Chapter Fourteen

He spanked me again. I deserved it. And I loved it.

I knew it had been cheeky flashing him in the corridor like that but I couldn't resist. I was too turned on. I'd only decided to show him I wasn't wearing underwear at the last minute. It was ten to and I nipped into the girls toilet, only to leave my panties in my bag when I came out, wanting to see if I was brave enough to do it this time. I was.

It had been increasingly difficult as the term dragged on. I was excited about graduating but I was far more excited about having the freedom to do what I wanted with Mr Shepherd. Jenny was almost as excited as me, asking me what my plans were for the summer. "Get fucked nine thousand different ways," I replied, grinning broadly.

I was very good though. I didn't try and kiss him during our tutorials, I concentrated on my work as best I could, I even did well enough to end up making him proud of my work, waving it at the lecture hall as an example for others to follow.

If you'd asked me at the start of the year if I was the type of person to masturbate with no panties on in a public place, I'd have vehemently said no. But I did it. I had changed since then. I was embracing who I really was. An exhibitionist who liked being spanked by an older man. By one older man in particular, the lovely, handsome, big cocked, mature Mr Shepherd.

He locked us in his office, my ass still tingling from the blows he'd struck in the lecture hall. I had always wanted to be spanked and he'd finally fulfilled my wish. It felt amazing. I felt like a bad girl, like his bad girl, like he owned me.

I bent over the desk in his office without being told, lifting the back of my skirt while apologising to him for being so brazen.

"You will promise me one thing," he said as yet another smack landed on my tender cheeks.

"Anything, Sir."

"That you'll flash me as often as you can." Smack. Gasp.

"I promise." Smack.

This time, his hand remained, sliding to my wetness, soaking his finger. He drew a line up between my buttocks, teasing my ass before leaving me bent over in place. "Don't move."

I heard the rustling of clothing and then he was back. I glanced behind me, my body on fire with lust as I saw he was completely naked, his body looking as good as I had hoped.

He slipped into me a second later and I almost screamed. I'd waited so long for him to do it again. I'd dreamed and dreamed about it, trying to remember accurately how it had felt. The reality was so much better than my memories.

He slid all the way in, grabbing my hips and impaling himself in my pussy. Then he remained frozen in place, making me work back against him. I moved quickly, the sensations too good to linger over. I had to come. I had waited too long to wait any longer.

I slammed back onto his cock, using it to bring myself ever closer. With one hand on my clit, I rubbed frantically at the same time until at last I got what I had waited so patiently for.

My orgasm took over my whole body, centred on my core and spreading out until every nerve tingled. I moaned loudly into the desk as I fell still but I had no time to recover as he was already thrusting fast into me, driving deep, bringing me to a second climax in under a minute. After the third, I had no idea where I was. I hardly knew who I was. I only knew I wanted it to keep going forever.

We moved around the room in a blur. At one point we were on his chair, me facing away from him, grinding down on his cock. Then I was on top, riding him on the floor, bouncing up and down on his length until I came yet again.

When he bent me back over the desk, I thought he was going to spank me again but instead he used my wetness to his advantage, sliding his shaft up to my ass, guiding it towards the place no one had ever been.

He nudged a finger in first, teasing me, making me wince as I widened slowly. Then he withdrew, the tip of his cock at the entrance. He pushed and I was sure he'd never fit. He was just too big.

Then he was in my ass. I screamed as pleasure mingled with pain, slowly becoming a dull ache and then a wonderful sense of stretched fullness as he eased deeper, taking his time, doing it in just the right way.

When he was buried in my ass, he leaned over and whispered, "This is what bad girls get for being bad."

"What if I like it?" I moaned back as he started to rock slowly.

"Then you're definitely a bad girl."

He spanked my ass, sliding all the way back. I thought for one awful moment he was going to pull out but then he drove home again. I yelled, not caring who heard as he began to move ever faster.

My hand went to my clit again and just when I thought I couldn't take it any longer, we came at the same moment.

My whole body shook as he spurted hot wetness deep into my ass. A second later, another load escaped him and then he slid back, my own climax still wracking me long after he withdrew.

I ached with emptiness, unable to move until he took me in his arms, sinking onto the nearest chair and holding me on his lap. "Was it worth the wait?" I asked, my eyes closing as I drifted into a daze of deep bliss.

"Definitely," he replied, kissing my cheek.

I smiled, kissing him back, feeling his heat against me for a very long time. When we broke apart, it was for the last time. I never wanted to be apart from him again.