Teacher's Pet Ch. 02

He groaned again and forced his hands to his sides for a moment, knowing he was far too close to a climax for safety and he didn't want to cum quickly. He took several deep breaths to try and relax all his muscles. It was a hard struggle of mind over matter but eventually he felt he had his arousal under control enough to actually get some pleasure from the act and not just a release.

Slowly he began to stroke with just his right hand from the base all the way up and over the dusky tip, spreading out the moisture that was already leaking from him. He sighed as he repeated this motion over and over, remembering how good it felt several weeks ago to be over Cindy's lap, his erection caught between her smooth thighs as she spanked and scolded him for not getting an A on his mid-term and then how she taunted him for getting excited. His hand moved faster and faster, grasping his tool more tightly and pleasuring himself with swift, firm strokes, recreating the sensation of his long, hard cock humping her lap. His hips began to move in time with his hand opposing each push and pull and he could feel that familiar tightening just behind his balls, like a spring being wound up. Then, like a spring that's been wound too tight, the energy released rapidly.

Ron's body convulsed as his climax began deep in his balls, rapidly pushing jet after jet of milky semen through his fat, rigid cock. He clenched his teeth and groaned loudly as his hips jerked and his hand continued to piston around his shaft, feeling it jerk under his fingers while his belly was inundated with puddles of cum with streaks of it reaching upward to his chest. When the orgasmic spasms finally stopped, he took a few deep breaths to try to calm the quivers that still invaded his muscles and handtowel from the nightstand to wipe up the mess. Turning onto his side, he took several more deep breaths and finally fell asleep.

The day after Christmas Ron woke early in the morning and wasn't sure why. The previous two days of celebration had kept him from catching up on the sleep he desperately craved and now it appeared that his body wasn't going to let him sleep either. He rolled over listening closely for any clues as to what had broken his slumber but couldn't find anything external. The room was cool but he was snug and warm under the covers. A few faint bird songs could be heard outside his window but they were nothing compared to what he usually heard in his apartment at school.

As he shifted positions in the bed he could feel his cock was long and hard but that wasn't unusual. Like most guys, he often awoke to a morning erection, especially when he woke up early. He tried to avoid 8:00am classes as much as possible, not so he could sleep in but so he wouldn't have to take the extra time before class to deal with the 'morning wood' problem. He thought about it now, deciding if he should take care of it or just let it 'deflate' on its own. Then memories of catching Melissa under the mistletoe the night before invaded his brain followed by wishes of finding Cindy in a similar position and he knew that ignoring the problem wasn't going to be an effective way of dealing with it. However, he did make fairly quick work of the task, not really taking a lot of time and paying far more attention to his fantasies than to the sensations in his body.

It wasn't until after dinner that he finally took care of the one thing he'd been thinking about for the past three days. He went to his room and shut the door in an attempt at some privacy and pulled out his cell phone. Cindy hadn't mentioned what time her parents would be leaving to fly home but he assumed they wouldn't be staying late since she mentioned they had to be at work on Monday. He waited impatiently as her phone rang four times before she answered it.

"Cindy Williams."

"Hey, Cindy, it's Ron. How are you?"

"Ron, hi. I'm well. And you?"

"Great. How was the visit with your folks?"

"Very nice. Did you have a good time with your family and your neighbors?"

Again he thought of the mistletoe and how he had zoomed in for a kiss before Melissa ducked and then gave him a stinging swat to the behind.

"Yeah, it was good. Thanks."

Once the initial pleasantries were finished, a hush hung in the air for a moment; neither of them certain what to say next. Finally Ron broke the silence.

"Well, I was thinking that since you're going to the spa for your birthday, it would be a shame to go home afterwards and not let anyone see the new you and I thought I might take you out to dinner that night."

Cindy was stunned for a moment. She didn't have any hard and fast plans for the day since so many of her fellow grad students were gone for the break though Tim and Chuck had told her that if she came into The Brakes, all her drinks would be free and she had considered taking them up on it. The opportunity to have dinner with Ron sounded like a wonderful plan until reality hit her.

"Ron that's very kind of you but I'd hate to think of you driving all that way just to come have dinner with me."

