Continuing more, I'd like to thank my volunteer editor, adelante39, for her assistance. Aside from some glaring mistakes, she helped me breathe some life into the story as well as providing some direction for where it goes next, if it does.
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Behind the closed door of the office, Sonia was feeling trapped, but trapped by the man to whom she would give herself in an instant. If she thought of her plan in phases, this would be about number four.
For his part, Dave put on his game face, but he was anxious about how this would play out. It was an all or nothing plan. Vanessa's admonition haunted him, pressing him into a realm that he was uncomfortable with, but also fortified him with a steely arousal.
"Miss Chase, you can't be bending over like that in my classroom. First, it is unladylike. Second, you wear that skirt impossibly short. I am sure it is not regulation length. And third, your underwear is very provocative. Finally, you are creating too much distraction with the male students. If you expect to succeed here, you are going to have to take this much more seriously."
"But, Mr. Hunter..."
"No buts, Miss Chase."
It's all about her butt.
"But, Mr. Hunter..." The purr was breaking him down. "Please understand...I don't do that for those boys."
"MISS CHASE! No more justifying. Come to my desk."
As she walked over, her skirt swayed slightly. She knew just what she was doing. Mr. Hunter had been the focus of her attention for the whole semester. She had amped up her inner kitten and her hastily conceived plan was bearing towards success.
She was careful to slowly shorten her skirt over the semester and recalled the delight she felt when she found the white fishnet stockings and the panties in a tartan to match her skirt. Slowly, fewer buttons were done up on her blouse, her cleavage framed by the loosely knotted tie. A little extra blush, redder lipstick, darker eyes...all part of her plan.
My god, that girl drives me crazy.
"Miss Chase, you need to understand that this kind of behaviour can't be tolerated. Bend over the desk."
"But, Mr. Hunter..." she complained, as a smile flickered across her mouth.
The tingles are spreading all over me. He's actually gonna do it. Oh my god... I didn't even imagine this the first time I saw him.
"Miss Chase. Your behaviour in my class is not acceptable. I am authorized to correct this by whatever means necessary. Do you understand?" Mr. Hunter the teacher was annoyed with her but Dave the man was playing a role with her, hoping he was right about his observations.
"Yes...sir."
"Now. Stay still."
"Yes, Mr. Hunter."
His hand came down against her trembling ass but slipped against her skirt. And again, but it hardly felt like anything.
This is kind of disappointing.
"Miss Chase. This is not working. I need you to adjust your skirt for me."
"But, Mr. Hunter!"
This might just really happen.
"No buts, Miss Chase."
There's that butt again.
"Lift your skirt."
Slowly, deliberately, seductively, she reached down, long past the bottom of the skirt, her hands caressing her stockinged thighs as she moved them up to catch the hem. She gripped the hem with only her thumb and forefinger on each hand and pulled it up with her palms flat against her ample cheeks.
This girl is enjoying this. I'm enjoying this.
His hand came down with a satisfying crack. Sonia gasped as the tingles spread from her cheeks to her pussy. Again, came the crack, right across her ass cleavage. The tingles built as she involuntarily wiggled.
