Part II
Or in back of a classroom
How ever you want it lover lover gonna tap that ass soon
�Come on Mr. Richardson, you can�t honestly tell me that you�ve never thought about it. We�re both adults here.�
�Thought about what? And I�m the only adult in this room; your past behavior proves that.�
�Whatever. You can�t tell me that the idea of taking one of the particularly naughty girls, like myself, bending her over your knee, flipping up the skirt and tanning my�. oops, I mean her behind has never crossed your mind,� she said leaning closer and sliding her hand down to his thigh. Mr. Richardson jumped to his feet.
�Miss Reyes, have you lost your mind?! Not only is that against the handbook, that�s against the law!�
�I wouldn�t tell,� she whispered taking a step closer. �You haven�t ever thought about bending me. . . I mean. . . someone over the edge of this desk and fucking my. . . I mean her brains out?�
�Ok Miss Reyes, I am definitely going to inform your mother of your behavior but if you leave right now I won�t mention this conversation at all. . . . to anyone,� he told her.
�See, that�s the problem Mr. Richardson, I don�t want you to inform my mother. I think you should have a seat,� she said pushing him back into his seat and straddling him in the blink of an eye catching him completely off guard.
�Miss Reyes-,� he started in a strangled voice. He was either getting really angry or really aroused. Vanessa couldn�t tell.
�Sssshhh that�s Vanessa, Ms. Reyes is my mom,� she said cutting him off. She pulled off his glasses saying, �There you are. You know you have beautiful eyes.�
�Look Miss�.. Vanessa this is a very compromising position we�re in. If someone walks in�. I�ll be finished and you could be expelled.�
�That�s part of the fun,� she replied huskily as she began trailing kisses around his throat. She had his tie loosened and was working on the buttons to his jacket. All the time she was twisting her hips in circles on his lap. Mr. Richardson was trying to keep his cool. He was trying to hold on to his composure. Her grinding hips were making it hard. . . to remain level headed. He tentatively laid his hands on her hips to push her away.
�That�s it now you�re getting it,� she cooed into his ear pushing his jacket from his shoulders. Then, �If it helps, I�m not a virgin and I am well above the age of consent. I just turned eighteen.�
Mr. Richardson felt torn. He was aroused, painfully so but, there were the rules and codes to uphold. He was the Discipline Officer; he could not fraternize with the students. With every twist and turn of her hips his resolve was slipping.
Vanessa opened his shirt and let out a small gleeful cry. Under a crisp clean white shirt, tie and suit jacket was lean, hard muscle covered in tanned flawless skin. She bent forward and toyed with one perfect nipple with her tongue. That was Mr. Richardson�s undoing. He let out a low groan and held her hips tighter, pulling her closer instead of pushing her away. Vanessa moved on to the other nipple smiling to herself as she did so.
He pulled her face up to meet his and kissed her hungrily, showing her with his tongue what he planned to do to her. He pulled away first.
�Lay across my lap,� he said, his voice deeper and more sensual than she had ever heard it. A shiver ran through her.
�Yes� Mr. Richardson,� she said in a demure voice. �I�ve been a very naughty girl.�
�Yes you have,� he replied sternly. Vanessa situated herself across his lap. She felt tingly all over. She had dreamt about this ever since she first saw Mr. Richardson. Every time she had been hauled into his office for misbehaving she had acted upset but she was only partly so. Sometimes she misbehaved just to be sent to his office. Even if he were yelling at her or lecturing her she could always stare at him, pretending to be listening, as she fantasized about the way she wished things would go.
Mr. Richardson was close to bursting. If he were honest with himself he would admit that this had crossed his mind on many occasions especially, when Vanessa started school there. He probably had more problems with her than any other student since he started teaching. It didn�t help that Vanessa possessed a sensuality that some grown women longed for.
�Flip up your skirt,� he told her.
�Yes Mr. Richardson,� she replied obeying his command immediately. He looked down at her behind clad in hot pink cotton panties. He was mildly surprised; he expected something a little more risqu�.
�I�m going to spank you until your butt matches these panties,� he told her as he caressed her bottom.
�Yes Mr. Richardson,� she whimpered. �I deserve it.�
He smacked her derri�re once which elicited a shriek from Vanessa. He smiled with satisfaction. He continued by spanking her slowly at first then sped up. He alternated between slow and fast, hard and soft to keep her off guard. He�d stop ever now and then to dip a finger in the valley between her legs which kept her squirming in his lap. Pretty soon Vanessa was moaning loudly and writhing around his lap.
