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  Frustrated with his slow pace, she dropped to her knees in front of him and yanked at his briefs. His cock bounced eagerly free, hard and straining. She inhaled deeply, taking in the fragrance of him before touching her lips to the soft head.

  He jerked and it pleased her to know she was not the only one affected by desire. As she ran her tongue down the hard length of him, his hands came to her head, tangling roughly in her curls.

  Opening her lips slowly, she took the tip in as it stretched her mouth wide. God, he was big. He was going to feel amazing in her pussy.

  With a curse, he pushed into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat and causing her to gag. She pulled back but he kept her pinned, thrusting slowly.

  “God, that’s good,” he groaned.

  Cassie battled to accommodate his big member. She struggled and gagged to accommodate his length. She focused on breathing as he thrust harder, pushing until he could push no more. She was going to die with a cock in her mouth, she was sure of it. He choked her with his erection. And yet her sex pooled with warmth again, his brutal treatment of her setting butterflies in the pit of her stomach.

  His shaft tensed and she realised, with a confusing mixture of gratitude and disappointment, he was going to come. Did she honestly want him to continue fucking her mouth with such violence?

  “Swallow it,” he ordered with a groan. “Swallow it all.”

  His hot, salty seed hit the back of her throat and she gagged as she struggled to swallow it down. And yet it kept coming, spilling from the side of her lips as he rocked slowly. With one last hard thrust, he pulled away, sending cum spilling onto her chin.

  Mr. Knight studied her semen-covered face as she stared up at him, her eyes wide.

  Withdrawing a handkerchief from his trouser pocket, he handed it to her. “I did tell you to swallow it,” he admonished.

  She waited at his feet as she cleaned off her chin, unsure of what she should do next. She was not overly experienced and hardly considered herself a seductress, but with Mr. Knight there would be no seducing him anyway. This was his game and she was playing by his rules. And, Cassie admitted to herself, she would happily play along.

  As she handed him back his handkerchief, he wrapped long fingers around her wrist and pulled her to her feet. The handkerchief flung aside, he grasped her shirt, tugging her into him. Before she realised what was happening, he unbuttoned most of her shirt, pushing it from her shoulders.

  His eyes glittered in delight at the sight of her generous breasts peaking over the top of her bra and her nipples tightened.

  Mr. Knight pressed her hands to his waistcoat and guided her fingers to the buttons before finishing with hers. Cassie grinned in delight. At last she would see what was under those layers.

  Her shirt quickly vanished and his arms came around her to unhook her bra. Cassie enjoyed the momentary feeling of closeness as she fumbled with his buttons. With her breasts exposed, he held her back, his gaze tracing every inch of her. One hand cupped at her breast, giving her nipple a quick pinch and drawing a gasp from her.

  His shirt followed as he brushed away her hands and finished unbuttoning it himself. Cassie strove to keep the awe from her face and probably failed as she admired his sleek muscles. He was every bit as beautiful, if not more, than she expected. His muscles rolled with each breath and she decided such a physique was a waste on a headmaster. He should be modelling underwear. Or doing anything involving minimal clothing.

  But she was glad he didn’t. For the moment, he was hers and hers alone.

  Her fingers followed the dips of his body, relishing the smooth warmth of his skin, and he allowed her to explore him. Briefly. Before pressing her back against the desk. The back of her thighs hit the edge and he stopped before bringing up a hand to cup possessively at the back of her neck.

  His flesh pressed against her aching breasts and she groaned as his other hand trailed down between their bodies, skimming over her belly before lifting her skirt to settle his fingers on the waistline of her underwear.

  Her breath caught as his fingers dipped down, brushing across her wet folds. His hand left her sex briefly, pulling back and straining against her panties. As he buried his head against her neck, kissing and suckling at it, his hand connected with her tender folds with a heavy slap.

  Cassie cried out in surprise. It didn’t hurt, not really, but it made her pussy throb and pulse.

  He drew back his hand again and she tensed, waiting for another smack. He hit her pussy lips again, harder this time and she groaned at the mix of pleasure and pain, her hips instinctively reaching for his touch.