"Look, it's only a ninety minute drive. Less if the roads are in good shape and I can ignore the speed limit."

"Well, I'm certainly not going to encourage you to do that," she said with a laugh.

"Okay, I won't break any traffic laws. So what time should I pick you up?" he asked, as if it were a foregone conclusion that she'd say yes.

She had to admire his self-confidence but assumed that as a gifted athlete he had learned to disregard any kind of doubt that tried to overtake him.

"I suppose that would depend on where we're going."

"Well, I hadn't quite pinned that down yet. I wanted to make sure you'd say yes first."

Okay, so much for the total self-confidence. Still, prudence was to be admired as well.

"I'm saying yes. Now where are we going?"

"Pushy, aren't you?"

"It's all part of my natural charm," she said, feeling free to finally flirt with him since her tutoring duties were over with and wondering if this birthday dinner were really a ploy just to get to spank her again. She certainly wouldn't put it past him.

"I'll make the arrangements and let you know tomorrow but figure on me being there between 5:30 and 6:00."

"Okay, I'll talk to ya later, Ron."

"I look forward to it."

On her birthday, Cindy entered the spa with slight trepidation since she wasn't entirely sure what her parents had arranged for her. She breathed a sigh of relief to learn there was nothing too radical. She looked forward to the facial and the massage but the laser hair removal sounded a bit personal. While she rationalized that it couldn't be any more painful than the bikini wax she subjected herself to at home once a month so, she wasn't particularly enthusiastic about someone other than her doctor seeing that part of her body. Then it dawned on her that Ron might very well be seeing that part of her, depending on how he wanted her positioned for her spanking.

She knew she was making an assumption that her behind would be getting some attention later that night but figured it would be a fairly safe one. The last time they'd been together, she could tell he was aroused and couldn't believe that he wouldn't want to repeat the activity. Oh damn, he WAS aroused. Very, very aroused. She wasn't the most experienced girl on the block but she knew enough to tell when a guy was at the point of no return and Ron had been riding the edge of that point.

As she relaxed during her massage she wondered if Ron had any plans for her other than spanking her, and if so exactly what they were. She also wondered if the laser would make her so overly sensitive that she wouldn't be able to submit to such treatment. Would she even be able to handle someone touching her? She knew these were questions she'd have to ask the technician when it came time. After all, she could always refuse and reschedule the treatment for another time.

During the massage, however, she had to examine her feelings about getting intimate with Ron. She had to admit that he had some great qualities going for him. Tall, handsome, witty, intelligent, good sense of humor. He was amazingly well built, in addition to being well endowed. Should they progress that far, she wondered if she'd even be able to take a cock that large inside her without it splitting in two. Certainly oral sex would be difficult. God, she'd almost have to be a snake and unhinge her jaw to be able to take his girth and deep throating was completely out of the question. However, she figured she could probably combine some hand and oral action to give him satisfaction. Even better if she could convince him to help with the manual stimulation.

Of course, she admitted that she was getting the cart before the horse. For all she knew, once he claimed his prize for winning their bet, he'd want no further contact with her. The fact that he seemed anxious to get this over with made her wonder if he was now regretting having made the bet and wanted to get it over with as soon as possible.

No, couldn't be. He'd been far too aroused while she was over his lap. Or was that the problem? Was he ashamed of his own body's responses? She didn't think this was likely considering how he hadn't seemed to mind the fact that she knew he got excited when she spanked him. But what else could there be?

She shook her head forcefully, trying to clear her mind of the confused thoughts. The massage therapist inquired if there was anything wrong and Cindy blushed, just then realizing that she wasn't entirely alone with her thoughts.

"No, sorry, I was trying to clear my head."

