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  “Lift your skirt and lower your panties,” Oliver ordered, tough.

  Lucy trembled so hard she could barely obey. She wanted so much to put her hand in her pussy and soothe the heat that consumed her. She was curious to know what Oliver would use on her, and she was also anxious about what would follow.

  When she obeyed, Oliver smiled glancing at her little body. Her ass and legs exposed to him while the rest remained covered in school uniform. So vulnerable under his hands, he could do anything he pleased. That thought made him hard. He appreciated how much she trusted him. She was his entire world.

  But she needed to learn a lesson.

  He moved closer to her and put his hand on her ass. She shivered beneath him. Her body was warm. She felt her skin prickling with anticipation.

  “Do you know why you’ll get spanked?” he asked, making his voice sound as steady as possible. Lucy shuddered again.

  “Yes, sir,” she said, and her voice hardly came out.

  “So, tell me.”

  “I was rude.”

  “Rude what?”

  “Sir.” she corrected. He smiled.

  “Very well. You’ll get twelve strokes. I want you to count and thank me after each one. Do you understand?” He asked. The girl moaned saying nothing. He slapped her ass hard. She jumped in place with a cry. His hand burned, but he hardly noticed. “Do you understand?”

  “Yes, sir!”

  “Good.”

  The first stroke was hard and precise. Lucy closed her eyes, feeling the involuntary tears, and the urge to get out of there. Why did she let him do this to her? Why did she want him to do this to her? She wouldn’t accept it, she would get up from there and claim her rights...

  Before she could think about anything else, she felt her hair being pulled up. She stared at him, feeling another wave of uncontrollable heat and desire invade her body.

  “You forgot to count, naughty girl,” Oliver said and smiled, letting go of her hair. He saw the tears around her eyes and couldn’t help but feel pity... but not enough to stop. In fact, it made him eager.

  “Sorry, sir,” Lucy murmured. Oliver couldn’t stand it and caught her clit, warm and wet. She moaned with a groan of desire. But he stopped. Too early. She let out another cry, this time in frustration.

  “You don’t deserve it. Not now. Let’s start over, and this time, I expect you to obey me, right? Did you hear?”

  “Yes, sir,” she said, barely completing the sentence before she felt another stroke hit her. Her ass burned as if it were on fire. “One. Thank you, sir, may I please have another?” she said as fast as she could while rubbing her butt to make the burn pass. Oliver grabbed her hands out of there.

  “Keep your hands away from here, you little brat. I brought in the handcuffs if you’re wondering.” He said, and it didn’t take another second for the next stroke.

  It hit both buttocks. The girl let out a loud, aching cry. Her hands went up to her ass again, involuntarily, but Lucy pulled them out there in time. Oliver smiled as she counted and thanked him.

  God, he wanted to have her now. He even regretted for a second that he had chosen twelve strokes and not less. But it was late, and he went on with the next before Lucy felt ready.

  “Sorry, sir, please, that’s enough!” she begged, weeping. And he hit the next stroke, causing her to scream again. The pain blinded her for a moment, but she had to stay focused enough to say the phrase:

  “Five. Thank you, sir, may I please have another?” she barely finished saying it and he was already giving her another hard stroke. She didn't have time to think. That was her universe now. There was no College, career, grocery list. Only focusing on saying the phrase, the pain, and the insane desire that wrapped every part of her body. She wanted to run away, to scream for help, to stroke her bum, but she could do none of that, she could only remain there, trembling with pain as she said the phrase.

  Oliver was very fond of giving the last two strokes together quickly and unexpectedly. Lucy said, “Eleven. Thank you, sir…” but there was no time to finish. He delivered the last stroke, the hardest and fastest one. She screamed and jumped in place, grabbing her burning ass, knowing it was over.

  Oliver hugged her, laying down on the bed, and letting her cry in his chest.

  “I love you,” Oliver whispered, stroking her hair as she cried and rubbed her butt.

  “I love you too,” Lucy said, through her last sobs. She was a mess, but she didn’t want to get out of the warm embrace of Oliver’s big, strong chest. But he pulled away, leaving her feeling lost and lonely. Only to come back seconds later. He’d just wanted to reach for a box of handkerchiefs he’d left on the bedside table, strategically. He passed it to her as she returned to his protective embrace.

  After Lucy had calmed down, they were as horny as ever, and they had sex. Lucy felt her aching ass on the bed and that thought made Oliver nearly explode.

  “Can I cum, sir?” Lucy asked, still in that sub place she always got after a spanking.

  “You can, baby.” He said, and she did so, two, three times until he finally couldn't control himself anymore.

  CHAPTER 5: PIZZA

  They left the room again only when it was dark outside, and they were both starving. The door to Natasha and Julian’s bedroom, next to the living room, was open and there was a light coming from there. Oliver and Lucy looked at each other, holding hands. They had both taken showers and were wearing casual clothes.

  When Natasha and Julian noticed Oliver and Lucy, they sat up. Julian blushed and Natasha opened a mischievous smile as if to show them she knew what they were doing.

  “Hey, Oliver, I hope you don’t mind, but we completed your whiteboard while you two... were busy,” Natasha said and pointed to the whiteboard on their desk. There were some written assignments and names. Groceries, Julian. Dishes, Oliver. Take the Trash Out, Natasha. Cooking, Lucy.

  “If you don’t like it, we can change it, man,” Julian added, quick, almost fearful. Oliver smiled at the effort.

  “Should we grab some pizza?” he invited. Julian and Natasha looked at each other as if they weren’t expecting it.

  Natasha jumped out of bed, excited.

  “Wait till I get my makeup on first. I’ll show Mr. Klyde that I can do whatever I want.”

  The four of them went out, smiling and talking, toward the freedom out of the first day of College.

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