Spare the Rod and Spoil the Child - Part Five little_elfieJuly 16 2011, 22:26:32 UTC
Several moments passed - tense, endless seconds in which it seemed that they had both lost the ability to breathe, let alone speak - before Claude finally broke the silence with an uneasy laugh. The sound, hollow and pitiless, sent sudden chills of apprehension down Agnes's spine. He brushed past her and, for a moment, she thought he was leaving - was there a possibility that she had misjudged his feelings for her?
But no...he reached into the pocket of his suit-jacket and took out a small, silver key, which he then use to lock the auditorium door. Then he turned and, for the first time, she saw the professor's true character emblazoned across his aquiline features - gone was the austere gentleman of only moments ago...here in his place was a fiend, a devil brimming with immorality...
The personification of sin...
He took a step forward, the smirk on his face widening as Agnes instinctively moved away - he really did look like a shark, dark, sleek and toothy, ready to devour her in a single bite...
With a sparkle in his storm-coloured eyes that could only be described as predatory, Claude advanced upon the young woman, shaking his head in exasperation as she continued to back away from him. He sighed and came to an abrupt halt as she moved to the opposite side of the desk, using it as a make-shift barrier between them.
"Now, now Agnes, you started this little game...it would be extremely unsporting of you to back out now, would it not?"
She tossed her head nervously, pressing her back against the wall behind his desk, "But I-"
"Come here..." Claude's nostrils flared - the only outward sign of his frustration at her continuing disobedience. His voice, previously so soft and gentle - so quietly menacing - now crackled and thundered like a sudden lightning-storm as he repeated the command.
"I said...COME HERE!"
Agnes leapt forward as though pushed from behind and came to stand before him, her cat-like eyes boring holes into the faded, linoleum floor beneath her feet.
"That's better," he murmured, reaching out to cup her face with his long hands, "You must learn, my sweet, that silly, little girls who play with fire are liable to get their fingers burned..."
Playing with fire...yes...
Agnes could feel the inferno blazing within them both, ignited by months of slow foreplay...and the flames were spreading, dancing around her body and licking at her skin with each touch...Lord, how she needed him!
Spare the Rod and Spoil the Child - Part Six little_elfieJuly 16 2011, 22:28:43 UTC
Claude pulled away and sat at his desk, a slight smile flickering on his pale face as she immediately followed in his wake, as docile and trusting as a newborn foal. She hovered around his chair, uncertainty evident in every small gesture and fleeting expression, until, without warning, his slender fingers encircled her wrists again as he dragged her down onto his lap.
As predicted, her first instinct was to fight and she did not shy from that primal urge. She struggled valiantly, lashing out with tooth, nail and all the ingrained ferocity of her Romani ancestors, but Claude was stronger than his wiry frame suggested and held her down with apparent ease. Her efforts soon died away and her shoulders began to quiver as the professor ran his hands over her back and arse. He smiled and closed his eyes, quietly drinking in her scent.
Fear and arousal, an intoxicating combination...
After an agonizing pause, his fingers hooked around the hem of her plaid skirt and, without further hesitation, he tugged the flimsy material up and pushed her black panties down around her ankles , revealing the round cheeks of her gloriously firm arse. Claude's cock throbbed at the sight of the newly exposed flesh and, with a tiny gasp of comprehension, Agnes shifted on the professor's lap, her sudden movement eliciting a low grunt from between his parted lips.
She could feel him growing and a mischievous smile crept onto her beautiful face as she began to test the waters, squirming and grinding against the answering hardness beneath her. Claude growled and brought his hand down hard on the oscillating globes of her backside, his manhood twitching as the resounding 'thwack' echoed around the room. Agnes yelped and redoubled her efforts to escape but, tangling his fingers in her dark tresses, he yanked her head back and hissed in her ear, "As much as I would love to hear you scream, my dear, you must remember where we are...now, I suggest you bite that pretty tongue of yours and take your punishment like a good, little girl..."
With that, he released his grip on her hair and raised his hand to deliver another stinging blow. As his palm connected with her tender flesh over and over again, Agnes gnawed at her lower lip furiously, tears of humiliation and pain streaming freely down her face.
However, despite the initial negative feelings this treatment stirred up within her, the young woman was surprised to find herself aroused by the violent blows the professor administered to her backside...the abused skin was now warm and pink and her clitoris tingled maddeningly with each strike, sending sticky juices seeping down her inner thigh...
She squirmed and panted, trying to rub her increasingly wet cunt against Claude's erection in an attempt to catch his attention. It worked...he reached between her legs and brushed the tip of his finger against her pussy, smirking as she moaned and tried to push back onto the digit.
"No...not yet..." he murmured, tapping her on the backside in gentle reprimand, "Get up...bend over the desk."