Finally she realized that no matter how much she tried to analyze the situation, there was really nothing she could do until she talked to Ron. She could make all the suppositions and hypotheses in the world but without his input, it was all an exercise in futility. Instead she decided to relax and sink into the massage table while firm and gentle hands kneaded the stress and tension out of her body

Cindy was ready at 5:30 when Ron arrived. He said to dress 'nice' but wouldn't give her a clue as to where they were going. She toyed with the idea of wearing a dress but decided it was just too cold and put on a pair of black wool slacks and a pink angora sweater. To her complete surprise he took her to the New Orleans House for seafood as she had requested in her bet and she was glad that she had the meal to use as a topic for conversation as she was otherwise tongue-tied with the anticipation of what would happen after dinner. When dessert was finally consumed and the bill was paid, they both lingered quietly for a few moments as if unsure what should happen next. It was Ron who finally broke the silence.

"So, I, uh, got you a little present for your birthday."

"Oh, Ron, you really didn't have to do that."

"I know but it was something I saw and I thought you should have. So maybe we should go back to your apartment and I can give it to you there."

She smiled warmly. "That sounds good."

During the twenty-minute drive back to her apartment neither of them said very much. Ron was uncertain as to how his gift would be received and just how to make things flow the way he wanted them to. She'd told him that he would have to be the one to initiate the spanking but he didn't want to act like a caveman when the time came even though he desperately craved to have her back over his lap again. Cindy, on the other hand, already assumed she'd end up there and was simply worried about what would happen afterwards.

When they finally got back to the apartment complex, Ron reached into the back seat and pulled out a nicely wrapped box with a large satin bow on it. Cindy caught sight of it as the dome light to his car came on when she opened the door.

"Ooh, that's lovely"

"Don't get too excited. I had help," he admitted, leaving out the part that he enlisted Melissa's help in finding it as well as wrapping it.

He had a pretty good idea of what he wanted to get her but had no idea where to find such things away from campus. With Melissa's assistance, he found exactly what he wanted on the Internet and had it shipped overnight express to her house so his parents wouldn't ask any questions. For not the first time in his life, he was very thankful to have her as a friend, neighbor and confidant.

"Well, pass along my thanks to your helper."

Moments later they were settled onto her sofa and he handed her the gift. Like a child at Christmas her eyes were wide with anticipation as she shook the box, trying to determine its contents. Unfortunately, he had stuffed the box well enough that the gift couldn't move around and finally she gave up and began carefully unwrapping the package. Ron watched her face closely as she finally dug through the tissue paper and found her gift. Whereas her eyebrows were high with excitement initially, they furrowed together as she tried to determine if she was really seeing what she thought was there.

She picked it up and turned it around several times looking at it from all angles. It measured about eighteen inches long and just over two inches wide. It was made of stiff black leather with black fake fur attached to one side.

"And this is?"

"Something to give you a lot of different sensations, just like you said you wanted."

"Hmmm," she said, studying it again. "Looks like it could be pretty wicked."

"Let's find out," Ron suggested, gently taking it away from her. "Stand up and take off your pants."

For a moment Cindy looked at him with mild trepidation.

"Now, young lady!" he commanded.

Something about his tone of voice touched a primitive part of her brain and she immediately hopped off the couch and stood up very straight as she fumbled with the button and zipper on her pants. Within short order, she had them pooling at her ankles and was stepping out of them. Not quite knowing what would be expected of her next, she chose to leave them on the floor.

Ron was somewhat amazed that she complied so quickly and completely and stood up to circle her, observing her intently. He liked what he saw as she stood almost ramrod straight. Her pink sweater had a slight sheen to it from the fuzziness of the angora. Her hips and legs were encased in black tights and he could see the line of her bikini panties underneath them as they cut across her buns.

"Very nice, Cindy," he said as he continued to slowly circle her in an almost predatory manner. "You do realize, of course, that you're going to get a birthday spanking tonight, don't you?"

"Yes, sir," she almost whispered, her voice catching in her throat.

"What?" he asked, giving her a swat on her well-rounded ass. "I didn't hear you."

"Yes, sir," she said again.

"Good. Now, tell me how old you are."

"Twenty-five."

"Twenty-five what?"

"Twenty-five years old?" she said, not sure what he was looking for.

A pregnant pause hung in the air before he swatted her again.

"And how should you address me?"

"Sir," she stated more confidently.

"Okay, then, now give me the complete answer to my question."

"I'm twenty-five years old as of today, sir."

"That's much better."

He stopped moving and sat down in the center of the sofa.

