Langley Circle Beginning Ch. 05

Author's note: The following is a work of fiction that contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts and is intended for adults only. All people, places, and events are a product of my imagination and any characters described as engaging in sexual acts are over the age of eighteen.

Thanks for sticking around for this next instalment. This time we catch up with two of our main characters as they indulge in some fun roleplay, which includes a smatter of spanking.

Previously on Langley Circle... Nicky attempted to establish once and for all if she truly did fancy both men and women, dragging fellow student Josh into a storeroom and treating him to an impromptu blowjob to test her theory. The results were fairly conclusive, but in hindsight Nicky questioned whether her methods verged on assault. Meanwhile Beth was offered a commission to write more articles, but after discussing the matter with Dean, was left wondering if she should go it alone and set up the whole blog herself. She tried to tempt Dean into conducting some research for another article, but he declined, reminding her that she had a meeting to attend the next day, in the headmaster's office.

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Season One, Episode Five

According to Dean's watch, the gentle knocking came at exactly three o'clock on Saturday afternoon. It seemed that when Beth was assuming the role of Lizzie the naughty schoolgirl, she was comfortable transgressing a great many rules, but being tardy was somehow unacceptable. He took a deep breath to mask his outward excitement, straightened his posture in the high backed leather chair, and picked up a random piece of paper from the desk; it was ShowTime.

"Come," he said in a loud commanding voice.

The door opened, and his wife spoke hesitantly in a voice pitched very slightly above her normal tone. "You wanted to see me sir?"

Dean recognized it as the same voice she had used the last time they had dallied with the schoolgirl fantasy, and it provoked an immediate reaction. It was still recognizably Beth, but the pitch was a semi-tone or two higher, and she was affecting a subtle lisp on certain letter sounds. It made her sound younger, naive, like when they had first met, and to Dean it was extremely sexy.

He looked up to see Beth's head poking around the door. "Ah Lizzie, yes. Come in, and close the door please." He returned his gaze back to the document in his hand, intent on making her wait, to demonstrate his control and authority.

The door closed with a click, and there came soft shuffling footsteps as she took her place on the rug. He was desperate to get another look at her sexy school uniform, but fought hard to maintain the pretence of being temporarily otherwise occupied. It was not easy; he was buzzing with nervous excitement, and already semi-hard. He counted backwards slowly from ten in his head; with each second that past, the sexual tension in the room steadily increased. Three... Two... One.

"Now Lizzie, I have..." That was when he lifted his eyes and caught sight of the vision standing before him.

It was enough to stun him into silence; he stared slack-jawed. She was wearing the green box pleat skirt again, displaying her fantastic legs, bare from mid-thigh down to an inch above the ankle, where white socks were poking out of smart black shoes with chunky heels. She hadn't worn the shoes before; they were different. In fact, they looked brand new. So, she had done a little shopping had she? Looks like someone might be getting an A for effort. The heels altered her posture, tightening her calf muscles, accentuating her curvy legs, and forcing her chest and bottom out a fraction more. The difference that a pair of shoes could make was quite remarkable, and ball-achingly good.

She had reprised the school tie, and the same tight white blouse clung to her torso, but unless he was very much mistaken, from the way her breasts were filling it out, she wasn't wearing a bra. The pigtails had gone, which was a shame; he had found them so terribly arousing. This time she had pulled back her hair tight, and presumably fixed it in a ponytail, he couldn't quite see. Her face was free from make-up although her cheeks were already coloured with a rosy blush.

She was currently staring at the floor, pouting softly in a way that was deliciously enticing. The overall effect was enough to convert his semi-erection to a zipper-straining, trouser tenting hard-on.

"Sir?" She spoke softly, flicking her eyes up to meet his.

As they made eye contact, his pulse quickened and an aching desire blossomed in his chest. Deep In her glistening emerald eyes, there were a thousand thoughts, feelings, and emotions laid bare for him. Vulnerability, anxiety, shame, desire, excitement, need, and lust were amongst the most apparent, and they all spilled forth in a single second, calling, yearning, reaching for him.

"Er, Yes Lizzie." Still he struggled to assemble his thoughts properly into words.

