16. Callie
Callie
The squeak I let out was embarrassing but the sternness that had entered Luke’s voice made my entire body jolt.
He wasn’t actually going to spank me in my classroom, surely.
He was just trying to scare me straight.
He could’ve had his own version of Scared Straight, one where he just used his Daddy voice on people to get them in line.
I could already see the show’s marketing picture with Luke standing tall with his arms crossed and a scowl on his handsome face.
“Are you serious right now?” He stood up and walked around the desk to stand over me. “That’s a second spanking.”
I scoffed. “No! No, it’s not. There’s not going to be any spanking. Right?”
The slow smile that stretched his lips promised trouble for me. He lifted a single eyebrow and crossed his arms. “Stand up, Cupcake.”
Even as my brain laughed off the idea of him actually spanking me my body followed his orders like a perfect little soldier.
I stood up so fast that my head spun and before I could stabilize myself Luke had be turned around and bent over my desk.
Gasping, I braced my hands under my chest and was about to push myself up when Luke’s hands slid under my skirt.
He was serious. A wild, inappropriate heat went through me and my arms went limp under me.
“That’s a good girl.” He gripped the sides of my panties and slowly pulled them down my thighs. “These are mine now.”
My breathing grew ragged as every part of my body became so sensitive that even the brush of his hand against the back of my knee felt like he’d stroked my clit.
I stretched my arms around in front of me and gripped the other side of my desk.
I could feel paper being crumbled and ruined beneath me but I couldn’t care.
He’d wanted my attention and he’d gotten it. He was the only thing on my mind.
Luke’s fingertips light up the backs of my legs as he slowly dragged my skirt up to expose my bare ass.
“Each time you stop listening to me while I’m here helping you, I’m going to spank you.
Hard. Hard enough to make you think twice about chasing whatever thought pops into your head.
The door’s unlocked, sweetheart. Any moment, someone could walk in and see you like this.
Bent over your desk and bare, trembling with anticipation.
If you don’t want this to happen again, you’ll learn quickly. ”
“Y-you can block the door.” I looked desperately at the wedge. The idea of someone walking in on me getting spanked was mortifying. Even as I said the words, though, my core wept over the potential humiliation. “Oh, god, I think I’m broken.”
“I think you like the idea of getting caught like this. You liked us fucking you on the grass by the lake, too. I think my little teacher has a few kinks we’ll have to explore.
For now, though, this isn’t about pleasure.
You know what will happen if someone walks in on us.
” He stroked his hand over my ass and made a pained sound before clearing his throat. “Not about pleasure.”
There was so much I wanted to say but I didn’t get a chance.
The sound of his slap struck me first. The loud crack was like a gun going off.
Half a beat later, though, the pain hit and I forgot about the sound.
Hot. That was my first thought. My ass cheek had never been hotter.
It stung like crazy and the urge to reach back and cover my ass was as strong as any I’d ever felt.
“Fuck.” Luke’s breathing was as ragged as mine as he yanked me up and spun me around.
We locked eyes for a split second and then went at each other.
There was no other way to describe it. He grabbed my hair and fisted it as I did the same with his shirt.
Our teeth even knocked together from the neediness of it.
He pushed me back and gripped my thighs to put me on the desk, then wedged himself between them.
His mouth never left mine. It was chaos, so desperate that it felt surreal.
I stroked my tongue over his and gripped his hair in my fists, holding him so tightly that it had to hurt.
Just like my ass burned even hotter once I was sitting on it.
Luke’s hands were everywhere; they held my neck and curved around my breasts before gripping my hips and doing it all over again.
He kissed down to my throat and licked me before biting hard enough for it to sting.
The moan I let out was pornographic and his responding growl said all I needed to know about Luke.
He liked hearing my pleasure. His hands grew firmer with the sound, his touch even more desperate.
It was in between his lips caressing my throat and his hand sliding up my thigh that I heard it.
The familiar jangling of keys that announced Karla’s presence like a rumbling before an avalanche pierced my consciousness and I shoved Luke away hard enough that he stumbled backwards with a hurt look on his face.
“Karla. She’s coming.” I wiped my mouth and shoved my skirt back down. “Go, go, go! Get on your side of the desk.”
He went back to his seat and pulled a notebook over his prominent erection. “Nothing I can do about this, Cupcake.”
Karla burst into my room, already insulting me before her eyes ever landed on me. “You left papers on the printer again, Miss Morgan. How many times do I have to tell you that this isn’t your home?”
“And it’s gone. Just like that.” Luke dropped the notebook back on my desk and sighed.
Karla looked up at the sound and her scowl deepened. “Am I interrupting something? Do I need to inform Principal Darren about how you’re entertaining men after hours in your classroom?”
“Are you out of your mind?” Thank god Luke’s erection had gone down because he jumped to his feet so fast it would’ve nearly knocked Karla out.
“I’m one of her students’ fathers and I’m here about the play.
The level of unprofessionalism it took for you to step into her classroom and accuse her of what?
Being a fucking prostitute? Do I need to inform Darren about how you’re conducting yourself in front of a parent? ”
Karla’s face turned a painful looking shade of red.
She looked like she wanted to scream at Luke and actually lose it on him but she just stomped her foot and stormed out instead.
It was the first time I’d seen anyone annihilate her so thoroughly that she had to run away.
I wanted to cheer but my heart was still pounding over the fact that we’d almost got caught.
Luke walked over and closed the door before turning back to me with a smirk on his talented lips. “Well, that was fun. Want to move this somewhere more private?”
Karla interrupting us had sobered me up.
Everything suddenly felt wrong and I was so overstimulated that my skin felt like it’d boil right off.
“This is wrong. I shouldn’t have… I’m sorry.
I can’t. I could lose my job and I have responsibilities.
I could’ve just thrown away Oliver’s security because I can’t control myself. I… I have to go. I’m so sorry, Luke.”
I clumsily grabbed my stuff and rushed out of there before I could melt in front of him in a pile of humiliated goo. I was already peeling out of the parking lot when I glanced in the rearview mirror and saw Luke jogging out of the school.