MikeFuck. The innocent girl I knew, the one who blushed when I tried stealing a kiss at her locker, had been replaced by a confident woman who responded to every touch with an electrifying heat.
When I carried her up to my bedroom I hadn’t fully formulated my plan, but I knew I was going to spank her, though I knew that was going to happen regardless of her behavior. For only a brief moment did I fear she would choose to walk out of the room instead of taking what I offered, but I knew her body better than she did. Her fingers rubbed together at her side, a nervous trait that told me she was going to do something she didn’t really want, or wasn’t sure she wanted to. I’d seen her to it a few dozen times in school when she needed to give a presentation in a class. As soon as I saw her finge