Everything about her was driving him to distraction. Full pale lips, pouting in nervous anticipation; bare slender arms, fidgeting fingers amidst clasped hands; soft curvy breasts, stretching snow white cotton, straining burdened buttons; and glittering eyes that peered up at him through fluttering lashes, and sent endorphin laced blood carousel ling around his body. She was waiting for him, wanting him, needing him. Beth the loving wife; Lizzie the naughty schoolgirl.

Dean shook his head to clear his thoughts, an action that didn't go unnoticed. She knew the effect she was having on him. Time to assert control.

"Yes Lizzie, I have called you here today to discuss your punishment."

"Yes sir," she said, averting her eyes back to the carpet.

"I see you are still wearing that skirt, even after we established that it was far too short."

"Sorry sir. I have ordered a new one, but it hasn't turned up yet."

"And what of the other garments?"

"Other garments sir?"

He stood, and paced around the desk, which afforded him the opportunity to ogle her sexy attire whilst temporarily avoiding her gaze, which was currently the undoing of his concentration. "Your underwear, Lizzie. The black knickers you were wearing last time were not regulation, that's why I had to... confiscate them." As he passed by her, he noticed the faintest of smirks slip onto her face.

"Oh yes sir, I have new panties now."

A subtle aroma of coconut tantalised his nostrils as he circled around to survey her from the rear. Her skirt flowed gracefully over the curve of her peachy posterior, then it was smooth creamy legs all the way down to her cute ankle socks.

She hadn't actually pulled her hair into a ponytail as he had first thought, but had plaited it into a long single braid, which hung down to the middle of her back. He reached out to touch it, prompting a soft gasp from Beth as his fingers met the dark silky hair. He trailed his fingers languidly up the thick twists to the pink band that sat snuggly at the nape of her neck. He curled them tightly around the braid, brushing the back of her neck as he did so, causing her skin to prickle with Goosebumps. There was a tremendous urge to tug hard, but he fought it down. A low grunt came from his mouth, and he felt her body stiffen in anticipation. He wanted to have her, but he would build the tension a little more first.

"Well, I will need to check."

"Of course sir," she replied, and without hesitation began to bend over.

"Wait," he said abruptly. She needed to understand that he was the one calling the shots. He wanted to keep her off balance. "Approach the desk."

When she hesitated, he slid his hands onto her hips and guided her. He maintained his hold, somewhat unnecessarily, as she shuffled the couple of steps forwards. He moved with her, and when she stopped, his erection softly nudged her backside.

"Mr. Parker, what is that?" Beth asked, a hint of mischief in her voice.

"That is not your concern," he said. He stepped back, and spun her around to face him, with enough force to cause her to stagger. She was breathing fast, and her fingers were trembling as she reached back to grip the desk for support. "Remove your tie and open your blouse. I will check your bra first."

Her eyes twitched to his, her pretty face a mask of apprehension. "Sir, I--"

"Miss Carhill, you may be an adult, but while you are attending my establishment, you will do as you are told!" He fixed her with a stony stare.

She quickly removed the tie, dropping it to the desk, and with shaking fingers fumbled at the ivory coloured buttons. As she undid the last one, he pushed her arms to the sides, and roughly pulled open her top, causing her to gasp sharply.

She was wearing something beneath, but it wasn't a bra, more like a tight crop or tank top. He wasn't sure what the proper name for it was, but recalled having seen women at the gym wearing similar garments. Those were normally brightly coloured with sporty designs, but this one was plain white, and while the gym ones were worn over sports bras, there was definitely no bra beneath this one; Beth's breasts stretched and bulged the smooth material wonderfully. Printed in pale pink, between her boobs, distorted due to the garment probably being designed for women with much smaller chests, was a small unicorn motif.

He reached out a hand, and could sense her edging forward towards him. She wanted to be touched; he could feel it with every fibre of his being. He gently traced the outline of the unicorn, before sliding his hand sideways to cup one of her large breasts. The nipple was rigid against his palm, and she moaned softly as he gently squeezed and caressed her.

Bringing his other hand up, he gently pushed her soft fleshy mounds together, and sighed lustfully as the material between them slackened, causing the creation of an alluring valley of pink and white fabric. He relaxed his hold, and trailed his fingers over her cotton-covered skin. He stroked ever-decreasing circles around both areolas, until reaching their centres, and delicately clasped her nipples through the fabric.

