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  ‘Really? Like what?’ James leaned against the door, grinning at her, sensing some kind of game at hand. For some reason, that sly grin pushed the butterflies right out of Alice. This might have started as some sort of ploy on her part, a last half-assed attempt to provoke some interest from her student, but now her palm suddenly itched to wipe that smile from his face.

  ‘Mr Miller, I recall that at the end of our second lesson, I assigned you twenty problems to complete. May I have them?’

  ‘What?’ He was still grinning, but his eyes were a little uncertain as she kept the steel in her voice.

  ‘I take it that you have not completed them then. Any of them.’ Alice shook her head. ‘Mr Miller, I’m quite disappointed. Come to the table.’ James arched an eyebrow at her, but she didn’t blink. ‘Come here, now.’ Still staring at her, he slowly pulled himself off the wall and crossed to her. Looming over her, tall, broad-shouldered, she could smell the sharp scent of soap overlying the thin trace of his sweat. ‘Now bend and take hold of the table edge, Mr Miller.’

  ‘Why?’ he asked her. His grin was gone, and his eyes had a wary mix of suspicion and anticipation.

  ‘I’m afraid you’ve left me no choice, Mr Miller. My earlier benevolence has obviously failed. So now we shall try something more traditional, more strict. Bend over.’ She made the words menacing, but had to fight to keep a nervous smile away. Then, amazingly, he did it. Turning from her, he leaned over and grasped the table edge. Alice stared at him, not quite believing it for a moment. This man, young, attractive, rough, bending at her command… her eyes went down to his ass, round and tight in his dark jeans, and a quiver ran through her. She owed Eve an apology.

  ‘How many problems were you assigned?’

  ‘Twenty, ma’am.’

  Ma’am. Alice savoured the word, watched James’ body tense as he waited in the silence. Time stretched as she let his anticipation build, before she continued. ‘Twenty.’ Drawing back her hand, she hesitated. How hard? Staring at his body, hard and strong, she decided quickly that it was unlikely she could hurt him with a bare hand slap on the backside. It was more likely he would barely feel it. Widening her stance a bit, she wound up and readied herself. ‘You will count to twenty for me then.’ Then she swung, whipping her hand about to catch him on the lower curve of his right cheek.

  The sound was louder than she thought; a sharp crack that echoed in the tiny kitchen. The strike jarred her, made her palm hot, but James barely moved. ‘One,’ he whispered. Her palm might burn, but it was nothing now compared to the sudden fire between her legs.

  ‘Count more loudly, James,’ she ordered and swung again. Harder. This time he moved as her hand struck his other cheek, rocking slightly.

  ‘Two,’ he spoke, voice harsh. Ignoring the sting in her hand, Alice wound up again. ‘Three…Four…Five…’ Alternating from one side of his arse to the other, she struck harder with each slap as he called out the number. On the last five, he barely had time to call out the count, and his ‘Twenty!’ was more of a bellow than a number as she struck him for the last time.

  Done, Alice stared at James leaning over the table panting and watched the trickles of sweat that ran down from his dark hair over the hard lines of his face. Breathing hard herself, Alice’s whole body burned with exertion, lust, and a fierce possessiveness. She leaned forward and wrapped her fingers into the long strands of hair that flowed across his neck, turning his head to her. His eyes were bright with the same hunger she felt.

  ‘Listen carefully to me, Mr Miller. I am your teacher. You will do as I say, do you understand? You will study, do your work, and pass this test. Understand?’ His head moved against her hand in acknowledgment. ‘Good.’ Releasing him, she stepped away and wiped her palm across her breast, fighting for poise. She wanted… wanted… But not yet. Not tonight. She could stay in control.

  But could he? The muscles in his jaw were bunched and twisted as if he were trying to swallow back his need. Alice straightened herself up, made herself iron. ‘Twenty problems, Mr Miller. Go home and do them. Then bring them back here on Thursday.’ His face was dark with frustration, and she could almost hear his body hum with tension. ‘Show up without them, and I’m afraid I’ll have to give up on you. No more lessons. Understand?’

  ‘Yes, ma’am.’ A rasping whisper.