Spare the Rod and Spoil the Child - Part Seven little_elfieJuly 16 2011, 22:29:20 UTC
Agnes's legs felt like jelly as she slid from his lap and pressed herself against the desk, her arse high in the air. Meanwhile, Claude rummaged in one of his many drawers, muttering to himself as he searched for the special appliance he kept for just such an occasion...ah, those long afternoons of wishful thinking, of dreaming of the day that she would be his...
He grinned as his fingers curled around the end of the bamboo cane...
Agnes shifted impatiently as he paced behind her, his eyes flickering across her perky, little backside, now striped with crimson welts and vivid hand prints.
He took a deep breath, his aching manhood weeping profusely as she sighed and wriggled, "Spread your legs."
"Pardon?"
"Just do as I say."
She braced herself against the desk as, with one deft, underarm flick from the professor, the cane swished towards her. The tip of it caught her engorged clit and blinding sparks of white-hot fire burst behind her eyelids. She let out a strangled cry before collapsing onto the desk, waves of mingled agony and ecstasy rippling through her body.
"That's it..." Claude's voice, low and husky with desire, wavered in the air like smoke, "Good girl...such a good girl..."
When Agnes regained her composure she realised that he was behind her, the tip of his leaking cock pressing against her slick opening as he reached around to caress her heaving breasts. She shifted and struggled - whether meaning to push back onto him or pull away, neither she nor Claude were sure - but he held her down roughly and began to press into her tight, hot pussy with slow deliberation. She moaned and arched against him but, when he was almost buried to the hilt in her warm flesh, he pulled out completely with a cruel chuckle, leaving her whimpering for more.
"Please...please...don't stop..."
Her pleas were too much for him and, with a guttural cry, Claude drove his cock deep into her core - he fucked her without mercy, slamming her upper body into the edge of the desk with each pump of his sharp hips. Agnes clawed at the smooth surface before her as he rode her hard and fast - he was tugging at her hair, reining her in as his thrusts quickened and he bit into the soft skin between her taut shoulder blades.
She yowled like a wild cat as she came, her pussy clenching around his shaft, "Oh, yes! Yes, Claude!"
"Agnes!" he hissed and pulled out, shooting a thick jet of spunk across her backside, "My Agnes..."
Without warning, his knees buckled and he collapsed, dragging her down onto the floor with him. They lay together in a tangle of damp limbs, panting and shuddering as the aftershocks overwhelmed their exhausted bodies.
More than ten minutes had passed before either of them could muster the strength to move. Agnes stirred against weakly, her green eyes shimmering with tears of pleasure as Claude pressed a tender kiss to the corner of her jaw.
"Well, Mademoiselle Guybertaut...what have you learned today?"
He nibbled at her ear as she reached up to run her fingers through his sweat-dampened hair, an impish smile tugging at the corner of her full lips.
Re: Spare the Rod and Spoil the Child - Part Seven afterandalasiaJuly 16 2011, 23:01:20 UTC
Oh dear sweet goodness this was hot. I mean, like, wow hot, even if these two aren't already. This prompt sort of came out of nowhere for me but I think I might have discovered some new kinks through it, good gracious. Your descriptions are graphic and vivid, and your characterisation is wonderful. The lust/hate of this is just perfect, as well. Oh, lord. Favourite fill ever.
But no...he reached into the pocket of his suit-jacket and took out a small, silver key, which he then use to lock the auditorium door. Then he turned and, for the first time, she saw the professor's true character emblazoned across his aquiline features - gone was the austere gentleman of only moments ago...here in his place was a fiend, a devil brimming with immorality...
The personification of sin...
He took a step forward, the smirk on his face widening as Agnes instinctively moved away - he really did look like a shark, dark, sleek and toothy, ready to devour her in a single bite...
With a sparkle in his storm-coloured eyes that could only be described as predatory, Claude advanced upon the young woman, shaking his head in exasperation as she continued to back away from him. He sighed and came to an abrupt halt as she moved to the opposite side of the desk, using it as a make-shift barrier between them.
"Now, now Agnes, you started this little game...it would be extremely unsporting of you to back out now, would it not?"
She tossed her head nervously, pressing her back against the wall behind his desk, "But I-"
"Come here..." Claude's nostrils flared - the only outward sign of his frustration at her continuing disobedience. His voice, previously so soft and gentle - so quietly menacing - now crackled and thundered like a sudden lightning-storm as he repeated the command.
"I said...COME HERE!"
Agnes leapt forward as though pushed from behind and came to stand before him, her cat-like eyes boring holes into the faded, linoleum floor beneath her feet.
"That's better," he murmured, reaching out to cup her face with his long hands, "You must learn, my sweet, that silly, little girls who play with fire are liable to get their fingers burned..."
Playing with fire...yes...
