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  “Dr. Knight, you wanted to meet with me?” she began, her voice seemingly anxious.

  “Yes, Raina. I want to go over your first draft of the exam today. Did you bring a printout of it for me?”

  “No, sir, I didn’t,” she said softly, if not guiltily. Her eyes dropped to the floor and she licked her lips. The moment she did that, he wanted to grab her hips and throw her on the desk, claiming her as his once and for all.

  “You were aware of the deadline I gave you, were you not? The exam is only days away and it needs to be finished as soon as possible.”

  “Yes, sir, I’m sorry. I fell asleep last night and wasn’t able to finish it in time,” she said, wringing her hands. Her eyes flashed to his and if he wasn’t mistaken, showcased just a hint of curiosity. Narrowing his eyes, he was silent for a long moment before coming to a stark realization. She looked away, her face painted with guilt and something more—anticipation. Her behavior indicated that she had missed the deadline on purpose, like a naughty sub who misbehaved because she wanted harder, kinkier play. She was testing him. She wanted to see what he would do. He stared back at her with the sternest expression he could manage. His palm itched to spank her naughty backside. She certainly deserved it.

  Pressing his hands to the desk, he stood up and walked around the large piece of wooden furniture. She didn’t move, yet watched him with wide doe-like eyes from her seated position.

  He leaned back against the desk and stared down at her. The closer he got to her, the wider her eyes became, until at long last she dropped her gaze to the floor. He steeled himself, knowing that it was now or never. He had to know what would happen if he pressed her further, gave her the option to explore her darker desires.

  “Raina, when I give you a deadline, I expect not to be disappointed.”

  “I’m sorry, sir,” she whispered softly, wringing her hands in her lap.

  “I’m going to give you a choice,” he began, pausing as her green eyes lifted to meet his.

  “What do you mean?” she asked breathlessly, her fingers trembling under his scrutiny.

  “I can inform the graduate school of your delinquency and have them find me a new teaching assistant to grade the exam.”

  “Oh, please, Dr. Knight! I need the credit so I can graduate! Please, don’t fire me.”

  “Which brings me to the second option,” he said, his voice dropping an octave.

  “What can I do to make it up to you?” she inquired, pressing her fingers to her chest. Her eyes widened, her pupils dilating just a hair under his inspection.

  “You didn’t make the deadline I gave you, which means you need to be punished. So, in order to make up for your misdeeds, you will take a spanking from me, on your bare bottom. I’ll ensure that you never miss a deadline again, especially mine.”

  The moment the words left his mouth, he knew everything was in her hands. Her face paled as she curled her arms in toward her chest.

  “You can’t be serious,” she said, her voice almost inaudible. Her nipples hardened beneath her shirt and she placed her shaking fingers on trembling knees. He could tell that she was very clearly aroused by his threat of punishment.

  “Take your spanking like a good girl and I’ll forgive you. I won’t inform the graduate school of anything and you will complete the final within two days. Decide. Either take the punishment from me, or look for other options.”

  “Right now? I have to decide now?” she squeaked.

  “No. I want you to come back at six-thirty this evening. Think about what you’ve done and how you want to proceed. If you decide to take the spanking, we’ll get it over with and move on. If you would rather find another teaching position, we will begin the process of filing the paperwork. Now, go home and figure out what you want to do.”

  Her face flushed, she stood and nodded.

  “Thank you, Dr. Knight. I will see you in a few hours,” she said, her voice so faint that he nearly missed it.

  She turned and left his office in an obvious daze and he couldn’t contain a grin at her reaction. He watched as her hands drifted back toward her bottom, almost as though she could deflect his punishing palm from her bare skin. She glanced back quickly, red-faced and nervous, before she ran off like she couldn’t escape his office fast enough.

  He hoped he had made the right decision. Leaning back, he breathed a heavy sigh, adjusting the rod of steel between his legs that seemed to be perpetually hard whenever she was in his presence. Closing his eyes, he imagined her returning and asking him to punish her. His palm itched and his body warmed, his cock stirring as his desire for her intensified. She needed a spanking and he wanted to be the one to give it to her. The next few hours as he waited for her to return were going to be torture.

  Chapter Three

  Raina left Dr. Knight’s office feeling numb with disbelief, yet helplessly aroused. He had said all the right things, been just the type of dominant she’d always dreamed about. She couldn’t help but want more of it. But, he was her boss and she was just a graduate student. He couldn’t really want her, could he?

  Outside in the cold of December, she shivered in the frosty winter air. She followed his directions and went home, yet couldn’t get his confident, stern face out of her mind. Her thighs quivered with need as her arousal dampened her thighs, leaving the seat of her panties ridiculously wet.

  Oh, God, this wasn’t really happening, right?

  For the first time in her life, she was faced with getting a real-life spanking. Not a fantasy, not with sex, but an actual spanking. Just thinking about it caused a shiver to race down her spine. She’d kept her fantasies a secret for so long, and hidden them from all of her boyfriends because it had never felt right to bring them up, but that was before she had met Dr. Eliot Knight. A tall, handsome, hunk of a man, the type of guy she had dreamed of for so long was right there, waiting for her. What would it be like to actually get spanked for the first time?