  ‘Thursday then.’ Only after the sound of his car was gone did she let herself relax, sliding down the wall to rest on the cold tiles. Her palms stung, her arm ached, and between her legs a fire burned.

  On Thursday, he showed up with his problems complete. Alice corrected them, savagely drawing a large red X through the wrong answers. Ten wrong. Adding ten more strokes for bad penmanship, that was twenty more strikes, again with her hand, but she made him pull his pants down this time. Each time she struck, she could see the red mark of her palm on that lovely skin, and when she was done he was crimson. Twenty new problems, then, and she told him to come back on Sunday afternoon.

  On Sunday, only six wrong. Alice congratulated him, before taking exception again to his writing, and his attitude. Twenty strikes. In the bright afternoon sun that streamed in through the windows, she made him pull down his pants and bend over her lap so that she could stripe him with the wooden ruler she had bought just for it. As he jerked from its sting, she could feel his cock pressing hard against her thighs. Eve had been right, he was thick, and as the ruler cracked Alice had felt herself growing wet, wondering how it would feel to take that thickness in. She could fill herself up with him, let him stretch her as she wrapped her legs around his waist… The thought made her lose track of her count, and she had to start again. James didn’t argue.

  Ignoring the damp spot he’d left on her skirt, she’d told him to come back on Tuesday. James had to remind her that that was when his test was. ‘Well then. If you pass, I expect I will see you Wednesday to go over the test.’ Alice had made her gaze cool and level as she said it, meeting his burning eyes. After he’d gone, she wondered what would happen if he failed, if he didn’t show up. ‘Little bugger better not take it that literally,’ she growled to herself, rubbing her fingertips across her skirt front. The bonus had become a much less important issue for her.

  Wednesday evening and Alice paced nervously through the house. As the night deepened, she wondered if she should call him, but slapped the impulse down. That wasn’t how this worked. She was the teacher, and he would come to her. Still, when the back door finally rattled, she heaved a sigh of relief and had to work hard to keep from running to it.

  ‘Let’s see.’ Alice held out her hand, frowning slightly at James, barely keeping the excitement she felt from leaking out. James was doing an excellent poker face behind his sulking schoolboy act, and she would live up to it. Finally, he jerked a folded sheet out of his back pocket and handed it to her.

  Alice made a production of it, slowly unfolding the paper and staring silently at it through her glasses. ‘Well, Mr Miller.’ A hot stirring ran between her legs, making them wobbly, but she stayed straight. ‘Adequate. You managed to pass. Well then.’ She reached out her hand and held it in front of him. His act slipped a little as he stared at it in confusion, then reached out to take it. Alice gave him a firm handshake. ‘Congratulations young man. You won’t have to deal with me any more, will you? No more discipline from the old bat, right?’ The look in his eyes had an edge of panic. ‘You’re lucky, really, considering how my palms itch just looking at that C. You would have had an A if you’d only applied yourself. Very lucky, Mr Miller.’

  ‘I suppose…’

  ‘Suppose what?’ She stepped close to him, almost brushing against him, to stare up disapprovingly. ‘Suppose you could have done better?’

  His mouth stretched into that cocksure grin. ‘You really think I could have satisfied you?’

  ‘If you…’ His lips crushed her words into her as he pressed them against hers. Lust washed through her, made her want to wrap her arms around him as his tongue brushed between her
lips, but she pushed him away.

  ‘How dare you, James.’ The words were right, but the shaky eagerness of her voice wasn’t in character. ‘That was very, very bad. You’re going to suffer for it.’ Her hands reached out, grasped the buckle of his belt and yanked it free. He rocked a little then balanced himself as she slipped the thick leather strap from his belt loops. Wrapping it around her hand, she pointed to the table. ‘Take your position, Mr Miller. And take off those clothes.’

  He did as he was told, though he never lost his smile. His body was hard and lean, the skin dark with sun except for the pale band around his groin and over his arse. That smooth white skin pulled her eyes to it, the round swell of his buttocks ripe for punishment, the heavy, jutting thickness of his sex promising a sweet punishing pleasure of its own. When he leaned forward, she couldn’t stop herself from reaching out and sweeping her hand down his back to his bottom. ‘Bad boys get punished, James. Punished badly.’

