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Moore, your infraction was so egregious that you will need multiple punishments, one of which may or may not be a spanking, depending on how I feel.” His voice dropped to a mere breath of sound. “So stop directing. Stop questioning. And simply do what I tell you.”
    “Yes, Principal Hutton.” There was definitely something to be said for giving up her control. She was nothing more than a mass of nerve endings begging for his attention.
    The exquisite torture continued, her spine, her bottom, the backs of her thighs, up along the inner thigh, then the feathery softness between her legs. Charlotte barely trapped the moan inside. Then he trailed the waistline of her thong, following it around to the front until he stood before her.
    “I’m told it’s called a feather teaser,” he said, his head bent as he swished it—three feathers on a wooden stem—across her mound. “Your breasts are definitely a temptation. I don’t know how I can concentrate on your punishment.” He raised just his eyes. “Perhaps they need their very own punishment.”
    Yes, yes, please . But Charlotte didn’t beg.
    The feathers teased their way up to the swell of her breasts above the bra’s demicup. “What a blessing your breasts are, Miss Moore,” he murmured. “I had no idea.”
    He surely had, since she wasn’t one to button all the way to the top, but she loved the way he talked, the words a stroke as exquisite as the feathers. She would remember everything for her clients, how each mini-event in the evening affected her, the physical sensations, the emotional tidbits.
    With a flick of his wrist, the front clasp of the bra snapped open. Instead of pushing aside the cups, he tickled the feathers beneath the lace. Her nipples peaked. This time, Charlotte allowed herself the moan.
    “That sounds like you’re enjoying your punishment, Miss Moore.” His eyes suddenly gleamed with evil intent and he pinched her. Hard. Electric jolts shot straight to her center.
    God. This was what she’d counseled couples on when their love lives had gone stale. Make each caress unique. Savor one individual touch at a time. Don’t rush. Role play. Drive your partner crazy. The principal was certainly using every technique in the manual.
    He pinched her other nipple, stroked the feathers back and forth between her legs. It didn’t matter that she wore the thong; he pushed her to the edge. Her limbs trembled, her belly quivered, her breath panted from her lungs. She didn’t realize she’d closed her eyes until he was suddenly flush against her body, the hard imprint of his cock on her belly.
    “What was your infraction, Miss Moore?” Harsh demand laced his voice.
    What had she said or done the other day to make him angry? She couldn’t remember. With the state he had her in, she wasn’t thinking clearly. But she’d do it again, whatever it was, if this was what he gave.
    “Begins with a C ,” he prompted.
    Oh yeah. Now she remembered. “Cocksucker,” she whispered.
    “Indeed.” He smiled like the devil himself. “You shall have your wish.”
    * * *
    “BUT FIRST, MY DEAR MISS MOORE, I HAVE SOMETHING ELSE planned for you.”
    Lance could feel her full-body quiver beneath the feathers he swished back and forth across the swell of her breasts and her tempting nipples. He thought of the woman in the sex shop and her suggestions. Nipple clamps? No, not for Charlotte; he couldn’t risk damaging her. And he certainly didn’t want to share his domination of her. He had her right where he wanted her, the tantalizing scent of her arousal rising, mesmerizing him, keeping him as close to the edge as she was. He shifted slightly, rubbing the hard ridge of his cock against her belly.
    “Close your eyes,” he told her.
    “Yes, Principal Hutton,” she purred sweetly, and closed her lids, hiding the almost feverish glow of her emerald green irises.
    He circled her again, trailing the feather, giving the crease of her ass one last tease before