Author's note: The following is a work of fiction that contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts and is intended for adults only. All people, places, and events are a product of my imagination and any characters described as engaging in sexual acts are over the age of eighteen.
Thanks for sticking around for this next instalment. This time we catch up with two of our main characters as they indulge in some fun roleplay, which includes a smatter of spanking.
Previously on Langley Circle... Nicky attempted to establish once and for all if she truly did fancy both men and women, dragging fellow student Josh into a storeroom and treating him to an impromptu blowjob to test her theory. The results were fairly conclusive, but in hindsight Nicky questioned whether her methods verged on assault. Meanwhile Beth was offered a commission to write more articles, but after discussing the matter with Dean, was left wondering if she should go it alone and set up the whole blog herself. She tried to tempt Dean into conducting some research for another article, but he declined, reminding her that she had a meeting to attend the next day, in the headmaster's office.
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Season One, Episode Five
According to Dean's watch, the gentle knocking came at exactly three o'clock on Saturday afternoon. It seemed that when Beth was assuming the role of Lizzie the naughty schoolgirl, she was comfortable transgressing a great many rules, but being tardy was somehow unacceptable. He took a deep breath to mask his outward excitement, straightened his posture in the high backed leather chair, and picked up a random piece of paper from the desk; it was ShowTime.
"Come," he said in a loud commanding voice.
The door opened, and his wife spoke hesitantly in a voice pitched very slightly above her normal tone. "You wanted to see me sir?"
Dean recognized it as the same voice she had used the last time they had dallied with the schoolgirl fantasy, and it provoked an immediate reaction. It was still recognizably Beth, but the pitch was a semi-tone or two higher, and she was affecting a subtle lisp on certain letter sounds. It made her sound younger, naive, like when they had first met, and to Dean it was extremely sexy.
He looked up to see Beth's head poking around the door. "Ah Lizzie, yes. Come in, and close the door please." He returned his gaze back to the document in his hand, intent on making her wait, to demonstrate his control and authority.
The door closed with a click, and there came soft shuffling footsteps as she took her place on the rug. He was desperate to get another look at her sexy school uniform, but fought hard to maintain the pretence of being temporarily otherwise occupied. It was not easy; he was buzzing with nervous excitement, and already semi-hard. He counted backwards slowly from ten in his head; with each second that past, the sexual tension in the room steadily increased. Three... Two... One.
"Now Lizzie, I have..." That was when he lifted his eyes and caught sight of the vision standing before him.
It was enough to stun him into silence; he stared slack-jawed. She was wearing the green box pleat skirt again, displaying her fantastic legs, bare from mid-thigh down to an inch above the ankle, where white socks were poking out of smart black shoes with chunky heels. She hadn't worn the shoes before; they were different. In fact, they looked brand new. So, she had done a little shopping had she? Looks like someone might be getting an A for effort. The heels altered her posture, tightening her calf muscles, accentuating her curvy legs, and forcing her chest and bottom out a fraction more. The difference that a pair of shoes could make was quite remarkable, and ball-achingly good.
She had reprised the school tie, and the same tight white blouse clung to her torso, but unless he was very much mistaken, from the way her breasts were filling it out, she wasn't wearing a bra. The pigtails had gone, which was a shame; he had found them so terribly arousing. This time she had pulled back her hair tight, and presumably fixed it in a ponytail, he couldn't quite see. Her face was free from make-up although her cheeks were already coloured with a rosy blush.
She was currently staring at the floor, pouting softly in a way that was deliciously enticing. The overall effect was enough to convert his semi-erection to a zipper-straining, trouser tenting hard-on.
"Sir?" She spoke softly, flicking her eyes up to meet his.
As they made eye contact, his pulse quickened and an aching desire blossomed in his chest. Deep In her glistening emerald eyes, there were a thousand thoughts, feelings, and emotions laid bare for him. Vulnerability, anxiety, shame, desire, excitement, need, and lust were amongst the most apparent, and they all spilled forth in a single second, calling, yearning, reaching for him.
"Er, Yes Lizzie." Still he struggled to assemble his thoughts properly into words.
Everything about her was driving him to distraction. Full pale lips, pouting in nervous anticipation; bare slender arms, fidgeting fingers amidst clasped hands; soft curvy breasts, stretching snow white cotton, straining burdened buttons; and glittering eyes that peered up at him through fluttering lashes, and sent endorphin laced blood carousel ling around his body. She was waiting for him, wanting him, needing him. Beth the loving wife; Lizzie the naughty schoolgirl.
Dean shook his head to clear his thoughts, an action that didn't go unnoticed. She knew the effect she was having on him. Time to assert control.
"Yes Lizzie, I have called you here today to discuss your punishment."
"Yes sir," she said, averting her eyes back to the carpet.