"Now, take off your tights and your panties and come over here."

In less than a minute she was naked below the waist. Ron considered it a very erotic sight indeed to see her half dressed. He patted his legs in an unspoken gesture for her to lie across his lap.

Cindy's face colored and for a second matched her sweater before it turned a deep shade of embarrassed crimson but she didn't try to stall and after a moment to adjust her position, was laid out over Ron's lap. Her entire body was practically quivering with anticipation and he watched as her lower cheeks clenched and relaxed while she waited for him to do something.

For a moment he just rubbed the twin mounds of flesh, letting the anticipation build. A couple of times he removed his hand as if to swat her but then tenderly returned it to her upturned cheeks. Finally he felt they had both waited long enough and he brought his hand down in a firm swat on her right cheek. She jerked as if she'd been given an electrical shock but didn't make a sound.

"That's one," he said quietly.

The second swat fell shortly there after; then a third and a fourth until they were coming in even measure, Ron counting them as his hand made contact with her warming butt cheeks. When he finally got to twenty-five, Cindy's entire body was trembling. He pulled her tightly to him and then gently stroked the reddened skin while watching to make sure she was breathing freely. As her tremors began to subside, he gave her one final hard whack; right on the sweet spot that he knew would sting.

"Ow!" she protested.

"That's your 'one to grow on' Cindy."

She tried to reach back to rub the stinging flesh but he intercepted her arm and made her put it back.

"I believe this is my job," he said, as he rubbed the pain away.

"Thank you," she said in a husky voice.

"You doin' okay?" he asked as he continued to caress her.

"So far, so good."

"Remember, all you have to do is say 'stop' and I'll quit instantly."

"Yes, sir."

Her compliance, mixed with her imitation little girl's voice went straight from his brain to his crotch and he could feel his cock springing to life. However, in this seated position, it had no where to go but follow the channel between his hip and thigh. He desperately wished he could reach in and straighten it out but couldn't figure out how to do it without being obvious about it. He squirmed and tried to shift in his seat but only achieved a minimal amount of freedom.

Cindy was not unaware of his difficulties but wasn't sure just what to do. Finally, she took the bull by the horns and spoke up.

"Sir, I think this would be more comfortable if we both took a moment to reposition."

She raised to her hands and knees and inched backwards so that her nose wasn't so close to the arm of the sofa and looked away to give him some pseudo-privacy while he quickly reached into his pants and adjusted his cock so that it was pointing straight up. Then, noticing which way she was moving, he also scooted over on the sofa to accommodate her new location. In barely a minute they were back to where they'd begun and Ron was gently squeezing Cindy's cheeks again.

Her second spanking began with firm but gentle swats all over her behind and her thighs. When her skin was a nice even shade of pink, he reached for her birthday present that he'd carefully positioned to be within reach on the other arm of the sofa and began to use it on her in random fashion, sometimes hitting high up where her ass just started its swell out from her lower back and sometimes going for her well-muscled thighs. He twisted his wrist so that the slaps never fell in the same direction. One would be parallel to her legs and the next one perpendicular, and then one on an oblique. He even made sure to use only the tip of the toy on some spots while using the full length of it on others.

At first, Cindy didn't react much to the spanking. In some ways it was very comforting to feel his hand come down firmly on her ass. Occasionally, he'd hit a particularly sensitive spot and she would squirm or voice her surprise but somewhere over the course of the evening she made peace with the fact that she liked Ron, was attracted to him, and was willing to just let herself go and enjoy whatever they decided to do. It wasn't worth getting all worked up about.

Then he began to use her new toy and her reactions changed dramatically. While it didn't cover as much area as his hand, it also didn't have the warmth and response of his palm and fingers either. This was an implement designed specifically for spanking. She could feel the skin on her now pink cheeks tingle as the nerves became more sensitized. She could also feel a faint throbbing as the blood rushed to her sit spots that were getting quite a bit of stimulus from the slapper. Just at the point where she thought she was going to have to tell him to stop, he quit on his own and began to lightly trace abstract designs over her sensitized flesh with the corner of the toy, letting the hard leather edge add another level of excitement.