  Violently yanking down her panties, he chuckled. “You are quite the whore, aren’t you, Miss Bennett?”

  “Yes,” she confirmed with a whisper.

  Spreading her lips with his fingers, he circled her clit before slapping at her again. “Yes, what?”

  Her head fell back and her eyes closed. “Yes, Sir.”

  She felt him grin against her neck. “Good girl.”

  He spanked her wet folds again, hitting harder each time, as if testing her. Her sensitive flesh pulsed and stung, yet all she could do was eagerly await each smack, sure at some point it would be too much. Surely she could not continue to enjoy having her pussy beaten?

  “Would you like me to soothe the sting?” He gave her another heavy smack, as if to make sure her pussy genuinely did sting.

  She nodded eagerly, hoping he meant what she thought he meant.

  “Do not come until I say so, do you understand?”

  Pressing a hard kiss against her lips, he dropped down to the floor, grabbing at her panties that sat around her ankles and pulling them from her. Swooping down, he buried his tongue amid her tender folds, his teeth grazing over her sensitive nub.

  She clutched at him and stared as his dark head moved between her legs. Good God, it was one of the most erotic sights she had ever seen. His tongue probed, licking at the aching spot and increasing the delicious sensations that shot through her body. Lapping at her slit, a finger pushed carefully in as his other hand gripped painfully at her bottom, and Cassie had to put her hands upon the desk to keep herself standing.

  Oh God, she was going to come. Her womb clenched and the tingles spread and intensified.

  “Please,” she begged, “I’m going to come.”

  She couldn’t hold it off, not if he continued fucking her with his fingers. His tongue swept over her clit again and again as he pressed forcefully into her.

  “Please,” she whimpered again, praying he would give her permission to come.

  But he didn’t. Obviously enjoying her torment, he sucked and licked harder. Her body vibrated with tension until it was too late, and she came in great shudders, convulsing around his fingers.

  As he pulled away from her and came to his feet he tutted, “I didn’t give you permission.”

  Cassie lowered her eyes as she drew in deep breaths, trying to clear her pleasure soaked mind. “Forgive me, Sir,” she panted.

  Wiping her juices from his chin, his gaze roamed over her bare breasts and slick pussy. “Now how am I to punish you?”

  Her eyes went wide, her belly clenching.

  Lips twitching, he reached around her and delved in a drawer in the desk. The rattling of its contents amplified her apprehension and she stood frozen, her pulse hammering. He carefully drew out a long wooden ruler. Was he going to spank her again? With that? Her gaze remained glued to the end of it. This would hurt. Cassie wasn’t sure if she was capable of taking a beating from that.

  “Please don’t hurt me,” she murmured weakly.

  Mr Knight cocked his head to one side. “You don’t mean that, angel.”

  “I do,” she told him emphatically.

  “Anything, remember? You said anything, Miss Bennett.”

  She cursed her words, wishing for the chance take them back. At least she thought she wanted to. The feel of the wood stroking at her pussy made her jump and she clenched her legs
together in horror, trapping it between them.

  “Oh no, please don’t.”

  He looked at her with displeasure. “Spread your legs, Miss Bennett.”

  Her hands gripped the edge of the desk, her knuckles going white as he wriggled the ruler back and forth between her legs, the wood catching her clitoris. She gasped at the feel of the cool wood against her delicate flesh.

  Unwittingly her legs fell open, giving him full access to her swollen sex.

  “Be a good girl, and it will be worth it. I promise you,” he told her with a sly grin. “Hold up your skirt,” he demanded.

  Perspiration beaded on the back of Cassie’s neck and she closed her eyes as she nervously pulled up her skirt and waited.

  She heard the slap before she felt it, a sharp thwacking sound. She yelped as the hard wood slapped her soft folds and her legs instinctively closed.

  “Spread your legs,” he ordered her again, his aggressive tone sending a shiver up her spine.

  She did as he commanded, all common sense flying out of the window. Was she mad? Was she going to let him spank her pussy again? And with a wooden stick at that?

  Keeping her eyes clenched shut, her chest rose and fell with each harsh, excited breath. The ruler landed again, the sting of it sending pinpricks of gratification through her pussy. And again, it hit her, each time becoming louder and harder. The wood caught her sensitive nub sending a bolt of pleasure and pain through her. Good God, she was on the verge of coming.

  He may have hit her a mere handful of times, but her wet folds burned. She couldn’t take much more, even if she was bordering on climaxing. Maybe he sensed she had reached her threshold as he laid one last, hard smack against her aching lips before dropping the ruler with a clatter.

  Cassie opened her eyes and flicked a glance to the stick, and back to Mr Knight, a look of wonder coming across her face. His expression took on a carnal air and her heart hammered. She was his prey, powerless to do anything other than await her fate.

  Grasping the waistband of her skirt she was still stupidly clinging to, he wrenched it down and out of her hands. Coaxing her legs to step from it, she stood before him, totally naked. He still wore his trousers, his hard swollen cock peeking over the top of his underwear, glistening and beautiful.

  Her womb tightened with longing and she fought the urge to jump on his cock then and there. Her cleft still smarted from his savage attentions yet she wanted nothing more than to impale herself upon him.

  Stalking forwards, he pressed her back against the desk, the smooth wood feeling cold against her skin. A hand swept up and down her breasts and stomach as he laid her back with an odd tenderness.

  “Miss Bennett, you are sensational.”

  The head of his manhood pressed against her entrance and she moaned with frustration. “Oh please, Mr. Knight. Fuck me.”

  Pushing hard inside of her in one swift motion, Mr. Knight grit his teeth. Her folds stung at the intrusion after such treatment but she was soaking and he slid in easily.

  He growled as she clenched around him, on the verge of orgasm. “God, you’re tight.”

  Mr. Knight gripped her hips painfully, thumbs pressing hard as he drove his rigid cock into her. The desk contents clattered as he retreated before hammering against her repeatedly. Her sensitive pussy convulsed as his sex pressed deeper with each thrust, coarse hair teasing her clit as he slammed against her.

  Face contorting with pleasure, he pounded aggressively against her and she threw her hands above her head, trying to hold onto something, but with nothing to grab she found herself entirely at his mercy. Cassie watched his cock skewer into her, struck by the erotic sight. Sheening with sweat, her entire body tightened, ready to unleash her most powerful climax yet.

  While the buzz of decadence simmered in her sex, he pulled out, causing her to cry out in dismay. Drawing her to her feet, he swivelled her around and pushed her back across the desk, her bottom tilting high into the air and her breasts squashed against the mahogany. His fingers toyed in the sodden heat of her juncture, before circling up to between her buttocks, swirling her juices over her anus. She clenched instinctively as he probed the opening and squealed in indignation as his finger pressed persistently.

  “Hush, relax.”

  Cassie struggled to, but the finger was so invasive. She had never tried anal sex before. Yes, she’d thought about it, but surely he didn’t intend to stick his cock in there? He was far too big.

  Mr Knight probed deeper, causing her breath to catch. The sensation was acutely depraved yet, as he worked his finger in and out, she found it deliciously stimulating. He withdrew his hand and she was surprised to find herself keening for the invasion of her bottom again.

  He released a throaty laugh as her bottom arched towards him and he pressed the damp head of his erection against her pussy once more, spreading the slick heat of her over it. She inhaled sharply as the head pressed against her tight ring.

  “Mr. Knight…”

  “Sir.” He reminded her sharply.

  “Sir,” she said breathlessly, “please…don’t…”

  “You’ll enjoy it, Miss Bennett. Just relax.”

  Biting her lip, she curled her fingers around the edge of the desk as he prodded forwards, her slick anus opening to allow him access.

  “Oh,” she gasped, as he gained entrance. “Oh no, don’t—”

  He slid in swiftly, his cock burning through the ring of muscles, and she choked for air as he pressed deeper with a groan. God, it hurt. Her ass stung, stretched impossibly wide by his enormous erection.

  Yet, as he slid carefully back and plunged again, further this time, the mixture of pleasure and pain made her core twitch. Cassie moaned as he glided again, the fiery sensation dying down, becoming replaced with a blissfully full feeling. It was still strange and every thrust made her struggle for breath, but the sweet friction was worth the discomfort. To be so wonderfully invaded was more than she ever imagined.

  Sensing her submission to his attentions, Mr. Knight picked up the pace, sliding in and out with increasing vigour. He surged easily against her, faster and harder with each press. Her sheath clenched erratically and her grip tightened on the table as her head swam with euphoria, each lunge bringing her closer and closer to orgasm.

  Cassie was aware of his ragged breaths as he gripped at her hips, and his cock twitched deep in her tight hole. She bucked her bottom upward, bringing him so deep she was convinced she could feel him in her stomach. The depth of his hard arousal inside of her triggered waves of ecstasy to course through her and she screamed at the intensity of it.

  He drove into her several more times, her tender passage gripping his cock and bringing him to orgasm. He tightened and convulsed before shooting hot spray into her bottom. He collapsed on top of her, his sweat slickened chest pressing against her back as he laid wet, grateful kisses to her skin.

  Cassie’s head swam, the aftermath of her climax still swirling through her veins. As his cock still lay inside of her, she realised she would happily let him fuck her ass repeatedly if he desired.

  She vaguely registered the chiming of a bell. Oh, shit! It was the end of the school day.

  They both jolted upright, Mr. Knight’s erection sliding easily from her bottom. Scrabbling around for her panties, she found herself face to face with his cream covered cock. Oh how she wished for another taste.

  He smirked. “I wish I could fuck your mouth again, Miss Bennett, but we have no time and I fear your sweet ass has worn me out.”

  Her cheeks heated at his coarse words and the memory of what they had done.

  They dressed silently, throwing worried looks at the door. At any moment, the school secretary would return to help Mr. Knight organise affairs for next term.

  Running her fingers through her hair, she chewed at her lip as she turned to face Mr. Knight, wondering what she should possibly say. Seed leaked from her ass into her panties, a sweet reminder of their debauchery, and her heart sank at the th
ought of never experiencing it again. How could she have thought one fuck would be enough?

  “I wish you luck for the future, Miss Bennett,” he told her formally as he buttoned his waistcoat.

  Casting her gaze down, her heart sank in her chest. “Thank you,” she replied stiffly.

  Hastily stepping around her, he opened the door and peered around.

  Assuming he intended for her to leave, she made to walk past him but he slammed the door shut and hauled her into his embrace, pressing a fevered kiss against her lips. She tangled her fingers through his hair, happily receiving the onslaught of kisses.

  He broke their embrace and set her down, glancing over her with regret.

  “You will be very much missed here at Mapledale. You will no doubt make a fantastic head teacher at your new school.”

  Cassie sighed, his admission he would miss her stretching her heart but also saddening her.

  “You had better go and dismiss your class, Miss Bennett.”

  “Yes, Mr. Knight.”

  She made to leave but he murmured her name and she turned to face him once more. “Yes?”

  “Should you need any…uh…advice…on your new role then please don’t hesitate to come to me. I will always be happy to…accommodate you,” he added with a knowing grin.

  Cassie returned his smile, her chest expanding, and nodded gracefully. “Thank you, Mr. Knight. I mean… Sir,” she corrected herself saucily. “I would certainly be glad of any assistance.”

  Mr. Knight’s eyes flashed with anticipation and desire. Oh yes, there would be much to learn from Mr. Knight in the future.

  With a shy smile, she left, hastening past the secretary, who had obviously recently returned and was watching her exit through narrowed eyes. She reddened from head to toe, wondering if the woman could hear the squelch of her underwear.

  When out of her sight, she pressed herself against the wood panelled wall of the hall and smiled a slow, satisfied smile as her sore pussy and bottom tingled. Yes, she suspected she would be visiting Mapledale often in the future. She still had plenty to learn.