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“You wouldn’t dare!” Quinn says, her voice controlled, despite the way her heart’s beating furiously, because she just can’t believe Shelby just threatened to spankher of all things.
Shelby’s eyes narrow just slightly. “Oh, really?” She asks.
“I’m your student.”
“No, what you are is a disrespectful teenager who deserves to be taught some respect.”
Quinn half turns, ready to storm out—because she doesn’t have to take this, not from anyone, and especially not from Shelby—when Shelby grabs her wrist, yanking her back into the room. “I didn’t tell you you could leave,” she hisses.
Before Quinn really knows what’s happening, Shelby’s pushing her face down on her desk. Quinn whimpers a little as her cheek hits the cool surface because this is just not happening, but she’s not doing anything to move away—she can’t even seem to make her legs work for her because they won’t stop trembling.
The first slap, over her clothes, doesn’t really hurt, but she whimpers from the shock of it, her hands twitching against the desk.
Shelby’s muttering something under her breath that Quinn can’t make out over the rushing of blood through her ears, but she gives up trying when Shelby roughly pushes up her skirt and all Quinn can feel is the rush of cold air around her legs. She tugs her lip between her teeth, turns her head so her forehead is pressing hard against the desk, hiding her face from Shelby’s gaze, and waits.
The next slap is harder, and Quinn’s breath leaves her body in a rush the moment Shelby’s hand connects with her ass. It’s quickly followed by more, raining down on one cheek, then the other, and Quinn can feel tears prickling the corner of her eyes, but she’s not stopping Shelby. She knows she could move, could stand up and leave the room, but she’s not.
She wants this.
God, the thought startles her, but it’s true. Whether it’s through some fucked up feeling of deserving punishment for her multitude of sins or something else (which is even more problematic), she doesn’t know, but despite the pain—the hot itching under her skin every time Shelby’s hand makes contact—she’s raising herself into the blows, offering herself for each strike of Shelby’s palm against her ass.
The noise of the slaps echoes around the empty classroom, competing only with the sound of her harsh breathing, each ragged inhale and exhale seemingly amplified a thousand times. There’s a twisting, hot and desperate feeling churning in her stomach, a tightening in her muscles, and she knows that feeling, knows what’s going to happen if Shelby continues for much longer.
Shelby must sense it too, might even be able to see the dampness of her panties, because she stops, and Quinn hears her take a step back, legs bumping against one of the other desks in the room.
Quinn dares looks then, turning her head over her shoulder to meet Shelby’s gaze. Her eyes are wide and dark and her chest is rising and falling just as fast as Quinn’s own and Quinn realises she isn’t the only one who wants this.
“Please,” she says, when it becomes clear Shelby isn’t going to do anything. “Oh, God, please don’t stop.” The sound of her own voice startles Quinn, so small and with an edge of desperation that she’s never heard before, but it has the desired effect of moving Shelby to action.
She steps forward again, reaching out to cup Quinn’s ass over her panties, stroking her through the thin material. Quinn whimpers then her breath catches in her throat, coming out like a choked sob, when Shelby slides her hand down, playing fingers briefly over soaked cotton.
The touch is gone too soon, but then Shelby’s grasping at the edge of her panties and pulling them down until they drop freely, pooling around her ankles. She barely has time to register the feel of cool air against her heated skin before Shelby’s spanking her again.
The sound’s louder now that it’s skin against skin and the sting of each slap more intense, like a white hot, throbbing pulse that’s shooting through her entire body.
“Oh, God,” she says again, high-pitched, desperate. “Harder.”
Quinn’s cheeks flush at the demand, but then Shelby does hit harder, lowers her hand slightly, so each blow catches just under Quinn’s ass. It’s almost too much, but the feeling twisting in her stomach grows quickly, until she pushes back one last time, shuddering violently and crying out loudly as her orgasm surges through her.
Shelby’s fingers stroke soothingly against her ass as she comes down, almost like she knows anything else would be too much right now and Quinn rubs a shaky hand over her face, still not quite able to believe what just happened. When her legs feel steady enough to hold her weight, she straightens and turns slightly to face Shelby.
“You don’t tell anyone about this,” Shelby says, and despite knowing she really has nothing to fear, that she wouldn’t be the one in trouble if this ever got out, Quinn nods her head in agreement. She won’t tell anyone, wouldn’t even know where to begin, how to explain that she just allowed herself to be spanked and enjoyed every second of it. No, this will stay between the two of them.
“Good.” The hardness to Shelby’s voice has dissipated slightly with Quinn’s agreement. “Now get out of my classroom,” she says. “And if I ever see you act like that again…”
Shelby’s words hang in the air and Quinn nods, quickly pulling up her panties and fixing her skirt. A flush rises in her cheeks at the thought of what might happen if she does push Shelby again and despite the fact she’s still trembling slightly from the force of her orgasm, something not unlike anticipation starts to beat in her chest.