  The first stroke was light, barely tapping him. The leather belt was wide and flat, and she feared havoc if she swung too hard. Slowly though, her arm drew back, swinging the belt harder. The fourth stroke left a nice red line across both cheeks. By the seventh, both cheeks were flame red. On the eleventh, he groaned as he was struck, breath hissing through clenched teeth.

  ‘Between one and ten more strikes, James. How many do you deserve?’ Alice had spent some time reading up on this sort of thing on the internet, getting ideas.

  ‘Ten more, Ms Smith. I was very bad.’

  ‘Yes, you were. Now count.’ The belt cracked, and Alice ever so carefully edged up its power with each stroke until the last one almost knocked him over. Breathing deep, she stared at the flaming skin of his backside. He’d have marks from this that would last awhile: her marks, and the thought inflamed her more. Lightly, she drew her fingers across the sensitive skin, watching him jerk. ‘Maybe now you’ll remember your manners, James.’ Alice let her hand circle lazily, sending it around his hip to find the rigid heat of his cock. She tapped it lightly, and then circled her fingers around it, liking its weight in her hand. ‘Though sometimes, James, I’ll wonder if you’ll ever learn.’ Her lips brushed his ear as she whispered to him, and she gave his sex a gentle squeeze.

  ‘Not today, ma’am. Not today.’ He moved fast, and Alice barely had time to release him as he twisted towards her, catching hold of her and scooping her up to dump down on kitchen table. Alice sprawled backwards, palms slipping on the wood as he jerked at the skirt, popping buttons free and sending them skittering across the kitchen.

  ‘You are being very bad now, James,’ Alice hissed at him, shifting her hips to help him as he pulled the skirt open, exposing her up to the hips.

  ‘I know. I can’t wait to see what you do to me for this.’ His fingers wrapped around the wet fabric of her panties and Alice felt a blaze of pleasure as they brushed across the lips of her sex. He jerked the silken barrier down her legs and off, then came forward again, his cock brushing her thighs as he pushed close.

  ‘Wait,’ warned Alice, barely able to say the word around the raging desire that demanded her to spread herself wide. Fingers did a clumsy dance as she fished in a shirt pocket for the slick square of plastic hidden there. ‘You need a fucking rubber. What the hell do they teach you university boys?’

  ‘Not enough about fucking.’ He ripped open the plastic and stretched the condom over his cock. ‘But don’t worry, I’ve practiced.’

  Alice felt him, the head of his cock pushing against the lips of her cunt, pressing them aside as it slipped forward. She was wet and ready, but still he had to push in slowly to let her body ease around him. ‘Oh, very, very good Mr Miller,’ she moaned.

  ‘Just… just trying to please, Ms Smith,’ he gasped back.

  ‘Don’t call me that. Call me ma’am.’

  ‘Yes, ma’am.’ Out, and then back in, faster when Alice raised her hips and wrapped her legs around him. Her heels brushed his abused bottom and he flinched, and sped up more. Alice laughed and pushed her calves down, rubbing across his backside, making him growl with pain and pleasure, making him fuck her harder until she felt the pleasure build to a spiking climax that made her sprawl back on the table and gasp out a long release, only dimly aware that James was pressing hard into her, groaning his own climax as his cock jerked in her.

  Later, he apologised about her skirt, and Alice smiled. He was nice, especially for a musician, like Eve had said. Alice told him they could settle that later, and when he left, she kept his belt.

  My Initiation

  by Eva Hore

  My best friend Rita has met a new guy and can’t stop talking about him. Said he was wild and uninhibited. Loved sex and role-playing. At first I thought she was exaggerating but after having met him I knew that all she said had to be true. His name was Marcus and the guy was fucking gorgeous. I must admit I am very envious.

  I was also a bit put out with all the attention she was giving him. We’ve shared an apartment for nearly five years. Both of us are bi-sexual and we’ve always enjoyed each other’s bodies as well as company. Now that she was always seeing Marcus she had no time for me.

  Anyway, I was lying on my bed, and to be honest I was just thinking about Marcus, when Rita startled me at my door. I felt guilty, as though I’d actually done something with him and my face flushed scarlet.

  ‘Staying in tonight are you?’ I asked hopefully, noting she was only wearing skimpy underwear under her half-opened robe.

