see the night sky.
    And suddenly, his cock is sheathed fully inside me. I didn't even know he had pulled his pants down. I cry out, my hands slapping the smooth wood, searching for purchase on the slippery surface. Everything is extra sensitive and it's almost too much. It's too much. Too strong.
    He grabs me by the hips and slams into me again. He hits a deeper spot within me. A spot that's never been touched. Even farther than Scott, though barely. The crook in his dick reaches up and presses against my G-spot.
    With my first orgasm barely over, the second builds fast. He pumps in only a couple more times and that's all it takes for me to cry out and clutch his arms, needing any anchor to keep me from sailing away.
    He pulls out of me with a growl. "Again? I told you. You are not allowed to come without my permission."
    I fight to catch my breath. "Sorry, Professor."
    "That's not good enough. I've tried to be patient with you, but you are a slow learner."
    He yanks me up and forces me to bend down across the desk. I can barely stand so he does most of the work of getting me in position. At this point, I don't care what he does to me, I know whatever it is, I'll enjoy it.
    "I thought I made it clear, you are here at my sufferance. You are here because you want something from me." The ruler comes down on my ass with a smack. "If you want your extra credit, you are to dress and act appropriately. You have to follow the rules." His ruler comes down again.
    "Yes, Professor." My voice is breathless and squeaky from the searing pain on my ass.
    "You seem to have a hard time learning. Instead of working harder on my class, you came dressed with the intent to seduce me and tease me to get a better grade. But when it came time for you to earn your higher grade, you came dressed like a dowdy secretary. And here you are, and I thought you were finally getting it, but you haven't earned an orgasm yet. You took it without permission. Twice."
    "Yes, Professor. Sorry, Professor."
    He continues to spank the skin that still burns and aches from the day before. It hurts, a lot, but somehow it still makes we even wetter. Who am I? How do I like this? Is there something wrong with me?
    When Scott had been rough with me, it had been my favorite part. And now I'm getting spanked across a desk just like what happens in those naughty books I enjoy so much, and it's one of the hottest experiences of my life.
    Is this why sex was so boring with Adam? Because he'd never been rough. He hadn't been too romantic and sweet either, but is this what was missing? A little bit of rough play and pain thrown in? Giving up a little bit of control?
    Or am I just having fun exploring these new sex adventures?
    Either way, I'm definitely making up for all the lost time now.
    Professor Roux's ruler comes down with one final, brutal, spank. It reverberates throughout my entire body, flushing my nerves with heat and desire.
    He kicks my feet farther apart and rubs my aching cheeks. "Have you learned your lesson?"
    "Yes, Professor."
    "Wonderful. You're finally learning. You're finally understanding the rules. That's good."
    His hand darts between my thighs and he pinches my clit. I gasp and moan, opening my legs wider. I can't get them wide enough. He pinches it again. He's trying to drive me completely crazy and it's working. His other hand grabs my side ponytail and he yanks it until my head rises from the desk.
    "Do you have any idea how sexy you are? Bent over my desk, your ass red from a spanking, your little schoolgirl dress bunched around your waist, your soaking wet pussy glistening and begging to be