  Sure, he was her boss, but when would something like this ever happen again? This was her chance to experience a real-life spanking.

  She didn’t really quite know what had prompted her not to finish the final, for her to push his buttons and see what would happen if she did something wrong, but she had never expected this. Given a choice of a spanking or being reported and not getting her credits was really no choice at all. Maybe she had just wanted to see how he’d react, how he would keep his cool, confident demeanor despite her blatant misbehavior. Honestly, she didn’t quite know what she had been thinking.

  Glancing to her Kindle, she remembered all the spanking romance novels she had read, some of her favorites involving a strong, confident man taking his woman in hand. Squeezing her eyes shut, she shook her head in disbelief.

  She couldn’t look for a new teaching position. There were none left and that would mean she’d have to stay another semester just to get the credits she needed to graduate. Sitting down on her bed, she fell back and pressed her head to the pillow.

  She had no choice. Before the day was out, she’d be over Dr. Knight’s knees with her bottom bare and her cheeks reddening under his ginormous palm.

  Her nipples tightened, hard within the confinements of her bra and a pulsating knot of need settled deep in her core. Completely aroused, she trailed her fingers down her stomach to the edges of her dress. Tentatively, she pulled it up just enough to reveal her hips and the panties that covered her swollen pussy. Her clit throbbed and her thumb brushed up against it.

  Unable to help herself, she circled around her needy bud, quickly bringing herself to release faster than ever before. She cried out with her pleasure, shaking with her orgasm. She smiled a little, thinking about what was to happen in a few hours.

  She was going to get spanked.

  Before she knew it, enough time had passed and she needed to return to Dr. Knight’s office. She changed into a pale green bra and matching lacy panties and threw her black dress back on. Pulling on her navy blue pea coat, she was ready to
go. With a deep breath, she made her way back to the university, feeling warm despite the coldness of the season. All around her, remnants of the last snowstorm were melting but she ignored it all, lost in her thoughts of her upcoming spanking.

  It took barely any time to reach his office and she nervously swallowed before lightly tapping on the door.

  “Come in.”

  Hesitantly, she turned the doorknob and swung the door slowly inward. Dr. Knight was sitting on the gray loveseat pushed up against one of the walls of his office. He had his hands in his lap as he looked up expectantly at her, his eyes crinkled slightly with promise. Her pussy clenched at the sight and she felt her wetness trickle down her nether lips. She couldn’t help it. She was so nervous, but so turned on at the same time.

  She closed the door behind her and waited, her heartbeat thudding wildly in her chest.

  “So, Raina, how are we going to handle your disobedience?”

  Taking a deep breath, she willed herself to speak. When her voice eventually met her ears, she heard a nervous, but quite sorrowful girl.

  “I deserve to be spanked, sir. Please punish me as you see fit,” she whispered quietly, shocked at the words coming out of her mouth.

  “Then come here, naughty one. Stand between my thighs.”

  Her eyes widened and almost by instinct, her body began to move toward him. She almost whined out loud when she saw him unbutton the cuffs of his shirt. When he started to roll his sleeves up his forearms, she couldn’t keep her knees from knocking together.

  She was supposed to be getting punished, supposed to be feeling guilty for her behavior, yet she was helplessly and utterly aroused. With a swallow, she hoped he wouldn’t discover how turned on she was and think her a depraved individual who got off on such kinky things. She knew she should stop this, but she didn’t want to. She wanted to get spanked, craved to be taken in hand for the first time in her life.

  His expression stayed dark and powerfully stern as she maneuvered in between his thighs. His knees pressed on either side of her as his hands settled on her hips.

  This was really happening.

  “Raina, I’ve looked into your files and you have an impeccable record. Always meeting every deadline, working hard to turn in an impressive thesis and hardly taking any sick days throughout the entirety of your graduate school career. I want to know why you ignored the deadline I set for you.”

  “Please, I can’t. I just, I… fell asleep the other night and didn’t finish. I was working on it all night, but laid down for a quick nap and before I knew it, it was morning,” she lied. She couldn’t tell him she spent all night here at the university, unable to concentrate and watching dirty videos online instead. He couldn’t know that she had watched spanking films on her laptop while she was at work. He’d think she was crazy.

  “I don’t take kindly to liars, young lady. Now along with the spanking you’ve already earned with my hand, you’re going to get my belt as well.”

  She gasped as he lifted her dress. Gently, he pressed the fabric into her trembling hands before his fingers threaded around the trim of her panties. Chilly air caressed her secret folds as he dragged her underwear down her thighs to her knees, revealing her pussy to his view. She pressed her legs together, hoping he wouldn’t see how wet she already was. His eyes flicked downward to take in her freshly shaven pussy lips and she shuddered with instant need.

  He guided her over his knees and she whimpered with nervousness and rampant desire. Her bottom clenched and tingled, knowing that she was about to get spanked for the first time in her life. Jumping as his fingers trailed across her sensitive skin, she stilled as he paused before beginning to speak again.