  ‘No. I’ll be leaving shortly,’ she said.

  ‘So what’s up?’

  ‘Well, I’ve got a proposition to put to you,’ she said, a cheeky smile causing her luscious lips to quiver.

  ‘What do you mean?’ I asked.

  ‘Well, you know how Marcus likes to experiment with different scenarios and stuff?’ she prompted.

  ‘Yeah.’

  ‘Well, I was just wondering… you know… if you’re not doing anything tonight…’ she stammered.

  ‘Yeah,’ my interest was definitely piqued.

  ‘Well, we’ve been trying out this new game…and Marcus has a two way mirror in another room…and like he won’t know you’re there…he won’t be able to see you or anything… and I was just wondering if you’d like to watch us…you know…having sex?’

  ‘You’re kidding?’ I practically choked on the words

  God, would I? Who wouldn’t?

  ‘You don’t have to…it’s just that since I’ve met him…well we haven’t had much time together…I hardly ever see you now…and I don’t know…I just thought you might be interested.’

  ‘You mean, while the two of you are having sex, I’ll be in a room on my own watching?’ I asked, my pussy throbbing at the thought of it.

  ‘Yeah,’ she smiled. ‘It’ll be wild. He won’t know you’re there, but I will. It would really turn me on,’ she said, coming closer to me, so close that I could feel her breath on my neck when she sat down on my bed beside me.

  I hadn’t had good sex for ages. Whenever we felt randy we’d just, you know, get each other off, better than masturbating on your own. Anyway it had been a while because she’d been so busy with Marcus. I wanted to say no, pretend I was going out, but when her hand stole its way up my thigh, the word no fell from my lips. I wanted to go and see what Marcus was really like, you know, buck naked and performing but something inside niggled at me.

  ‘I don’t think so,’ I said. ‘It would be too weird,’ I gasped as her fingers gently pushed my thighs apart.

  ‘No it wouldn’t. You know you’d love to watch. How many times have we talked about it? It’s everyone’s fantasy,’ she continued, her teeth now gently nipping the flesh of my neck.

  ‘Yeah I know. But fantasies are exactly that. Thoughts you keep in your head. This would be different. I don’t think I could do it,’ I said.

  Her lips were brushing over the swell of my breast as she spoke, hardening my nipples.

  ‘Sure you could,’ she insisted. �
�I could show you around his apartment and you could see all his kinky stuff that I’ve been telling you about. What do you say?’ she asked, her fingers roaming inside the crotch of my panties.

  ‘I think you should stay here tonight with me,’ I said, grabbing her hand and holding it in between my thighs where I squeezed tightly.

  She pushed me back down on the bed, dropping the robe off her shoulders before her hand slipped inside my panties. I grabbed her breasts freeing them from her bra. I opened my legs wider allowing her fingers to roam around my lips, while I squeezed her nipples between my fingers, knowing how much she liked it.

  ‘Hmm, I’d say you really like that idea, judging by how wet your pussy is,’ she laughed, beginning to finger me.

  ‘I’ve missed you,’ I said, kissing her mouth. ‘I’ve missed you a lot.’

  Her swaying breast fell into the palm of my hand as I groped for it, enjoying the heaviness, the weight of her flesh.

  ‘Me too,’ she whispered, ‘it’s been too long.’

  Extracting her fingers she smeared my silky juices over my clit, rubbing, as only another woman knows how. I held her hand there, enjoying the sensation and then her mobile phone rang.

  ‘Shit,’ she said.

  ‘Don’t get it,’ I begged, on the verge of coming.

  ‘I have to. It might be Marcus,’ she said, leaving me as she rushed from the room. I quickly pulled off my panties and threw them on the floor, pulling back the hood from my clit I rubbed frantically. I needed an orgasm desperately.

  Coming back into my bedroom with the phone to her ear, she eyed me from the doorway. I knew how much Rita loved to watch me masturbating so I put on a show for her, one I wanted her to remember, rubbing myself, lifting up my arse, begging her to come back and finish her job.

  She came closer to the bed, still talking on the phone and lowered herself to the floor on her knees between my legs. Her face was just inches away from my pussy. I watched her tongue snake out to lick me. My pussy ached for her.