Chapter Thirteen

That term stretched out until it lasted at least a decade. I had to stand in the front of the lecture hall, looking at Donna, knowing that time was still slowly ticking past, that nothing more would happen until the end of the academic year.

She was right, of course. When she first suggested we wait, I had been sure it was just her way of politely discarding me. She'd had a crush, now it was over. She was just giving me time to get over her.

But it wasn't that. I soon found out. She would smile at me whenever she saw me. She sent little notes that ended up on my desk. They were written anonymously and in a way that anyone else finding them would not be suspicious but I knew what they meant and I knew what she meant.

With three more tutorials, I got her assignment up to a decent grade. She even concentrated, perhaps knowing what was coming in the future enough to keep her on track. I found it harder than I let on. Being in the office, alone together, was incredibly tough. All I wanted was to strip her naked, taste that pussy of hers again. But I managed, somehow, to remain in control of myself, to not let my lust rule over my head.

The last day of term was when she teased me the most. It had taken forever but we were finally there. Another day and she would no longer be one of my students. We would be free to date without consequences.

I walked in and it was like having deja vu. She was sitting on the front row in the same skirt she'd worn all those weeks earlier. I was halfway through summing up how they'd all done and wishing them luck for the future. I happened to glance down as a movement caught my eye.

I realised what it was a second later. It was Donna. She was slowly moving her knees back and forth. With each motion, she spread her legs a little wider until her skirt stretched and the light from outside caught on her thighs. I lost my thread mid sentence. She wasn't wearing any underwear.

I had to sink straight into the chair behind the desk. I couldn't stand up any longer, my erection already straining at my trousers. Somehow I found the thread again but every few minutes she would flash me again, grinning to herself as she caught my eyes running down between her legs.

With five minutes to go, her fingers slid up her thighs and she began stroking her pussy. I dismissed them all early, I couldn't handle it any longer. I had to have her. "Stay back a minute, Donna," I said as she began to stand up.

Once they'd all made their interminably long goodbyes, we were left alone, Donna still sat in her place, her hand still between her legs. "You wanted to speak to me?" she said, slouching down in her seat, her legs wider apart.

"Carry on," I replied, sitting on the front of my desk, watching her closely.

She continued circling her pussy with her hand, her eyes closing as she leaned back. I could see how wet she was already, the movement of her hand making me harder than ever.

"I thought you were a shy little girl," I said, rubbing the front of my trousers slowly.

"I was," she replied, dipping a finger into herself. "But I've been waiting patiently for ever such a long time."

"And I guess you couldn't wait any longer."

"Right," she said, her voice fading into a quiet moan.

"Stop," I said loudly.

She did as I asked at once. "Have I done something wrong, Sir?"

"You have." I beckoned her over with one finger. She got up, walking nervously to the end of the row and then down to me. "Bend over the desk."

"Yes, Sir," she replied, leaning forwards, her skirt riding up the back of her thighs.

I lifted it higher, exposing her pert little bottom. "Good girls don't tease," I said, lifting my hand and bringing it smacking down on her ass as she gasped loudly. Lifting my hand away, I saw a bright red mark from where my palm had struck. "You have such a spankable ass."

"Thank you, Sir," she replied, wriggling it slightly as I smacked her again. This time I let my fingers linger, tracing a line down towards her thighs.

I spanked her a dozen times in total, watching her ass get redder with each blow. By the time I finished, she was weak at the knees, slumping down, breathing heavily. I let her recover but only for a moment. "I think you need one last tutorial," I whispered in her ear. "My office. Five minutes."

I walked away, leaving her behind me. I was out in the corridor and almost running but I got stopped by Mr Reyholm. "How's Daisy doing?" he asked, brushing the last of his hair from his forehead.

"Fine, fine," I replied, seeing Donna walk past him. As she strolled away, she flicked up the back of her skirt, giving me a glimpse of that reddened ass of hers.

"Good to hear," Mr Reyholm said with a smile. "Come and see me sometime. We need to talk about next year."

"Will do," I said, twisting by him. "I've just got an appointment I need to keep, I'd hate to be late."

"Working until the last minute," he said, nodding his approval. "You should learn to relax every now and then."

"I intend to," I called back over my shoulder, jogging to catch up with Donna.

"Inside," I said, pushing open the door.