"I see you are still wearing that skirt, even after we established that it was far too short."
"Sorry sir. I have ordered a new one, but it hasn't turned up yet."
"And what of the other garments?"
"Other garments sir?"
He stood, and paced around the desk, which afforded him the opportunity to ogle her sexy attire whilst temporarily avoiding her gaze, which was currently the undoing of his concentration. "Your underwear, Lizzie. The black knickers you were wearing last time were not regulation, that's why I had to... confiscate them." As he passed by her, he noticed the faintest of smirks slip onto her face.
"Oh yes sir, I have new panties now."
A subtle aroma of coconut tantalised his nostrils as he circled around to survey her from the rear. Her skirt flowed gracefully over the curve of her peachy posterior, then it was smooth creamy legs all the way down to her cute ankle socks.
She hadn't actually pulled her hair into a ponytail as he had first thought, but had plaited it into a long single braid, which hung down to the middle of her back. He reached out to touch it, prompting a soft gasp from Beth as his fingers met the dark silky hair. He trailed his fingers languidly up the thick twists to the pink band that sat snuggly at the nape of her neck. He curled them tightly around the braid, brushing the back of her neck as he did so, causing her skin to prickle with Goosebumps. There was a tremendous urge to tug hard, but he fought it down. A low grunt came from his mouth, and he felt her body stiffen in anticipation. He wanted to have her, but he would build the tension a little more first.
"Well, I will need to check."
"Of course sir," she replied, and without hesitation began to bend over.
"Wait," he said abruptly. She needed to understand that he was the one calling the shots. He wanted to keep her off balance. "Approach the desk."
When she hesitated, he slid his hands onto her hips and guided her. He maintained his hold, somewhat unnecessarily, as she shuffled the couple of steps forwards. He moved with her, and when she stopped, his erection softly nudged her backside.
"Mr. Parker, what is that?" Beth asked, a hint of mischief in her voice.
"That is not your concern," he said. He stepped back, and spun her around to face him, with enough force to cause her to stagger. She was breathing fast, and her fingers were trembling as she reached back to grip the desk for support. "Remove your tie and open your blouse. I will check your bra first."
Her eyes twitched to his, her pretty face a mask of apprehension. "Sir, I--"
"Miss Carhill, you may be an adult, but while you are attending my establishment, you will do as you are told!" He fixed her with a stony stare.
She quickly removed the tie, dropping it to the desk, and with shaking fingers fumbled at the ivory coloured buttons. As she undid the last one, he pushed her arms to the sides, and roughly pulled open her top, causing her to gasp sharply.
She was wearing something beneath, but it wasn't a bra, more like a tight crop or tank top. He wasn't sure what the proper name for it was, but recalled having seen women at the gym wearing similar garments. Those were normally brightly coloured with sporty designs, but this one was plain white, and while the gym ones were worn over sports bras, there was definitely no bra beneath this one; Beth's breasts stretched and bulged the smooth material wonderfully. Printed in pale pink, between her boobs, distorted due to the garment probably being designed for women with much smaller chests, was a small unicorn motif.
He reached out a hand, and could sense her edging forward towards him. She wanted to be touched; he could feel it with every fibre of his being. He gently traced the outline of the unicorn, before sliding his hand sideways to cup one of her large breasts. The nipple was rigid against his palm, and she moaned softly as he gently squeezed and caressed her.
Bringing his other hand up, he gently pushed her soft fleshy mounds together, and sighed lustfully as the material between them slackened, causing the creation of an alluring valley of pink and white fabric. He relaxed his hold, and trailed his fingers over her cotton-covered skin. He stroked ever-decreasing circles around both areolas, until reaching their centres, and delicately clasped her nipples through the fabric.
"Naughty Lizzie," he said in a soft vacant whisper.
"Yes sir, very naughty." Her own voice was barely audible. As she spoke, he watched her tense noticeably in anticipation.
He increased the pressure sharply, pinching her proud buds, causing her to throw back her head and gasp loudly.
"Ow. That hurt sir," she said with a whimper.
He had no doubt that it would have caused her mild pain, but she would have enjoyed it too; Dean was well aware of what turned his wife on.
She wasn't the only one who was very aroused; His cock throbbed painfully in his trousers. It was time to move things along.
He stepped back abruptly, prompting her to look at him with an expression of yearning. "Sit on the desk."
Without hesitation this time, Beth pulled herself back onto the wooden desktop, letting her legs dangle, feet a few inches short of the ground. The hem of her skirt was tantalisingly close, and he ached to slip his hand under it and touch her, but instead he took another small step back.
"Show me; lift your skirt."
She grasped the hem and slowly lifted up the green skirt; a small triangle of white cotton came into view.
"Higher."