  “Now, why are you about to get spanked, little girl?”

  She wasn’t able to speak for a moment, taken aback by how perfectly dominant he was. When she was ready, she heard her voice, timid as it was, begin to break through the silence.

  “Because I ignored a deadline and didn’t finish my work, sir,” she whined, wriggling a little before he steadied her over his lap.

  “That’s right. Now I’m going to punish you for being so naughty.”

  “Oh, God, please, sir,” she cried, feeling his palm leave the safety of her skin. Time seemed to slow until the sound of a loud crack met her ears. It took another second for her to realize that he had actually spanked her. Another pop sounded throughout the room on the opposite cheek and she cried out as the sting finally hit her.

  She was actually getting spanked and it hurt!

  His palm smacked against her naked backside, and it felt both stingy and thuddy at the same time. Every time he spanked her, the pain spread across her bottom, before settling at the apex of her thighs. He caught the bottom curve of her cheeks again and again, until she was writhing over his lap with both pleasure and pain.

  His other hand snaked up her back, before balling into a fist in the hair at the nape of her neck. With a steady pull, he arched her backwards so that she was pressed down against the corded thighs beneath her.

  Quaking with pleasure, she moaned as he spanked her upper thighs. Her hips rolled lewdly toward him, her body taking on a life of its own. He didn’t stop spanking her and even pulled her head back further at her reaction. She tried to press her knees together, but failed as he smacked right in between her cheeks, overtop of her needy, achingly empty pussy.

  Over and over he spanked her there, until she felt like she could take no more. He released her hair and grabbed her hips so that he could rearrange her over his lap. Her legs fell to either side of his thigh, pressing her impossibly wet pussy onto his leg. She squealed before she felt his hand press down directly over her folds, in a mark of ownership she couldn’t ignore. He wouldn’t punish her there, would he?

  “Naughty girls get their pussy spanked,” he said, his voice rough and stern at the same time. She whimpered when his palm left her wet skin, clapping back down solidly back over her vulnerable lips. She cried out at the tantalizing sensation, pain exploding for a split second over her sensitive flesh before quickly morphing into something more, a pleasure that rocked her straight to the core.

  She couldn’t hold back. All at once, her release took over her like a massive wave cresting over a rock. Passion rocked her world, white hot, as she trembled over his knees. Her bottom, swollen, sore, and likely very red, was at the center of her thoughts.

  She felt as though she’d been struck by lightning, her pleasure electric as it raced up and down her limbs. At long last, her desire sputtered to a dull throb. Lying still over his lap, she dared not move, afraid of how he was going to react to what just happened. Her face heated with shame. She’d never be able to be around him ever again.

  He was going to think her some kind of whore, getting off on something like this. She could literally smell her own arousal and knew without a doubt he was going to have a really obvious wet spot on his pants from how turned on she was.

  Tears prickled at the edges of her eyes. She’d ruined everything. She’d been so stupid.

  “Raina?”

  “Please, just let me leave. I won’t come back, I promise,” she cried, unable to hold back her tears. Feeling more vulnerable than she had ever felt in her life, she sobbed with shame. She tried to push herself off his lap, but strong hands prevented her from escaping.

  Almost instantly, he wound his arms around her waist and lifted her, placing her hot bottom on his thighs. She hissed at the pressure on her punished backside from his hard muscles and her breath hitched as she felt her panties fall from her ankles to the floor.

  He grabbed her chin and forced her to meet his eyes.

  “Raina, did you just have an orgasm from getting spanked?”

  Nodding and turning away, she sobbed even harder, unable to respond to his questions.

  Instead of scolding her like she’d expected, his lips crashed into hers. His tongue plundered in between her lips as he claimed her, thoroughly and completely. Moaning, she leaned into hi
m, threading her arms around his neck. His hands raced up her back and twisted into her hair, as he took what he wanted.

  His lips tipped up in a happy smile and he pulled back a little, inches from her lips.

  “I can’t believe how fortunate I am to have found you.”

  Confused, she looked back at him.

  “What do you mean?” she asked.

  “Not many women can handle what just happened between us, Raina. You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. Exactly what I’m looking for. You’re a natural submissive. I love that you just came from a spanking alone.”

  “Really?”

  “Oh, yes. I want so much more of you. Tell me yes, right now and I’ll give you the most pleasurable night of your life.”

  “You don’t think I’m weird? You don’t want me to leave because I acted like such a slut?”

  “No, I don’t want you to leave, naughty one. I want to fuck you senseless, until you’re begging and screaming for mercy.”

  Her pussy clenched at his words and her tears began to dry. He wasn’t going to run for the hills. He wasn’t scared off by her dark and kinky desires. Her bottom, still hot and sore, reminded her of the fact that she had just gotten spanked and had loved every second of it. She didn’t want it to stop, she wanted more, craved to know what else this man wanted to do to her. With a shy grin, she nodded, deciding that she was all in.

  “Yes, sir. Please. Do with me what you want.”

  “So beautiful,” he whispered and she shivered with happiness. Her tears dried and forgotten, she giggled with excitement.