Agnes could feel the inferno blazing within them both, ignited by months of slow foreplay...and the flames were spreading, dancing around her body and licking at her skin with each touch...Lord, how she needed him!
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As predicted, her first instinct was to fight and she did not shy from that primal urge. She struggled valiantly, lashing out with tooth, nail and all the ingrained ferocity of her Romani ancestors, but Claude was stronger than his wiry frame suggested and held her down with apparent ease. Her efforts soon died away and her shoulders began to quiver as the professor ran his hands over her back and arse. He smiled and closed his eyes, quietly drinking in her scent.
Fear and arousal, an intoxicating combination...
After an agonizing pause, his fingers hooked around the hem of her plaid skirt and, without further hesitation, he tugged the flimsy material up and pushed her black panties down around her ankles , revealing the round cheeks of her gloriously firm arse. Claude's cock throbbed at the sight of the newly exposed flesh and, with a tiny gasp of comprehension, Agnes shifted on the professor's lap, her sudden movement eliciting a low grunt from between his parted lips.
She could feel him growing and a mischievous smile crept onto her beautiful face as she began to test the waters, squirming and grinding against the answering hardness beneath her. Claude growled and brought his hand down hard on the oscillating globes of her backside, his manhood twitching as the resounding 'thwack' echoed around the room. Agnes yelped and redoubled her efforts to escape but, tangling his fingers in her dark tresses, he yanked her head back and hissed in her ear, "As much as I would love to hear you scream, my dear, you must remember where we are...now, I suggest you bite that pretty tongue of yours and take your punishment like a good, little girl..."
With that, he released his grip on her hair and raised his hand to deliver another stinging blow. As his palm connected with her tender flesh over and over again, Agnes gnawed at her lower lip furiously, tears of humiliation and pain streaming freely down her face.
However, despite the initial negative feelings this treatment stirred up within her, the young woman was surprised to find herself aroused by the violent blows the professor administered to her backside...the abused skin was now warm and pink and her clitoris tingled maddeningly with each strike, sending sticky juices seeping down her inner thigh...
She squirmed and panted, trying to rub her increasingly wet cunt against Claude's erection in an attempt to catch his attention. It worked...he reached between her legs and brushed the tip of his finger against her pussy, smirking as she moaned and tried to push back onto the digit.
"No...not yet..." he murmured, tapping her on the backside in gentle reprimand, "Get up...bend over the desk."
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He grinned as his fingers curled around the end of the bamboo cane...
Agnes shifted impatiently as he paced behind her, his eyes flickering across her perky, little backside, now striped with crimson welts and vivid hand prints.
He took a deep breath, his aching manhood weeping profusely as she sighed and wriggled, "Spread your legs."
"Pardon?"
"Just do as I say."
She braced herself against the desk as, with one deft, underarm flick from the professor, the cane swished towards her. The tip of it caught her engorged clit and blinding sparks of white-hot fire burst behind her eyelids. She let out a strangled cry before collapsing onto the desk, waves of mingled agony and ecstasy rippling through her body.
"That's it..." Claude's voice, low and husky with desire, wavered in the air like smoke, "Good girl...such a good girl..."
When Agnes regained her composure she realised that he was behind her, the tip of his leaking cock pressing against her slick opening as he reached around to caress her heaving breasts. She shifted and struggled - whether meaning to push back onto him or pull away, neither she nor Claude were sure - but he held her down roughly and began to press into her tight, hot pussy with slow deliberation. She moaned and arched against him but, when he was almost buried to the hilt in her warm flesh, he pulled out completely with a cruel chuckle, leaving her whimpering for more.
"Please...please...don't stop..."
Her pleas were too much for him and, with a guttural cry, Claude drove his cock deep into her core - he fucked her without mercy, slamming her upper body into the edge of the desk with each pump of his sharp hips. Agnes clawed at the smooth surface before her as he rode her hard and fast - he was tugging at her hair, reining her in as his thrusts quickened and he bit into the soft skin between her taut shoulder blades.
She yowled like a wild cat as she came, her pussy clenching around his shaft, "Oh, yes! Yes, Claude!"
"Agnes!" he hissed and pulled out, shooting a thick jet of spunk across her backside, "My Agnes..."
Without warning, his knees buckled and he collapsed, dragging her down onto the floor with him. They lay together in a tangle of damp limbs, panting and shuddering as the aftershocks overwhelmed their exhausted bodies.
More than ten minutes had passed before either of them could muster the strength to move. Agnes stirred against weakly, her green eyes shimmering with tears of pleasure as Claude pressed a tender kiss to the corner of her jaw.
"Well, Mademoiselle Guybertaut...what have you learned today?"
He nibbled at her ear as she reached up to run her fingers through his sweat-dampened hair, an impish smile tugging at the corner of her full lips.
"Punctuality...it's overrated."
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