would you punish a naughty boy who watched his teacher and principle?”
Van thought for a while. “I think this should be dealt with after the
school
day.” His fingers dropped from her breast, and she was instantly disappointed.
“Ms. Farrin and I will decide your punishment tonight. You will both be in my library at eight o’clock.”
“But, sir, what do you have in mind?” Lyle asked.
“Don’t be late, young man, and be prepared for your punishment.”
“Yes, sir.” Lyle gave them a mock salute and turned away. Farrin would have sworn he skipped to the front door and let himself out.
“And you, Miss Farrin, how would you punish the naughty boy in your class?”
“I suppose it depends on just how much he saw you fondling me. And if this is the first time he’s been in trouble.”
“This isn’t his first time.”
“Then I suppose we’ll have to wait until tonight and see if he’s…repentant.”
He laughed aloud. “See you tonight, Librarian Farrin.” He gave her a quick peck on her cheek and left her to close and lock up the condo.
All afternoon her pussy was hot and needy. She kept wondering about their evening. From their cryptic conversation, she assumed a spanking was in order. She just didn’t know who was to give and who would receive. Then it struck her, she’d like to experience both.
She had a light supper and dressed for the evening. She wore a black pencil skirt and a silky man-tailored blouse. Under it, she wore a black satin corset with garters to hold up her black hose. She didn’t slide on the matching panties. She pulled her hair back in a severe twist at the nape of her neck. Farrin put in her contacts but tucked her reading glasses in her purse. Her new, black, four-inch pumps completed her look. She wore no perfume.
The drive over seemed to take forever, and she made a definite decision not to touch her pussy or clit. It didn’t stop her from clenching her thighs, trying to ease the ache.
Arriving a few minutes to eight, Van let her in his home and showed her to a room off the main hallway she’d not seen before. It was a library of sorts, actually his office. The large mahogany desk anchored the center of the room. She noted it was clean except for a wooden ruler. Van offered her a drink, which she sipped until the doorbell rang. She was wandering before the book shelves when the men returned.
“Miss Farrin,” Lyle said, entering with his head slightly bowed. He wore old sneakers, a white tee shirt, and baggy jeans. It was so far from his every day manicured appearance, she almost laughed. Then she remembered the corset she was wearing.
“Lyle,” she acknowledged.
“You’ll wait in the hallway until we decide your punishment.” Van’s tone was very deep and gruff. Lyle turned on his heel and left, leaving the door open behind him.
Van strode across the room to her and turned her in his arms. His kiss was tender at first, and she responded in kind. He took the empty glass from her hand and put it on a shelf. Then he kissed her a second time. It was the kiss of things to come. His hands slid up and down her sides and waist, his hips jutting forward, his erection pressing between her legs. The groan they heard was hers as she moved tighter against Van.
“But, Principle Van, we shouldn’t be doing this. Anyone might see us.” Her tongue ran a line from his lips to his earlobe where she bit lightly. His cock surged against her belly, and he sighed. Van reached to the neckline of her shirt. When she thought he would unbutton it, he grabbed each side and tugged it open, buttons popping as the material gave way. The chill shuddered through her, wetting her pussy further.
“Very nice,” he told her, fingering the strap of her corset. It was all she could do to keep from reaching down and rubbing her clit. Instead, she reached between their bodies and grabbed Van’s erection. He was full and thick, and she automatically dropped to her knees. Careful not to
Van thought for a while. “I think this should be dealt with after the
school
day.” His fingers dropped from her breast, and she was instantly disappointed.
“Ms. Farrin and I will decide your punishment tonight. You will both be in my library at eight o’clock.”
“But, sir, what do you have in mind?” Lyle asked.
“Don’t be late, young man, and be prepared for your punishment.”
“Yes, sir.” Lyle gave them a mock salute and turned away. Farrin would have sworn he skipped to the front door and let himself out.
“And you, Miss Farrin, how would you punish the naughty boy in your class?”
“I suppose it depends on just how much he saw you fondling me. And if this is the first time he’s been in trouble.”
“This isn’t his first time.”
“Then I suppose we’ll have to wait until tonight and see if he’s…repentant.”
He laughed aloud. “See you tonight, Librarian Farrin.” He gave her a quick peck on her cheek and left her to close and lock up the condo.
All afternoon her pussy was hot and needy. She kept wondering about their evening. From their cryptic conversation, she assumed a spanking was in order. She just didn’t know who was to give and who would receive. Then it struck her, she’d like to experience both.
She had a light supper and dressed for the evening. She wore a black pencil skirt and a silky man-tailored blouse. Under it, she wore a black satin corset with garters to hold up her black hose. She didn’t slide on the matching panties. She pulled her hair back in a severe twist at the nape of her neck. Farrin put in her contacts but tucked her reading glasses in her purse. Her new, black, four-inch pumps completed her look. She wore no perfume.
The drive over seemed to take forever, and she made a definite decision not to touch her pussy or clit. It didn’t stop her from clenching her thighs, trying to ease the ache.
Arriving a few minutes to eight, Van let her in his home and showed her to a room off the main hallway she’d not seen before. It was a library of sorts, actually his office. The large mahogany desk anchored the center of the room. She noted it was clean except for a wooden ruler. Van offered her a drink, which she sipped until the doorbell rang. She was wandering before the book shelves when the men returned.
“Miss Farrin,” Lyle said, entering with his head slightly bowed. He wore old sneakers, a white tee shirt, and baggy jeans. It was so far from his every day manicured appearance, she almost laughed. Then she remembered the corset she was wearing.
“Lyle,” she acknowledged.
“You’ll wait in the hallway until we decide your punishment.” Van’s tone was very deep and gruff. Lyle turned on his heel and left, leaving the door open behind him.
Van strode across the room to her and turned her in his arms. His kiss was tender at first, and she responded in kind. He took the empty glass from her hand and put it on a shelf. Then he kissed her a second time. It was the kiss of things to come. His hands slid up and down her sides and waist, his hips jutting forward, his erection pressing between her legs. The groan they heard was hers as she moved tighter against Van.
“But, Principle Van, we shouldn’t be doing this. Anyone might see us.” Her tongue ran a line from his lips to his earlobe where she bit lightly. His cock surged against her belly, and he sighed. Van reached to the neckline of her shirt. When she thought he would unbutton it, he grabbed each side and tugged it open, buttons popping as the material gave way. The chill shuddered through her, wetting her pussy further.
“Very nice,” he told her, fingering the strap of her corset. It was all she could do to keep from reaching down and rubbing her clit. Instead, she reached between their bodies and grabbed Van’s erection. He was full and thick, and she automatically dropped to her knees. Careful not to
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