"Naughty Lizzie," he said in a soft vacant whisper.

"Yes sir, very naughty." Her own voice was barely audible. As she spoke, he watched her tense noticeably in anticipation.

He increased the pressure sharply, pinching her proud buds, causing her to throw back her head and gasp loudly.

"Ow. That hurt sir," she said with a whimper.

He had no doubt that it would have caused her mild pain, but she would have enjoyed it too; Dean was well aware of what turned his wife on.

She wasn't the only one who was very aroused; His cock throbbed painfully in his trousers. It was time to move things along.

He stepped back abruptly, prompting her to look at him with an expression of yearning. "Sit on the desk."

Without hesitation this time, Beth pulled herself back onto the wooden desktop, letting her legs dangle, feet a few inches short of the ground. The hem of her skirt was tantalisingly close, and he ached to slip his hand under it and touch her, but instead he took another small step back.

"Show me; lift your skirt."

She grasped the hem and slowly lifted up the green skirt; a small triangle of white cotton came into view.

"Higher."

She complied, and his cock twitched as more of her white knickers became visible. They were modest and plain, and to his surprise, there was another small pale pink unicorn right in the middle of the front panel.

"These need closer examination. Lean back Lizzie."

There was another hesitation, and Dean became impatient; stepping forward, he took hold of her ankles and lifted. Beth widened her eyes, and threw back her arms to arrest the inertia that was causing her to tilt back sharply. As he brought up her ankles, he forced her legs apart, and hooked the heel of each shoe on the edge of the desk, exposing her for his perusal. He bent forward slightly, and could smell the scent of her arousal thick and sweet in his nostrils.

"They match sir. Do you like them?" Beth asked in a small voice.

"Whether I like them or not is irrelevant," Dean said. He reached out and ran his fingers lightly over the front of her knickers, tracing the shape of the unicorn. "But as it happens, I do like them; very much."

Beth's face broke into a beaming smile, but her expression dissolved into one of wanton desire as he trailed is fingers lower, stroking the puffy lips of her labia through the white cotton. "Oh Mr. Parker, this feels naughty."

"You are naughty, Lizzie," he said and continued to slowly rub her through the underwear. He slid his finger further down along the gusset all the way to her back passage, where he gently teased a circle around her cotton-covered anus. Beth gasped and pushed her bottom towards his probing finger. "Your underwear is much more acceptable now Lizzie," he said retracing the route back up over her pussy to the elastic waistband, which he gave a gentle flick.

"Ooo." Beth giggled.

"Okay, stand up," he said, offering a hand to help her.

"Sir?" Beth brought her questioning eyes up to meet his.

"Stand back on the rug Miss Carhill; we now need to discuss your punishment."

"Yes sir." There was sulky frustration in her voice, no doubt, because he was changing tact again; it was all about keeping her on her toes. Dean had to admit, it was a massive power trip, and he loved it.

He turned to face her, she looked even better than before. Her blouse hung open, barely covering the swell of her breasts, and her skirt was askew now. She looked as if she had just been caught having a quickie around the back of the bike sheds.

"Using a mobile phone in class, sending an explicit picture to a member of staff, incorrect style and length of skirt, incorrect underwear--"

"But my underwear is fine now sir," she said with a smile.

"Do not interrupt me Miss Carhill," he said in a stern voice, causing her to shrink back, the smile evaporating from her blushing face. "Incorrect underwear. Now we can add insubordination to the list as well. Taken individually, these would normally be considered minor infractions, and would only incur mild punishment, except perhaps for the explicit photograph, but collectively they become very serious, and leave me with no other choice than to consider suspension or even permanent exclusion."

Beth looked up at him in shock. "But sir, exclusion?"

"I see no suitable alternative Lizzie, but--"

"No please sir," Beth said, before quickly composing herself, continuing more hesitantly. "Sorry for interrupting again, but you can't-- I mean please don't exclude me, I must finish the year to qualify for my degree course."

This was truly a fantastic performance, a perfect balance of compliance and resistance. "I see no alternative Lizzie." Would she lead him to his desired endpoint, without him even having to say it?

"What about detention sir, or extra assignments?" she asked with a touch of desperation.

"Miss Carhill, this goes way beyond detentions."

"Well sir, what about..." Beth appeared to be wrestling internally with something. She was fidgeting and bouncing from foot to foot, which had the fortunate side effect of causing a very attractive amount of breast jiggling.

"If you have something to say Miss Carhill, I would say it now. Unless you can think of a suitable alternative punishment, I will be forced to consider either suspension or exclusion."

"No sir, please, there must be something else?" The hope and pleading was thick in her voice.

"You tell me, Miss Carhill."

"Well you could..." She trailed off, and blushed a beautiful shade of pink, which threatened to make his cock leap out of his trousers. "You could spank me sir," she said, and winced. She was still staring down at the rug, looking as if she wanted the ground to swallow her up.

"You want me to spank you Lizzie?"

"Yes sir. I mean no I don't. No, I mean yes, I think you could spank me instead of suspending me, sir."

"We haven't used corporal punishment at this institution for many years."

"But you could do it sir, couldn't you?"

"Well technically I could, but I am not sure if it would be the right thing to do in this situation."

"Please sir. I promise, it will teach me a lesson." She finally looked up from the carpet, and fixed him with a sizzling look of burning desire.

He leaned on the edge of the desk and studied her for a moment. This was what he'd wanted all along, and now the moment was approaching, His palm was practically tingling in anticipation of making contact with her perfect derriere. For now though, he relished the power to make her wait just a little longer before acquiescing. "I am not sure a few slaps on your undeniably peachy bottom would be enough Miss Carhill," he said, and tried not to laugh at the smirk that dashed across Beth's face.

"It would be a start sir. Mr. Parker, please spank my bottom. I can't get kicked out, I just can't." She dropped to her knees and clasped her hands together in a desperate plea that made Dean want to fuck her right there and then. "Oh please Headmaster sir, please spank me. Don't exclude me sir, I'm begging you, spank me."

There was no way on earth he was going to deny that request, not that he was ever anywhere close to saying no. "Very well Lizzie, bend over my desk, and be quick about it before I change my mind."

He stepped aside, and Beth lunged up from her knees, prostrating herself across the hard wooden surface of his desk, presenting her backside to him. Her skirt rose up exposing the tops of her thighs, as she parted her legs slightly and shuffled her feet getting comfortable.

"Elbows on the desk Miss Carhill."

She bent further forward and rested her slender arms on the desk as directed, causing the gusset of her white knickers to peek below her hemline.

"Skirt up, knickers down Lizzie. And don't make me wait."

"Yes sir," Beth said in a voice that barely masked her obvious excitement, as she reached back to flip up her skirt and wriggle her knickers down to her knees.

Dean's cock twitched in his trousers at the astoundingly erotic sight of Beth bent over his desk, panties at half-mast, waiting for him to spank her. His hand went to his groin, and he nearly unzipped his fly right then with a mind to take her, but his tingling palm reminded him of what he wanted first.

"I'm ready sir." Beth's soft voice brought him out of his reverie.

"Six of the best Lizzie," he said, readying himself at her side. "You will count."

"Yes sir," she said with a slight tremble.

The air seemed to crackle with sexual tension, and there was a moment of complete silence as he gazed down at her curvy bare bottom, choosing his spot. Holding his breath, he brought his hand down and made contact with her left cheek, causing a small wobble and a feeble slapping sound. He didn't really know what he was doing; how much force should he use. He certainly didn't want to hurt her, but using this as a marker, he felt he could definitely go harder.

He delivered a second, firmer blow to the same spot and a rush of excitement surged through him as he was rewarded with a crisp, loud slap sound and a muffled moan from Beth. A small red patch blossomed on her buttock, and he stroked it with curiosity.

"You did not count Lizzie. I shall begin again."

Beth groaned into the desk.

He switched to her other cheek, and this time got a girlish shriek as his palm connected with her skin.

"One sir," she said after a moment's hesitation.

Again, he brought his hand down on the same cheek, producing a flushing crimson spot and another cry from Beth.

"Ow! Two sir," she said panting softly.

His third and fourth slaps were equally rewarding, one on each cheek, and he delivered them in quick succession. His palm was stinging, and the redness on her bottom was growing. She had counted correctly both times, and had gasped raggedly in between blows, breathing through the stinging pain. As he administered his fifth spank, Beth rose onto her toes, yelped loudly and sprawled forward onto the desk.