�I think that�s enough of that,� he said pulling her panties down a little to get a look at his handy work. Her bottom was a warm pink color. �And since you were so well behaved, you deserve a reward,� he said. Vanessa slipped to her knees next to his chair.
�A reward?� she asked. He took her hand and helped her to her feet.
�Clear off the desk and you�ll see,� he told her.
�Yes Mr. Richardson,� she said anxiously. Vanessa went to her task of clearing off his imposing desk. Mr. Richardson went to lock the door.
�Wimp,� she hissed at him. Mr. Richardson came towards her and smacked her hard across her backside. �OW!� she squealed.
�There will be no back talk or you won�t get the reward,� he warned her.
�Yes, Mr. Richardson.�
Once she had the desk cleared of everything Mr. Richardson gave her, her next instructions. He told her to sit on the end of the desk, with her legs dangling over the edge. Vanessa readily complied.
Mr. Richardson stood at her feet. He leaned forward and started to unbutton her blouse.
�Tsk tsk Vanessa even your blouse isn�t in accordance to the dress code,� he said. Every student wore the same kind of white blouse and all buttons had to be buttoned, in accordance with the student dress code. Vanessa usually popped the first two buttons.
�I know, Mr. Richardson. It just goes to show how naughty I am,� she replied with a pout.
�Is that so? Well I guess I�ll just give you a partial reward then,� he said slowly pulling her blouse down off her arms to reveal a matching bra to the panties. Vanessa�s body could only be described as lush with curves in all the right places. He immediately took note of the bra having a front clasp.
�How convenient,� he said as he fingered the clasp. Vanessa smiled up at him happy that she had pleased him.
Mr. Richardson reached out to touch her and she shivered. He stroked her across her shoulders, down her arms, over her stomach, through the valley between her breasts and over her collarbone. She was feeling his touch all over, even in the soles of her feet. He was touching her everywhere except the one place she really wanted. He placed his hands on her knees and started running them upward hitching up her skirt as he did so. He slowly let his hands glide across the baby soft skin of her thighs. She reached behind her to undo the skirt but he stopped her with a shake of his head.
He pulled her closer and kissed her hard. Mastering her. Dominating her. Showing her with his mouth and tongue who was in charge. She knew even if she started this, he was the one in control. He continued stroking her thigh with his right hand as they kissed brutally. Without her noticing, his hand slid higher toward the warm center between her thighs. He palmed her and slowly began stroking her there making her squirm and whimper.
What was once just a tingling in her blood became an intense throb. She could feel it building and building. Mr. Richardson pulled away leaving his hand as the only part of him touching her. Vanessa didn�t notice. She sat with her back arched slightly, lips parted and her eyes closed tightly as she gripped the edge of the table. With every stroke of his hand her body tightened. Her breath was coming out in burst and puffs. With every stroke of his hand he bought her closer and closer. She could feel it building. In her head she chanted, �Almost there! Almost there!�
Just when she thought she was going to explode and fling herself off the edge of the desk he stopped. Her eyes flew open as he pulled his hand away. She looked at him with a question in her big brown eyes.
�I�m not ready for you to orgasm, yet,� he said. Always so proper, she thought, most guys would have just said �cum�.
�Please, Mr. Richardson. I swear I�ll be good if you do,� she pleaded.
�No! And there will be no back talk,� he said. It was then that she understood what he meant by �partial reward�. She had never heard that tone of voice from him before. It was both stern and sensual. She was partly scared and eager to see what was next. His next words sent a pleasurable spiral down her spine.
�Lay down,� he said.
�Yes Mr. Richardson,� she replied eagerly. She stretched herself across his desk on her back. She could hardly wait for what she hoped would come next.
�Spread eagle, with your arms above your head,� he said. She felt slightly unsure but she obeyed him. He went to the closet on the other side of the office and pulled out four of his best silk ties. He always kept extra ties in his office just in case.
�What are you going to do with those?� she asked fearfully.
�Are you questioning my authority?� he asked impatiently.
�No.�
�No, what?�
�No, Mr. Richardson.�
Mr. Richardson shot her a satisfied smile and set to work. He tied each tie around her wrists and ankles then secured them to the legs of the desk. He left just enough give on her bindings so she could move back and forth on the desk a little.
�There are a few lessons that you need to learn Vanessa and that I plan to teach you.�
