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  His whisper was a threat and it sent shivers through her body.

  “Think hard, Ms. White.”

  He let her go. The removal of his body from hers left her cold and breathless. She grabbed the edge of the table to keep herself from stumbling forward. It took all she had not to run out of the club and into a waiting taxi. Once inside the yellow cab, she slammed the door shut and blurted out the name of her hotel.

  What the hell was she thinking?

  Chapter 2

  Liam packed his laptop away and pushed the button to call the elevator. Since seeing Naia on Sunday night, he hadn't been able to think of much else. He'd been thirty-two years old when he was Naia's English Lit Professor. She had been eighteen. Legal, but not really; not for the young professor all the girls had a crush on. He'd been madly attracted to her, even flirtatious, but he'd never crossed the line. When she'd pushed too far and he'd had to reject her, she'd been furious. She had a temper back then and, he imagined, she had one now as well. She'd gone to the board and accused him of spanking her. At least it hadn't been more. But the accusation was enough to cost him his job, his license to teach and his reputation.

  All in all, he'd done well for himself. He'd founded Club Templar six years ago and it was a thriving business. He had more money than he knew what to do with, but teaching had been his passion.

  He realized when he saw her the other night how angry he still was with her for stealing his career. But he'd have to manage himself tonight, if she were still there, that is. He didn't want to hurt her, not really. He would give her exactly what she asked for, what she'd accused him of. And he'd enjoy every moment of it. He was an experienced Dom and enjoyed his role very much. The attraction he felt for her had only intensified as she'd grown into a woman. He would punish her tonight, take what was his due and that would be that.

  The elevator dinged and the door opened. Liam walked through the club where staff were busy preparing before the doors opened. Going over a few last minute instructions with Oliver, the club manager, he said goodbye and set off for the hotel.

  * * * *

  Naia sat at the edge of the bed, trying to relax, but failing. When she'd sought the Professor out, she'd planned to apologize. But that wasn't the whole truth. She wanted what she had accused him of years ago and much, much more. When she found out he owned a BDSM club in town, it was as if fate laid out her chance. But now after seeing him, she wasn't so sure. No, it was not that she wasn't sure—she was just scared. He was still angry and although she could understand it, his anger terrified her. She had stolen everything from him out of spite. He'd rejected her and she'd been embarrassed and angry. She'd wanted revenge. She hadn't planned on what happened though. She thought he'd get a slap on the wrist. But her temper tantrum cost him much more than she'd intended. And now it was time to pay.

  She jumped when the knock came at precisely nine. Standing, she checked her reflection in the mirror. She'd worn a short white skirt and a close fitting sweater with a simple bra and white cotton panties underneath. Her beige leather sandals had a three-inch heel that added to her height and accentuated the curve of her legs.

  Brushing her hair back behind her shoulders, she walked to the door of the suite and opened it.

  Liam Templar stood, dark and brooding, looking huge in the narrow hallway. He was wearing dark dress slacks, a white button-down shirt and jacket. His hair hung loose down his back and he looked a little like he used to back in high school. Just more menacing. But here she was ready to invite him in to play.

  “Ms. White,” he said.

  “Professor Templar,” she answered.

  He smiled. “You look lovely, as I remember you always did,” he said, taking her in. “Good choice on the skirt.”

  “Thank you, Professor. I always appreciated the special attention you reserved just for me.” She had always been able to hide behind her quick wit. And even though by being here tonight she'd agreed to her punishment, she wasn't going to go into this a meek, frightened little girl. She wanted to take it as much as he likely wanted to give it to her. She'd be damned if she'd let him have the upper hand. At least while she was still clothed and standing upright.

  “Arrogance was always your fatal flaw.”

  “I thought you liked the cocky in me.”

  “I'll enjoy spanking it out of you.”

  Her mouth fell open as his smile vanished.

  “Aren't you going to invite me in? Or would you rather we do this out here?”

  “Come in,” she said, stepping back. She closed the door behind him and leaned against it as he looked around the large suite. Against the far end of the room was a king size bed. A couch and coffee table with a flat screen TV made up the living area and in the corner at the window stood a desk. The desk she'd be bent over in the not too distant future, she imagined.

  “Nice, spacious room,” he said. “Should work.”

  “Would you like something to drink?” she asked, making her way to the mini bar. She could definitely use a drink.

  “Vodka tonic, if you have it,” he said.

  She poured two of them and turned to hand him his. He sipped the drink, his eyes never leaving hers as she drank hers down.

  “Nervous?” he asked, his expression unreadable.

  “Why would I be?” she retorted, even though she'd been unable to eat all day.

  “Why indeed?” Anticipation was a part of the game.

  She moved to sit on the couch and he followed.

  “Have you ever been spanked, Ms. White?”

  “No.” Did they have to talk about it?

  “I'd like you to refer to me as Sir or Professor when you address me,” he said.

  She lifted her eyebrows and exhaled. “No, Sir. I've never been spanked.” He was not going to humiliate her. Not yet anyway.

  “You've still got a smart little mouth, haven't you?”

  “Is that a question, Sir?”

  He ignored her and it was a moment before he spoke. “Do you know what a safe word is?”

  She nodded, her demeanor changing, feeling herself on the edge of tears. This was really going to happen.

  “What's yours?”

  “Violin,” she answered quickly. It was the first thing that had come to her mind when she'd woken up this morning.

  “Violin it is. Stand up,” he said, swallowing the last of his drink and rising to his feet.

  She put her empty glass down and stood on unsteady legs.

  “Are you ready for your long overdue spanking, Ms. White?”

  “I don't know, Sir.” Her voice gave away how nervous she was.

  “What are you feeling?” he asked, standing a few feet from her.

  Her eyes grew wide and she knew she'd be able to hide nothing from him.

  “Scared. Nervous.”

  “Nervous is normal. But what exactly are you afraid of?”

  “That it will hurt,” she began. “That it will be embarrassing. For starters.” That was maybe even more prominent than the fear of pain.

  “But you're not afraid of me, are you, Naia?” he asked, no teasing in his expression or tone.

  He'd called her Naia. “No, I'm not afraid of you, Sir.” She, too, was dead serious.

  “Do you trust me?”

  “I do, Professor.”

  His expression changed, softened. He looked at her a little like he used to back in school. “I'll give you the punishment you need, Naia, but I won't really hurt you. Do you understand?”

  Tears filled her eyes and she nodded.

  She watched as he walked to the window over the desk and pulled the curtains closed. He cleared the few promotional items the hotel had left off the desk and turned back to her. Taking off his jacket, he rolled up his sleeves to reveal thick forearms dusted with dark hair. Naia remembered he'd looked like that when he taught, his jacket always on the back of his chair, his sleeves rolled up, big hands holding chalk, gesturing as he spoke. But he looked different as he stood there today.
He looked so much the Dominant, the one with absolute control. “Come here Naia.”

  She walked slowly to him. Her heart raced and tears slipped from her eyes.

  He reached out and brushed one away. “You're safe,” he said.

  She nodded, but the tears didn't stop.

  “Are you wearing panties, Naia?”

  Oh God. “Yes, Sir.”

  “Bend over the desk, please.”

  Her hand covered her mouth and, for an instant, she wasn't sure she could go through with it. Taking a deep breath, she cast one last look at him then moved to stand before the desk and slowly bent her torso over it.

  “Lift your skirt.”

  Reaching back, she raised her skirt.

  “Higher so it will stay.”

  She pushed it higher.

  “Take your panties down.”

  “Can I keep them on?” One final attempt to salvage a semblance of dignity.

  “No.”

  She wouldn't beg. She looked over her shoulder at him, but his eyes were focused on her backside, his expression one of extreme arousal. Reaching back, she hooked her fingers around her panties and slowly slid them down until they fell to the floor.

  “Step out of them and take your legs to shoulder width.” His voice was hoarse. He was anticipating, as she was, but something entirely different. It leveled the field, at least a little bit.

  “Yes, Sir,” she said, allowing herself to settle into her role. She pushed her panties aside and arched her back.

  “Put your elbows on the desk, palms flat and face forward, Ms. White.”

  “Ms. White again?” She couldn't help it.

  A hard smack to her upper thigh made her yelp. “Ow!” She reached back to cover the spot.

  “Respect, Ms. White. That won't count as one of your thirty.”

  “That hurt!”

  “This is punishment. What did you expect, a love pat?” He kicked her legs apart. “Do I need to restrain you?”

  The thought sent a flush of heat straight to her sex.

  “No, Sir.” Although she wouldn't mind being tied up by him.

  “Resume your position. If I have to bind you, you will receive double the strokes.”

  “Double?” Instantly his hand delivered two swift smacks. “Ow!”

  “You will not speak during your punishment but to count or to thank me, Ms. White. Am I clear?”

  He spanked her one more time and she bit her tongue to keep her response to a quick, “Yes, Sir!”

  “Good. You may call out if you need to but I'm pretty sure these walls aren't that thick. I don't mind a visit from security, but you might.”

  *

  Christ, her ass was incredible. Watching her bend over, lift her skirt and take her panties down had made him hard. But when he'd noticed her arch her back, lifting her ass higher, he knew she wanted this as much as he did.

  The few spots he'd already hit were turning a bright pink. Otherwise, the skin was white, soft and pillowy—an ass made for spanking. He imagined how her buttocks would bounce and tremble with each blow. When he began caressing them, she tensed and sucked in a breath.

  “Relax, Ms. White,” he said. “Remember, you're here because you choose to be. Or are you backing out? Using your safe word already?”

  “No, Sir,” her voice cracked but she relaxed her body.

  With his hands flat on her ass, he spread her cheeks wider as she shifted on her feet. Through the light dusting of hair, he could see the slickness of her pussy. Taking one hand underneath, he found her swollen clit and teased it. She tensed but didn't make a sound and he imagined she was determined not to let him know she was enjoying his attention to that very sensitive region of her body. But as he continued with his ministrations, she was unable to restrain the moan that escaped her throat.

  “You're so wet. Do you like this? Is it bending over, preparing yourself to be spanked? Is it my looking at you? What is it, Ms. White? What's got you so slick?” He rubbed his fingers along her moist sex as he spoke but didn't enter her. Not yet.

  When she didn't answer, he delivered a hard smack to her buttock.

  “Ow!” She jumped.

  “Answer me when I ask you a question.” The other cheek was subjected to the same treatment.

  “Yes!”

  “Yes, what?” He spanked again.

  “Sir.”

  “Tell me what's got you so turned on.”

  “Professor…” she begged.

  “Tell me.” One finger found the opening of her sex and entered, causing her to shudder as her pussy tightened around it. “Or do you want me to stop touching you?” he asked, sliding his finger in and out.

  It took her a moment as she dropped, then picked her head back up. “I've thought of you, of this, for a long time, Professor.”

  He smiled at her confession and, taking her clit between two fingers, squeezed; a little reward for her honesty. “You're not alone in that, Naia,” he said and he began. “Count. If you lose track, we'll start from one.”

  *

  The first spank landed, as hard as the ones he'd already administered.

  “One,” she counted, grunting, as each stroke left its burning mark on her tender flesh. She imagined how her buttocks bounced especially as she tried to wiggle out of his way to avoid the blows. Seemingly without effort, one hand pinned her to the desk. The pain of the spanking was sharp and hot, but not unbearable. What made it difficult was just when she'd geared up to take another one, he'd slow down and softly caress her buttocks. Then, as she'd relax into his hands, he'd start again.

  His hand seemed not to tire as it delivered her punishment and by the time they reached fifteen, she was begging him to slow down, ease up, and give her a moment to catch her breath. She let out small yelps as the blows came harder over her already stinging backside and thighs, and even though she wanted to scream at him, she remembered his warning and bit back the protests.

  When they reached twenty, tears began to fall from her eyes. It was painful, no doubt, but at the same time, the idea that he, Professor Templar, stood behind her spanking her bare ass, turned her on like no fantasy of him ever had. If she could just reach back, touch her clit for one minute, she knew she'd come hard. She dared a glance back and her eyes settled for one brief moment on the huge bulge pressed against the crotch of his pants. She wanted him to fuck her, to spank her then fuck her as she lay bent over the desk. She needed him inside her, behind her, pounding into her until she lost herself in her orgasm.

  Finally, thirty came and he stopped. She was gasping for breath and crying. She moved to rise but he pushed her back down with one hand between her shoulder blades. He leaned over her so that his cock pushed against her ass through the rough material of his pants. He pressed his hips to hers and brought his mouth close to her ear. “There it is … that mythical spanking, long overdue.” He was breathing hard. “I hope it lived up to your expectations, Naia.”

  She didn't respond. She couldn't.

  Letting her up slightly, he shoved her sweater up and over her head and then pushed her bra under her breasts. He kneaded and stroked her nipples into hard points as she moaned with pleasure.

  “Naia,” he whispered and she knew he had an evil little grin on his face.

  “Professor,” she said, breathless.

  “Thank me for your spanking.”

  He kept working her nipples.

  “Thank you for my spanking, Professor.” Oh God, would he fuck her now?

  “You're welcome. Now tell me what you want, Naia.” The fingernails of one hand scratched her tender buttock, making her rise on tiptoe.

  “Professor…”

  “Tell me what you want.”

  “You, Professor. I want you inside me. I want you to fuck me, please, Sir.”

  “Christ, you're soaked, Naia.” His fingers found her pussy and two drove in hard.

  She sucked in a deep breath.

  “Kneel,” he told her.

  She looked ba
ck at him, realizing what he planned. But she wanted something else, needed it badly.

  “Please, fuck me,” she begged even as she slid down to her knees. His eyes told her the punishment wasn't over yet.

  “I plan to,” he said, unzipping his pants. “Open your mouth wide. I want to fuck your mouth. And keep your knees apart. Wouldn't want you to rub yourself to orgasm just yet.” Her eyes grew wide at the huge thickness of his cock. It was bigger and thicker than she'd ever had and she wanted him inside her, anywhere inside her, now. Grabbing hold of his thighs, she opened her mouth and licked the tip of it, tasting the salty sweetness before wrapping her lips around him and sucking. He fisted handfuls of her hair and closed his eyes. “Good girl, Naia. Open wider … let me have the back of your throat.” With that, he began to fuck her mouth, nothing gentle in it as he held her head still. He pumped in and out fast until she felt the twitch of his cock signaling his imminent release. His thrusts slowed to a stop and his grip on her hair tightened, causing more tears to form in the corners of her eyes. Warm liquid spilled down her throat and she swallowed every drop, tasting him, wanting more of him.

  “You look lovely with my cock stuffed in your mouth,” he said.

  She only met his eyes, unable to speak.

  He pulled out slowly and she fell to her hands as he tucked himself into his pants and zipped them up.

  “I want to come,” she whispered. Her pussy was on fire, swollen, unsatisfied.

  “Not yet. Think of the ten years I've waited for my apology.”

  “Please. I'll do anything.”

  “I know you will,” he said. He helped her to her feet and smoothed her skirt down to cover her.

  “Please,” she begged as he looked at her.

  “I hope you feel better after that,” he said, tucking her bra back over her breasts, stroking her arms lightly. “Goodbye, Naia.” He leaned down to take her open mouth in a soft kiss.

  With that, he left her standing awestruck in the middle of the room, watching as he walked out without a backward glance.

  Chapter 3

  Liam stepped onto the elevator, his face hard. He should have spanked her and left. He shouldn't have done what he'd done.